Page 27 of Something Like Summer
“What?” he snarled intothe receiver.
“Benjamin?” came thestartled response.
“Tim?” he asked, notbelieving his ears.
“Man, I’m glad I didn’tget one of your parents. Are they still gone?”
“Don’t worry about it,”Ben insisted. “What’s up? Are you calling to brag or something?Tell me you aren’t screwing her right now!” he joked, feelingelated that Tim would call him for any reason.
“No, almost,” Tim said,his voice laced with frustration. “Came close, but she got freakedout by the European standard.”
“Okay,” Ben replied, notunderstand what was being said or why.
“Anyway, we got into anargument and she’s gone.”
“Sorry?” Benoffered.
“So you want to comeover?”
Well, of course he did, but he hadmissed his chance. Sure, he could still sneak out and face the sameconsequences that he had been willing to face an hour ago, but hedidn’t like the idea of playing second fiddle to Krista, of allpeople.
Tim picked up on his hesitation.“Maybe you and I can pick up where she left off,” hesaid.
Ben’s mouth dropped open inshock. His brain buzzed, analyzing what he had just heard andtrying to find any other interpretation of the words except what hethought they meant. “I’ll be right there,” he said, slamming downthe phone.
Ben ran. He didn’t knowwhere his parents were, and he didn’t check. He was down the stairsand out the front door in two seconds. Another twenty seconds andhe was in the safety of the park. Anywhere away from the road wassafe from his parents. Had they ever gone for a walk or ridden abike in their lives? His mind rejected thoughts of them and insteadturned to his destination.
Was Tim really inviting himover to mess around? Jesus! Maybe there was a god! Something hadscared Krista away. Maybe it was just too big for her to deal with.What was it he had said? The European standard? Did Tim measure itin metric or something? Well, whatever. He’d soon findout!
He found the door unlockedand let himself in, heart thudding in his chest as he walked to theden. Tim was waiting for him on the couch, fully dressed andlooking subdued and uncertain. Was he having second thoughts? Benhesitated in the doorway.
Tim’s black hair was messyand sticking up, probably from when he and Krista had been messingaround. His silver eyes sheepishly considered Ben’s own, beforelooking away and down at his own body. Ben followed his gaze, overthe sea blue tank top to the white shorts where it was more thanobvious that he was aroused. The silver eyes found his again, allhesitation in them replaced by lust.
“C’mere,” heinvited.
Ben went to him and satdown on the couch. As much as he had fantasized about touching Tim,he found it ironic that he now didn’t know how to proceed. Heconcluded that there was nothing left but to do it. He reached outtoward Tim’s crotch, but his hand was caught by thewrist.
“What’s the rush?” Timlaughed, pulling on the wrist to draw Ben closer to him.
With his other hand, Timreached behind Ben’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lipsmet clumsily before they readjusted and found the perfect fit. Timkissed him passionately, taking full control which was good becauseBen was at a loss. This isn’t how it usually went at all! Strangeas it was, considering the number of guys he had blown before, thiswas Ben’s first kiss.
He breathed in through hisnose, taking in Tim’s smell as he enjoyed the sensation of thetongue darting into his mouth. Ben’s hand was released and so heused it to feel the chest he had spent so much time admiring. Timmoaned in approval and broke their kiss so he could take off hisshirt. He leaned back and placed Ben’s hand back on his pecs. Benrubbed his hand over them and Tim smiled cockily, enjoying havinghis impressive physique worshiped so transparently.
Ben worked his handdownward, Tim squirming beneath his touch in anticipation of wherehe was going. Ben wanted to draw it out and tease him longer, buthe couldn’t control himself and grabbed Tim’s cock through hisshorts.
“Wow!” Ben gasped. He beenwith a few guys slightly bigger than himself before, but Tim wassignificantly thicker.
He pumped his hand up anddown, enjoying the look of bliss on Tim’s face. His eyes wereclosed and his mouth was open. Ben burned the image into his mindas one of the most beautiful things he had even seen. He neverwanted to forget it.
Ben reached his fingersunder the elastic band of Tim’s athletic shorts and pulled themback. Tim tensed and sat up, an uncomfortable expression on hisface. Ben looked down to see and was startled. It was uncut! Sothat’s what all the fuss was about.
“The European standard?”Ben inquired.
“It’s normal over there,”Tim said apologetically.
“It’s gorgeous,” Ben said.He meant it, too. He liked that it was different than his own. Itwas exotic, and like the body it was attached to, breathtakinglyattractive.
“You don’t mind?” Timasked, still adorably uncertain.
