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His words made my cock hurt. I wanted to experience this man, and his way with words only made me want him more. “So, you said you’re not hungry for food. Is there a way to work up your appetite, boy?”
Ben shifted his hips into my crotch. “Mmmm,” he sighed. “How’d you know I like being called boy?”
“I can spot my type a mile away,” I stated. “You want a man who isn’t afraid to treat you like the inner boy you are. Am I right?” I asked. “Maybe take firm control of what we do to fulfill our needs?”
“I’m not a quiet lover, though,” he insisted. “You pull the levers, but only after I say which ones to pull.”
My hand slipped between his waistband and his butt skin after I tugged his crisp button-down shirt out of his slacks. “Do you take requests?” I asked, dipping a finger along his ass crack.
I pushed Ben against the door he’d just walked through, practically lifting him from his feet as I smothered his mouthwith mine, jamming my tongue in. His hand went to the front of my jeans and outlined my cock with his fingertips. I pushed against his hand, pinning him to the door as I pumped my hips.
He turned his face to the side and gripped my cock. “Here’s my first request,” he stated. “Unzip your jeans, sheriff, and sit on that chair,” he said, motioning his head toward a recliner in the living room. “But only pull them down to your ankles,” he added, being quite specific.
As one who also took instructions well, I walked to the chair and turned around to face him. He stayed by the door ten feet away and watched. “Like this, boy?”
He nodded but said nothing as I unzipped and yanked my jeans and boxers to my knees. My cock bounced into an upright position and stood at full mast. I said nothing as he watched, and wondered at what point he liked to receive direction as well. His waiting and lack of response gave me my answer.
“On your knees in front of me,” I ordered. I held up my hand. “But first, remove all your clothes. Every single piece and leave them by the door.”
Ben’s face registered no expression except one of compliance. I liked this mood already. I was more than willing to take direction, but I was also quite good at giving it. He kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it from his shoulders. His smooth, bare chest was defined by smallish pecs, and a long neck accentuated his soft beauty.
He stared at me while he undid his belt and pants, also letting them drop to the floor. His eyes fixed on me like he demanded that I dare try to look away. He was correct. I couldn’t possibly. Because he hadn’t worn socks, he was now only dressed in black Calvin Klein briefs. The outline of his erection was difficult to see in black fabric, but he was hard for sure.
Without realizing it, I began to run my hand back and forth over my dick, breathing rapidly as he teased me with his slowdisrobing. “Briefs too,” I insisted. “And then get over here and on your knees in front of me.”
Ben’s thumb slid inside the waistband of his briefs before he gradually revealed his cock. Other than a small amount of perfectly trimmed pubic hair, he was as smooth as silk. Every inch of his body looked like velvet from my perspective. His cock was more than a mouthful.
I studied his torso before moving my eyes lower. He had the slightest outline of natural abs. Ben was thin, but not too thin, with runner’s legs and proportional thighs that had zero hair.
“Turn around,” I said. “Stand with your back toward me.”
Ben did as he was told, while I thwarted a gasp when he turned his back to me. His spine was a small valley that went down from the base of his neck to directly above an amazing ass. An ever so slight V-shaped back proved he was a man, but one that did not focus on bodybuilding.
But my real focus was on the two firm globes in front of me. Each was a small melon that would fit in my palms when I did devilish things to them. I considered myself a connoisseur of fine ass, and his was begging the wolf in me to pounce.
“Come here,” I instructed.
Ben turned around, hard as a rock, and moved to me in front of the chair. He stared into my eyes; I assumed waiting for further instruction, but I was slightly off on my calculations.
“Sit down,” he said. “Leave your ankles in your pants.”
This was unexpected for sure, but a message was relayed from my balls to my brain. This turn of events could be fun. I did as he instructed and sat down, drawing my knees up slightly to spread my legs, since my boxers and jeans were wrapped around my ankles.
“I like how that looks,” he said. “Like you just got home from work and are in a hurry to get your dick sucked.”
“I am, so what’s keeping you?” I asked, moving my eyes to my swollen dick.
Ben nestled himself between my knees and took my cock in his hand, opened his mouth, and looked up at me. He was so fucking pretty that I had a hard time balancing his sexual attitude with the visual in front of me. But trust me, I wasn’t complaining. I was simply getting up to speed on this unexpected discovery.
Pulling my cock toward his open mouth, Ben licked the tip and ran his tongue under the ridge of my plum. He sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around, flicking in and out of the slit, all the time watching my face questioningly.Yes—that was the answer. His mouth felt incredible on my cock.
I was hypnotically fixed on him, trying to keep from exploding instantly. I’d figured Ben differently than the revelation before me. Of course, he was as proper as always. He was refined and well put together, but he was also a bit of a conundrum. A riddle I was being introduced to that currently had me firing on all cylinders.
This Ben was unlike his waking persona. This Ben was a fully realized sexual being. A man who apparently felt free to express his desires but, better yet, demand they get met. I’d assumed uptight and buttoned-up was Ben Hawthorne’s modus operandi. But loose and unbuttoned was apparently what you got if given the chance to look beyond his well-crafted veil of sophistication.
“All of it,” I urged. “I need you to choke on it, boy.”
His eyes saucered in delight at hearing me call him boy again. I was obviously on to something, and little did he know, but I craved the role of playing daddy, uncle, or older best buddy. I could be all those things if he so desired.
