Benj Loves My Cream – Part Three By Colin DV
So, in chapters one and two, I told you about my first few months with my now-husband, Benj. And in chapter two, I took the first major steps into making Benj's cum compulsion work for both our pleasure. And it worked. After a fraught week, we reconciled and things ended with me planting my seed deep in Benj's ass.
Besides the enormous pleasure from the physical act of fucking without a condom, there's just something primal and satisfying about cumming in a man's ass and seeing him after, knowing all your essence is just sloshing around inside. I can't deny it. And by morning after that fateful night, I was in his ass and in his belly – throughout my Benj, from top to bottom. I was very pleased.
Having experienced that singular joy, I honestly could've fucked him every day. But we were just over the first, and probably the biggest, hump. Benj still needed training. And due to his compulsion, he needed his confidence in me reinforced, that he would get what he so desperately needed. In short, my babe needed his reward.
So, for a full week after, I let my babe blow me as much as he wanted. And I didn't touch his ass. Indeed, I initiated Benj-blowjobs even more frequently than I ever had before. I occasionally wake up in the middle of the night super horny (more on that in another chapter), but I can distinctly remember setting my alarm a few nights that week just so I could jerk myself hard, wake him and push him down on my dick. As an aside: Benj's a pretty deep and contented sleeper and hates being woken up early for anything other than sex. An incessant car alarm in the middle of the night? Benj will swear up a storm and I'll have to talk him down from egging or damaging the car. Rudely woken from a sweet dream with my dick in his face? All contented sighs. It boggles my mind, still.
Anyway, that was a wonderful week. Back to staying over at each other's places, we got into this happy domestic rhythm of going out, sharing favorite movies, and so on. I preferred to cook; he preferred to clean. And Benj was clearly on cloud nine, sexually. Me, too, of course. But having drawn my line in the sand, I was most focused on pumping him back up.
But Benj's training needed to continue. My old HS Latin teacher was fond of declaring "Repetitio est mater studiorum!" Repetition is the mother of learning. So I needed to repeat and reinforce that my cream came with nonnegotiable conditions.
So, towards the end of that week, I started with verbal reinforcement. One evening, as Benj moved onto my dick, I placed one hand on his cheek and cupped my balls with the other: "What's this?"
Took him a moment, but he remembered and replied: "Your cream."
I placed the head of my dick at his mouth and he began to gently nurse it. "That's right, baby. And where can I put my cream?"
No hesitation. "Wherever you want."
He started to turn to get on his hands and knees. But I guided him back to my dick and let him suck me down to completion. Three times over the course of an hour. That night wasn't about getting back into his ass, but reminding him that it was my ass. And he responded perfectly – things were going well.
So, of course, the next step from there was to move from verbal reinforcement to actual reinforcement. And I did that two days later, indulging him to no end in the meantime. I chose my moment deliberately. It was a Sunday and we were about to go out to brunch to meet one of his best friends from college, who was in town with his wife.
We'd finished getting ready and were heading to the door of his apartment, when I opened my fly and tapped him on the shoulder. He dropped down to his knees, smiling, thinking I wanted a quick bj for the road. But nope. As he nuzzled my nuts with his nose, I looked down at him and asked: "What's this."
He replied right away: "Your cream."
"That's right. Grab that bar." See, next to his apartment door was a small coat closet. It wasn't super wide, but because Benj's ceilings were high, it had two bars for hanging coats on. And those bars were very, very sturdily constructed – I'd checked.
Benj stood up, turned around and leaned over, bracing himself on the lower of the two bars. I pushed down on his back some so he was more bent over, with his legs braced wide. He was still dressed, of course, but I took a second to admire the sight. Benj's shorter, but broader and more muscular than me, and seeing his big, strong ass in jeans, and his broad shoulders straining beneath his button-down shirt – man, it was a sight. But I only did take a second, since we really did have an appointment (and we both hate to be late).
So, down to business. I reached around and unbuckled his belt, then tugged his jeans down til they were just above his knees. Kind of an awkward position, but standing fucks aren't done for comfort, are they? I took out the tube of vaseline I'd put in my pocket just for this moment and proceeded to grease up my dick. I then squeezed a glob onto my thumb and pressed it into his asshole. My thumb slid right in.
I put the head of my dick at his asshole and asked him: "You good?"
His entire body shook with laughter. "Yeah, gimme. Load me up."
That's just what I wanted to hear and I laughed, too, pushing in. His tight, slick ass and grunts were doing amazing things to my entire body. I wanted to drape myself over his back and cup his furry pecs with both hands as I railed him. But, but, but we were about to go out and I knew he'd be pissed if I wrinkled up his nice, ironed shirt – especially with no cum in his belly to mollify him. I also wanted to reach around and tug on his hard dick. But his cumming all over our shoes (and possibly our coats, too) would go over even less well than a wrinkled shirt. So I stayed upright and just hung on to his hips as I pistoned in and out.
Before long, I was ready to blow: "You ready? You want my cream?"
"Yes. Always. Wherever you want." My man had his lines down.
And I exploded into his ass. I could feel it was a good-sized load, too, even by my standards. After I caught my breath, I pulled out and carefully (didn't want to stain myself) took myself to the bathroom to tidy up real quick.
Normally, I would've come back with a warm damp towel to wipe him off. But I was still training him and nudging his cum compulsion in the direction I needed it to go – a destination where he'd crave my cum in any way he could get it. He was still bent over, braced against the bars. His ass was a creamy mess, to be honest. A little of it was running out his ass and dripping into his underwear around his knees. Gorgeous.
And he was still rock hard. I know we were pressed for time, but we had to fix that. I may have tossed overboard the notion that Benj would always get my cum in his belly, but I try to keep my man satisfied. So I dropped down to my knees before him and latched my mouth onto his beautiful dick. And just like last time, I took two fingers and sank it into his creamy hole.
Now, the human body has several erogenous zones. It was just my second time cumming in his ass, but I knew that that my fingers were in their version of heaven. There is no hand sensation better than swirling one's fingers around a hot hole swollen with one's cum. I sucked for my life while I tapped his joy button, feeling my cum run down my hand. And he came down my throat, nice and sweet. Our shoes were spared.
I pulled my fingers out his ass and he stood up. We kissed slow and sweet. As I headed (back!) to the bathroom to wash my hand, I told him to pull up his jeans. And the jeans ended up being a good choice – nice and dark. Because he was going to go to brunch with damp underwear and my load leaking out, his hole still sensitive from my dick. And he'd feel all those things while he reminisced with his frat-bro college friend and I laughed with the wife.
A few times over brunch we'd exchange a glance and he'd smile or shiver ever so slightly, and I'd know he was feeling it. He really was a great guy and an amazing catch. For the rest of the day, I filled his belly with all the cream he could ask for. He was like a contented cat – practically purred.
Hopefully, you enjoyed this window into my life with Benj. This series is my first time writing about it, so if ya liked it, please drop me a note (or some photos, ha): colindv80@yahoo.com. More tales to come. I'm a lucky, lucky man.
-Colin
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