Ben's Weekend Trip to Utah Chapter 16
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Chapter 16: Tennis Tutor
John spent his Thursday as a tourist once again, exploring Washington with Ben. They started with a tour of the Boeing Factory at Paine Field, followed by a visit to the Museum of Flight in Seattle. In the evening, they went shopping and had dinner at SouthCenter. John couldn't help but notice Ben's extensive knowledge about planes and wondered why he wasn't pursuing a career in Aerospace Engineering. Ben explained that most of it came from his dad taking him around the Boeing Everett campus when he was younger.
After a tiring day out, the couple returned home and spent the rest of the evening unwinding downstairs before getting ready for bed. The following morning, although he was usually the heavier sleeper, John was the first to awaken after Ben's parents had left for work.
John got out of bed to go to the bathroom wearing a pair of Ben’s old adidas nylon blue soccer shorts with three white stripes at the sides and a large white band along the bottom. All of John’s Under Armour shorts were in the wash now, but Ben slept in his navy blue ones for one last time. As John returned to the bedroom, his gaze landed on a framed photo of a younger Ben on the dresser. In the picture, Ben was wearing a Cub Scout uniform and an Orange Tiger Cub hat, proudly holding up a Pinewood Derby car. John couldn't help but smile as he saw the same face that had captured his heart months ago, and he knew Steven must have looked at the same picture too, after his emotional reaction to Ben’s coming out.
Ben’s hair was a lighter color than John’s, almost a blonde color when he was younger. John wondered what Ben would look like with blonde hair today and he laughed to himself. John sat back down on the bed holding the picture in the frame and felt Ben’s leg and foot through the thin sheets.
Opening his eyes, Ben glanced over at John sitting on his bed in old soccer shorts and a dark blue Boeing 787 Dreamliner t-shirt he bought yesterday at the Future of Flight.
“Morning babe,” John tucked his hand under the sheet and touched Ben’s thigh through the UA nylon navy blue shorts. “What do we have on schedule today?” he asked.
Ben felt at his morning wood through the soft fabric of the shorts and rolled over toward John. “I was gonna take you to the beach at Lighthouse Park, have lunch at Ivar’s Fish and Chips at the landing, then we head over to the tennis club in the afternoon to hit some balls around, you can borrow one of my old racquets.”
“Sounds fun, but I guess I have to borrow more of your clothes for tennis since all my shorts are in the laundry.” John snickered.
“Sure, we’ll do a load of laundry when we get back, but you know you don’t even need to ask Babe. What do you have there though?” Ben rubbed his eyes looking at John holding the picture frame.
“Oh, it’s you!” John turned over the frame toward Ben. “I was just thinking how cute you were as a blonde.”
“Heh,” Ben chuckled. “Well now that you’ve seen all my baby pictures downstairs and stuff like that, you see why I want to meet your parents and see where you grew up too!”
“I know, I promise you will soon enough. I just have to prepare myself and find a good time to tell them about you. But let’s change and go eat breakfast, I’m hungry!” John took away his hand from under the sheet and got up to put the picture back.
“You can grab whatever you want for tennis and put it in the gym bag,” Ben said as he rolled out of bed to go to the bathroom.
John took off the soccer shorts and put on a pair of black Nike Pro Combat compression shorts, an orange Nautica t-shirt, black cargo pants, and white adidas socks borrowed from Ben. Into the gym bag, he put Ben’s blue UA compression shirt that they had talked about in the car on the drive to Idaho and a pair of Ben’s royal blue adidas dazzle basketball shorts with white stripes on the sides. Ben didn’t have that pair in Colorado, so John was looking forward to wearing them to see how they felt compared to the UA navy blue shorts that were a similar shiny material.
“I'll be downstairs,” John kissed Ben on the cheek as they met at the bedroom door and he left Ben to get ready for the day alone in his room.
Sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, John eyed Ben coming down the stairs in a white Vans t-shirt and loose jeans holding the gym bag. He wondered if Ben had noticed what he put into the bag to wear for tennis but kept quiet in case Ben didn’t look inside.
“Guess we aren’t dressed for the beach,” John commented on their outfits for the day.
“Well it's Mukilteo, not Malibu, but it’s supposed to be a nice day today, did you want to borrow a swimsuit?” Ben laughed.
“Nah, I think I got my swimming in when we took a dip in the lake in Idaho.” John pushed the cereal box toward Ben as he sat down.
“Thanks. I just need to double-check with my mom how to get a guest pass for you at the athletic club.” Ben poured a bowl of cereal for himself and started texting his mom.
“I have to admit wearing your stuff has made me pretty excited these days too, I can’t wait till we have our new place at school and we can share everything!” John finished his cereal and waited for Ben to finish talking to his mom.
Ben put his phone back down and smiled. “Me too! But sleeping with you every night will be the best part of that!” His eyes shot back to his phone after it buzzed again. “She’ll call them before we get there and authorize a pass for you, I just have to pay there.”
“OK, I’ve never really played tennis, but if you teach me I’m sure we can play together so long as you’re easy on me. You did take up working out just to be with me.” John took a sip of his coffee and got up to put away his bowl in the sink.
“Well like I said I don’t regret going to the gym with you at all, but I’m probably a bit rusty now at tennis, considering I haven’t played since December. You can pick out what racquet you want in the garage if you want to, the Babolat ones are my mom’s though. I’ll see you there in 2 minutes.” Ben poured himself a cup of apple juice and started on his cereal while John went into the garage by himself.
After finishing his breakfast Ben found John in the garage holding one of his old Yonex racquets like a baseball bat. “Oh boy,” Ben chuckled. “Guess I have to teach you a thing or two on the court!”
“Of course, just like that first time, I showed you around the gym at school! If I can play against you maybe you can bring your tennis stuff to school so we can play there as well as use the FitLab. Are we ready to go?” John asked.
“Yup, just gotta make sure my racquet is still in my bag,” Ben replied.
John opened up the garage as Ben picked up his tennis bag which was covered in a light layer of dust. Ben stuffed the bag with their change of clothes into the bigger bag before the couple got into the car for the beach.
At the beach, the couple found a quiet spot for themselves and sat down. John leaned up against a log on the sand and Ben took up a spot seated between his legs.
Putting his arms around Ben, John stayed silent watching a ferry slowly make its way across Puget Sound. Ben was lost in the moment too, realizing they only had a couple more days together before John would have to head back to Wisconsin, he felt John’s chest rise and fall behind him and laid back into his arms.
“Johnny?” Ben asked after a couple of minutes of silence. “Did you really mean it when you said you could see yourself living in Seattle when we were at UDUB?”
“Yeah, I did. I want to finish school at Mines with you, but after that, I could see myself living out here. There are big lakes in Wisconsin, and mountains in Colorado, but you can’t beat the ocean here. You’d be close to your family, and there are probably better-paying jobs out here than in Colorado. Have you thought about it too?” John squeezed Ben’s hand on his lap.
“Washington’s where I grew up and my home,” Ben replied. “While I chose to go school in Colorado, you just can’t beat this lifestyle. Nowhere in Colorado can you this kind of view. You’re right that we’ll both need decent-paying jobs to be able to live out here though. But you haven’t told me about what it’s like where you grew up!”
“We only just finished Freshman year so we have plenty of time to think about jobs and careers and all that, but you want to know about the Dells now?” John chuckled a bit to himself. “Not much to say about it other than it’s about an hour out of Madison and has a bunch of water and theme parks, I think Noah’s Ark is the largest waterpark in the US. While there are only a couple thousand people, during the summer it doesn’t feel small at all.”
“Okay,” Ben leaned back further into John, finding John’s free hand with his other hand on their legs. “I’ve never been to Wisconsin, you make cheese, that’s all I knew from school.”
“Cheese, Beer, Harley Davidson, see how much of a fun time a bunch of 20-year-olds are gonna have when you come visit my house?” John laughed.
“Soon, I hope,” Ben added, nudging his head into John’s shoulders.
“Yeah, yeah. I can’t help but think though you’re making the trip just to get into my closet at home!” John sighed and started petting Ben’s leg through Ben’s loose jeans.
“Hmmm, I admit that’ll be the highlight of the trip, especially since I’d have gotten used to living with you already by then.” Ben leaned forward and smiled. “Let’s go for a little walk before lunch?” He suggested.
“Sure thing.” John let Ben get up first, and they both dusted the sand and rocks off their pants. Ben led John on a short walk around Lighthouse Park and back to Ivar’s Fishbar at Mukilteo Landing for lunch.
Getting back into his car with John after lunch at the Landing, Ben felt things were coming around full circle now that John was going to be learning to play tennis from him. He wished they had as much privacy as they did on that first morning when the FitLab had just opened at the Rec, but he was just happy John was now going to be playing his sport.
“So who was your favorite tennis player?” John asked Ben as they got back on the Speedway to drive back down south to Lynnwood.
“Nadal,” Ben replied. “My mom is a huge Novak Djokovic fan because she’s Serbian though.
“Was tennis the only sport you watched growing up?” John asked again.
Ben shook his head. “Nope, my dad would watch football and soccer with Nick and I. It was my mom who took me to tennis tournaments and stuff like that.”
“I can see why you liked Nadal, he’s pretty sexy, even now!” John laughed.
“Hmmph..” Ben grinned gripping the steering wheel. “Maybe I didn’t find Rafael Nadal ‘hot’ growing up. Aside from the stuff I did with Evan, I think the other reason I realized I was probably gay was seeing the attractive ball boys on TV during Wimbledon and the Aussie Open.”
“Oh, oh! You would have loved me in my golf caddy clothes then!” John chuckled again.
“I don’t doubt that.” Ben scratched his nose. “But I hope you picked out something appropriate to wear on the court. They do have a dress code you know.”
“It’s a surprise if you didn’t look, but I think it’ll do.” John grinned as they pulled into the parking lot of the Athletic Club.
Ben took out his tennis bag from the back seat and the couple made their way inside the club. At the reception desk, a face he recognized greeted him, it was his friend who was transgender in high school, Avery.
“Hey, Benji!,” She greeted him. “Haven’t seen you in here in a while! Is this John??” Avery asked excitedly.
“Yep! Hey Avie!” Ben replied. “Johnny, I think I told you about Avery? She’s the first person I came out to in high school.”
“Nice to meet you, Avery, I like your necklace!” John peered down at her sitting behind the counter.
Avery blushed, John was exactly the type of guy Ben and her would swoon over at lunchtime. She felt immensely happy for Ben and even though they didn’t talk as much after high school, Ben still had messaged her about meeting John when Ben came out to his family. “Oh yeah,” Avery said remembering she was still on duty. ”Benji, your mom called earlier, you just need a card to pay for the pass for John.”
“Sure thing, we still have a court reservation too right?” Ben asked as he handed Avery his debit card.
“Yup, you’re all set for 1:00 on four.” Avery handed Ben his card back. “Welcome back Benji, and it was nice to meet you too Johnny! ”
Ben waved and turned toward the changing rooms. John was somewhat familiar with country clubs from working as a golf caddy for two summers, but he still shuddered at the prospect of having to change in front of mostly older men. Luckily for both Ben and John, the changing room was empty and there only seemed to be two people in the adjoining sauna.
After setting down his tennis bag, Ben sat on one of the four benches in the changing room. Each bench was surrounded by a wall of wooden paneled lockers with one aisle down the middle of the room, so the pair had a somewhat enclosed area to change together.
John hovered over Ben as Ben took out the smaller bag of their clothes and pulled out a white adidas tennis t-shirt with three stripes on one shoulder and a short pair of blue and black Under Armour running shorts with a mesh brief liner. When Ben had placed all of his clothes on his lap, John grabbed the bag and took out what he packed in it, the royal blue adidas basketball shorts and the UA blue compression top. He stood behind Ben as Ben started to take off his shoes, pants, and underwear to put his mesh-lined Under Armour shorts on.
Ready to put his shirt on after he pulled up the shorts, Ben turned around as John slipped the tight blue compression top over his muscular frame. John’s huge arms poked out of the short sleeves and the shirt struggled to contain his developed chest. Ben's eyes were instantly drawn to the pair of nipples that poked out of the stretchy fabric.
Forgetting where they were, Ben instantly held up his hand and felt John’s pectorals through the spandex shirt and ran his hand down to squeeze John’s right nipple in the tight fabric.
John grabbed Ben’s hand as Ben traced his chest down the middle, and Ben leaned forward to kiss and suck John’s nipple again through the tight fabric of the shirt. Moaning softly, John followed his hand with Ben’s downward between the waistband of John’s pants and the black Nike Pro compression shorts.
As their lips met in a passionate kiss, their hands explored each other's bodies, sending shivers down their spines. The intensity of the moment was heightened by the knowledge that they could be interrupted at any moment.
Breaking the kiss, John pulled away slightly, his eyes locked on Ben's. "We can't do this here," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "But I want you right now, so bad.”
Ben nodded in agreement, his own heart still pounding. He knew even Avery couldn’t help him if they were caught doing more than kissing, and his mom would probably never forgive him for getting ejected from her tennis club.
John took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of decorum. "We should save it for when we get home, I doubt your parents would care.”
“I have a better idea,” Ben smiled. “But we can’t be late for our court time.” He put on his tennis t-shirt and waited for John to change from his pants.
John quickly took off his pants and changed into the silky adidas shorts. “Okay, you can probably get away with a lot if Avery works here, but not making out in the locker room!” John chuckled.
“Yup, good thing there’s not many people around right now, I can’t really hide my boner in these shorts after that kiss!” Ben tried to tuck his tennis shirt over his running shorts to hide his erection and led John out of the changing room.
“Gyatt!” John exclaimed as he slapped Ben on the ass before he opened the door.
Ben turned around unamused and rolled his eyes. “You’re begging to get us kicked out now!”
“Sorry, “John chuckled. “Never seen your ass in shorts cut that short!”
When they got to their court Ben was ready with his first lesson. “So, the first thing we should start with is how to hold a racquet. This may sound counter-intuitive but put the racket down on the ground.”
“Okay,” John did as he was told, placing his borrowed racquet on the court.
Ben placed his racquet on the ground parallel to John’s. “Now hold your palm out as if you’re picking it up. Then reach down and pick it up by the handle.”
John picked up his racquet as instructed and Ben stood behind him holding John’s racquet arm. “We call this the Eastern Forehand grip, and it’s the grip everyone starts off using.” As Ben moved in closer to John, Ben’s thighs below his shorter running shorts started feeling the silkiness of the longer adidas dazzle shorts John was wearing. All the effort to let his hard-on go down earlier was now washed away as Ben felt his cock begging for release as it pressed up against the mesh liner of his UA shorts and into John’s ass.
Ben cleared his throat and held out John’s racquet and hand in front of them. “So the ‘V’ between your thumb and fingers should be on the bevel of the flat side of the racquet. Simple enough?” Ben stood back and let John go.
“Yeah, I think so.” John nodded and pulled up his shorts.
“Take a couple of swings, then I’ll show you the two-handed backhand.” Ben watched as his boyfriend took his first tennis swings with no ball to hit. “Great! You got it!”
“Two-handed backhand is just as simple.” Ben continued and held up his racquet. You have what I showed you already. Then with your left hand, you put it on the middle of the strings, and move it down to the handle, and grip it like that. But sorry if this looks unnatural, you know I’m left-handed so this is backward for me.”
“No worries.” John followed Ben’s instructions and gripped the racquet with both hands. “Can we hit some balls now?” John asked.
“Yes, let’s have a little back and forth, and then I’ll teach you how to serve!” Ben picked up a ball and walked to the other end of the court.
Ben wasn’t rusty at all, but he was trying to take it down a notch to try not to embarrass his boyfriend. John started with a great swing, but he was being a bit too rigid with his stance as he hit the ball back. Ben let the ball bounce away and walked toward the net.
“When you’re going to hit, move your feet and shoulders to the side.” Ben tried to demonstrate sideways positioning in front of the net. “Okay? You get much more control and power that way.”
“Okay got it!” John nodded as Ben picked the ball back up and gave John another serve.
John was readier this time, and his muscular body moved and tried to keep up with Ben. As much as John had the power to hit hard, Ben was just too quick and nimble on the court for him. John was already breathing hard as Ben walked back over to him after a good back and forth.
“Looks like you’re getting it Johnny!” Ben beamed with pride at his new student.
Still catching his breath, John turned around and put his racquet down. “I’m going to go back and get some water. Tennis is a bit more of an intense sport than I thought.”
“Okay, next lesson is how to serve!” Ben waited for John by the net. He was working up a sweat as well, and the mesh liner of his shorts was starting to stick to his crotch. Ben pulled back the lining of his shorts just before John returned from the water fountain and Ben came back to John's side of the net.
“Serving is just like pitching in baseball.” Ben held a ball in his hand. “Instead of the ball, you’re holding the racquet. Toss the ball up, make sure your elbow is out and aligned with your shoulders, you let the racquet fall behind your back and your elbow comes forward at the same time.” Ben demonstrated his serving technique for John, with the ball going just where he wanted it to.
“Wow, I can’t believe you haven’t been on the court in months, are you sure you weren’t sneaking into the Rec to play without me?” John laughed.
“Nope,” Ben shrugged. “I guess it’s like riding a bike for me. Okay, your turn.”
John missed the ball on his first attempt but his coordination from baseball kicked in, and after a second attempt he was able to do a decent serve over the net.
“Great!” Ben shouted as he went to collect the balls on his side of the court. He threw them back to John and let John start another round with a serve. John was slowly getting the motions on the court and they had another back-and-forth that lasted longer than the first.
After a couple of more rounds, they were both exhausted and ready to head back into the locker room. Ben thought John had made decent progress for his first lesson and he hoped John had enjoyed it as much as him.
“So are we gonna be doubles partners anytime soon?” Ben asked as they went back to the locker room.
“That’s up to you, I’m willing to learn more if you teach me at school!” John grinned.
“Of course I would, we’ll still hit the gym of course, but Tennis is another great workout.” Ben peered into the sauna as they went down the hall to the locker room, it looked like it was empty and a naughty idea popped into his head.
“Johnny, let’s have a rest in the sauna! Strip to our shorts and we’ll stash my bag in an empty locker!” Ben suggested excitedly.
John nodded, and the pair quickly undressed to their shorts, put away the equipment bag with their clothes in an unlocked locker, and wrapped some clean towels around their waists. The sauna had a door with a glass panel on it, but there was a corner right by the door where one person could sit and not be visible to people passing by. Ben pulled John into the sauna and directed John to sit in the corner.
Now breaking out in even more of sweat John sat back and tried to relax, but Ben leaned over and started kissing him. “Benji, what were you saying about not getting caught in here?” John giggled.
Ben moved even closer to John and slipped his left hand into John’s towel, between John’s borrowed adidas dazzle shorts and the Nike-Pro compression shorts. “I can see if anyone is gonna interrupt us before they walk in.” Ben pulled his head back and kept a watchful eye on the door as he felt John’s cock through his spandex underwear.
John breathed in deeply as Ben continued to explore his erection while continuing to keep watch through the glass window of the door. Ben felt bolder now and slipped his hand under the Nike Pro spandex shorts to start giving John a full-on hand-job caressing John’s circumcised cock up and down as the spandex material rubbed on his tip.
“I want to taste you so bad right now,” Ben moaned. “But that’s too risky here, you’re still gonna blow though.” Ben increased his pace slipping his hand along John’s dick as John started to tremble, slightly leaning back against the wall with both of his hands grasping the bench tightly.
“Benji… what grip is that, the western southpaw?” John chuckled, as Ben’s hand instantly got him fully hard.
“It’s the grip I use when I don’t have our favorite silky UA shorts to rub against your glorious cock.” Ben said in a seductive voice as he continued to stroke John’s dick feverishly.
“Of course...” John panted and gripped the bench tight as Ben prepared to send him over the edge.
With a firm grip on John's cock, Ben continued to stroke it until John grunted softly and slightly bucked off the bench. A powerful stream of hot spunk shot out of John’s dick coating the inside of his spandex Nike Pros and Ben’s hand. John let out a loud moan, his body shaking as he rode out the waves of pleasure crashing over him.
Ben quickly pulled out his hand from John’s underwear as he saw two middle-aged men look into the sauna and open the door. “Fuck.” He muttered to John softly. John had barely recovered as he tried to use the towel to cover his waist and Ben tried to clean off his hand on his towel out of view.
“Uhh, Hi..” Ben stammered, as the two men walked past them and into the back of the sauna.
The two older men looked at the two of them and then at each other, a knowing smile crossing their faces. They seemed to be assessing the situation with how to respond to the huge grin John had on his face
Ben cleared his throat and clenched his towel around his shorts hiding the hard-on he had in his gym shorts as his dick pressed into his liner. “We were just finished and on our way out, so you can have it to yourselves. Ready Johnny?”
“Okay, take care!” One of the men responded as Ben and John got up and made their way back into the hall laughing as they got outside the door. They immediately had to silence their laughter when they saw the locker room was a bit busier than when they had come in.
John could feel the wetness soak against his crotch as he let his towel go and stood in front of Ben to take off the dazzle shorts. Some of the cum had even soaked through to the shorts making a small wet dark patch into the front, so John had nothing but his pants to wear home.
“Uhh,” Ben looked at the dark blotch on John’s Nike Pros. “Maybe you can wear my Puma underwear, and I can just wear these shorts, we’re only 10 minutes from home.”
“Good idea,” John slipped off the wet compression shorts and his flaccid cock flopped loose. He used the towel to clean off his crotch and dug out Ben’s worn Puma boxer briefs to put them on. “I have something on my mind before we head home though!” John cackled as he put back on his Nautica shirt.
“What?” Ben asked as he gave John his pants out of the bag.
“I’ll tell you in the car!” John put back on his black cargo pants over Ben’s underwear and they both put their socks back on. John made sure to hide the spunked clothes back in the bag and they deposited the towels to be washed on the way out of the locker room.
“Bye Avie! Catch you next time!” Ben shouted as John dragged him past the front desk in a hurry. She was on the phone, so all she could do was give them both a wave.
“Why are you such in a rush?” Ben took back his hand after the two exited the athletic club.
“I told you, I want you right now. I might have gotten some but I want lil’ Benji too, let’s do it in your car right here. I’m fuckin’ horny again in the briefs you were just wearing an hour ago!” John seemed ready to pounce on Ben as soon as they were alone again since they got interrupted in the sauna.
“Are you serious?” Ben laughed. “Not like we almost got caught!”
“That’s it, I can see why it turns you on so much too! Look, you can back into the row there by the trees next to that box truck and no one is going to see us!” John pointed.
“Okay, I guess I have to be the one on the lookout again!” Ben took John’s hand and they both got into the Subaru to do a loop around to the back of the lot and back into the space as John suggested.
Ben looked at John now they were alone again in the back of the parking lot. There were some townhouses right behind them but trees seemed to be thick enough to obstruct the view into their car. He rolled the seat back as far as it would go, then John undid his seatbelt to lean over the parking brake to give Ben a deep kiss and get him hard all over again.
As they were kissing, John reached into Ben’s running shorts and pulled the waistband back down to let Ben’s uncut cock over the top. The aroma of Ben’s sweaty crotch hit John’s nostrils and he could feel the wetness on the mesh liner of Ben’s shorts as he was touching them. With Ben’s dick now free, John pulled back Ben’s foreskin and wrapped his hand around his shaft
John's touch sent shivers down Ben's spine. He could feel himself getting harder by the second, growing in John's skilled hands. He moaned softly into the kiss, desperate for his release.
Breaking the kiss John looked down at Ben's swollen dick. He knew Ben loved it when he touched lil' Benji, but John was horny for even more. John licked the skin of Ben's shaft, tasting the salty tang of his sweat as he went. Ben's hips bucked involuntarily, a pleading moan escaping his lips.
John took Ben's cock into his mouth, slowly at first, savoring the feel of it in his mouth. He knew it was a risk to be caught, but the thrill of it only added to the excitement. Ben's cock twitched in John's mouth as he sucked harder, taking more of the shaft into his mouth.
Both of them heard a car door slam close to them and their hearts raced. Ben shot his head up, but he didn't see anyone in their vicinity, so he placed his hands on John's head to get him to continue.
John understood the signal and kept sucking, his lips gliding up and down the length of Ben's pulsating shaft. The taste of Ben's precum filled his mouth, making him even more aroused. Ben's heart pounded with a mix of fear and pleasure, his body trembling at the sensation of John's mouth on him. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, hoping John would soon make him cum.
As the noises receded into the distance, John slowed his pace, teasing Ben's cock with the tip of his tongue. He could feel the tension in Ben's body, the anticipation of release building in his body.
John moved his hand gently, stroking Ben's cock in rhythm with his mouth, bringing them closer to the edge. Ben gasped for breath as his body convulsed with the rush of pleasure.
"Johnny, I'm so close," Ben whispered, the desire pouring from him.
John knew that Ben needed release, and he was more than happy to accommodate. He increased his pace, sucking harder, his tongue teasing the sensitive head of Ben's cock. The taste of his precum and sweat was addictive, and John couldn't get enough.
Ben's hips bucked, his shaft throbbing in John's mouth, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him. With a final, desperate groan, he felt his orgasm surge through him, his cock pulsating in John's mouth. Wave after wave of release washed over him, and John eagerly swallowed every drop without question, then licked Ben clean before letting him go and pulling his shorts back up.
Leaning back into his seat to catch his breath, Ben looked at John wiping his mouth with his arm. “That was awesome babe, but I think he both need a shower right when we get home!” Ben smiled and put his keys into the ignition.