Ben's Weekend Trip to Utah

By BJCS

Published on Aug 31, 2024

Gay

Ben's Weekend Trip to Utah Chapter 24

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Note: As of this chapter release Colorado is currently in the Big 12 Conference. This chapter was intended to take place during their 2023 season in the Pac-12 Conference.


Chapter 24: CU Boulder Buffs

As the season changed to fall, Ben and John’s first anniversary of meeting each other came up, but they weren’t quite sure how to celebrate. John thought something big was in order but Ben suggested they could just keep it simple with the first meal they had together: Subway and a night in. John was prepared to take Ben anywhere he wanted, but he kept to Ben’s wishes and got him the blue and black Jordans in his size. Ben gave John a framed picture Joshua had taken of them standing together in front of the Mesa Arch with their arms around each other on that first day they met.

The three roommates had also convinced JP to hang out a bit more with them and they were buying gluten-free products at the Safeway across the street for some meals together with him. JP tried to show his appreciation by doing more than his share of the housework and even offered to do Ben and John’s laundry with his, but for the obvious reason of what they did to their sportswear, the couple refused.

Caleb on the other hand was straddling his AFROTC social circles between Mines and CU Boulder and wanted to spend some weekends at CU as he had met a girl who went there. He still asked to come into Ben and John’s room for the occasional hand job or blow job, even feeling comfortable with giving them to Ben infront of John as well, but this was at most twice a week.

Caleb had also started watching Buffs football games getting caught up in the “Coach Prime” hype in those first few games this season. He invited all three of his roommates to come with him to the Stanford game to attend a tailgate party with his CU Boulder friends. JP was of course the hardest one to convince, he used the excuse he was going to up Fort Collins that night to get out of going.

Next up on the list was John, of course, he wouldn’t be going if Ben wasn’t, but he also had an aversion to heavy drinking and the party scene at Mines paled in comparison to Boulder. John was still promising Caleb he would come to Boulder to hang out with him during ROTC training but maybe this would do for now. With John somewhat convinced to go, Ben made the decision to go with Caleb for him. As much as Ben was overwhelmed by a big school like the University of Washington compared to Mines, Ben wanted to experience Boulder at least once, and Caleb offered to get the couplr Buffs t-shirts if they went.

While Ben knew both Golden and Boulder offer a similar outdoor lifestyle sitting at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, Boulder was more known as the quintessential American college town and got ranked as such. Mines did have a reputable Division II athletics program too, but watching the Orediggers was nothing compared to the excitement and atmosphere of a Pac-12 Football game even without your team being coached by Deion Sanders.

With the game starting at 8 PM, there would be plenty of time for Ben and John to check out Boulder before kickoff as the 3 boys got into Caleb’s BMW for the 30-minute drive north after class after lunchtime on Friday.

“I never asked, how did you afford a Beamer in college?” John asked as he got into the front seat of Caleb’s M3.

“Daddy’s money.” Caleb shrugged, it was a surprise to see Caleb in anything but his ROTC gear, but for the tailgating, he just had on a white t-shirt with the Buffs logo and blue cargo pants.

“I thought you weren’t that close to your dad?” John asked again as Caleb pulled out of the parking garage toward Highway 93.

“Doesn’t mean he can’t get me things to make up for it.” Caleb got on the expressway for that familiar drive he had to do multiple times a week. “Your car is the more practical car for a student though, I have to put premium gas in this thing and my dad almost wants to trade me for his Q4 because I haven’t started working toward my private pilot license yet.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll be quite the downgrade.” John rolled his eyes and looked back at Ben wearing his blue Colorado flag t-shirt and the plain navy blue UA shiny basketball shorts. ”Doing OK back there babe?” John asked. “You can ride in the front on the way back.”

 “I’m good except the heated seats are starting to burn my butt, it’s only October.” Ben shifted in his seat.

“Oh sorry!” Caleb fiddled around with the climate controls as they got to a red light.

“Did you have them on from the last time you saw Sophie?” John chortled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Caleb started to accelerate as the light turned green. “I guess you really do since you’re bisexual. I’ve only been seeing her for 2 weeks and we’re taking things slow. Just because I’m away from home doesn’t mean I’m getting any aside from what I do with you guys.”

“That’s my Caleb, fast car but not fast enough in bed!” John continued to tease him as the BMW climbed the lonely foothills outside of Denver. “Maybe we can all go skiing together, Aspen to impress her? I didn’t know your family was this loaded!”

“Whoooah slow down there Johnny!” Caleb shook his head. “Don’t start booking your lift tickets yet. I know you and Ben got pretty serious as soon as you first met but I just don’t want to make the same mistakes I did in high school. You’ll meet her today, I’ve told her you guys are a couple but not about our little secret. If you want to keep up with that you better keep quiet about it and let me stick with a slow pace with her.”

“Okay okay! I’ll keep my big mouth shut!” John looked out the window at the sparsely populated landscape of fields around them hoping Caleb would change the subject.

Caleb sighed as someone driving an old Kia in the slow lane was struggling to merge in front of them with its lane ending, even slowing down when there was plenty of room to merge. “C’mon, why are you even out here if you can’t do 55!” Caleb yelled, then looked down at John beside him who was sporting a hardon under his khaki cargo pants. “Looks like all this girl talk is getting Johnny hard now!” Caleb laughed in revenge. “Should I pull over and let Ben take care of you?”

“Oh shut up Caleb!” John pouted, trying to pull the bottom of his white UA hoody over his crotch.

“I can help you too, we aren’t going anywhere fast with this dick in front of us for a couple of miles.” Caleb took his right hand off the steering wheel and pretended to reach over toward John, while Ben started to laugh in the backseat.

“Crap, Caleb keep your hands on the wheel,” John tried deflecting away Caleb’s hand. “And no, even though Sophie looked hot, I haven’t really thought about a girl in ages. You studs are enough for me to handle right now. What happens though when you start getting serious with her?” John asked.

“Really Johnny, you are all into guys now?” Ben tried to interrupt them.

“Maybe, but now that you’re here with me all the time Benji, it’s not like I think about anyone else.” John replied.

“I don’t know what happens boys.” Caleb thought out loud. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. You two are great friends and I hope that doesn’t change at all. I still want to do stuff like coming out to Boulder again with you guys or even your idea of skiing. You’re becoming closer than my ROTC guys now, so I hope you feel the same way.”

John looked back at Ben who grinned back at him. “It’s okay Caleb,” John said. “Ben and I understand if you want to stay loyal to Sophie when that time comes.”

“Can I still wear your uniforms Caleb?” Ben spoke up from the backseat again.

“Uhhh… sure Ben.” Caleb sighed. “Maybe only in your room through or when JP is not at home. When you were wearing one of my pairs of PT shorts that one Saturday morning he was definitely giving me the side-eye.”

John chuckled to himself as Caleb rounded the last corner back into civilization and the outskirts of Boulder. The campus was just off the highway from Golden so Caleb had no trouble finding a parking lot, but it was a fair distance from the stadium.

“30 bucks?” Caleb exclaimed as he looked at the sign on how to pay for gameday parking.

“We can chip in $20 if you want.” John started to pull his wallet out of his cargo pants.

“Put that away John, this whole day is my treat, just remember we need to head to the team store at one point too.” Caleb parked his car, paid for the spot via text message, and the three of them made their way closer to the stadium. The campus was already buzzing with activity even with the kick-off still more than 6 hours away, there were throngs of people all over the sidewalks clad in black and gold, the colors of the Colorado Buffaloes. Ben thought his outfit would stick out like a sore thumb today, but it was too late to go home and change. Mines and CU Boulder didn’t exactly have a cross-town rivalry like Denver, but he was glad he didn’t opt for Mines gear today.

“CALEEEEB!” A voice shouted at them from up a hill as they walked by the Events Center. About 6 people were hanging around the back of a Toyota 4 Runner with Luke Combs’ ‘Beer Never Broke My Heart’ blasting from a DeWalt portable stereo in the back of the SUV.

“Hey!” Caleb shouted and started walking toward the group and Ben and John followed.

“Glad to see you made it man,” The tallest of the guys in the group shook Caleb’s hand as they approached and he instantly caught Ben’s attention. He was about 6’4”, built bigger than Caleb, had a square-faced head with brown eyes and perfect fair-colored skin. Unlike Caleb though, his hair was almost not to Air Force regs as the front his dark brown hair almost went down to his eyebrows. If his model-like good looks didn’t make Ben immediately focus on him, his outfit did. He was wearing plain shiny black Under Armour shorts just like the Navy blue ones Ben had on and a gold and black Buffs t-shirt.

“Guys, this is Fuentes, or he probably wants you to call him, Dylan.” Caleb continued to point down the line at his other friends. “Spencer and his Girlfriend Riley, Austin, Mark, and Blake.

“Where’s Sophie? Thought you would have picked her up on the way over?” Dylan asked before Caleb could introduce his roommates.

“She’s just having a late lunch with some friends at Panera, she said she’ll be over in a bit.” Caleb replied.

Dylan handed Caleb a red solo cup and Caleb peered down into it. “It’s Blue Moon.” Dylan shrugged. “I know you gotta drive back but one can’t hurt.” Dylan turned to Ben. ”Caleb told me your names… his roommates right? Ben and Johnny! Welcome to Buff Nation, more guys from Mines!” He handed them both their own cups as well.

Ben shook his gaze away from the shiny black shorts and looked into the half-empty cup, the only name he remembered was Dylan’s from the introductions and he glanced over at John as he sat down in one of the camping chairs and put his cup in the cupholder in the arm.

“Forgot you guys aren’t from Colorado, Wisconsin was it?” Dylan looked over at the couple not yet drinking. “Maybe Miller was more your taste? The only other thing I have is Pepsi.” Dylan opened the cooler back up.

“No, we’re good.” Ben gulped down half of what was in his cup. “I’m from the West Coast by the way, Seattle. John is the one from Wisconsin.” John nodded his head and started to down the ale in his cup as well.

“Oh, we play the Huskies next month, but too bad that’s not a home game!” Dylan closed the cooler and sat down next to John. “You guys are boyfriends too right?” Dylan smiled, pulling the shiny shorts he was wearing back over his long legs.

“Uhh yeah.” John nodded finishing his Blue Moon and now too noticing the UA shorts Dylan was wearing. His mind raced back to when Ben got the same Navy ones back in the spring and how they rubbed each other’s dicks with the shiny material until they blew into the silky fabric while Sebastian and Josh were sleeping.

“I guess Caleb talks about us a lot? I thought I was the one with the big mouth!” John laughed nervously.

“Oh you’re good, I didn’t mean anything by pointing that out. You were the one more into sports right?” Dylan asked.

“Oh yeah, basketball, baseball, football, Ben loves to watch sports too, but he has different reasons to.” John chuckled and Caleb laughed as well, trying to keep his mouth shut.

Dylan glanced at Ben and flashed him a grin. “What’s so funny?”

Ben shrugged and got out of his chair to get a can of Pepsi out of the cooler.

Dylan looked back at John. “I didn’t watch football until we got Coach Prime, always been a basketball guy though!”

“Yeah, I played in high school, did you? You’re pretty tall!” John asked.

“I did, you were probably better than me though. Being this tall doesn’t equal skill and I’m almost the limit to be a fighter pilot!” Dylan scratched at his leg below the Under Armour logo of the shiny shorts.

“You’re the pilot and Caleb isn’t? John grinned.

“Hah yeah,” Dylan chuckled, fiddling with dark brown hair. “Odds are Caleb will be the one telling me what to do soon though. Pretty sure he is getting into the Professional Officers Course next year, the man is a machine!”

Caleb looked down at his phone and scoffed. “Pfft. They’re all going shopping first. Guess Sohpie will be another hour.”

Ben stuck with drinking Pepsi but John decided to have another Blue Moon while they waited for Sophie. Spencer's girlfriend Riley however, was already onto her 4th drink when she started to stumble around after she got up, then decided to take a seat on Ben’s lap.

“Riley! Are you ok! It’s not even 3 o’clock and you’re drunk already?” Spencer got up and shouted at her to get off Ben. Ben shot up his hands as she started to grind into him in an attempt at a drunken lap dance on his silken navy blue shorts

John got up to help pull her off, and Ben was able to get up and break free, but not before Riley threw up all over Ben and the chair. Ben’s shorts were spared from it, but his shirt caught a lot of the vomit.

“Aw man…” Dylan got up somewhat repulsed, as Spencer took Riley around his shoulders.

“I gotta take her home, I’m sorry.” Spencer was embarrassed but left the rest of them to deal with cleanup.

Dylan shook his head then went into the back of the 4 Runner and returned with a gym towel to help Ben clean himself off.

“Eugh, I think it soaked through.” John winced as he took the towel and wiped away what he could from Ben’s shirt.

Ben was still in shock and started gripping at bottom of his shirt to take it off.

“Ben, I can take you home so you can get a shower and borrow something to wear, but we’d have to walk about 15 minutes across the turnpike cause If I drive there we’d lose this space and the game isn’t for another 6 hours.” Dylan grinned.

“He can wear my hoodie.” John started to take off his white UA hoodie and Dylan stared briefly at John’s perfect muscular frame clad in just a white ribbed tank top.

“I think I still should shower.” Ben gulped, a bit disgusted by the smell of the towel.

“I was gonna get you a new t-shirt anyway!” Caleb chuckled trying to find some humor in the situation.

Dylan handed off his car keys to Caleb in case they were needed. “We’ll be quick, you better wait here for Sophie I guess.”

“I should come with you guys too, I need to properly wash my hands.” John wiped what he could onto the dirty towel and threw it to the ground.

"Come on, John, Benji's not a baby. Dylan can handle him without you, and I'm sure there's a bathroom nearby that you can use. One of the other guys can show you where it is," Caleb suggested, tucking the keys to the 4 Runner into his pocket.

“Enhh, I better go with them to help cheer Benji up.” John caught up with Dylan and Ben as they walked between the residence halls toward Dylan’s unit off the main campus.

“Wow, a lake! You guys have it made here!” John exclaimed as they passed through a dorm building and into a clearing.

“Oh, the main dorms are over by Farrand Field, that was where Austin, Blake, and I lived Freshman year, party central. These are the newer dorms, they’re pretty nice.. Are you guys into parties?” Dylan asked.

“Not really,” John admitted.  “Part of the reason I went to Mines aside from the lifestyle is it wasn’t a party school compared to the University of Wisconsin. During E-Days Ben and I left our dorms to stay at my roommate's house in Colorado Springs. Where did you say you were from again?”

“Aurora, yeah the Dark Knight theater place…” Dylan replied.

“Oh….” John grinned and looked at Ben beside him. “Benji you must feel pretty special, even when the girls know you’re gay they still want to be with you!”

Ben rolled his eyes and tugged downward at the strings of John’s white UA hoodie he was wearing.

“Now comes the fun part!” Dylan exclaimed as they walked under the noisy turnpike overpass and emerged at the other side unscathed. “Not too far now, across at the next light. We can even get you ice cream at McDonald’s on the way back!”

“Yeah, I haven’t had lunch yet Benji! Glad I came with you guys!” John smiled.

“Guys, you can cut it out.” Ben started to sound annoyed. “I’m not a child, I just need a shower so I don’t reek of vomit for the rest of the day.” Of course, Ben did have an ulterior motive. When Dylan offered for him to borrow some of his clothes he gladly jumped at the chance, especially since Dylan had on Under Armour shorts just like his. Ben would get the chance to see into Dylan’s closet and he wondered if John had come along to do the same thing.

“Well, sorry your welcome to Boulder started this way, I promise we all don’t have such a low tolerance for alcohol. Not many partygoers out this way too, we call it WillVille!” Dylan led them past three tall dorm blocks and into his apartment complex at the end of the street.

“This feels a bit more spacious than Jackson,” John observed as they got off the elevator. “You got a place all to yourself?”

“Yeah. Just down the hall here.” Dylan unlocked the door to his studio apartment and showed Ben to the bathroom. “I’ll get you a towel and a fresh pair of underwear, if you need anything else just holler, you can have a seat, Johnny.”

John washed his hands in the kitchen sink and sat in the lone armchair to wait while Dylan grabbed a pair of gray Nike boxer briefs for Ben and a plain white towel. As Dylan walked back to the bathroom, John couldn't help but notice the black silk sheets on the bed.

“Your bed looks pretty comfy,” John looked at Dylan as he came back and sat down on his bed. “Girls must love the silk sheets!”

“Girls, I thought you were gay?” Dylan asked.

“I’m not,” John replied. “I’m bi, but Ben and I kinda have a love for soft, shiny, and silky things.”

Dylan got up off the bed and started to rub a bulge through his shiny UA basketball shorts. “You mean like this?” He slid open the other side of his closet opposite the uniforms and regular clothes, revealing an assortment of shiny basketball tops, soccer jerseys, and shorts. At the front of the hanging shorts were a royal blue Under Armour pair with white sides and black piping exactly the same as John and Ben’s.

“Yeah, looks like you know what I mean.” John lifted his undershirt to show off the blue Ethika underwear under his cargo pants. “BEEEENN?” John yelled. “Are you almost done? Dylan wants to show us something!”

“So…you aren’t straight either?” John anxiously asked Dylan.

“Well, let’s just say it takes another guy to appreciate another dude in sports gear. I hope you’re okay with me saying this, but Ben looked hot in those shiny shorts he was wearing before, they are just like mine.” Dylan tucked the Buffs t-shirt he had on into the waistband of his black Versace underwear to show off his shorts.

“What is it?” Ben came out of the bathroom clad in only Dylan’s gray Nike microfiber boxer briefs still drying his hair with a towel. He gulped when he saw Dylan’s open closet before him, his favorite shorts hanging up on a hangar.

“Benji, it seems Dylan has quite a nice collection of gear just like you!” John let out a mischievous laugh. ”He also liked your Under Armour shorts!”

“And I like his!” Ben stepped forward to look at his favorite shorts on the hangar.

“You can pick out whatever you want to wear today Ben, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask to watch you and John fool around in it for a bit. You’re probably the hottest twink that’s been up here, and John is the first jock!” Dylan looked Ben over closely now that he was only wearing the gray Nike boxer briefs that he was now bulging in, excited he had the pick of whatever he wanted in a new closet.

“Dylan, we’d be open to more than just that I think. Hopefully, Caleb doesn’t care that we’ll be gone for a bit longer! John grinned.

“I’m open to whatever you guys wanna do! John, you can pick something out too!” Dylan took off his shoes and kicked them to the corner.

Ben chose a blue adidas soccer jersey with diagonal lines and the royal blue and white UA shorts just like he had at home. “Can I wear these for now and maybe one of your Buffs shirts to the game?” Ben asked Dylan.

“Sure thing, your turn Johnny!” Dylan went to sit down in the armchair to take off his socks while Ben sat down on the bed to change into what he had chosen.

John chose a silver shiny pair of AND 1 basketball shorts but kept his undershirt on while he sat next to Ben on the silk sheets to change into them. “I guess you’re more into Ben and twinks?” John asked Dylan.

Dylan couldn't help but stare as he watched Ben put on his royal blue Under Armour shorts over the gray Nike underwear. "You can say that again, your boyfriend definitely has a nice ass. Are you guys open to sharing it?"

“Yeah, but I better start Ben off, he’s super horny in your gear!” John put on the AND1 shorts following Ben as he crawled up to the top of the bed sliding along the slippery surface of the sheets.

Ben laid back on one of the pillows as John crawled ontop of him and started kissing him whilst sticking his hands into the shorts to feel Ben’s boner and lower the underwear waistband beneath them so Ben’s tip could feel the sexy nylon fabric of his favorite shorts. Dylan had gone back into the bathroom to get a box of condoms, lube, and Ben’s navy blue shorts from the floor then returned to sit on the bed to watch the couple start to make out.

As the scene unfolded before him, Dylan felt a pang of jealousy and excitement at the same time. Both John and Ben looked like naturals in the borrowed sportswear from his closet. They were a perfect match – a dynamic duo, he thought with a smirk.

Dylan watched them intently, taking in the sight of John's toned body glistening in the sunlit room as he moved on top of Ben. The invigorating smell of Irish Spring soap from Ben’s body created a powerful and exhilarating atmosphere. As John's lips continued to explore Ben's, Dylan struggled to contain a deep desire to join them, to be a part of the thrilling scene unfolding before him. But he held back, allowing them to explore each other and enjoy the moment in his clothes.

John slid down Ben's body, trailing kisses along the way, while Ben moaned softly with pleasure. Dylan watched as they began to take off their shirts, revealing John's sculpted chest and Ben's now-developed athletic frame. John gently lowered Ben's UA blue shorts, exposing his erect penis. Dylan noticed the perfect contrast of the blue fabric against Ben's pasty white skin, and he felt a twinge of chemistry that Ben enjoyed wearing those shorts too.

Ben's moans grew louder as John leaned in to take Ben's shaft into his mouth. Dylan tried to focus on the condoms in his hand, but his eyes were drawn back to the scene before him. The room was filled with the sound of soft moans and the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was at that moment that Dylan realized he needed to start on his release too, his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear. “Wow, watching you guys do it is so hot.” Dylan muttered.

As Ben's moans grew more intense, Dylan knew he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He carefully opened the box of condoms and slid one out, making sure it was in good condition. With shaking hands, he got on the bed, trying not to make too much noise and ruin the moment. John looked up from his task, catching Dylan's eye for a split second before focusing back on his mission.

Ben was close now as he felt Dylan crawl next to them and take out his massive 7” dick from his black UA shiny shorts and Versace briefs. John was so focused on Ben that he didn't notice, otherwise, he might have warned Ben to prepare, John’s head continued bobbing up and down over Ben's dick in a pure rhythmic fashion. Ben's head shot back as he felt his body stiffen. As the orgasm coursed through him, Ben gasped for air, his body only clad in Dylan's underwear and shorts shaking with pleasure as his bare feet struggled to find his footing in the slippery silk sheets. John savored every drop fired into his mouth and swallowed, before rolling over beside Ben on the opposite side of Dylan. Ben's moans grew quieter as he caught his breath, his mind swimming with the intensity of the moment. “Wow, Johnnnnny.” Was all Ben mustered the strength to say.

Dylan quickly rolled on the condom he opened earlier, his heart racing with excitement as he quickly squirted some lube on it. He saw his opportunity now as Ben rolled onto his side grasping one of the silk pillows. He straddled over Ben with his toned muscular legs and tugged at the back of the royal blue UA shorts Ben was wearing. Ben rolled over fully onto his stomach and with one quick motion, Dylan lowered the Nike boxer briefs and shorts below Ben's ass crack.

Ben's ass hovered above the cool silk sheets, as Dylan grabbed Ben by his arm to place it by his side, and Ben followed with his other arm. Dylan's cock twitched as he prepared to enter Ben, his excitement skyrocketing with each passing second.

As Dylan lined up his throbbing erection with Ben's entrance, he took a deep breath and pushed forward with a fierce determination groaning “Ahhhhhh.” As he slipped in. Ben's muscles clenched around him, pulling him in further until he was fully engulfed. Other than John the only other person that had been inside Ben was Evan and their cocks were similarly sized. Nothing had prepared him for the massive schlong that was now inside him, filling his insides up like never before. The room fell silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan escaping from between them.

Dylan's attention was on the feeling of Ben's body beneath him, every thrust sending tremors of pleasure through his own. He could feel the sweat dripping down their bodies, mingling with the dampness of the sheets below.

Ben's hands gripped the silk sheets tightly in pain, every fiber of his being focused on the sensation of Dylan's cock inside him. He thrust his ass upward to meet each of Dylan's movements, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

John rolled back to face them unable to keep still with bed bouncing up and down. He watched, a mix of awe and lust in his eyes, as Dylan's hips pounded into Ben's body. Their rhythm was unrelenting, the sheets below them becoming increasingly soaked with sweat. John reached over Ben and grabbed the navy blue UA shorts that Dylan had retrieved from the bathroom and wrapped them around his cock to start jerking off over Ben's head while on his knees.

Dylan's pace didn't falter, if anything, it seemed to ramp up, his thrusts becoming more powerful with each stroke. Ben tightened his grip on the silk sheets and arched his back, meeting Dylan's movements with a fervor that matched his own.

After a few more intense minutes of this passionate display, John's eyes locked onto Dylan's, who was lost in the moment. Dylan's breaths became labored, and with a groan, he thrust one last time deep inside Ben, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Ben's entire body tensed, the waves of pleasure coursing through him as Dylan's huge cock pulsed inside him. He could feel Dylan's release, the warm liquid filling him up, with the dampness of the silk sheets under him, wet with their sweat, and the remnants of John's saliva mixed in with Ben's ejaculate.

John, still on his knees, watching the aftermath of their climax, his arousal still at full mast, wrapped in the navy blue shiny shorts Ben had just taken off in the bathroom.

Dylan now spent, slowly pulled out of Ben, tossed away the used condom from the sheets, and laid back at the foot of the bed to watch John finish himself off. Ben again rolled onto his back, pulled the underwear and shorts he was wearing up, then opened up his mouth and stuck out his tongue to await John's cum. “I want it on me Johnny!” Ben gasped and closed his eyes.

Dylan watched as John's hand moved up and down along the length of his shorts-encased shaft, their slickness providing a pleasing friction. John's breaths were ragged now, his arousal threatening to overflow the bounds of the shiny fabric.

John's eyes never left Ben's face as he continued to stroke himself. The sight of Ben's tongue eagerly sticking out, ready to catch his load, only fueled his desire. Suddenly, with a deep, guttural groan, John's hips bucked wildly, and his cock erupted in a frenzy of delight.

The warm, slimy contents of his ejaculation sprayed across Ben's face and his waiting tongue, coating him in a thick layer of sticky cum. Ben moaned softly and laid back into the silk pillow, his body now thoroughly exhausted. John used the shorts in his hand to wipe some of the cum away from Ben's face and laid back down beside him to rest.

With all of them finished, there was a realization they should probably get back to Caleb and the other guys sooner rather than later. Dylan sat back up and ran his hands along Ben's soft toes hoping he enjoyed his short stay and this wouldn't be a lone visit.

"Well Ben," Dylan sighed. "Caleb can probably run back that stuff you're wearing and the Buffs shirt of mine you want to borrow, but maybe you guys might want to just make your way back up here yourselves?"

Next: Chapter 25


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