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Curious Ben
By Simon Peter
It's business as usual. The office is buzzing with activity and I am trying to concentrate on the script in front of me. I've been at it for more than two hours and my eyes are getting blurry. I sigh and stretch.
A cup of coffee and a cigarette would be perfect just about right now.
In the small office kitchenette, I draw hot water over the instant coffee and creamer. Ben enters.
I have had an eye on Ben for some time now, but most of the time it has been limited to meetings in the corridor or in the elevator, or like now, in the kitchenette. My admiration and attraction has been one-sided. In spite of all my lust for Ben, I sort of have given up on him.
So far that I could tell, Ben is straight. And I am gay. I guess most everyone in the office is aware of my sexual orientation although I don't advertise it. But Ben, straight as he appears, is really some eye candy. He is a few centimeters taller than I am, with a lean body that promises hard and toned muscles under his clothes. He has a killer smile, which, in my opinion, is a very sexy smile, sunshine smile. He wears a light beard, just a shade, accentuating his masculine facial angles and outlining his male lips. His jeans are usually somewhat tight and show a nice bulge, not showy, just a hot masculine crotch.
"Hi, Ron," Ben says as he reaches for the jar of instant coffee.
I can't help myself but feast on his crotch, now a little bit more pronounced as he reaches up.
"Hi, Ben," I gulp.
I carry my paper cup gingerly, sigh, and turn to leave. I just cannot hope to catch Ben. He knows I am gay. And he is always very friendly. He has caught me looking at his crotch a couple of times-how can I avoid doing so?-but he has never made me feel uncomfortable, like some straight guys I am familiar with.
"You going out for a smoke?" Ben asks behind my back just before I step out of the kitchenette.
Hmmm. He has noticed that I smoke. Interesting. Or am I reading too much into it? His question is simple enough, but I get the feeling that Ben has something else in mind. Damn my wishful thinking!
"Yea, dirty habit." I always use this as an excuse, whenever I feel that I need to justify my smoking.
Besides, I really want to prolong conversing with hot Ben. I wish it were more than just conversation.
"Ah... Could I bum a cigarette?" Ben asks, stirring his coffee.
Could he? Does he need to ask? I'd run to Timbuktu and back to get him a cigarette, hell a whole carton of cigarettes, just for the chance of being close to him, of watching him suck on the fag-pun intended. Wishing it were my lips glued to his.
"Sure, Ben," I say, hoping that I don't sound too anxious. Already, there are flutterings in my stomach.
We walk out onto the small balcony where smoking is allowed. Ben takes a cigarette from the packet I am offering and I hold the lighter for him. He cups his hands around my hand, draws on the cigarette, and presses on my hand.
Has that been accidental? He has pressed on my hand! The contact is electrifying for me. The smile on his face as he exhales makes my heart beat faster. With a shaking hand, I light my own cigarette and busy myself on the smoking. I should try harder not to interpret every gesture Ben makes as a sexual come-on. After all, Ben is straight, and why should I hope? As much as I lust for this guy, I don't stand a chance.
Ben leans against the railing as we stand there, smoking and sipping our coffee. I feel that there is this bonding between two men doing what two men would usually do. But for me, there is much more.
There is electricity that I can't explain, that I can't even define.
"Ron?" Ben says hesitantly, avoiding my eyes.
"Yea?"
"Can I ask you a ... a ... a personal question?"
My heart pounds.
"Sure, Ben. Shoot."
I am trying to sound confident although deep inside I know that what is going to transpire next will either make Ben climb into my bed or forever lose him. I am dreading the question.
"What does it feel to be gay?" Ben is looking at the floor space between his feet. He is avoiding looking at me.
How can I answer such a question? I usually get quite defensive when asked about my gayness. I hate to sound apologetic about being gay. At the same time I am neither proud nor ashamed. I am just who I am, thank you. But I can't respond to Ben's question this way.
"Well, Ben, I really don't know how to answer. Maybe I can flip the question? How does it feel to be straight?"
Ben laughs, still not looking at me. His eyes move from between his feet to the horizon behind me, back to his feet. He definitely is uncomfortable.
"Fair enough. I can see how dumb my question was. I'm sorry, Ron," he apologizes, finally looking into my eyes.
"But are you straight, Ben?" I find the courage to ask. I simply cannot leave it at this. I have to explore.
"Touché," he smiles nervously. "Does it matter?"
"It matters to me. Besides, you have brought up the subject. Only fair."
"Let's just say that I am curious," Ben evades.
I grow uncomfortable. I don't want Ben on such terms, as if I was a lab mouse for him to experiment.
Ben notices my hesitation.
"Couldn't you just tell me how you feel around men, Ron?" he insists.
"Well, I was going to say that I feel the same way you would feel around women, or is it around me also?"
"Come on, Ron. I am not trying to delve into your personal life. I am just unhappy with my own."
"Tell me, Ben," I gaze into his eyes. "Have you ever felt attracted sexually to another guy?"
"Yes," came back the whisper and the shifty look outward to the horizon.
Wow! I'm thinking. The guy is gay. He must be. Oh, wow!
"And you have done nothing about it," I add as a statement, not a question.
He nods silently.
"Is he a colleague?" I prod.
He nods again, glances at me and quickly looks down at his feet.
"Are you attracted to me, Ben?"
"Yes." The answer does not come as a surprise since by now I have figured out what this is all about.
My eyes skip down to his bulge, unconsciously. I have to. I can't but not to. Quickly though, I look up.
The smile on Ben's face has somehow changed. Or has it? Am I imagining things, or is Ben leering?
Smirking? No matter what the verb is, his smile is beautiful. Heart throbs, balls quiver, hole twitches.
God, for one night with this stud. Just one night, Lord, please?
"Aren't you?" Ben asks.
Somehow, he has gained back his self confidence. The confession has apparently done this. He is standing more erect and his eyes are fixed on my face, not shifty any more.
Still keeping eye contact, still keeping the smile, very slowly, Ben reaches down and touches himself. I reel. My head feels dizzy, light, intoxicated. What is this? Dream? Imagination? Oh, please, let it be for real.
"I guess you like this, Ron," Ben says in a low voice, cupping his crotch.
What the fuck? Ben? Gay? Interested in me? In me? Cupping his dick for me?
I freeze, trying to comprehend what is going on. Has Ben just made a pass at me? Why am I being so dense? His hand is still on his crotch, and, yes, the smile is kind of leery, making him as cute as ever.
And yes, god, I do like. I feel like such a faggot, but I cannot help it. I am melting.
"Yes, Ben," I croak and shift my gaze down, to his crotch.
Ben removes his hand and I can tell that the bulge has bulged more. Could that be the start of an erection? I just can't believe it. My heart is doing cartwheels.
"Tell you what, Ron," Ben says, still gazing at me. "Why don't you come over to my place after work and I will treat you to real coffee instead of this instant shit. Besides, we wouldn't have to step outdoors to smoke. We can enjoy our cigarettes comfortably on my couch. And," he added, "there is quite a lot we can talk about."
I nod my head, speechless. Ben has just invited me over to his place. For coffee? Really. I don't think so. Ben seems to want to get laid. It is not my imagination anymore. Reality is kicking in. I am going to have Ben make love to me. He knows I am gay. He has noticed my glances toward his crotch. He probably can't get pussy and he is curious. He has just admitted that he is attracted to me. So he wants my ass. So fucking what? I want him. Bad. Curious or not, gay or not, I want Ben.
The work hours drag and drag. I can't concentrate on the manuscript in front of me. The pages keep getting replaced by Ben's crotch, Ben's smile, Ben's hot lips.
I need to get to my apartment, to take a quick shower, to make sure I am clean and ready. It is not hope or wishful thinking any more. It's going to be Ben. Ben, naked and hard for me. Ben, beautiful and horny, for me! I'm such a faggot! And he asks how it feels to be gay! Man, oh man, it's feels like heaven, scoring a hot guy!
I contemplate shaving my pubes and ass. I am not particularly hairy. But perhaps Ben prefers smooth.
Perhaps he will imagine I was a hot pussy under him. But I realize that I don't want him to fuck me as a woman. I want him to fully realize that this is a man ass he is entering. He is curious about gay sex. He needs to experience the whole setting. A hairy man ass and thick cock pubes. My ass twitches, my balls tingle.
Is he hung, I wonder? Will he hurt me? Is he a hard fucker? God, what a pitiful person I am!
My cell phone rings. It's Ben.
"Hey, Ron," he sounds so delicious.
"Ben," I croak, my voice climbing a couple of bars up and I hate myself.
"Where the hell are you, buddy? I thought we had agreed for you to come over to taste my coffee."
"Yea, sure, Ben, ah, well, sure," I am stuttering like an idiot.
"Get your ass over here, Ron. Pot is boiling."
His pot is boiling? My whole body is boiling.
Ten minutes later, I am ringing his intercom. He buzzes me up.
Ben opens the door for me, and I almost faint. He has a towel around his waist, his torso dripping wet.
"I thought I might as well take a quick shower before you got here," he says, smiling his killer smile.
My eyes are glued to the bulging towel. My God! Ben is more beautiful than I have imagined. I am dizzy. I can barely feel my legs. I wobble inside the apartment as Ben leads the way. I am thinking, this is a man's man. How can he possibly be interested in guys, and in me of all people? I can picture him with his arm around the waist of a pretty girl. Grabbing her feminine ass. Fondling her breast titties, licking her long smooth neck.
But there he is, in all his glory.
"Cream?"
Oh, fuck, I want his cream all right, straight out of his nuts.
"Just black," I say instead.
My hand can barely hold the hot coffee mug, I am shaking so hard. He offers me a cigarette and we light up. We sit on his sofa. He is inches away from me and I can feel the heat emanating from his almost naked body. There are a couple of drops of water stuck in the hairs in the middle of his flat, ribbed chest. I am dying to lick them off, to slurp down the hairy trail, to rip off the damned towel, and to swallow the gorgeous man cock that I know is throbbing inside.
Ben is erecting.
"Ben," my voice is definitely higher with the excitement, but I don't care anymore. "I never thought you were into guys."
Why am so stupid? It is very evident that Ben wants to have sex with me. Why have I asked such a stupid question? I could kick myself for being so dumb.
"Not guys," Ben inches closer to me, our thighs touching. He places one hand on my thigh. "Just you."
Me? Wow! Ben is into just me. Automatically, I put my hand on his as he starts rubbing up and down slowly, and I lean towards him.
Our lips meet. What can I say? There is no way I can describe the moment. I suck hungrily on his lips, on his probing tongue. His hand has moved up to unbutton my shirt. He moves it inside and finds a nipple, squeezes. I moan into his mouth. I feel his fingers working my chest, his tongue probing into my mouth, his erection pressed onto the side of my thigh as he shifts sideways and glues himself onto me.
I can smell his face lotion, but there is also another smell, of maleness, not actual sweat, but rather masculinity that makes my whole body tingle. He is grinding his crotch on me. My God, I am going to get laid. By this hunk.
As if in a dream, I lose my shirt. In no time, Ben is bent over me and is nibbling on my nipples, now totally hard, sending wild sensations into me. I shiver under his hard teeth. His hand is already in my groin, grabbing my aching hardness. I almost shoot my load in my briefs as his palm rubs up and down the shaft. I buck up for more, but his hand slides down to between my thighs. I can feel his finger slide inside my briefs, into my ass crack, finding my ass hole. The shivers and sensations multiply as he moves his finger round and round my fuck hole. I want him. I so want him, I can scream. Oh, Ben, fuck me, stud!
And I do scream as he inserts his finger inside me, still licking and nibbling on my neck and chest and nipples. My nuts are about to explode. His finger must be halfway inside the rim muscle and he turns it left and right. I am being stretched and my heart pounds in anticipation of his beautiful member replacing his finger very soon.
"Fuck me, Ben," I moan unashamedly, pressing my butt onto his finger.
"Yea, baby," he moans back. "I'm going to fuck you good."
Slowly, Ben pulls my briefs off. I am lying on my back, my legs spread wide. I know that the look on my face must be a reflection of what I am feeling inside: lust; need; unstoppable desire for Ben.
Ben strips naked and I swoon as I watch. The hair chest patch is already glistening with sweat. The trail down to his thick pubes is an invitation to be licked and sucked on. His cock is fully erect, at an upward angle, and twitching in anticipation. I must be drooling. I want to take him into my mouth, to gulp him down my throat. But my ass is aching to be filled. Ben puts spit on his cock and onto my hole. I am ready. Fuck, I am so ready.
As he places his cock knob at my hole, Ben gazes at me. I plead with my eyes. He supports himself on both hands and presses. The pain is enormous. He is not aware that penetrating a man ass is different from penetrating a pussy. He presses.
I try to relax, fixing on his beautiful hairy chest bending on top of me. He penetrates and I can't hold my scream back. Ben keeps the pressure and slides further inside me, the shaft of his cock tearing my hole. My initial scream turns into sobs as I try my best not to faint. I feel Ben resting his whole body on top of me, now that his cock is inside. He kisses me. I relax. I tell myself that this is what I have been aching for, desperately want. Ben is on top of me, fucking me.
"Still hurts?" Ben whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around me in a loving embrace.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper. His cock is buried in me. I revel in the union of our bodies. I hurt. Stretched by his fat love tool to the maximum.
"It's so big, Ben," I whimper under him.
"Shall I take it out?" he asks, and I could detect some regret in his voice if I agreed.
"Oh, no, no, no. It's big and delicious and hard and deep in my body. Love me, Ben."
I squeeze my stretched hole onto the base of his cock. He moans. Then he starts a slow fuck. I try my best to ignore the pain. Somehow, I feel that the pain is actually receding. I move with him, meeting his thrusts half way. He fucks me like he is used to, as if I were a girl. He covers me with kisses and endearing words. But I am delirious. The sensations from his cock plowing my man ass are incredible.
Once Ben notices that I have become comfortable and willing, he straightens back on his hands and knees and starts to fuck me faster. My feet press on his butt. I can feel his butt cheeks muscles ripple with every thrust he makes. I can visualize the fuzzy butt relaxing and tensing as he pushes into me.
Suddenly, I lose my load. The screams that emanate from way deep inside me are now screams of ecstasy. Ben doesn't stop. He starts going faster, pounding, as if he wants to draw every last drop out of my nuts. I come and come and come. And scream. Ben grunts and with one last forceful thrust he shoots inside me.
I am flooded. Ben settles down on top of me, his cock still inside, flexing, throbbing. He covers me with kisses. He is breathing hard, trying to settle.
"That was beautiful, baby," he moans. "What a fuck! God! I want to stay inside you, Ronnie. Forever.
Your ass is made for me. Oh, fuck! Fuck! I am fucking drained but I want more."
He has no idea. He has just experienced ass fucking, the tightness, the squeezing, that no pussy can give him. But he doesn't realize that cock sucking will be much more satisfying. And I consider myself a pro cock sucker.
I bask under him, expecting him to slide out of my ass. To my surprise and delight, Ben somehow erects again and resumes the fucking. I can't believe it. And yes, my ass is burning like hell. But do I want him to stop? Never.
I goad him, begging for more. Ben gives me more. His cock, slithery with his cum, pounds me with force. I feel sweat dripping onto my chest. I also feel warm fluid seeping out of my ass, dribbling down to my lower back. I reach out and hold onto his neck with both hands, feeling his shoulder muscles tighten as he fucks harder, deeper, faster. He dumps his second load inside me.
Finally, Ben slips out and lies next to me, breathing hard, sweating.
"Man, that was something!"
"Fuck, yea, Ben," I smile. "You gave me quite a fuck."
Ben laughs. He slaps my butt playfully.
"And you are going to get a lot more, too."
Very slowly, I run my tongue down his chest. He trembles. The scent of his sweat and his sex is strong, filling my nostrils. His body hair tickles me. I reach his semi-hard cock and, with one gulp, swallow it whole.
Ben bucks and grunts.
"What the hell, Ron?" he moans with surprise as his slimy cock disappears inside my hungry mouth.
I immediately gather that he has never been sucked properly. I feel his cock erecting, pushing down my throat. I keep my lips pressed around the thickening base and I move my tongue around the still sensitive cock head. Ben is holding onto my head, pulling my hair, bucking, wanting more of his genitals inside my wet mouth.
"Fuck, Ron, oh fuck, yea, Ronnie, suck on my dick, baby. God, this is oh-my-god beautiful. Suck me, baby."
I move my pursed lips up the shaft, reach the knob, press on it, licking it, and for the first time taste my own ass juices mixed with his cum. I have never sucked a guy right after he's been in my ass. The taste is strange, pungent, but I wallow in it. Ben is grabbing my head and pushing down. He starts fucking my face, and I let him. His cock slides in and out of my mouth and I eat it greedily.
I reach under and grab his balls. His moaning gets louder. When I rub the area between his balls and hole, he becomes delirious. As soon as I push a finger inside his hole, he shoots his load down my throat, directly down into my stomach. I feel as if he will never finish squirting. His cock must have doubled in thickness with every stream of seed flowing out of it.
I let go of his cock and lick and kiss all around his groin. His semen is all over. I look up at his face. His eyes are tightly shut. His mouth is wide open. His breathing is fast and hard. I lick up all the way to his face, inserting my cum-covered tongue inside his mouth. He sucks on it. My hand is still stroking his cock, now slick with cum and spit.
"Incredible," Ben finds his voice as I remove my tongue and fondle his cock and balls. "Ron. Never, ever, have I shot a load like this. Fuck, man, I cummed gallons. God. Baby, Ron. Oh, fuck, I'm totally drained."
I get off him and we are lying face to face, our cocks pressed on each other, slippery with cum. We kiss. We are hungry. Still hungry. My ass is calling for more, feeling the emptiness and desiring the fullness of Ben, hard and masculine, reaching my deepest corners.
We fuck for hours, throughout the night. Ben doesn't seem to be satisfied. I wonder at his multiple erections and the force of his orgasms. How can he keep it up and ready to invade time after time? I am exhausted. After countless fucks, I feel that Ben's seed has filled my intestines and is now seeping up to my throat. My ass is sore. My jaws are sore. My dick is sore. But I am filled beyond my dreams. I can actually feel Ben's semen in my veins, invigorating me.
Are we still together? I wouldn't trade Ben for the world. Ben has been introduced into the gay world.
We are living together and the sex is always mind blowing. Although from the first night it has been taken for granted that Ben is the top, I have made love to him a couple of times, feeling his ass squeezed around my cock and dumping my load into him. But Ben's deliciousness is in his fucking. I just cannot and will not get enough of the guy. We are more than fuck buddies. We are lovers.