8. Ben
EIGHT
BEN
I knew the answer to something I had asked myself since the day I started wearing the jockstrap I stole from Richard’s place.
It wasn’t that it was a jockstrap snuggling up all over my dick that got me hard as a rock. Apparently, wearing another man’s anything was an incredible turn-on for me.
Slipping on Richard’s sweatpants and striped henley gave me a wicked boner pretty quick despite blowing my load only a few hours ago.
He hadn’t left me any underwear and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. It made me appreciate the fact the shirt was too big for me since it kept my bouncing cock from being completely obvious as I walked into Richard’s living room.
Back to where I sucked his dick for the first time.
“What do you want to drink? Coke, water, or something else?”
Richard was in the kitchen.
“Water’s fine,” I replied, making my way over to the couch. My mouth began to water just from the smell of the pizza. As if in response, my stomach grumbled.
I had skipped my dinner break to get spanked instead.
Richard came into view, balancing plates on top of the pizza box in one hand and bottles of water in the other. I rushed over to help, opting to grab the plates.
“Thanks.” Richard flashed his smile and I forgot that I was hungry for a few seconds.
“Thanks for doing all this.”
“You look cute in my clothes.”
I scoffed. “Made me realize exactly how much more muscle you have than me.”
“What are you talking about? You’ve got a great body.” Richard put the pizza box down and placed both hands on my hips. “It’s perfect.”
I lost the staring contest and averted my eyes. Of course, they went down…where they noticed Richard’s bathrobe had crept open enough that I could confirm he was naked.
I stared too long it seemed because Richard tightened the tie as I watched.
“What’s your comfort show?” he asked, taking a seat and taking care that the robe didn’t blast open. Unfortunately. He motioned for me to join him. “And how many slices do you want?”
“Uh, two to start.”
He handed me my pizza and I thought about whether I wanted to be honest or not.
Nothing to lose I guess.
“Spongebob Squarepants.”
I watched him smile.
“It’s a good show!” I said before he could tease me.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“But you were thinking something.”
He ignored me, focusing on the screen, and I watched as he found Spongebob and selected it.
“Any specific episode?”
“They’re all good.”
By the beginning of the second episode, we were done eating and I was awkwardly sitting three feet away from him, trying to not seem desperate for his touch.
“You wanna grab that blanket behind you and scooch over here?”
It was like he read my mind. I couldn’t comply fast enough with his request and wasted no time finding a comfy place to rest my head…and hand. I was leaning into his side, my arm over his leg. My elbow had to be practically on top of…it, because my hand was on his thigh.
He didn’t seem to mind.
I couldn’t focus on the episode because his hand – the one not on the arm of the couch – was resting on my hip. Every now and then, he’d move it.
Purposefully.
Soft strokes, up and down, until a pause.
“I–” I went to speak but forgot what I was going to say.
“What?”
“I want to say thank you.”
“You already said that.” Again with the smile!
“Well, this whole evening’s been really-”
“Unexpected?”
“I was going to say sweet, but it’s…also what you said.”
“I couldn’t just strap you to that bench, fuck your face, and leave you.”
“I…definitely like hearing you say that.”
“It was a lot for you to process. After the spanking and the strangers,” RIchard paused, “I wanted to make sure you were really alright.”
“I…I trusted you.”
“Really?”
“I told you before. After what happened at the gym, I knew you were a nice guy.”
When he didn’t say anything, I risked a glance at his face. I couldn’t read his expression.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No!” His response startled me and he must’ve noticed because he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump. I just…it reminded me of someone, that’s all.”
“Someone good?’
Richard smiled. “Someone really good.” Then he moved his arm up to squeeze my shoulder, pressing me into his body.
I so badly wanted to ask who he meant. But he would’ve told me if he wanted to. I was getting sleepy anyway and starting to wonder how I was going to get home. There was always Uber.
When Richard sighed, something about the moment came over me. The warmth of his body, the touch of his hand…wearing his navy blue joggers.
I turned a few inches and kissed the side of his stomach.
“Can you stay the night?” was Richard’s response.
In what alternate universe had I found myself in?
“I’d like that.”
Richard himself drove me home the next morning. His car made last night’s Uber look like a dump truck.
Even though I wanted to, I talked myself out of kissing him goodbye – this wasn’t supposed to be serious after all. Granted, our “just one night” had turned into two already.
I spent the rest of my day relaxing, dealing with Kaleb’s questions, talking to my parents on the phone and coming up with excuses as to why I hadn’t visited home since the semester started, and finishing my homework. In the evening, Asa, Kaleb and I played Mario Kart and ate take-out Chinese.
Sitting on the couch and shoveling lo mein into my mouth, my ass was still tender and I loved the reminder of what had happened.
It was a good weekend.
I didn’t have to wait as long as last time to see Richard again.
Two weeks after I got my ass thrashed in the Stalls, Drake came over to me and said, “No fucking on the clock this time. I love you, kid, but we’re too busy.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Your Dick is here again.”
“What?”
I looked where Drake was pointing.
Richard.
As I walked over to him, our eyes met and despite what Drake had just said, I was consumed with thoughts of all the things I wanted Richard to do to me.
As soon as possible.
“Hey, whiskey sour?” I asked.
“You remembered.”
“I remember a hell of a lot more than that from your last visit.” I gave my ass a little slap as I turned to get his extra cherries.
“You looking for some more punishment?” Richard asked when I came back with his drink.
“Drake informed me that I have to be a good boy tonight.”
“In those shorts, I’d think it’s next to impossible to be a good boy.”
I knew what he meant.
Most of my clothes were too loose and I hadn’t found the time to go shopping yet. Tonight I was wearing a pair of Kaleb’s workout shorts and they were a little snug. I changed when I got here; otherwise I would’ve known.
“If you’re inviting me to…mess around, I really need to wait until after my shift.”
Richard nodded. “No quickie in the bathroom?”
“I can hear my mother’s voice now. Benjamin Elio Giordano, don’t you dare have sex while you’re supposed to be working.”
“Wait, what’s your middle name?”
“Elio,” I answered. “Why?”
Richard was speechless and I couldn’t understand why. My middle name was my grandfather’s name. There was nothing unusual about it. Sure, it was uncommon, and kids used to make fun of it when I was little, asking if I ran the pizza company. I wish I had that kind of money. Plus, it wasn’t really an insult, that pizza was good.
“Sorry?” I said, not sure what else to say.
“No, it’s nothing to apologize for. It’s just a surprise, that’s all.”
“How so?”
“I…I used to have a close friend named Elliot. It just sounds similar.”
“Oh.” I wanted to ask more about it but I had other customers. “See you when I get off?” I hoped he’d wait around, but maybe he’d find someone else tonight.
“Yeah,” he said.
I wasn’t convinced.