10. Ben
TEN
BEN
For weeks, it was the same.
I’d go to my classes, do my homework, finish my shift at The Stable, Richard came to the bar, then Richard came inside me, all over my ass, or all over my face, then I’d stay the night at his place. Some weekends it was Friday, others Saturday. We’d fuck in the Stalls or the Troughs, or wait until we got to his place. Or both. We’d get something to eat either way.
After making breakfast the next morning, I’d kiss him goodbye and leave.
We were basically dating, but we didn’t call it that. I didn’t want to jinx it by defining the relationship. It started out as a fuck to get over what’s-his-face, but now it definitely felt like more.
“How was His Royal Dickness this morning? Well and truly spent?” Kaleb greeted me as soon as I came into our apartment.
I sighed, unable to disagree. We started going bareback last week and he had flooded my guts again this morning before I left.
“I’ve still got his load inside of me,” I said, smiling.
“Jesus, dude.” Kaleb covered his face and pretended to be grossed out. “You’ve turned into a little cumwhore, haven’t you?”
I sat down on the couch next to him.
“Keep that hole nice and tight, Benji. I don’t want Richard’s baby batter all over the place.”
“You’re the one that wanted me to get over Corey.”
“And you have. Congratulations.”
I took a deep breath and dipped my head back.
“I think I like Richard.”
“Well, that’s obvious.” Kaleb turned, propping his head up with his hand, elbow over the back of the couch. “You better like him! You’re letting him glaze your donut at The Stable every weekend.”
“Not every weekend,” I argued.
“Oh, that’s right. Sometimes you just suck the icing straight outta the tube.”
That mental image was extremely pleasing. “Mmm, it’s such good icing.”
“You are a cumwhore!”
I shrugged. “I’m not complaining.”
“So, when are you gonna ask him on a date?”
I froze. “Uh…we’re kind of going on dates already.”
“You mean when he takes you out to eat after he rails you, or when he gets pizza delivered after you’ve slurped his sausage? Those aren’t dates. Those are P-S-R-S-es, post-sex refueling sessions.”
“So?”
“What do you mean, so ? You need to go out and do something non-sexual together, and then you can have sex. That’s a date.”
“Oh, okay. Wow, thanks for clarifying. Should I send Richard a fruit bouquet with a note.”
“You could text him.”
“I don’t have his phone number.”
“What?! That’s it! We’re camping out at the gym until we see him.” Kaleb stood up. “Let’s go.”
“He’s not gonna be there. He’ll be recovering at home from fucking.”
“It’s worth a try.” He pulled me off the couch.
“What are you gonna do? Walk up to him and ask him for it?”
“Hey, Richard!” Kaleb jogged over and out of my reach before I could stop him.
He is not doing what I think he’s doing.
I caught up to him in time to hear him say, “You should give Ben your number.”
“Is that so?” Richard crossed his arms and my mind immediately went back to being bearhugged by them and carried – with his pulsing cock still inside of me – across the room to be mounted on his dining room table only a few hours ago.
“Yeah. It’s so inconvenient to have to go all the way to The Stable every time you want to fuck his brains out. Just give him your digits and bam! You could have him over whenever you want. Just like that.” Kaleb actually snapped his fingers.
I wanted to run and hide. Thank God not many other guys were here.
“Just like that?” Richard asked.
“I’m right here, Kaleb.”
“What do you have to say about this, Ben? Do you want my number so I can fuck your brains out whenever I want?”
Well, yes.
“I mean, not gonna say no to that, but maybe–”
Richard’s expression was so warm and kind – even after getting accosted by my meddling bestie.
Oh, fuck it.
“It might be nice to just go out some time, like, when I’m not working at the bar.”
I couldn’t help it. My voice grew quieter as I went on, to the point where Richard seemed to be leaning in to hear me.
“Oh?”
I tried to read his facial expression as he thought about what I said, but with him, it was impossible. I was so terrible at that. Look at what happened with Corey! I–
“Like a date?” he asked.
“Ye-yeah.”
Without hesitation, he said, “Give me your phone” and held out his hand.
I fished it out of my sweatpants pocket and handed it over. Watching him type something made my head swim. If this worked, I’d owe Kaleb big time.
Richard handed it back to me a few seconds later, and leaned in to whisper, “Is my cum still inside of you?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good boy.” Then he tussled my hair, and said, “Text me whenever you want. I’d love to take you out this week when you’re not working. You’re not going home for Thanksgiving?”
Oh shit.
I was.
“Maybe before then?” Kaleb suggested. “Classes end on Tuesday.”
“Tuesday sounds good to me,” I said.
“It’s a date then.” He hesitated for half a second, then bent every so gently down to kiss me.
I was frozen from happiness as Richard turned to talk to someone else. That is until Kaleb started jumping up and down around me and I had to do something to coax him back to the reality of not embarrassing me any further.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I said, making my way towards the free weights.
“It worked though. You can’t argue with that. It fucking worked!”
He was right. I couldn’t argue with that.
But now that I had Richard’s number, what was I going to text him?
Dick .
That’s the name he put in my phone for his number.
I smiled as my fingers hovered over the letters on my screen.
I should’ve been studying for my exam, but instead, I was deciding what to text the man that had been fucking me for months two days before our first official date.
My phone vibrated.
Mom: What day are you coming home again?
It was supposed to be Tuesday, after my last class, but now, I had a date.
Ben: Wednesday.
Mom: I thought it was Tuesday.
Then why did you ask?
Ben: Sorry, you must’ve been confused. It’s Wednesday.
Mom: Okay, baby.
Mom: Can’t wait to see you.
Mom: It’s been too long.
It hadn’t been that long. Parents’ weekend was only last month. If she meant I hadn’t been home, then that was true.
Dick: Hey.
I practically squealed when his name popped on my notifications.
Dick: Thought you’d be nervous about what to text me.
Dick: So I’m texting you.
Ben: That’s thoughtful.
Dick: Taking care of you comes natural to me, I guess.
Thinking back about our sexual experiences, that was certainly true. And it was appreciated.
Ben: Not gonna lie.
Ben: I wish you were taking care of me right now…in another way.
Dick: Oh yeah?
Ben: Is it weird that I’m hard and we haven’t talked about anything sexual?
Dick: It wasn’t sexual?
Ben: No? I don’t know lol.
Dick: Just want to point out that you wanted my number.
Dick: And for me to take you out on a date.
Dick: And in our first text conversation, you made it about sex.
Damn, he was right.
Ben: Is that so bad?
Dick: Not at all. I was just teasing anyway.
Dick: I like having your number.
Ben: How did you get it? Back at the gym, you just put your number in my phone.
Dick: I texted myself from your phone after putting in my number.
He did?
I scrolled up, and sure enough, there was a smiley face from me to him – that he sent to himself.
Ben: You think of everything, don’t you?
Dick: I try to cover all the bases.
Ben: Why do you like having my number so much?
Dick: Because now I can flirt with you every day.
Dick: Maybe even get a sexy photo of you.
Someone was fishing for an ass pic. I closed my textbook and headed to the couch to get comfy.
Ben: You want my ass, I’m guessing?
Dick: As much of it as I can get.
Dick: It's one of your best features.
I opened the folder and scrolled, looking for my best shot, and clicked send.
His reply came almost immediately.
Dick: I hope you like getting fucked after you go on a date.
Ben: That depends.
Dick: On what?
Ben: On how good the date is.
Ben: I don't just give away the milk for free.
Dick: You give away the milk for free every time we hang out.
Ben: Hate to break it to you, but that's not milk.
Dick: It still does my body good.
Okay, damn. This whole texting thing was an amazing idea. Big Christmas present for Kaleb this year.
Dick: I'll start planning our date now then.
Dick: It has to be amazing if this is gonna have that.
Whoa.
He sent an amazing photo – from below – of his cock that made it look even bigger than it was. Of course! The man knew how to work the angles.
Not that I needed it to be any bigger. My hole was fully satisfied already.
Ben: brB. Gotta jack off.
Dick: No! Save that cream for me.
Ben: Cream?
Ben: Is that what you put in your coffee?
Ben: No wonder it tastes weird.
Dick: I thought you liked how it tasted.
Ben: It’s not bad.
Dick: Not bad?
Dick: You slurp it down like it’s syrup.
Ben: Are you complaining?
Dick: Fuck no.
I let out a deep breath and gave my fingers a break.
“Whoa! Watching porn or what?”
Kaleb sauntered into the kitchen.
“No.”
“Your tent says otherwise.”
“What?”
Kaleb put down the milk and pointed at me. “Your mouth says no, but your popped-up pants say yes.”
I glanced down – “Shit!” – and grabbed a pillow to cover up.
“It wouldn’t be Richard getting you all horned up, would it?”
“As a matter of fact-”
“Yes, it is. I know I’m right. You’ve got a goofy smile on your face too. Screams Richard’s texting me sexy things. I’m a genius. You can say it.”
“Well, I was going to get you an amazing Christmas present, but not if you’re gonna suck your own dick about it like that.”
“Oh man, God knows I’ve tried. Best I can do is blast it all over my face. Terrible aim, and such a mess.”
“Self facials. Really?” I shook my head. “And you call me the cumwhore.”
“Hey, I don’t have a Richard to ice my cake.” He pointed at me with a spoon. “Sue me.”
“No, but you could have a Drake.” I had to say it.
For once, Kaleb didn’t have a sassy retort, but I knew not to push it.
“Thank you for getting Richard to give me his number,” I said. “It’s been…productive.”
“Oh brother.” He finished getting his cereal ready and headed towards his room. “I know what it’s been producing and I’ll leave you to it.”
Ben: So…where are we going on our date?
“Top Golf?”
As Richard put the car in park, he looked over at me and smiled. “What? I thought you liked playing with balls?”
“Yeah, yours.”
“Is this not okay? Did you want to do something else?”
Shit. He looked almost hurt.
“No! This is great. I didn’t mean for it to sound…skeptical?”
Richard laughed. “Good, because it took me longer than I want to admit to figure out what to do on a date.”
There was no way I was going to tease him about that. The fact that he had put a lot of thought into it gave me very good feelings.
“I’m just glad I’m wearing something warm. Isn’t it going to be cold?” I asked.
“I called ahead to check. They have heaters in every bay. If it’s too cold, I’ll take you home and warm you up. Shit! I shouldn't have said that. This is a date.”
I put my hand on his thigh. “Richard, you’ve fucked me with strangers watching. I think it’s okay if we flirt on a date.”
I watched him breathe a sigh of relief and then he smiled again. “I…I just want this to be good for you…since it’s what you wanted.”
I took a chance and leaned over for a kiss. When he let my tongue inside, I surged forward into his lap – though with my height, I couldn’t quite fit.
“Ow!”
Shit. “You okay?” I asked, preemptively ending our makeout session.
“You got me in the balls with your knee.”
Hearing the pain in his voice, I pulled off immediately. “I’ll take care of them later.”
With his head back, eyes closed, Richard said, “Thanks.”
I felt bad, but wanted to lighten the mood, so I said, “You need a bigger car then.”
He rewarded me with a laugh. “I’ll take you with me on the test drives. We can try out all the front seats.”
“You gonna be okay?”
“I’ll recover.”
“Good. Don’t use this as an excuse later if I kick your ass at golf.”
I did not kick his ass at golf.
“I wish we made a bet or something. If I knew you were this terrible, I would’ve taken us somewhere else,” Richard said.
“What?!” I launched myself at him – away from the two-story drop – knowing he’d catch me, so I could playfully pretend to be offended and wrestle him to the ground.
Which really meant that he just caught me in his arms and we fell onto the couch.
“If you’re this much fun when you lose, I don’t want to see you win.”
“You can stop teasing me at any time.”
“And you’re so good with my balls too.”
“Mmmm.” I took the opportunity to snuggle my nose under his beard so I could nip his neck. “I’m ready for our date to be over so we can get to the part where you feed me your cum.”
“You sure? You were the one–”
“I’m happy we went out. I’m not thrilled you kicked my ass, but I’ve been rock hard for the last twenty minutes thinking about your cock and how much I want it.”
“Let’s go.” Richard stood up – with me wrapped around his body. “Shit, need to pay first.”