11. Richard
ELEVEN
RICHARD
“I don’t know how you’re this flexible.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Fuck no!”
I slammed back into him and watched his eyes roll back into his head.
Ben was bent like a pretzel, his feet next to his head, his legs held into place by his elbows. His hands gripped my arms harder with every thrust.
“I’m close,” I warned.
It wasn’t my fault. Ben whipped out my cock as soon I put the car in drive. He had sucked and slurped it the whole way home. I should’ve made him stop, but his torso was long enough to do it with his seatbelt on and my willpower was only so strong when his tongue was as skilled as it was.
Truthfully, I was ready to bust the moment I slipped inside his pink hole. Only with extreme concentration had I made it last this long.
“I’m almost there too.” The look on Ben’s face – blissed-out and happy – would forever be burned in my memory. “Just go hard and fast.”
“Like this?”
I grabbed his hips so I could pull him towards me as I bucked forward, giving it to him as forceful as possible. Seeing his hard dick bounce on his stomach was a huge turn-on. I hated when bottoms were soft when I was fucking them.
“Jack me off, Richard!” Ben cried out. “Jack me off!”
I let go of his hips and grabbed his dick. He didn’t need any lube, his head was already slick as I pumped the shaft, foreskin sliding up and down, uncovering the slippery head.
“Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Ben cried out just as I felt my own orgasm tipping over the edge.
“Cumming!” I roared as I slowed down my rhythm and thrust into him hard as the first burst came.
I didn’t slow down my hand though and within seconds, I watched with a smile as Ben came too. All over his chest, stomach, and my hand.
My hard cock stayed inside Ben as we looked at each other, letting our breathing fill the room. Slowly, Ben smiled.
“You’re so good at fucking, you know that?”
“It could be that your hole is just so good at taking my cock.”
Ben moaned and finally released his legs, wrapping them around my body, pulling me inside him.
“I love it when you fill me up. The stretch is…something else.”
“Can’t say I have any complaints.” I caressed his thighs gently, then said, “Tighten up. I’m gonna pull out.”
“I’m ready.”
Ben let out the sluttiest sound as I withdrew from his body, making me laugh.
“You’re so over the top.”
“Right now I think I’m under the top.”
I crashed down next to him and Ben immediately turned to wrap an arm around my torso. After a minute of silence, his fingers crept upward and started playing with my chest hair.
“So much for our date.”
“What do you mean?”
“We still ended up in my bed,” I said.
Ben scoffed. “We were always going to end up here. I just–”
“Wanted to spend more time with me?” I finished for him.
“I was going to say do something else together, but yeah.” Ben paused. “Is that so bad?”
“Not at all.”
“Do it again sometime?” he asked.
“Of course.”
I noticed I still had Ben’s cum all over my hand, so I started to lick it off.
Wait.
“Why’s your cum taste like an orange creamsicle?”
Ben shrugged. “I stuck a Tic Tac up there earlier.”
What the fuck? “Seriously? How did you even think of doing that?”
“I don’t know. I got bored one night and wondered if my cum would taste different.”
I had so many more questions.
“It tasted good though?” Ben turned his head up to look at me.
“You ate Tide pods as a kid, didn’t you?”
“No.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed him, then had another thought. “Does my cum taste bad?”
“Not really.”
“Do I need to shove a Tic Tac in my urethra?” Just saying it gave me the willies.
“No, your cum is perfect the way it is.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Another silence.
My mind went to a hundred places, including wondering what Ben was thinking about.
In the middle of imagining my cum leaking out of his ass, I blurted, “I used to be married.”
I didn’t know what had come over me – in that moment – to finally tell him, but it was out there.
“So you’re not married now?”
“No.”
“Oh, thank God. I thought for half a second you had cheated on someone. I would’ve cut your balls off.”
“Good to know. We can leave my balls where they are.”
“What happened?”
I paused, trying to figure out how to word it, then settled with saying, “Car accident.”
“They…didn’t make it?”
I nodded. “He died. A few days later in the hospital.”
“Elliot,” Ben said.
I should’ve been surprised, but Ben was perceptive.
“Yeah.” I did my best to ignore the tear running down my cheek and hoped Ben wouldn’t notice.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “It’s been over a decade.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
“I ruined the mood.”
“I’m still glad you told me.”
He was probably wondering why I had said anything, and honestly, so was I. But it was out there now and I couldn’t unsay it.
The heat kicked on and Ben squirmed a little closer to my body. I took a deep breath to clear my head a little.
“You don’t have to keep talking if you don’t want to. I can’t even imagine how hard that must’ve been. I’ve never had to deal with that. My dad’s parents died when I was very little. Too little to remember.”
I could practically hear my sister’s voice in my head.
Talk about your feelings.
“You’re the first person I’ve been a little more serious about.”
“In a long time?”
“Yeah, you could say that. Pretty much…since Elliot.”
“Oh.”
I was worried this was too much. Too much information. Too many emotions.
He was going to bolt. If not immediately, then in a half hour, or tomorrow, or another day.
This was just a good time for him. Someone to fuck the pain of his ex-boyfriend out of him.
Before I could think of something else to say – something to make this even more awkward – Ben started talking, softly.
“I’m glad you’re opening up to me. It means a lot. I didn’t want to admit to you how I really felt but I feel like I can now.”
“How do you really feel?” A pit materialized in my stomach, waiting for the answer.
“I’ve…been…starting to think maybe I should see if this could actually be something serious.”
Wow.
“That seems silly to say out loud. We literally just got back from our first date and–”
“I hate to break it to you, Ben, but we’ve seen each other once or twice a week for the last few months. Exclusively.”
“I thought we were hooking up.”
“The label doesn’t matter as much as the intention. I’ve looked forward to every time I’ve gone to see you.”
“I’ve looked forward to you coming to see me.”
“Not gonna lie, the sex is nice too.”
“Just nice?” Ben’s hand slid down my stomach, smearing the cum that had pooled there from my softening cock, to grab hold of it.
“More than nice. The nicest,” I teased.
He squeezed my balls and said, “You’re such a brat.”
“I guess you’re rubbing off on me then.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll rub off all over you. I’ll get another Tic Tac first.”
Ben made a move to get out of bed and I grabbed his arm, pulling him back to me.
“Let’s shower together and find a cute romance to watch,” I said.
Ben let his body sink back against mine, then asked, “Do you still have fried ravioli in the freezer?”
I chuckled. “I’m jealous of your metabolism, and yes.”
I was happy to have had the extra time with Ben since he spent the holiday weekend with his family.
As tempted as I was to fly down to Pennsylvania and see my sister and her husband, I stayed in Boston and covered some shifts at the gym instead. The city emptied a little around the holidays and it felt like a different world. A quieter one, for sure.
Being with his family didn’t stop Ben from texting, however. I wanted it to feel wrong that he was saying these nasty things as he laid in his childhood bedroom, but it didn’t.
When he sent me a photo of his ass, it took me a minute, but I eventually noticed the Captain America poster on his wall.
It made me feel old.
Richard: How many times have you jacked off to that poster?
Ben: Lost count.
Ben: Oooh, maybe we can get you a Captain America costume.
Richard: And what about you?
Ben: I’ll be Bucky.
Richard: I think I’d prefer it if you were Spider-man.
Richard: I’d like you covered with webbing.
Ben: Captain America doesn’t have webbing.
Richard: I think we both know I definitely have webbing.
Ben: Fine.
Ben: You can cover me with your webbing. ??
Richard: Works for me.
After a long pause, my phone vibrated again.
Ben: I’m about to web all over my stomach.
Richard: Show me.
I already had my hand wrapped around my thick cock in anticipation of the visual feast Ben’s naked cum-covered torso would be.
Ben’s photo did not disappoint. It looked like something I’d find on Pornhub or OnlyFans. He was smart enough to crop out his face, but his dimples were easy to recognize.
Richard: Good boy.
Ben: Fuck, that was fun.
Richard: Make sure you clean up your mess.
I was pumping away furiously, imagining Ben, naked and on top of my covers. Ready for me to–
Another message.
A video?
This one had his face, and his smile.
And his cum, dripping off his fingers into his mouth.
Fuck!
I lost it. Right onto the living room floor.
I leaned my head back and enjoyed the post-orgasm dopamine.
I’d worry about the mess later. I was too satisfied to move.
“Hey, Richard! How was your holiday weekend?”
I turned to see my best employee’s smiling face.
Even if I wasn’t interested in older men, I could still appreciate how handsome Eli was. On top of that, he consistently got the best customer feedback and over the years had developed the strongest client portfolio at the firm.
I wasn’t about to describe exactly what I had spent the weekend doing – i.e. flirting with Ben and using his family time to sext him dry.
“Just worked at the gym and relaxed at home. How about you?”
“Thanksgiving with the family at my brother’s and then took Gareth and Trey to the Botanic Garden at Tower Hill.”
“I’ve never been to that, but always wanted to go.”
“Christmas will be here before you know it,” Eli said. “Speaking of, Gareth and I have two extra tickets to the Nutcracker in a few weeks. Would you and someone you know like to join us?”
Jeez, I really needed to up my dating game.
I wasn’t going to say no to an opportunity to surprise Ben with something like this.
“Sure, that sounds great.”
“Sweet, I’ll text you the details.”
With a nod, Eli was gone, and I was left feeling hopeful that Ben would appreciate the gesture. Even if it wasn’t my idea.