16. Samuel #2
While his dick was hard as a rock, his skin felt soft to the touch.
I brushed my thumb over his glans, then moved my hand to stroke him.
Benji grabbed my dick with his left hand and joined me.
We started slowly, our eyes fixed on how we made each other feel good, but the longer we kept going, the faster our hands moved.
His touch was strong and determined, yet careful not to hurt me.
The longer we did this, the more our strokes synchronized.
I turned my head slightly to get a look at his face.
Benji’s mouth hung open, his breathing heavy.
He turned his head too, his eyes catching mine, his brows knitting as if he couldn’t believe what we were doing but didn’t want to stop at all.
He parted his lips further and leaned in, our tongues joining the fun for a moment—until a burst of moans took over.
His hand on my dick slowed. I looked down just in time to see a spurt of cum shoot over my hand and land on his belly button.
With my head turned, my ear ended up right by his mouth.
His moans flooded me, making every single hair on my body stand up.
I slowed my movements, savoring the warm, liquid feeling.
“No, keep going,” Benji said. “Just a little.” He tightened his grip around my dick like that alone could make him cum again, so who was I to deny him? I sped up, the strokes a lot more glitchy now, and after a few seconds, more cum squirted out of him.
His chest quivered.
He let his head drop into the pillow, took a deep breath, and let out another grunt.
His right hand caught my wrist to slow me and hold me there, making sure the pleasant sensation of my hand wrapped around him wouldn’t vanish too fast. He brushed his cheek against mine, making me glance over just as he squinted his eyes open.
“Sam,” he said, his voice breathy. “You’ve got magic hands or something. This... just... wow .”
“I’ve barely done anything.”
“Not true.” He lifted his head, taking in the mess. “I couldn’t have done it better myself. Like, literally.”
“Do you want a tissue or something?” I asked.
“Only if you don’t want me to ruin your sheets.”
I sat up, letting go of him, careful not to smear the cum on my hand onto the sheets myself.
We chuckled as we had to reposition our asses five times until I managed to scoot down to the foot of the bed.
I kicked off my pants, which had still dangled around my ankles until now, rushed into the bathroom, ran some water over my hands, dried them, and brought the whole towel back with me.
Benji was still lying there, his cock hard as a rock, streaked with cum, not shy at all, his arm lifting to take the towel. And I stood there like a creep, my undies dangling around my hips, my dick still out, watching him wipe himself clean.
He sat up, his eyes darting around the room. “Is it okay if I...?” He brought the towel to the floor and, when I nodded, set it down.
I expected him to jump up, put on his clothes, maybe say goodbye or not, and leave. But he didn’t even cover himself. He just patted the spot where I’d been lying.
“Why are you standing there? Come here.”
My mouth flooded with saliva, forcing me to swallow.
I could’ve questioned what he said, gotten into my head about whether he really wanted to keep going—especially now that he had already gotten his turn—but after everything that had happened tonight, I simply didn’t.
Benji wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. When he started something, he finished it, even if that meant finishing me.
I dashed forward, put my knee onto the short side of the bed, climbed back between Benji and the wall, and the second I lay down, his right hand rubbed over my chest. He kissed me, only once, and when his hand wrapped around my dick, he lifted his head to watch his fingers move up and down.
He wanked me for a minute before pushing himself up, leaning halfway over me.
“Can I... Is it okay if I... explore a little?”
“Sure.” I had no idea what exactly he meant, but my dick was so hard, I would’ve agreed to anything.
Propping himself up with his left arm, he continued to stroke me with his right hand as he brought his nose to my neck.
Taking little whiffs, he moved down over my shoulder until his nose landed at my armpit, inhaling even deeper.
My muscles tensed, bracing for some form of disapproval of how I smelled, when a deep groan filled the room.
He pushed my arm up to bare my armpit and shoved his nose deep into it, inhaling once more as if it were a drug.
He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and, starting at my ribcage, licked over my armpit up to the inside of my arm, making my chest quiver.
This was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
He went straight back down, licking over it again, sending shivers through my body.
The feeling was new, odd, and pleasant, something I wanted to experience over and over again, and luckily, I got to do so right away.
Benji licked three more times, each one a little more aggressive, then leaned over my chest, pushing my other arm up and repeating the process.
As if every whiff drove him wilder, his tongue slid to my left nipple, then to my right.
He let go of my dick and climbed on top of me, shoving me to the center of my bed, so his legs had room to frame me.
He licked across my pecs, down to my belly button, over my ribcage, back up again, every inch his tongue touched tingling as if my cells were throwing a party wherever he’d been.
The further down he went, the more his back buckled like a cat over me.
He moved fast, with a drive I had never seen in anyone, until he reached the fold at the bottom of my stomach and paused.
He looked at my dick that had a bead of precum glistening at the tip, lifted it, and brought his nose close. Another breath. Another moan.
He tapped his index finger to my tip, pulling the precum into a rope, watching it with frank fascination, licking his lips, which made me wonder how they would feel wrapped around my cock.
The clear thread of my precum snapped, leaving a small drop on his finger that he now took in with a frivolous curiosity.
And just when I thought I couldn’t get enough of that view, his mouth opened and his tongue flashed out, licking his finger, tasting what I hadn’t even tasted yet, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
His Adam's apple bopped as he swallowed, unaware I saw everything.
Like this still wasn’t enough, his gaze returned to my glans.
His tongue darted out, licking my tip, tasting the other half of the drop, and—still not stopping—sliding along my shaft.
All the muscles in my groin twitched, my hands slammed into the bed, my legs flailed at the sensation, and, to make matters even worse, Benji chuckled.
“You like that, huh?”
I could barely get out an agreeing “uh-huh” before he licked over my shaft again and again, starting a little lower each time, until his tongue landed on my balls.
My legs jerked up like he had found the button that made every muscle in my body spasm without control.
He paused, giving me a second to relax, only for me to see his nostrils flare wide as he pressed his nose into my nuts.
The sound he made as he inhaled was like a mixture of a moan, a groan, and a growl—something that sounded like he had a dry orgasm just from breathing me in.
Then everything blurred. My eyes rolled back as he licked my balls, his right hand proceeding to wank me, while his left pushed my legs farther and farther apart to give him more access.
His tongue was everywhere—on my nuts, my thighs, the small fold between my sack and my thighs—making me forget everything except the present moment.
The bed shook with my tremors, the sheets rustled against our skin, and the sound of his tongueing me down mixed with my moans.
It didn’t even take half a minute before I felt the orgasm building. I wanted to scream, warn him it was happening, but I’d forgotten how to speak, what words even were. The only word I could remember was the one I managed to spit out: “Benji.”
I had barely said it when my cum was already dribbling out of me, over his hand, onto my groin. Thankfully, he slowed down, giving me room to breathe as it leaked out of me as if I hadn’t just wanked two days ago.
It took me at least a minute (if not more, it was hard to tell) to come back to my senses.
I blinked my eyes open, lifted my head, and found Benji staring at my dick, his lips slightly parted.
His left shoulder bobbed up and down, and only then did I notice he had started stroking himself again.
He glanced past my cock, our eyes locking as he pushed up to his knees, giving me the best view of him.
His balls, which I only now realized were shaved, bounced with his quick strokes.
He panted, licked over his lower lip like there was still some taste of me left, moaned, and then shot another rope of cum that flew up to my chest. Quickly, he leaned back, aiming at himself now, making the second rope land on his abdomen.
His strokes slowed down. His legs twitched together, brushing mine that were trapped between them.
When he stopped cumming, he sat down, our bare skin still touching, as we panted in unison, exhausted by what we had just done.
Ten minutes later, we’d cleaned up the sticky mess but were still naked.
Benji had used the towel, but since I’d been drenched in both our loads, I went to the bathroom to wash it off.
When I came back, I turned on the lamp on my nightstand.
For a small, shocking moment, we took each other in, standing there, naked, our now flaccid dicks in plain view.
Benji quickly broke the ice by sticking out his tongue, making us both chuckle as we searched for our underwear.
The first pair I picked up was Benji’s, so I handed it to him.
He took it with a mischievous grin, as if he thought I’d used the opportunity to smell it behind his back.
We slipped back into our shirts, too. Only when Benji got to his jeans did he hesitate.
He looked at them, then at me, then at the watch on his wrist.
I didn’t expect him to spend the night, or even another ten minutes. We had done what we came up here to do after all, and it would only raise questions if he wasn’t home in the morning. But his hand sank back down, the pants dropping to the floor.
“Is it okay if I stay in my underpants for a little bit? I’m quite hot.”
“Sure,” I said, rising onto the balls of my feet. “I’ve seen a lot more than your underwear already.”
“I can take them off if they make you feel uncomfortable,” he said, standing up straight and tipping his hips forward as if he were proud to show off his bulge.
“Whatever makes you comfortable.” I stared for a moment and then peeled my eyes away and stuck my tongue out at him before shuffling into the kitchen, only in my underpants and shirt like him.
“You want something to drink? I only have water, though.” I yanked the fridge open and pulled out a plastic pitcher with a built-in water filter.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“Only one glass then,” I said, set the pitcher on the counter, and reached for a cup in the upper cupboard.
Benji stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest, looking over my shoulder as I set the glass down, and paused.
“Sorry,” he said. “I just felt like it. Hope that’s okay. It’s probably endorphins or something messing with my head.”
“It’s not like we haven’t done this before, either,” I said and poured water into the glass.
He rested his chin on my collarbone, hugging me tighter, making me pause again.
We could’ve had a whole conversation about what we had just done, how neither of us expected it, how much we enjoyed it, and how things would probably get more complicated from here.
But instead, we just stood there, him holding me for who knows how long, until he took a deep breath and loosened his grip.
“Thanks,” he whispered, stumbling a few steps back. He turned to the glass balcony door and gazed out at the empty street, pretending everything was okay, while his shoulders hunched forward and his hands searched for the pockets of the pants he wasn’t wearing.
I knew those hunched shoulders all too well. It was the weight of not knowing what tomorrow would bring that pulled them down.
“Where are you going?” I said, making him glance over his shoulder. “It’s my turn now.” I stepped behind him, wrapped my arms around his chest, and rested my chin on his shoulder blade.
He held his breath for a moment, but when he finally exhaled, every muscle in his body seemed to loosen. I peeked over his shoulder at our faint reflection in the glass door, and when I saw his eyes were closed, I followed his example.
Tomorrow could wait. At least for another few minutes.