20. Samuel #2
His mouth wandered down south, and the farther he went, the more I had to bend to keep my hand on him—until he reached my belly button, and his dick slipped right out of my grip.
Not that he cared. His lips hovered right above my bulge, hungry, as he pulled my shorts and underwear down, grinning at the sight of my erection.
He wrapped his lips around my glans, tingling spreading through my whole body like a wildfire.
His head bobbed up and down. Whenever the tip of my dick hit the back of his throat, he pushed his tongue out just a little more to feel the parts his lips couldn’t quite reach yet.
My mouth fell open, yearning for the same sensation while also not wanting to give this feeling up yet.
His right hand crawled up my chest, feeling my nipples.
But that wasn’t enough. I grabbed it, brought it to my mouth, and sucked his index finger inside.
Benji paused, looking up. Our eyes met, but I didn’t stop sucking on his finger. His palm cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my chin, then climbing into my mouth, too. I wrapped my lips around it. The feeling was so close to sucking on a dick, yet somehow it gave me a different satisfaction.
Benji watched me, fascinated, then sat up, rocking forward, until he was up on my chest, his hard dick right before my eyes.
But he didn’t even think of treating me to it.
His left hand joined in, now both of his thumbs exploring my mouth, brushing over my teeth, feeling my tongue wiggle.
I closed my eyes, giving myself to that moment, sucking on his thumbs as if both were dicks.
“I never had anyone suck on my fingers before,” Benji said.
I blinked my eyes open, trying to tell whether that was good or bad, but the determination in his eyes, combined with how rock hard he was, made it obvious.
While his left thumb stayed put, he withdrew his right hand, grabbed mine, and brought it to his mouth, sucking my thumb in too.
He leaned back, just enough for his right hand to reach my dick, and started stroking me.
I reciprocated, grabbing his erection, wanking it right before my face.
He closed his eyes, his head dropping slightly forward. I gripped him harder, moving my hand faster, making him moan. As if he had to mirror it, he tightened his grip, too, bringing me closer to that edge we both couldn’t wait to reach anymore.
His chest rose hard, filling his lungs. At the top, he held his breath for a second, before he—together with a satisfied grunt—shot a rope of cum onto his chest. His legs squeezed tight around my ribcage. Another squirt, this time shooting toward me, landed on my chest.
His hands didn’t stop working my dick as if to remind me he liked it when I kept going while he came, bringing me closer to the finish line, too.
The salty smell I was already familiar with crawled into my nostrils, giving me that last push I needed. My lips parted, the heaviest moan leaving my body as if my very soul tried to slip out. I thrust my hips forward, joining the rhythm of Benji’s hand for a moment—then shot my load.
He stopped moving right away, but kept his hand firmly around my dick, making the feeling even more intense.
My vision briefly went black as the most satisfying tingling took hold of my body.
I panted, each breath trying to get my senses back, and after a minute or two, my body calmed and the tingling subsided.
I opened my eyes to find Benji still with his eyes closed, enjoying the unexpectedly hot position for just another moment.
As if on cue, the alarm I had foresightfully set for every day of the week went off next to us.
“Right on time,” Benji said, chuckling. The grin on his face as he looked at me was so big that it made me smile, too.
I probably should’ve freed myself right away and turned off the annoying beeping. But I took another ten seconds to take him in: his hard dick still throbbing, cum slowly dripping down his chest, his eyes that couldn’t stop smiling at me as he studied me with all the same care.
This—everything with Benji—wasn’t what I had expected to happen at all. It was a million times better.
My smile didn’t fade when Benji told me to leave the bike at home, since he insisted on driving us to the farm.
Nor did it, when he rushed to the backroom of the barn before anyone could see us, to throw on a different shirt he’d stored in his locker, so no one—and by that he meant Gordy—would ask why he was wearing the same stuff as yesterday.
I tried to force the corners of my mouth down when Mosquito-Net-Luis asked which girl put that smile on my face, but I just couldn’t.
I shrugged it off, playing it down like I’d simply had a good night’s sleep, but that only earned me a collective hoot from Luis and the three other guys hovering around, pointing out the hickey on my neck.
My hand flew up, feeling the spot as if I could see it with my fingers, and then it hit me.
When Benji had bitten me this morning, he must’ve left it.
Benji hid behind his hat, his cheeks growing red, which didn't help at all.
Because his reaction only made my grin stretch wider.
Luckily, Mr. Farley saved me from further interrogation by calling everyone to the morning meeting.
I tried to tone my smile down a little so I wouldn’t look like a freak, but as soon as I was told I would be working with Benji today, it came right back.
Mr. Farley must’ve either forgotten his vow never to put us back together or decided to use this as some kind of test, but I didn’t care.
Benji didn’t care either. As soon as we were far enough out in the orchard, hidden by the orange trees and out of earshot, he stopped walking, turned to me, and, after looking left and right to ensure no one was watching, kissed me.
“Don’t get used to it. Work is work,” he grumbled as he continued on his way.
It was probably best not to mix things up, but already two hours later, Benji kissed me again during a short water break.
“Going against your own rules already?” I teased him.
“No? Work is work, but a break is a break,” he replied, winking as he lifted the water bottle to his mouth.
Everything went more easily that day. I managed to raise my quota, earning me a thumbs up from Mr. Farley and a pat on the shoulder from Benji when we got into his car.
I wished he could’ve come over that evening, too, but he had to drive his Mom to her weekly doctor's appointment, and I certainly wasn’t going to stand in the way of that.
When he dropped me off, we decided it would be best not to kiss goodbye in public, but even that didn’t make my smile go away.
The more days went by, the more reasons my smile had to stay.
On Wednesday, he drove me to another appointment at Red Creek High.
When he picked me up again after Mr. Penton and I had finalized the essay, Benji surprised me with a ride to the creek and a bag full of burgers that we devoured sitting in the open trunk, watching the sunset.
In return, I read him the essay, actually trying to show him how much his presence had influenced me for the better.
Instead, it left him fumbling for words, apologizing again for pulling that prank on me.
I cut him off with a hug, sealed that it was now water under the bridge with a kiss, and we decided to let the topic rest for good.
After that, it became a daily occurrence for Benji to either pick me up in the morning or stay over at my place overnight.
He still went home at least once a day, to check on his mom, tend to his garden, and grab some fresh clothes, but soon some of his shirts and boxer shorts ended up in my laundry.
We snuck kisses at work. We sucked each other's dicks in the afternoon, or evening, or morning—once even all three times of the day.
We started running errands together, making me more independent from my parents—not that I had the guts to tell them.
They thought I biked everywhere with a backpack.
As much as I wanted to come clean, part of me wanted to keep the bliss I was experiencing with Benji to myself a little while longer.
And what bliss it was. The next three weeks slipped by like a dream.
He showed me his garden, let me help harvest tomatoes and lettuce, and made a salad out of them.
I ate dinner with his parents twice more, each time apologizing for monopolizing their son, and each time they waved it off with a laugh and a warm ‘that's how it should be.’ Before I knew it, he had pretty much moved in with me.
We even hauled his TV, GameTube, and armchair over to my apartment so we could play together in the evenings (I was terrible, but Benji taught me patiently).
And damn, we did it constantly. It was harder to keep our hands off each other than to give in to the temptation.
I didn’t have a care in the world. Never in a million years would I have thought that I could feel this relaxed, welcomed, and happy—in Red Creek of all places.
I’ve always wanted to leave, but now? I wanted nothing more than to spend every waking minute with Benji.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I’d gotten. Benji was exactly as I expected, and everything people said about him was nonsense. For the first time, I was looking positively toward the future without having to change everything about my present.
For all the happiness, I should’ve known that something would eventually catch me off guard. And it did.
On Tuesday, four weeks after I had started at the farm, Benji drove me home after work.
He stopped in front of the building so I could jump out before he would rush off to pick up his mom, but instead of the usual awkward goodbye pat on my leg, he leaned over, lips pursed, and pressed them onto mine before I even realized what was happening.
We’d never kissed that publicly before.
“What?” he said as he saw my puzzled look. “If I want to kiss my man goodbye, I will.”
My heart jumped. We still hadn’t declared anything official, but maybe we didn’t need to. After all, he’d just clarified that I was his man now.
I was still smiling when I walked upstairs. Truly happy—until I found my front door unlocked.
Giving it a slight push, I only poked my head inside to see what was going on, and my heart sank to my stomach when I found my parents sitting in my kitchen.
“Welcome home,” Dad said, getting up, a big grin on his face. “Sorry for the intrusion.” He came over to me, took my backpack from me, and ushered me into the kitchen, where Mom sat, her hands folded on the table.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“More than okay,” he said, pushing me onto the seat.
“Look what came in the mail today.” Mom lifted her hands, revealing a large brown letter. My eyes darted to the upper left corner and found the Silver Basin University stamp.
Large envelopes usually mean only one thing. This couldn’t be.
My hands shook as I ripped it open.
A couple of flyers and brochures slid out. I looked inside, finding a single sheet that was clearly the main letter. I pulled it out, bringing it before my eyes. Never had they run so fast over words on a piece of paper.
I am pleased to notify you of your admission to the University of Silver Basin.
Along with this message, I’m also delighted to inform you that you have been selected as the recipient of the Prestige Academic Scholarship for the upcoming academic year.
After a thorough review of numerous impressive applications, your educational achievements, extracurricular involvement, and especially your personal essays stood out, making you an exemplary choice for this award.
“I’m in?” I whispered, unable to believe it.
Then, the whole truth hit me like a punch to the chest: accepting the scholarship meant moving away in two months. It meant leaving Red Creek, the town I’d been dying to escape for years, leaving the job I had just started, and leaving Benji, the guy who had made it all worth staying for.