27. Benji #2
He hauled the mattress off the wall and let it flop onto the laminate, a loud thudd echoing through the empty room. He shook out the sheet, and a small, very familiar black pack of condoms and a clear bottle of lube fell out. I had to look twice.
“Did you hide them in there?”
“I figured we might need it.” He spread the sheet over the mattress, tossed the condoms and lube beside it, and climbed onto it, wiggling his ass with a mischievous grin.
“How horny can you be?” I said, stripping my shirt as I jumped after him.
I threw myself onto the mattress and opened my belt.
Sam shrugged out of his shirt and shorts and climbed on top of me, his mouth searching mine.
Skin to skin, we didn’t even question whether this was the right time—and I loved that.
His tongue slid over my neck and nipples, while his hands searched lower. He cupped my bulge, tore down my boxers, wrapped his fingers around my shaft, and stroked a few times, then slid his palm down further to weigh my balls and skim my crack, definitely not wasting any time.
He looked up, noticing me watching him, and wrinkled his nose. “Am I too fast?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I said, rocking back and spreading my legs. “It’s not like we have forever.”
Since the first time he fucked me, we’d traded who was on top depending on our mood, and to my own surprise, I had come to love both positions equally. I actually grew to enjoy that sting when he entered me so much that he fucked me more often these days than the other way around.
Not that Sam seemed to mind. Whenever I spread my legs, he grinned widely, and his dick pointed up, ready to invade my ass. Today was no exception.
He leaned down, bringing his mouth to my dick, licking over it once, before he already spread my cheeks and, without hesitation, buried his tongue between them, licking my hole like he’d been starving to do it.
His tongue drew all my focus to it. His licks, rushed as they were, felt somehow even more intense, maybe thanks to the little time that we had. He hummed as if he were enjoying this meal much more than the overpriced hamburgers earlier.
“Are you getting ready for phase two?” he asked, a little out of breath.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he echoed, leaning down to grab the lube.
The cap popped open with a soft plop . I resettled my head, using my pants as a pillow, when the cold sensation of Sam’s fingers rubbing lube everywhere hit me.
He worked fast, not wasting a second, until his index finger was already pressing against my hole.
I lifted my hips half an inch. Understanding this as the invitation that it was, he pushed inside.
A moan escaped my mouth. He sank into me to the nuckle and started to move, steady and sure.
The feeling of him inside me was as amazing as the first time he did it.
Though one finger wasn’t enough today. Two probably wouldn’t either.
I wanted the whole thing. Maybe it would hurt if I wasn’t fully stretched, maybe it wouldn’t.
I didn’t care. All I cared about was being as close to him as possible.
I reached for the little black box, tore it open, and fumbled a condom out.
“Ready for phase three?” Sam asked, withdrawing his finger. “I certainly am.” He leaned over me, bracing his right palm against my chest, and took the condom.
He smirked as he ripped the foil open. His dick stood up, raised to the occasion like it couldn’t wait to finally get in on the action.
He rolled the condom on and squeezed a line of lube along his shaft, narrowing his eyes as if this was a recipe and he was eyeballing the measure.
His head tilted left and right as he stopped pouring and smoothed the lube down with his palm.
His eyes flicked to me, his tongue sticking out. “Get ready.”
“I’m so ready.” I lifted my legs, and Sam caught my left calf, pushing it up.
He aimed his dick at my hole and, without waiting, pushed inside.
I gasped as that pleasurable little sting ran through my body.
He paused shortly with just the tip inside, but then, as I didn’t say stop, he kept pushing further in.
He pried me open, filling me, every inch he worked in deepening the sensation.
When he reached the end, he paused, moaning.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Don’t hold anything back,” I told him.
And he didn’t. He started moving immediately, in and out, fucking me like I’d been stretched for hours. I gasped at the first flare of pain and liked it far too much. After a minute of steady thrusts, it subsided, leaving nothing but pleasure.
My hands skimmed his chest, feeling all the muscles working to make me feel this good.
I reached down, grabbed my dick, and stroked.
I wished we could’ve drawn it out, but we really didn’t have much time; the quicker we finished, the more likely we had a second round in the evening with our roles reversed—which I honestly looked forward to, too.
Whenever I was inside him, he let out little cries of pleasure that made me forget everything.
Just thinking about them pushed me close to the edge, now.
Sam kept moving—faster now—his eyes closed, clearly getting there, too.
“Benji,” he whispered.
“Give it to me,” I whispered back, pulling him into a kiss.
He thrust three more times before he moaned heavily and pressed his mouth to mine, right as his dick pulsed and flooded me with his load.
He kept moving but slowed, each following thrust accompanied by another pulse.
I stroked myself, closing my eyes to focus entirely on the feeling of him coming inside me as we kissed, and five seconds later, everything drew tight, and I shot my load onto my belly.
“Yeah,” Sam moaned, gripping my leg, slowing his hips. He watched me cum until I had released the last drop. When I stopped stroking, he stopped, too. He dropped onto my chest, not caring about how messy I was.
“Guess we get to see if the shower works now,” he chuckled.
We looked at each other, leaning in for one last kiss—when my phone started ringing, somewhere in my pants.
We both glanced down, and for a split second, I considered answering while he was still inside me.
Not that I could’ve because it was too far away, but the thought thrilled me more than it probably should have.
Once we cleaned ourselves up, I hunted for my phone, still naked, and gasped at the caller ID. Without thinking, I called back.
“You’ve reached Evergrove Nursery,” a friendly female voice greeted me. “How may I help you?”
“Hi,” I said, my heart thumping. “This is Benji Putnam. You just called me a minute ago?”
“Oh, yeah,” the voice on the other end replied. “Hi, Benji. This is Emily from the interview the other day?”
“Apologies, Emily. I missed your call by a second.”
“Oh, no worries.”
Sam poked his head out of the bathroom, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out why I had put on my corporate voice.
“I’m calling because we’ve finished reviewing all our applications,” Emily said, “and after your last interview, we think you’re a perfect match.
We would love to invite you for a trial workday.
This is the final step in the application process, where we show you the ropes so you and your direct supervisors can determine if it’s a match made in heaven.
If that’s the case, we would start the onboarding process right away. How does that sound to you?”
“Awesome, that sounds totally awesome.”
“Perfect. Would you be free to come in tomorrow? Say, at nine in the morning?”
“Yes, I can arrange that.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up at the staff entrance then and introduce you to Mr. Graham. See you tomorrow, Benji.”
She hung up, and for a second I stood there, the phone still warm in my hand.
I couldn’t believe it. I had hoped, told myself so often that everything would fall into place, and now.
.. it actually did. The job had sorted itself out (because I’d definitely be giving it my everything tomorrow, so they’d have no chance but to hire me), the apartment already felt like ours, and Sam.
.. he was the thing that made the rest make sense.
He stepped out of the bathroom, still naked, just like me, his eyes piercing through me, waiting for an explanation about the conversation I had just made him overhear.
“Looks like I don’t have to drive to Red Creek tomorrow after all,” I said, my voice a lot steadier than my hands.
Not needing any more words from me, he gifted me one of his brightest grins and threw his arms around me. “I told you, they would love you.”
“You did.” I pulled him in closer, enjoying the warmth he offered. “Thanks for believing in me. For everything.”
“I could say the same.” He leaned back, just enough to see my face, but kept our hips locked, like the rest of him refused to let me go. “How about some celebratory sex?”
“Again already?”
“Why else would you have answered that call naked?”
I snorted, leaning in for a kiss, but paused right before our lips would meet.
There was still a lot we had to do today: bring back the trailer, set up the bed, unpack our boxes, and call our parents to share the good news.
Yet I was ready to put everything aside to fulfill his wish, even though I knew he was just joking.
“You know what?” I said, ready to toss a joke back at him—only that I didn’t.
I looked at him, and for a short moment, I saw so much more than his cute little smile: the couch we didn’t own yet, surrounded by the thousand plants that I wanted to grow; the mornings we’d wake up together in our new bed; Sam sitting on my lap, studying for exams, while I breathed him in and needed nothing else to be happy.
“What?” He asked, slightly tilting his head.
“Nothing. I just thought about how freaking much I love you. That’s all.”