Chapter 18
ANSON
Iknew where I was immediately. Warm and safe, with Benji’s weight on me as he lay draped over half of my body. We were both still naked and had made our way under the covers after getting ready for bed the night before.
But that was only after having been in Benji’s bed for some time.
It all flooded back to me, in that way my brain had of retaining detailed information.
From fumbling to undress, to finding our way to the mattress, to watching him lube first himself and then me up so that he could ride me.
The overwhelming sensation of it, holding his slim hips, feeling him bounce up and down, his dick swinging, his inner walls clenching and releasing.
Watching him watch me, knowing he was seeking my enjoyment as much as I was his.
Then, just lying there talking, at first about dildos, of all things, but then of our time in Gladewood and at MIT.
I told him about taking classes as a young teenager at Hampstead University, and how it was the first time and place where I really felt like part of the group, and about meeting Beck when I moved from Gladewood to Hampstead Valley.
He shared some memories of his mom, and about how proud he was of the sacrifices his father had made to raise him as a single parent. I shared more stories of young Ben and Ashley.
We geeked out on nerd culture and music and argued over the best pizza in the city. We talked about our romantic and sexual pasts, which were shockingly similar, both of us putting off thoughts of a real relationship, deciding we were much too busy with our work and studies for anything real.
Benji had lifted his head from my chest to look into my eyes. “I think we were wrong about that, don’t you?”
Hesitantly, I broached the subject of monogamy.
I’d been with more than one man who’d shared that they were in an open relationship.
It wasn’t what I wanted, but I thought maybe I could compromise if that was something Benji felt he needed.
I worried it was a generational thing, as younger people seemed much more open about relationships, from who they were with, to how many people were involved, and as to how they worked. I was a bit more traditional.
His chin rested on his hands, pressed over my heart, as I asked. Could he feel it beating faster?
He was equally hesitant as he said, “I think I may be a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to monogamy.” After hearing him use the exact same word I’d been thinking, I barely let him get the rest of his sentence out before I kissed him again.
We’d rolled around on his bed some more until he took us both in hand. Lining his velvet shaft against my more textured one, he began tugging and pulling until we were both grunting again, entangled in each other so much that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
“Would you really come to my graduation?”
It appeared Benji may have asked a question. I was trying to keep up, but with my body engulfed in flames, and his long fingers stroking more precum than I had ever produced before, possibly cumulatively, it was hard to focus on the words coming out of his mouth.
“So hard,” I replied. “Yet so silky.”
“Yeah? You like this, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“Oh! I want to.” It seems like Benji should have realized that with how I was thrusting and grunting like an animal. Had I had half a brain cell left, I would have realized how much control I had given up to him, and how much I liked it. I would also have understood what Benji was really asking.
“Come!” I blurted. “To graduation.” He nodded, right before letting out a hiss, clear liquid spurting from his cock and over his tight grip.
I sat up a little taller, taking him with me. He didn’t stop his kinetic pace as he worked to jerk us both off, but I grasped both of his arms, drawing his focus to my face.
“So fucking blue,” he said, and I tilted my head. “Your eyes are so fucking blue that they’re unreal.”
I ignored the compliment, said in the heat of the moment.
Beck may have done a lot to make me the presentable head of a billion-dollar company and to not have me looking like a mad scientist all the time, but in my heart I still felt like Marty McFly’s quirky friend, concocting experiments in a dilapidated barn.
I kissed him quickly, maybe kissing the compliment away. “Benji, I only want to be with you. Always want to be with you. Sorry if that sounds stalker-y, or if it’s not what you want. But I most certainly want to be at graduation. I want to be everywhere with you.”
He leaned in to kiss me then, and that was all it took for him.
He dove for my lips and invaded my mouth with his tongue but was arching back moments later as hot cum spurted and coated our cocks, some landing on my stomach.
I was right behind him, my cock pulsing in his hand and contributing to the mess.
Then we’d showered and finally fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
Those recent memories all came flooding back to me, soundtracked by the blaring sound of an alarm from somewhere across the room.
Benji groaned in my ear, where he lay nestled. The alarm continued to scream, but underneath it, softer and subtler, I heard a more familiar sound. That of the ringtone I had assigned to Beck.
“Fuck.” Benji sat up quickly, glancing over me to the nightstand on my side. “Shit, where’s my phone? What time is it? I’ve got to get ready. Fuck!”
He hopped up, heading toward the solid-looking wooden desk opposite the bed with a matching headboard, wherein I had spent possibly the best night of my life.
Benji took two steps but turned back around and returned to me, bending to kiss me. “Good morning.” He smiled into it. “I’ve got to get ready for graduation.”
“Good morning.” I smiled back, but I was already talking to his back as he found his glasses, then bent down and came back up holding both his pants and my jeans. He fished out his phone and quieted the blaring alarm. A look at the time had him saying “fuck” again.
He draped his pants on the large office chair tucked into the impressive desk and wrapped his hands around my jeans.
“I think yours was ringing too.” His experiment proved successful as his hands closed around my phone, still in the pocket of my jeans.
He fished it out and handed it to me just as a ping informed me that Beck had sent a text.
A frantic Benji was at the door to his room, still naked, but he turned around again and climbed onto the bed, hovering over me.
Beck’s interruption forgotten, I reached up and took the kiss Benji offered, his weight falling on me.
I wrapped my hands around his back, crossing them to hold him as tightly as possible, but he quickly reached back and found one, interlocking our fingers and pushing up, releasing my embrace.
Then he shook his head no and raised his eyebrows as he smiled.
“Quickly,” he said before he managed to flip himself around and face that desk of his.
He leaned back to look at me, which had his cock brushing into mine where it stood at attention.
“Cuz I really do have to get going.” He winked at me and leaned forward, adjusting his position to take me fully and immediately into his mouth before pulling back and using his tongue to trace my veins.
I arched back with a moan as the wet, hot feel of him around me sent a fire running through me. But Benji hadn’t chosen that position for me to be lying back on his pillows and enjoying the show. I was to be an active participant, a fifty-fifty partner if you will.
“Equal,” I muttered.
When I opened my eyes, Benji was all business, pumping and sucking and bobbing up and down on my member. I’d gone from morning wood to rock hard.
I caressed the cheeks that were right in front of my face, fondling his balls, which were tight already, then tickling his long cock with one finger as I said, “Move back a little, sweetheart.”
He inched back ever so slightly but popped off to say, “Pull it back. I love the tug.” I laid back a little, and Benji adjusted himself over my cock once more, licking the moisture at my tip.
I did as he asked and pulled his arousal back to meet my lips, sucking him down as far as I could while pulling his dick back to meet me.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, though it came out more as one long moan; then Benji went right back to work, opening his throat and taking me so deep that I had to pull off to moan right back.
“Not gonna last,” I muttered, and that was all the encouragement he needed as he continued to glide up and down my cock, where it met the back of his throat each time. I tried to keep up, licking and sucking in a very hectic manner while I huffed and grunted and moaned through the sensations.
I pulled off and wet one finger, first in my mouth, then with Benji’s leaking cock, then I began playing with his hole while working his cock with my mouth as best I could.
Benji really did love it when I pulled his cock back, so I continued to suck him off, my finger teasing its way into his hole to give him even more pleasure.
Benji began to writhe, and eventually he pulled off my cock, turning around with a quick apology.
One look at his flushed face, and I was not sorry at all, my desperate arousal all but forgotten as he began jacking himself off over my chest.
I shook my head no as I slid down to meet him, my face in front of his leaking dick. “Mine,” I said.
“I can just …” he said, demonstrating by moving his hand over that smooth cock even faster.
I shook my head back and forth over the pillow. “Use me,” I assured him, and he didn’t hesitate then, leaning over and grasping the top of his intricately carved headboard, offering himself to me. I opened my mouth, locked my fingers on his hips, and encouraged him to move.
He looked down between his arms. “Yeah?” he questioned. I nodded around him, sucking him a few times for good measure before moving my hands, and his hips, back and forth.