Chapter 20 #2
I obey. I slowly make my way towards him. I fall to my knees beneath him. I place my hands at his waist, cupping his left and right sides. I lock my fingers into his waist band. When Ben lets out a contentment-filled exhale, I shimmy the black boxers down his hairy, toned legs.
I look up at it, unable to look anywhere else.
I admire its length, its girth, the two balls that hang like perfectly ripe avocados, and the beautiful bush of messy hair that surrounds it.
A vein meanders happily down its side and stops at the pink tip.
Without thinking, I take it in my mouth.
Ben grunts as soon as my lips touch it. As I continue to taste him, his groans grow louder, wilder, and his legs shake.
After a few minutes, my knees leave the carpet.
Ben’s fingers gently trace my body, starting at the base of my stomach and ending at my lips.
He kisses me again, a gentle peck to start with, followed by a rough insertion of his tongue.
Our teeth almost clash. Standing, we press our naked bodies together again, a sword fight occurring at our groins.
Between kisses at my neck, Ben’s in awe. “Wow. Oh my God.”
Ben lifts me from the ground. I wrap my legs around his back and my arms around his shoulders. I lay tender kisses on Ben while he keeps me suspended in the air. My hunger for him is insatiable.
Ben walks us over to the bed and delicately lays me down, like a fireman saving a victim from a fire.
My head falls onto the pillow. I let out a little moan as Ben’s fingers start to trace my body once again.
Then, he investigates my body with his warm mouth, leaving lines of saliva in his wake. He marks every spot of my body as his.
Rubbing my stomach, he whispers, “God, Nick. You’re so fit.”
I giggle awkwardly and allow him to continue. He kisses the space between my belly button and ribs. My lust for him mounts with every pump of my heart.
Ben tastes me just like I tasted him. My heart jumps.
I let out a rapid exhalation of air when his lips first touch me.
As he continues, my breaths come harder and faster.
I’m wriggling around on the bed, squeezing Ben between my thighs.
He’s filling me with a feeling I never thought possible.
I grip the pillowcase with my fist and groan with pleasure.
“Fuck, Ben,” I moan.
He keeps going, moving his mouth faster.
I close my eyes. All I can think about is how much I want this, how much I want Ben Kehoe. Those very words slip out of my mouth. Ben stops what he’s doing. He looks up at me. Half of his face is hidden behind my manhood.
“I’ve wanted this too,” he breathes, coming up to kiss me again. Into my ear, he whispers, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I drag Ben’s mouth back to mine. As we passionately kiss, he grinds against me.
I itch for him to be inside of me. There’s nothing I want more.
Our legs are knotted in one another’s. His warm, soft body is heavy atop me.
Ben leans back after a beat, sitting up on his knees.
His body and mine are now drenched in saliva and sweat.
I behold him, my mouth agape thanks to my heavy breathing.
He returns my stare, winks, and then buries his head between my legs.
He tastes a whole new part of my body with his powerful tongue.
I exhale loudly again. I’m filling with fire. I thrash and I squirm.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask breathlessly.
Ben straightens. He nods to his wallet on the bedside table. “There’s one in there,” he says, wiping his lips.
I reach over to grab the wallet. I find the blue wrapper stashed between a fifty euro and twenty euro note.
“Rich man,” I joke, opening the condom.
“All for you,” he says back.
Ben reaches for my hand to retrieve the condom, but I stop him. I shake my head. “Let me do it.”
Ben leans back and waits for me to do what I’ve promised.
I open the wrapper, being extra careful so as to not tear what’s inside.
I place the tip of the condom on his penis and roll the rest of it out.
Once my fingers collide with Ben’s prickly bush, I come to a stop.
I take a quick look to make sure I have not torn any of the latex before lying back down where Ben originally placed me.
Sweat is dripping from Ben’s forehead. I arch my back, opening myself up to him. Ben walks himself between my legs; his hands grip the mattress just beneath my armpits. When the tip of his penis hits my butt cheek, I gasp.
“It’s not like a woman’s,” I warn him. “It’s much tighter.”
Peering down at me, Ben winks. “That’s what I’m hoping.” He edges closer.
“Be gentle,” I tell him.
“Always.”
Ben slowly continues, moving his crotch closer to my bottom. He holds my legs up, excitement spreading from where his fingers press my skin.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks before he puts it in.
“I’m sure.” I exhale. I drag him closer to me. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”
Ben slowly slides into me. It stings, and I wince. Ben pulls back, but I grab him, pulling him back into me. Slowly, Ben slips further inside. The sting is incredible; my breath hitches.
“Yes,” Ben sings, throwing his head back in euphoria.
When all of him enters me, a dizzy tingle fills my body. Ben drops my legs and crawls over me. He plants a long, sucking kiss at my neck. He continues to thrust, both of us groaning and breathing heavily. His breath is warm and weighty against my neck.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Ben repeats.
With my head bouncing against the headboard, I mumble back, “I’ve wanted this too.”
Ben pushes deeper into me; it takes my breath away. He comes to my ear. His moist breath permeates through my eardrum. “Oh fuck, Nick,” he moans as he thrusts.
My being fills with something I cannot describe. Ben pulls out of me and falls onto his back. Impulsively, I hop on top of him, putting him gently back inside me. I secure my legs around his thighs.
“Oh, God,” I moan as Ben’s hand strokes me up and down.
An all-encompassing, ecstasy-filled feeling travels throughout me. I clutch my pec as I brace for what is about to happen. A flood of pleasure shoots out of me, covering Ben’s hairy chest.
Ben smiles and places both of his hands on my shoulders.
Sweat spills down his red face as he pumps me harder, and then harder again.
His breathing quickens. He almost howls.
Just as he is about to finish, his face scrunches up, tightening every muscle.
The veins in his neck become exposed. As he finishes, a lion-like roar escapes from him.
He throbs inside of me as he fills the condom.
Once we’re done, he gently slaps my butt cheek.
He’s breathless, panting for air; so am I.
I slowly move upwards, cherishing the feeling of Ben inside of me for as long as I can.
Ben extends his arm, welcoming me beside him.
I accede to his offer. I collapse into him, nestling myself against his torso.
My head rests on his shoulder, my leg is draped over his thighs, and I’m stroking his hairy chest with my hand.
His hair is damp with sweat and traces of me, and so is the rest of his body.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Ben’s sparkling eyes are slightly watery. “Thank you too, Nick,” he replies, voice raspy. “Thank you.”
Ben holds me. I slither further into him, desperate to get as close as I can.
“You comfortable there?” he asks, kissing my head.
“Couldn’t be better.”
“Hey,” Ben begins.
His sudden serious tone forces me to detach from him. I sit up, and Ben mirrors my actions. Now both of us are sitting against his headboard.
“I really meant it when I said I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says.
“I did too,” I tell him. “Ever since you kissed me in the elevator.”
Ben moves his gaze away from my body to meet my eyes. He smiles. “Since before then.”
“The party?” I ask him.
Ben inches forward, moving his head close to my ear. He fills my eardrum with his warm breath, tickles my earlobe with his pointed tongue. “Even before that. All the way through college, I wanted you, Nick.”
That night, I fall asleep in Ben’s arms. We agreed to take it slow; I’m aware of this fact.
Still, there are so many things that I don’t know: is Ben queer?
Is he a ‘straight’ guy? Will he disappear again after what we’ve just done?
Nonetheless, I do know one thing for sure: Ben Kehoe is everything I want.