Thirty Ben #2
Arya had given this a lot of thought, it seemed. The truth was, Ben did have a few anal toys, but he kept them hidden and never admitted to having them. Some guys would see them and think Ben was lying about being a side. They didn’t get that a (small) toy was different than full-on anal sex.
Ben almost lied. Almost said nothing in his butt ever, period, end of story.
But Arya had been vulnerable with him, so maybe he needed to reciprocate.
“Small toys don’t bother me,” he admitted. “No butt plugs, though.”
“One sec.”
Arya hopped up, grunted, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he came back, he was laden with a towel, two bottles of lube, what looked like a small open-ended stroker, and a little black hook-shaped number.
“Want to try? Just a little bit?” He knelt on the couch between Ben’s legs, face twitching in discomfort.
“What’s wrong?”
“Hand me a pillow?” Ben passed him one of the throw pillows. Arya tucked it under his knees and then held up the prostate massager. It was thinner than Ben’s index finger, hooked a bit, with two flared arms front and back. “I won’t be offended if you say no.”
Ben’s eyes flicked from the toy to Arya’s eager face, then back. He bit his lip and nodded. “I’ll give it a try.”
Arya set his supplies on the table and unfurled the towel. “Mind if I put this under you?”
Ben laughed and stood, taking the towel from Arya and draping it beneath himself. He sat back down, legs splayed wider to bracket Arya, arms resting on the back of the couch. Arya clicked open the first lube and slicked up the toy. He stroked it like a dick, for longer than seemed necessary.
“Just warming up the lube,” he explained.
“Ah.”
“Roll back a bit?”
Ben did, keenly aware of exposing his hole to Arya.
He didn’t give it much thought, usually, since it didn’t enter into his sex life often, but now he wondered how it looked.
He knew it was clean at least; his first purchase for his house had been the extremely fancy bidet his parents had paid for as a housewarming gift.
Slick warmth pressed against him, and he flinched, more out of surprise than anything. He took a breath and relaxed.
“Push out a little?” Arya asked.
“I know,” Ben huffed. He had done this before, with toys and with actual anal sex. That was more or less how he’d learned he didn’t like anal. Toys, on the other hand, were okay sometimes…
The prostate massager slid in, nestling itself comfortably in Ben’s channel. The head of it pressed against his button, a soft, steady caress; the little arms poked his taint and the base of his spine.
His dick lurched and spat out a glob of precum.
“Okay?” Arya asked.
Ben nodded. It was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He contracted his pelvic floor, felt the massager rock a bit on its own, pressing harder into his prostate. His dick belched out more precum, trailing down the side of his dickhead to soak the white fabric of his tank.
That… was kind of hot.
“I think I like it.”
“Tell me if you change your mind. Any time. It’s okay.”
Ben nodded. “Why two lubes?”
“Different viscosities,” Arya said. “Thicker one for the massager, thinner one for your dick.”
“You’re such a nerd.”
Arya chuckled and uncapped the stroker. “I told you, I’m a slut. A slutty nerd.”
The stroker was shorter than a soda can but a bit thicker, with a black plastic shell and a silver, squishy tube inside. Arya grabbed the second lube bottle and drizzled some over the end of the stroker. “Banana okay?”
“Hm?”
Arya held up the lube. It was flavored.
“Oh. Sure.” Ben wasn’t sure why Arya needed flavored lube for a stroker, but he was along for the ride now. The massager quivered against him again, sending a little shock of joy up his spine.
Arya smiled again, the sexy one, Ben’s favorite.
Ben spotted a growing circle of shiny precum in the front of Arya’s booty shorts, but Arya didn’t seem interested in touching his own cock.
He gave Ben a devilish smile and placed the end of the stroker over Ben’s cock head.
It skinned him back as it slid down, slick and cool, and Ben flinched a bit, inadvertently driving the massager in harder.
“Cold?”
“It’s fine.”
“I know how to warm you up.”
Arya nestled the stroker at the base of Ben’s cock, pulling Ben downward as he leaned in and opened his mouth.
Ben closed his eyes and sighed in anticipation, but then he sat up like a shot.
“Wait.”
“Hm?”
“We’ve never… I mean, we haven’t discussed condoms or status or anything.”
“Oh.” Arya sat back on his heels, which made his shorts tent prominently. “You’re right. I guess it hasn’t been a thing before now, huh?”
Ben nodded. “So…”
“So…” Arya gave Ben’s cock a languid stroke. The wet, squishy sound filled the apartment. “I’m negative, on PrEP, and I get tested once a month. Or used to, before. And, like I told you, I haven’t been with anyone but you since that night in Napa.”
Ben nodded. “I’m negative, too. Not on PrEP, because Justin and I were exclusive.” Ben chuckled. “Though I guess we both know how that turned out.”
“Fucking guy,” Arya muttered. “Okay. So. Condoms for oral? I have those in fun flavors, too.”
“I’m good without.”
“Oh thank god,” Arya sighed. “Because I really want to taste your dick.”
Fuck. Ben nodded assent. Arya leaned in, tongue out, and ran it up the underside of Ben’s cock, the part that wasn’t covered by the stroker.
Ben shivered at the contact. His dick was so fucking sensitive.
Arya sat back up. “I haven’t done this in a while.”
“What?”
“Sucked dick without a condom. Especially an intact one.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Of course not. You taste amazing. Just tell me if I hurt you.”
It was wild, seeing Arya so… tentative. Careful. All their other encounters, Arya had been… not aggressive, but assertive. He knew what he wanted, he knew what felt good. But this side of him, attentive, deliberate, focused on Ben’s pleasure…
It really did something for Ben.
“I will,” he said. “Now go back down on my cock.”
Arya’s nostrils flared and he leaned back in. He twisted the stroker a bit, but kept it at the base of Ben’s cock, squishing against his balls. Arya tickled Ben’s frenulum with his tongue, lapping up the leaking precum and banana lube. Ben purred at the contact.
“Mmmm, that’s good…”
Arya smiled up at him. That smile turned devilish as he pressed his lips against Ben’s tip, letting Ben squeeze his way into the hot, wet mouth beyond.
Arya twisted the stroker as he ran his tongue all around Ben’s head, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, then swiping it like a windshield wiper against Ben’s frenulum.
Ben’s breath hitched as he clenched up reflexively, making the massager press harder against his button.
Ben reached for Arya’s head, pressing his fingers against Arya’s mouth. Arya seemed to get what he wanted, because he opened wider, letting Ben’s fingers in just long enough to wet them. Ben withdrew his slicked fingers and slid them beneath his tank, seeking out his own nipples.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head roll back. His nipples were like two little lightning rods, funneling electricity from his chest straight down to his core.
He was feeling too much. He was feeling everything: nipples, cock, balls, taint, ass, prostate, everything was alive, everything was on fire. He felt a contraction start deep within. His dick flexed in Arya’s mouth.
“Arya—” he warned. Yeah, Arya said he was fine without a condom, but they hadn’t discussed Ben actually coming in his mouth.
But Arya popped off his dick with a loud suck that nearly pulled Ben up off the couch. He let off the stroker, too. The only thing touching Ben was himself, and that massager deep inside, fluttering against his prostate.
Ben’s breath came in gasps, teetering on the brink of orgasm, but slowly, slowly, the urge ebbed. His heart rate settled. He opened his eyes, found Arya kneeling there, smiling at him.
“Why did you stop?”
“I told you. It’s much more fun when I’m the one doing the edging.”
Arya’s fingers reached out to caress Ben’s tight balls, and he flinched at the contact. Every single thing Arya did seemed to make him squinch up, which made the massager rock against his button, which sent a wave of pleasure through his core.
Ben looked down at his own cock, the foreskin rolled back behind the angry red head, a river of precum turned cloudy by how close he’d been to coming, the veins popping out, shining with Arya’s spit and the lube, the stroker still resting against his base.
It turned him on so much he flexed his pelvic floor again, watched his cock kick and fling the precum onto his stomach.
“What if I just finished myself off?” Ben asked, reaching for himself.
Arya just raised an eyebrow. “You really want that?”
Ben hesitated.
Damn. He really didn’t.
He wanted to see just how much pleasure Arya could ply from his body, how many notes he could play across Ben’s pleasure centers, finding new chords none of Ben’s previous partners ever had.
Ben’s hand went back to his nipple instead. He flicked it with the side of his thumb and huffed. “Fine.”
“Good.” Arya’s fingers traced the outline of Ben’s balls again, and though it felt good, it wasn’t as shocking. “You’re calming down a bit.”
A bit was right. Ben was still aching hard, but he didn’t feel that pressure behind his taint like he was about to come.
He nodded.
Arya smiled and leaned down. He kissed Ben’s cockhead once, twice, trailed a few lingering kisses down the side, licked around where the stroker’s soft ring still gripped him.
He twisted it back and forth, stroking Ben up and down.
Ben flinched; the lube was drying out, and the tacky silicone dragged against his foreskin.
He opened his mouth to ask for more lube, but Arya had already noticed, clicking the bottle open and drizzling it over his cock like he was pouring chocolate over a sundae.