by Kevin Sean
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of fucking Ben Carpenter.
We’ve just finished up in the shower—our fifth time in the last 12 hours. Ben drops the shampoo bottle and bends over. I can’t help but give his ass a playful squeeze.
“I set myself up for that one, didn’t I?” Ben says, grinning when he stands up straight. God, he’s so adorable. I was inside of him all of sixty seconds ago and I’m already aching to feel his tight hole wrapped around me again.
After we’ve washed off all traces of our latest steamy moment together and patted one another dry, I toss Ben a Burberry t-shirt and some Paco Rabanne jeans.
“You don’t have any normal clothes?” Ben asks, incredulous.
“These are normal clothes. That’s a t-shirt. Those are jeans. Those sound like the most normal clothes one can wear, if you ask me—unless I’m wildly out of the loop in my ivory skyscraper and jeans and t-shirts are now considered some exotic, extravagant rarity.”
“No, it’s not that. T-shirts and jeans are still the epitome of normal clothes… but not when they cost an arm and a leg and you pulled them off of a designer’s rack. The price of a normal pair of jeans is in the double digits. A normal t-shirt comes from a thrift store, not the Prada retailer on Rodeo Drive.”
“Well, I didn’t pull them off any designer’s racks, Katarzyna did all of that…” I say, attempting feebly to defend myself.
“You’re not helping your case!” Ben laughs and swats at me.
“Okay, okay, I see your point. Once this storm lifts, I promise our first order of business will be a date night together in the city, and shopping at a downright decrepit thrift store will be the most important item on our agenda,” I respond.
Ben’s face is beaming extra bright after I toss out this possibility. I’m sure he’s smiling so widely because of my choice of words: date night. How adorable, how Ben, to love my suggestion that we go buy some cheap used t-shirts.
Normally I’d find it ridiculous to claim that buying T-shirts with another guy could be remotely romantic. But I’ll admit, the idea of going on a date with Ben—a normal night out with dinner and a movie—causes my chest to feel a little tighter and sends a rush of something a lot like… delight? throughout my body.
“That sounds amazing,” Ben purrs as he wraps one arm behind my back and slides the other around to squeeze my ass.
Because we’re toeing the line with sex addiction, within a matter of minutes Ben and I find ourselves with both of our pants down and his cock in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Ben moans, holding on to a vintage pinball machine for support. “I’m close already.”
I pull my mouth off of him long enough to say, “cum in my mouth, please.” Ben nods and throws his head back in pleasure while entangling his fingers deeper into my hair. I can feel his cock swelling with the final throes of pleasure. He’s about to burst. I take him even deeper in my throat and wrap my lips around his shaft extra tightly.
He’s about to burst.
Ben thrusts deep into my throat once, twice, and then… fireworks. Hot streams of cum fill my mouth. “Fuuuuck,” Ben moans while I slurp up all the aftermath.
I get up off of my knees while Ben catches his breath. “You were… incredible. Thank you,” he says, panting but beaming.
“No problem,” I grin slyly. “I was hungry.” I’m joking, but I really am starving.
“Honestly, so am I, after that.” Logan laughs back, licking his lips as our eyes lock and linger in admiration.
These pangs of hunger and the promise of Katarzyna’s cooking awaiting us downstairs are the only forces strong enough to pull us from the sexual cyclone we’re unleashing upon one another.
I’m too blissed out on blowing Ben to be very present during our walk to the kitchen. We stop multiple times on our way down to make out and feel up under each other’s shirts before continuing.
When we arrive, Katarzyna is waiting with trays full of traditional Polish breakfast food. She looks us up and down.
“Mr. Ben! You’re so sweaty today. Did you do a heavy workout?”
“Umm… you could say that,” he says sheepishly.
Katarzyna turns to me and winks. “You’re both glowing!” She serves us food and then stops dead in her tracks. “Oh! Mr. Logan! I just remembered—Sue called from the office and said you missed something important. I’d call her sooner rather than later.” She picks up the phone in the kitchen and dials a number, then passes the handset to me.
As I take the phone, I remember what it is I’ve missed. I was supposed to lead a conference call with my company’s investors discussing our projections for the next quarter. I dropped the ball big time.
And for first time in my entire life, I don’t care about missing work. Somehow I’m more relieved than I am anxious.
I press my ear to the phone while Sue gives me an update on how things are going at LexTech. I should be more upset or uncomfortable with the fact that I’m out of the loop with the office—I’m always so on top of things at work that I’ve never needed any kind of real updates on work before. I take it upon myself to be informed of the progress and productivity of virtually every department at all times.
My awareness of my employees has been slightly reduced during the last couple of days of Ben’s visit, seeing as I’ve… had my hands very full. We’ve filled a lot of things. Balls deep.
“Hello Mr. Lexington. Don’t worry, there have been no new Photogram leaks or anything of that sort. The engineering department just wanted to talk to you about a recent positive development…” I hear the static and shuffle of Sue handing the phone to someone else.
Now a fresh voice comes through on the line: Edison, one of my engineers in charge of software development. “Hey boss! I just wanted to update you on the specifics of our latest algorithm! We optimized recommendations of potential matches based on scientifically tested combinations of music and movie and food tastes and eighteen types of personality test…” It’s unprofessional of me, but I can’t help zoning out.
While Edison continues gushing about this new breakthrough, I sneak a glance in Ben’s direction. I’m enraptured by Ben dancing to whatever music he’s blaring in a set of noise canceling headphones. It’s a much different sight than when I was sucking him off: he seems so much sweeter now, shimmying and miming the mambo. He’s always gorgeous but especially like this: free, candid, so at peace.
I assumed that the entire business would collapse without me. But here I am, enjoying my life outside of work, and no genuine crisis has occurred. In fact, it sounds like they’re doing better than usual. I’m satisfied with this update and what appears to be a much-needed boost in morale.
“Thanks so much for the update and all of your hard work,” I say before hanging up and setting my sights back on Ben. He hears me end the call and perks up, smiling in my direction. He’s so fucking adorable, I can’t deal.
“All good on the home front?” Ben asks.
“Actually, they called with terrible news,” I say. “I’m going to need your help.”
His smile fades away. “Is everyone okay? Do you have to leave? How could I possibly help?”
“My research team just told me that to better understand this app we’re developing, they need me to have intimate physical contact with a sexy man… do you think you can be of any help?”
Ben’s look of worry changes to one of delight in an instant, warming my heart with equal speed.
“I should think so!” He exclaims. “It took all my self restraint not to blow you for the five minutes you were on the phone!”
“I wish you had,” I reply, shaking with laughter.
“Well, better late than never…” says Ben, who has already dropped to his knees and started pulling down my pants. I moan in agreement as he takes my cock into his mouth and starts bobbing up and down, using one hand to play with my shaft as he licks it from top to bottom and top again with his slobbery tongue. Ben is a master of blowjobs, and I lose myself in the ecstasy
which follows.
After some minutes of unbounded pleasure courtesy of Ben’s tongue and throat, he comes up for air. “I can’t get enough of your cock. I want you to fuck me again. Now,” he pleads.
“I’m very sorry, but I won’t be able to fuck you again right now because…” I get up and pretend to look for my phone and let the sentence linger, unfinished.
A quick flash of sadness flickers in Ben’s eyes. “It’s okay, I understand.”
My heart twists in on itself. But before it has the time, Ben brushes whatever emotions he’s feeling under the rug and paints his face over with a fresh, cheery smile. Seeing him try to make me happy without saying a word breaks my heart and puts it back together.
“It’s okay Logan, you can go to whatever work meeting you’re missing to be with me,” he says, more soft-spoken than ever before. “I’ll be fine.” These last three words have a little more punch, as though he’s trying to convince the both of us he couldn’t care less whether I stay or go.
But we both know that’s not the case. Ben is so damn sweet, so kind, so eager to please. But right there alongside his gentle demeanor is a nervousness.
I wonder what’s going on under the surface there. Maybe he’s been hurt before. Maybe he’s just innocent. I’m closer to Ben than I ever have been to anyone I’ve fucked in the last decade, but that’s not saying much at all. I don’t want to make him get into a conversation about deep shit if he just wants something quick, something fun.
Your job here is to fuck him so well that it helps him paint again, remember, Lexington? Whether he’s a brokenhearted hopeless romantic or a heartless whore doesn’t change the fact that when these storm clouds part, Ben will leave too… so I need to just savor and live in the moment.
But there’s no denying the fact he’s beautiful. And that I want to touch him. Everywhere. I want to experience all of Ben. That’s why I think it’s time to switch things up a little.
“The reason I won’t be able to fuck you is…” I continue, letting each word linger. It’s almost cruel to play with Ben like this, to watch him ache with disappointment for another split second, but I know he’ll thank me in about one minute’s time. I run my finger down Ben’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before twirling my digit gently and playfully over his happy trail. “Because I need you to fuck me.”
Ben blinks. “Wha- seriously? Are you sure you can take it?”
I’m not, but I don’t care. I want him inside me too much to worry about how tight I am. “I’m positive,” I say. Then I grab Ben’s hand and start sucking on his finger, getting it nice and wet before I pull it around, slide the hand under my pants, and lead him to my eager hole. He immediately gets my drift and starts teasing me and playing with it, loosening me up.
“You’re tight,” he whispers. “But I can help with that.” These words make my entire body feel lighter, like I’m floating yet on fire. The urge to feel him inside of me grows stronger yet. Ben keeps fingering me until I can handle two, then three fingers. When he’s deemed I’m ready for the real deal, he pushes me down on the bed. We both tear off our clothes in a mad dash, each desperate to feel the other’s naked form pressed against our bare skin.
Ben’s suave hands guide me in to a position where I’m on all fours with my ass up in the air, as if we’re about to fuck doggy style. I can’t even imagine how good it will feel when he slides inside. The anticipation is killing me.
“Time to loosen you up,” I hear Ben say from behind me. I brace myself to feel the pressure of a cock entering me, but I’m pleasantly surprised by the sensation of his tongue flicking against my tight opening instead. He rims me masterfully—each lick goes just deep enough into me to make me moan with pleasure yet leave me needing more, much more.
“Okay, it’s time,” Ben whispers. He must sense that I can’t go without him inside me any longer.
Ben starts slow by pushing in just the tip. The second I feel him inside me, I start to moan with animalistic pleasure. He stays this deep for a moment so I can get used to the feeling, then he slowly pushes another inch in, then another, then another. Now he’s sliding in and out, in and out, sending jolts of ecstasy and electricity through my whole body as his entire shaft is swallowed by my eager hole. He’s nearly balls deep inside me now.
I’m surprised by how instantly I love the sensation of being fucked—it’s a whole new way of experiencing Ben. I’m tight, yes, but I can still enjoy this fresh experience. Ben isn’t being rough: he’s fucking me passionately, but he’s being delicate. I can tell he’s afraid of hurting me. But I need him to go even deeper, harder…
“You don’t have to go so easy on me. We’ve got lots of time for making love… but right now I want you to fuck me,” I say, barely able to get the words out because I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure.
“As long as you promise me it’s what you want,” Ben murmurs. “I’ll do anything for you. I’ll do anything at all to make you feel good.”
“I don’t just want you. I… need… you…” I manage to say through overwhelming lustful desperation.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Ben whispers. Then he slams into me with a forceful thrust, sending his cock balls deep inside of my hole. It’s an amazing rush, the sensation of being filled up by him and taking him whole. I grind and push back against him, trying to tighten myself around his shaft and heighten his pleasure.
Clearly he likes what I’m doing, because he’s holding on to me with a death grip and moaning with pleasure. “Holy fuck, Logan.”
After letting me take control for a little while, Ben grips me on each side and flips me so I’m now laying on my back. We’re making eye contact, with my legs slung over his shoulders. It’s incredible to look up and into his eyes while he fucks the hell out of me.
“You feel so good inside of me,” I moan.
“I wish I could stay in here forever,” Ben whispers back, punctuating each word with a thrust that sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. He leans in to kiss me and slows his pace while we lock lips. This becomes a cycle of endless ecstasy, alternating back and forth between hardcore fucking and sweet lovemaking.
I’m too desperate to feel Ben erupt to wait any longer.
“Cum on me. Please,” I insist, wrapping my hand around Ben’s arm. He grins and then increases the pace of his fucking. His cock is flying in and out of me faster and faster, opening my hole up and expanding my mind.
“Of course,” Ben pants, and then slams into me with the most intense pounding he’s given so far. He slides out of me and then slaps his rock-hard cock against my ass. After he’s spanked me he pulls off the condom and starts stroking himself. He wraps his other hand around my shaft. I return the favor, and soon we both have a cock in each hand.
“I’m cumming,” I whisper.
“Me too,” he moans back to me.
And just like that, we explode together, drenching one another and finishing the session on a delightful note. We collapse on to the bed together, so entangled in one another’s limbs that it’s as if we’re one united entity.
I wish I could stay and bask in the afterglow, but I’ve already been so lazy all day. It seems hilarious to me now that Ben and I agreed that we’d start fucking again to increase our work productivity… and yet our trysts have done the exact opposite.
My thoughts are no longer an endless cycle of shareholder meetings, stock prices, and software development. Now it’s all Ben, nearly all the time.
“I’m going to go work… but only for a couple of minutes, okay? I’ll try to be back as soon as possible. In the meantime, you rest up, beautiful,” I murmur, running my fingers through Ben’s hair and cupping his sleepy face in my hands.
“See you later,” Ben grunts back, already half asleep. I leave him to rest while I clean up and make my way to the home office.
After I arrive, it’s hard for me to get into the groove and be productive. I should be reviewing files and typing reports up for LexTech, but I just
can’t stay focused. That’s never been an issue before. Suddenly, my work feels unexciting.
It used to be that when I woke up I was already thinking about business, but now that mental headspace is occupied by Ben Carpenter. And he’s way too cute to bother charging rent for staying there. It’s a very welcome intrusion.
I check my emails and messages and see that I have less to do than I’d expected. The only thing left for me to do is deal with a missed call from my cousin Liam. He’s a journalist in New York City and was promoted to an editor’s position at WIRES, one of the most renowned publications in the tech industry. He was meant to come out to San Francisco this week to write a piece on LexTech, but we’ll have to reschedule.
I’m disappointed—Liam is an exceptional writer, and I was looking forward to reading what he’d have to say about LexTech and ConnectMeet. Just because Liam is my cousin doesn’t mean this will be some puff piece with softball questions. Knowing Liam and his dedication to being professional and proving himself as a journalist, I’d put my money on him being extra tough on me during the interview.
I call him back so we can say a quick hello and touch base on the postponed article. Liam answers and turns on his video. I don’t think he realizes I can see him, because he’s looking away from the phone and talking to someone off-camera.
“I’d love to babe, but let me take this call first. It’s Logan!” Ty, Liam’s husband, comes into frame and the two kiss. And then kiss again. And then keep kissing until…
“Ahem,” I cough, interrupting the lovebirds.
“Oh, shit, sorry!” Liam exclaims. “I didn’t realize I’d already answered your call. Wait, am I on camera?” He taps furiously at his screen while I die of laughter.
“Focus on work instead of fucking for once why don’t you, Li,” I tease.
“Not all of us can be workaholics with frozen hearts, Logan,” he jokes. “Unless you’ve admitted defeat and can concede that relationships aren’t as useless and inconvenient as you’ve always claimed.”
I almost tell Liam the truth, that I’m changing my mind about commitment and love. But as I open my mouth to say that, I worry that doing so might jinx whatever this thing between me and Ben is. Instead, I change the topic of conversation completely.