Benji and the Wireman

by Charlie Winters

It would be hard to last once I was inside of him, that I was sure.

  I opened his legs wide—as wide as they could go—until he was spread out into almost a full split, moving lower to take each of his balls into my mouth one at a time, caressing over each with the flat of my tongue.

  Ben moved onto his elbows then, looking down with a slow smile to watch me, taking in the full show with a low groan.

  “I’ve thought about this,” he said dreamily. “Looking down at that face between my legs. Sucking me off.”

  I took a long, languid lick up the length of his taint before stopping just beneath one of his perfect, tight balls. “Yeah?”

  His fingers gripped into the mattress on either side, clutching the sheets beneath. “Uh huh. That wicked mouth of yours tongue-fucking me until I came down your throat.” Ben thrust up an inch from the bed. “You want me to come down your throat, Jess?”

  Quickly flipping him over onto his stomach, I gave him a hard smack to one cheek, eliciting a loud squeal.

  “Not yet,” I breathed, slowly spreading his perfect ass cheeks to gaze at his flawless pink hole. “First, I want a taste.”

  Wasting no time, I worked my tongue over his rim slowly at first as I watched him clutch the pillow in front of him. He gasped a bit, carefully lifting up a few inches to make the angle a little easier. His ass was impeccably rounded—as if he spent hours doing squats—and that pucker was tight… strained and spit-slick, and waiting for me.

  “Oh my God!” he muffled into the pillow. “Ohfuckitssogood... oh… go slow… oh, God… wait… oh, God… ohhh!”

  As I worked faster, Ben moved more, pushing his ass back with more exuberance… moaning louder and louder until I thought I would pop.

  “Ben?” I panted, pulling back to catch my breath.

  “God, Jesse, will you put your cock in me already? I can’t take it. Condoms. Lube. Side drawer. Hurry.”

  I fumbled in the drawer, tugging out a long strip of condoms and ripping one off of the perforated pack. Carefully pulling one out and guiding it onto my dick was harder than I thought it would be, my hands shaking with effort as I floundered to get the cap open on the bottle of lube.

  “You got it?” Ben asked, turning around to check on my progress.

  “Yeah… yeah. Stop fucking looking at me,” I chided.

  “God, you’d think this was your first time,” he teased, the smile on his lips near blinding.

  “It is.” I leaned forward to take his lips in a slow kiss. “With you, it is.”

  “Okay, well, you might want to take it a little slow with that thing at first. I mean, I’m no first-timer, but I’ve not had anything like that before, so I might need a timeout here and there.”

  I kissed him again, slow and easy, before pushing him onto his back. “This okay?” I asked. “Like this?”

  Ben looked surprised, but gave me a short nod. “Yeah, if this is how you want it. You sure?”

  I settled between his legs, pushing them apart as far as they would go and slid a single finger inside of him. Ben arched all the way into it, his sweat-slicked hair falling into those closed eyes as he let out a low moan. He was so fucking sexy, I could barely take it. I couldn’t wait to be inside, but I had to make sure he was ready, adding a second digit and taking my time to slowly find his prostate and rub over that nub until he was squirming like that kid in the car again.

  “Get in me, Jesse… come on. Now!” Ben shouted, smacking his hands on the mattress repeatedly.

  That first push wasn’t slow—not even close—as I nearly bottomed out inside of his tight entrance. Ben’s eyes popped open wide, an “oh my God!” sent barreling from his throat.

  I stilled immediately, seeking out those blue eyes, and placed my hand on his cheek. “You okay? Sorry, I just—”

  “No,” he breathed out. “I’m okay. You just surprised me. It’s not like I didn’t expect it, but fuck…” Ben pressed his head back onto the pillow. “Like I said, it’s a hammer. Keep going though.” He nodded his approval. “I want it. I want you.”

  I was slower with the next few advances, careful not to put all of my weight into it. I had a good seventy-five pounds on Ben and he was right; I may not have been porn-big like he had claimed, but I was bigger than the average five-and-a-half inches by at least a couple—maybe two-and-a-half—and by the way Ben was biting his lip and squinting his eyes shut, this was no fucking party.

  “Ben?” I stopped again and stared down at my fidgety partner. “You alright down there?”

  “Mmmhmm,” he said through gritted teeth. “Maybe a little more lube, babe. Or maybe, I don’t know… go harder? I can’t tell. I need to break through a barrier.” He gestured his hands wildly as if punching through a wall. “Something. It’s kinda painful right now, but maybe I just need to loosen up. Maybe if you really just fuck the hell out of me, it’ll get easier.”

  “So, you want me to like… pound you,” I deadpanned.

  “Yeah,” he said with a grin. “Like really just…” He made the punching gesture again.

  “Um, alright. Maybe this isn’t the best position for that then.” I scratched my beard. “Flip over. I’ll get behind you again.”

  “Yes. Sure. Great.” He scrambled onto his knees and stuck his perfect ass out in invitation. “Okay. Really just go at it.”

  “Don’t make that punching gesture again, alright? It looks like you want me to fist you.”

  “If you fist me,” Ben said, peering at me over his shoulder, “you aren’t invited back here. Like ever.”

  I sniffed out a laugh and smacked his ass once before lining up and carefully sliding back inside. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

  My God, he was tight… almost too fucking tight. I started to pump hard per Ben’s instructions, feeling my balls constrict as Ben let out a loud wail. “Oh my God, oh my God!” he screamed.

  “Jesus, Ben, I don’t know if these sounds are good sounds or bad sounds,” I said, stilling once again. “You want me to pull out?”

  He reached back and pressed his hand to my hip. “Good sounds,” he panted. “Prostate.”

  “Oh. Well, alright.” I continued to drive into him as hard as he could take it, his body practically lifeless as he tried (and failed) to grasp at several objects to hold himself upright. His moans were indecent, the string of constant dirty words flowing from those lips keeping me on target, my dick swelling to the point where I knew at any moment I could go… go… go…

  “Jess,” Ben slurred. “I’m gonna fucking come. I… I can’t wait.”

  I reached around and milked him straight off, twisting his shaft until he nearly collapsed, his arms shaking as his hot seed filled my calloused fingers. And when he came, I knew it was over.

  Typically, I pulled out. Even with a condom, I always did. With Ben, I didn’t even have a second to think about it. One minute, he was coming in my hand and the next minute, I was pulsing inside of him, filling the condom until I thought it might break. I couldn’t remember coming so hard in my entire life—not even in puberty—but the way he shook in my arms… the way the hot skin of his back felt against my chest was indescribable. It was…

  “Amazing,” Ben said with a sigh, collapsing onto the mattress. “I can’t move.”

  When Ben dropped, he’d separated our bodies, immediately sending a shiver up my spine. I stared down at my spent dick, the condom near-to-bursting. I gave it a quick yank and headed toward his bathroom, dropping it into the trash and giving my hands a fast wash.

  I studied my face in the mirror wondering if I should take the time to use some of Ben’s fancy face wash to give it a quick once-over, but decided against it and instead just took a swig of the purple mouthwash and spit it into the sink before returning to the bedroom.

  Ben had his face in the pillow; his eyes closed softly, that gorgeous naked body on full display, snoring quietly. Rather than to wake him, I climbed in next to him and tugged the covers up around us, hoping that maybe I’d made w
hat could have been one of the worst days in Ben’s life just a little bit brighter.

  Amazing, he had said.

  My thoughts exactly.

  Fifteen.

  Ben

  I lay on my back and stared up at the popcorn ceiling. Yet another thing I had to take care of in this cesspool I’d dropped every penny into.

  Swallowing thickly, I thought about Oma. Usually, I’d be almost finishing my block and thinking about what I’d take her for a late breakfast. She loved sweets, though I knew her doctor wouldn’t have approved of the near-daily fritters I had started to deliver to her bedside. But fuck it, she was eighty-eight and it wasn’t like she was going to be signing up for any triathlons in the next year.

  I wouldn’t have to think about that now.

  I swallowed again and turned my head to gaze at a sleeping Jesse.

  It was almost ten. I wasn’t a late sleeper by any stretch of the imagination, usually waking by four-thirty to start my prep and grabbing a nap in the late afternoon to make up for my early hours. But on this day, I had nothing to wake up for.

  Nothing except—

  Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

  Again, the doorbell never rang unless it was the man currently sleeping (with his mouth open, by the way... eww) next to me, so I carefully climbed across his body to collect my shorts from the night before and quickly tugged them up my legs before making my way to the front room. I slid my glasses onto the bridge of my nose and tugged at the constantly-sticking front door.

  “Oh my God!” I gasped. “You’re here!”

  How had I completely spaced that they were coming? My parents stood on the other side of the doorway, both looking like they’d been dragged through the wetlands, their clothes sweat-soaked with drenched hair to match. I peered up at the sky just to make sure I hadn’t missed a storm during the middle of the fucking night.

  “What the hell happened to you two?” I asked, gesturing them inside.

  “Florida,” they both grumbled at the same time.

  “Oh,” I answered. “Well, come inside. I have a/c.”

  “Thank God,” my dad groaned, dropping their bags inside of the door. “Your mom wanted to rent a convertible, but it was cheaper to fly into Orlando then Melbourne, so it was an hour to drive. An hour… with a convertible.”

  “We could’ve pulled over, David.” She stared at him for a full thirty seconds. “I told you ten goddamned times. Let’s pull over. Put the top up. It’s too hot. You were the one who insisted on driving through.”

  “We were making good time!” he said, holding his phone up as if to show her.

  “Hi?” I interrupted, waving at both of them. “Welcome. Remember me?”

  “Hi, baby,” my mom finally said, dropping her purse onto the table and rushing to give me a tight squeeze, holding it a little longer than normal.

  “Oh my God,” I complained teasingly. “You are disgusting. It’s like hugging a damp sponge. And you smell like fear.”

  “Jesus,” she responded, pushing me in the chest before turning her attention back to my Dad. “David, go hug your son. His grandmother just died.”

  With those four words, everything got a little serious. My mom always used humor to circumvent any real topics of heartache, so those words came as a surprise. She’d done it my whole life… and I had learned from the master. Now, it was my turn to duck and run for cover.

  “Ew, no, Dad. Look at how sweaty you are.” I put my hands up and blew him an air kiss instead. I knew I would regret my actions later. I knew I would hate myself for keeping him at bay, but I was desperate to lighten the mood. “Hey, um… listen. Just letting you know. Jesse is here.” I sucked in a breath. “Yeeeah, so… this is happening.”

  My mom smiled and smacked my arm. “You dirty little bear.”

  “Don’t,” I warned. “And he’s sleeping, so he has no idea you’re here. I’ve got to go wake him up, so this might get real awkward like real quick.”

  My dad kneaded his hands together and looked around my living room. “Uh, you want us to come back? We can come back.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” my mom returned. “I just got here and it’s like two-hundred degrees out there.”

  “Eighty-six,” my dad groaned.

  “With ninety-two percent humidity,” my mom snapped back. “Ninety-two!”

  “Geez, Mom. Alright. You want a donut or something? Jess got us some donuts last night. There’s a rainbow one.” I nudged her shoulder. “No one can be mad while eating a rainbow donut, right?”

  She shrugged and nudged me back. “I guess. But he probably got it for you. I don’t want to take the only rainbow one. Maybe there’s like some chocolate or whatever.”

  “That’s the spirit.” I walked over to the counter and pulled the box open. There was like one cocksucking donut left, the rest in tiny pieces of complete disarray.

  Jesse!

  “Will you excuse me for a moment?” I asked, smiling at my parents. “I just need to… just one second.”

  They both nodded as I made my way back into the bedroom. Jesse lay on his stomach now, his mouth open—probably reeking of delicious rainbow frosting—and pressed against my pillow.

  “Hey,” I said, pressing my hand against his warm back. “Wake up.”

  He mumbled something inaudible and finally closed that gaping hole.

  “Hey,” I repeated, this time a little softer. I lowered my lips to his ear. “Hey, Jess. Just thought you might want to put some pants on. My parents… they’re here. Like in the other room.”

  “What?” he mumbled, lifting his head immediately. “What?”

  “Put on some pants,” I whispered again. “My mom and dad are here. And what the fuck happened to the donuts? Are you some sort of night-eater?”

  “I got really hungry,” he whispered back. “It was like three in the morning and I’m not really like a big fan of cold Chinese, so—”

  “Who doesn’t like cold Chinese? It’s better when it’s cold. I mean, everybody knows that!”

  “Are we really whisper-shouting at each other right now about cold Chinese food? I really think that the main fucking issue right now is that your parents are in the next room! Do they even know I’m here?” He ran a hand through his messy hair. “My bag is in my truck. I don’t have anything in here except the t-shirt and shorts that I wore last night!”

  “So put them on! I don’t care what you wear, but you can’t go out there like that!”

  “I don’t even have a toothbrush,” he grumbled. “It’s in the truck.”

  “Ohmifuckinggod, Jesse. Semantics. There are a few new ones under the counter from my goddamned dentist. Pink bag.”

  “They’re in a pink bag?” he asked.

  I walked away, not even bothering to give him an answer. He didn’t deserve one for all of the incessant shade he was tossing my way. And Jesus God, if he didn’t look ridiculously hot in the morning.

  Normally, I would have straddled him at that point, but we had guests and I had to be presentable. I tugged on a t-shirt of my own and started to make my way back out to the kitchen, but not before Jesse wrapped me up into a quick, hot kiss and hurled a smack to my ass.

  God, I loved it when he did that. What did that say about me?

  “Okay,” I said, closing the bedroom door behind me. “Where were we?”

  “You were offering me a donut,” my mom said. “But I checked the box. There aren’t any. There’s like a scrap of a coconut one, but—”

  “Yeah, so, maybe we can go to breakfast instead. Um, Jesse was talking the other day about taking me to this place where you can make your own pancakes, like, at the table or whatever.”

  “I like pancakes,” my dad said, just as Jesse entered the room.

  He was scratching his beard, an uncomfortable smile grazing those full lips. “Uh, hi,” he said.

  I wanted to shout “I love you!” but instead, I settled with, “Hi. Um, Mom? Dad? This is Jesse Solomon. Jess, these are my parents,
David and Bridgette Watts.”

  “Wow,” my mom said softly. “You weren’t fucking kidding, kid.”

  “Right?” I nearly squealed and gave her a wide grin, fighting the urge to smack her palm in a high-five.

  My dad shook his hand with a firm grip and said, “It’s a pleasure.”

  “Same,” he returned.

  “Nice to meet you, Jesse,” my mom said louder this time, extending her hand. “Sorry I look like I just went on a log ride, but, you know… Florida.”

  He nodded at her and smiled. “Sure.” He paused and looked up at her again thoughtfully. “I’m really sorry that we have to meet for the first time this way. I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry about your mom. She was really nice. I’m really glad that I got to meet her.” He shrugged. “I’m pretty proud that I can say we spent her last chapter with her, you know?”

  My mom took in a quick breath, her eyes filling with moisture as she stared at Jesse. She didn’t say anything. She just stared at him.

  “Mom?” I rubbed her arm lightly. “You alright?”

  She blew out a breath and finally looked at me. “Oh, yeah. That’s just something she always said. That our life had chapters, you know? She said that she never knew what her last chapter would be, but that she always knew it would be something wonderful.” She looked at me and then back to Jesse. “I guess it was you. I mean, I guess it was you two.”

  I let out a short nervous laugh. “No pressure, Mom. Geez.”

  “Did she take a photo?” she asked, a serious tone to her question.

  “Yeah,” Jesse answered. “Yesterday afternoon.”

  She nodded her head and gave him a weak smile. “You hungry? You must be hungry. Wait, do you have to work today, Jesse?”

  “No.” He turned to me for a moment. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that, but I didn’t get a chance to last night. I’m off for the week or, you know, however long you need me to be… you know… for everything.”

  “What?” I gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that I have my jobs covered for the week. I—”

  “No,” I said immediately. “Don’t do that for me. You didn’t even know Oma, Jess. You—”