Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 11:26:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ray Cassidy <babylonman05@yahoo.com>
Subject: Saturday Nights with Benji

My first attempt at a story with no dialogue.
Comments most welcome to

babylonman05@yahoo.com

Saturday Nights With Benji

by Stephen Kraine

Nights with 8 year old Benji were always the absolute
best.  His mother had been bringing him over for an
overnight every Saturday for months.  She had to work
the night shift at the hospital once a week, and
Saturdays worked the best because I was available to
watch Benji.  I, as the trustworthy 52 year old
divorced neighbor was always happy to lend a hand to a
hardworking mom.  Whether she knew the kind of ways we
entertained ourselves was always in question.  She
hinted once in a while that she knew we played games
that were "unusual" but as a woman of the 90s she
figured as long as Benji remained excited at the
overnight's with his friend Bill, no harm was done.

Benji and I had fairly common routine we had worked
out over the months and it varied little.  At 8 pm
every Saturday night I would answer the doorbell to
find Benji standing at the door,  a big grin on his
face, as his mother waved from the car.  I'd reach an
arm out and Benjy, with a big giggle, would wrap his
little arms around my forearm and jump as I lifted him
into my arms.  When the door would closed he'd wrap
his legs around my waist and snuggle up to me,
wiggling and squeezing.  I'd laugh and carry him into
his bedroom to drop his backpack.  I would nuzzle his
neck and feign disgust at what a dirty, smelly little
boy he was, and he would laugh, telling me he needed a
bath.  I'd carry him to bathroom and draw a hot bath
for him while he took his clothes off.  He'd always
have a little boner while he stood there waiting for
the bath to be ready.  Then when I went to lift him
into the bath, he'd laugh and start running.  The last
thing I would see would be his creamy little butt
cheeks as he ran squealing from the bathroom,  leading
me on a chase that would find him crouching under the
dining room table.  I'd crawl under the table, grab
him around the waist, and with both of us laughing,
carry  him to the bathtub.  I'd kneel at the edge of
the tub, and give him a good scrubbing as we talked
about the things we had done that week.  I always had
to be careful because  if I washed his cocklet a
little to vigorously he'd cum.  Benji had an enormous
capacity to cum at the slightest stimulation and could
do it over and over with no apparent limit to the
frequency or number of orgasms.  I always liked to
save his first orgasm for later.   At 8 he was not yet
producing anything other than dry orgasms, but it
certainly never diminished his desire to have them.

After the bath I would dry him off and carry him to
his bed, tucking him in and exchanging knowing grins
about what was to come.

As soon as he was tucked in I would retire to my
bedroom and get undressed.  By this time my cock would
be hard as a rock and leaking precum.  I'd climb under
the sheets and before turning of the light put a small
squeeze of baby oil in the palm of my hand.
Preparation was an important part of our ritual.  As
soon as I switched off my light it was Benji's signal
and I'd hear the pad of little feet coming into my
bedroom.   I'd wait quietly till I could see his
outline standing next to my bed and then I would ask
him what was wrong.  He'd say he was scared of the
dark and ask if he could sleep with me.  I'd pull the
sheet back and he would climb in, unable to suppress
his giggles.  As soon as the sheet was pulled over us
he would snuggle up close to me.  I'd be laying on my
side and he would try to get as much of the front of
his body up against mine, his little hard cock pressed
against my stomach as he nuzzled my neck.  I would
pull him up till his little head was on my pillow then
we'd kiss, softly at first then with more passion.  My
tongue would slip in his mouth and he would suck it
hungrily, making little mewing noises as his little
cock rubbed against my hairy stomach.

I'd always reach down and put my oiled hand flat
against his little cock and balls.  I would rub it
gently a couple of times and then he would spread his
legs for me, allowing me to slide my hand down further
till the tip of my middle finger would find his tight
little boy hole.  He would already be building to a
shuddering climax and I would slide my middle finger
deep into his tight chute and coat the walls with baby
oil.  My finger in his hole and the lack of pressure
on his cocklet would drive him wild and he would hunch
into me, wanting the palm of my hand to rub him to
climax.  Not wanting to tease him I would slide my
hand up and after two or three good rubs he would let
go with a loud high pitched squeal as his entire body
went rigid with his first orgasm.  The first time I
ever gave him an orgasm he just shook quietly.  Over
time, I had taught him to let go when he came.  Once
he felt more comfortable with his own sexual desires
he learned to  squeal, scream, and let his little body
thrash around in response to the wonderful spasms
enveloping his lithe body.

As he came down from his pent up orgasm we would kiss
and fondle each other for a few minutes, then he would
crawl under the sheets in what he came to call "the
search."  I would lay there quietly while he groped
for my cock.  I would first feel the grip of a little
hand, then the warm wet feeling of his mouth wrapped
around my cock.  He couldn't take all of my thick 7
inches, but over time he had learned to take a lot of
it.  He had developed a technique of licking his hand
so it was very wet with saliva.  He would grip the
base of my cock with his hot wet hand and then suck
the rest of my cock deep into his mouth.  The
combination felt all the world like I was being deep
throated by an expert.  If I had allowed it, I would
have cum in very short order.  The movement of his
tongue and the squeezing of his hand was so delicious
it took every bit of concentration to avoid giving him
a mouthful of hot steaming cum.  After letting him
suck me for a minute or two I would spread my legs and
he would slide his free hand under my balls and find
my waiting asshole.  He always prepared his hand by
rubbing it on his oily cocklet, so when he reached my
asshole he had enough lube on his fingers to allow for
penetration.  He would take his two middle fingers and
drive them up my hungry hole searching for my
sensitive prostate.  Putting his two little fingers on
my prostate he would spread them and close them over
the hard muscle,  causing me to uncontrollably thrust
into his mouth.  He would always giggle at my lack of
self control.

I rarely let him do this for long because it would
immediately make me feel the familiar tension of an
approaching  orgasm,  and I wanted my first cum to be
deep inside his tight rectum.  After a few strokes on
my prostate while he gently sucked, I'd stop him
before I reached the point of no return.  He'd slide
up on the bed next to me and open is legs.  I would
pull the sheets off and climb between his legs.  I
would always turn on the light while reaching for the
baby oil because much of the pleasure of fucking Benji
was seeing him under me, splayed and panting as my
cock rammed deep inside his fuck hole.

With the light on I would squeeze a liberal squirt of
pleasant  smelling oil on my fingers and begin
preparing his hole for my meaty cock.  Benji loved
this part of our ritual and would lift his little butt
off the mattress in order to give me easy access.  As
I rubbed his little hole and then slid my oily fingers
inside of him he would put two fingers in his mouth
and let out muffled little squeals of delight.
Finally, I would take a palm full of the oil and
stroke my cock as I looked down at his quivering
little wrinkled hole.  I could easily have brought
myself off by stroking a few extra time, the vision of
his legs, spread invitingly before me, causing me to
shudder with urgency.  Once oiled up I would lift his
legs and bring his tiny butt up to my bouncing cock.
Once the head was pressed against his fuck hole I
would slide forward and with one long smooth thrust be
inside him to the base of my cock.  It took us several
months of gradual penetration to get his little fuck
hole loosened enough so I could penetrate him with no
pain, and by now he was so ready the penetration
brought him nothing by unbridled pleasure.  As soon as
my cock was deep inside Benji, he would start lifting
his ass up to my cock in an uncontrolled effort to get
me deeper.  An impossible need since I would have his
little ring of muscle gripped around the very base of
my cock.  I had taken to shaving in the last few
months because  the image of a smooth bare cock going
into his white smooth ass was far sexier without being
masked by a mass of pubic hair.

The first fuck of the evening would never take long.
A week of anticipation and preliminary cocksucking he
had given me would have me on the edge of a shattering
orgasm.  Furthermore, I would not cum all week, just
so I could flood his tiny rectum with a man dose of
hot sperm.  He loved that first juicing.

Spreading his legs wide I would lean forward enough to
get a good angle for deep fucking, but not so far
forward I couldn't watch my cock sinking balls deep
into this hot little boy.  I would take four or five
long thrusts then hold it deep while I ground into
him.  The first grinding usually would bring him to an
orgasm and while he squealed in pleasure his little
rectum would spasm around my cock, bringing me to my
first orgasm.  I would grunt and cry out as my cock
shot a heavy geyser of thick goo into his tense chute,
then I would look into his eyes and smile at the
expression that spread across his face as he felt my
cum flood his rectum.  By the time I had pumped two or
three more time the cum would be leaking out between
my cock and his tight hole, the pressure of all the
sperm forcing it out and all over the bed.

As my last small squirt signaled the end of my orgasm
I would fall forward letting my weight rest on my
elbows on either side of him.  His face would be
pressed against my chest and he would start sucking on
my nipples.  I would lay there moaning as my cock
softened and my nipples turned hard as pebbles.
Finally, he would grunt like he was taking a dump and
force my cock out of his ass.  He delighted in the
sound of my cock sliding out of his hole, followed by
a flood of man cream pouring out of his gaping
sphincter.

I'd roll to the side and he would roll with me,
pushing his little body against my cum covered cock.
As we lay there glowing, he would slide up and start
kissing me deep on the mouth, our tongues intertwined
as my cum  smeared over both of us.

It wouldn't take long for both of us to start getting
aroused again and then he would jump off the bed and
retrieve our special pillow.  I had taken a piece of
firm foam, cut it into a rounded square and covered it
in soft satin material.  Bringing to the bed, Benji
would throw it down in the center of the mattress and
then drape himself across it with his tight creamy
globes jutting in the air.  If I wasn't hard as a rock
by then, just the sight of his ass thrust up, inviting
me to rut with him would certainly have brought my pre
fuck juices flowing.  I'd get behind him and push my
cock deep into his creamy hole.  He would grab the
front of the cushion in his tiny hand and push
backwards, meeting me thrust for thrust.  My initial
horniness somewhat abated  I could usually fuck him
like this for 15 or 20 minutes, during which time he
would have 2 or 3 orgasms as his cocklet rubbed firmly
against the satiny material.

I loved the sight of my thick dark cock spreading
those smooth tiny globes.  If I didn't know better
from his reaction I would swear my cock was going to
split him open.  The framing of my shiny wet cock
going in and out between two tiny little globes made
my brain reel with lust.

Finally, unable to control myself any longer I would
ram my cock in hard and watch his little ass press
flat against my hips as I would coat his rectal walls
with another liberal dose of hot cum.

Rolling off of him we would both lay there for a while
recovering from the body bruising fuck session.

After 30 minutes or so of gently touching and
stroking, interrupted by some passionate kisses I
would lift him up and mount him on my cock, with his
front facing my feet.  This was more than anything, a
feast for my eyes.  He would allow me to impale him
and then would sit there clenching his ass muscles,
sending throbs of delicious pressure up and down my
cock.  With one hand he would reach down and gently
massage my tense balls and with the other hand he
would stroke himself.  His self stroking would usually
bring him one, and sometimes two more orgasms, each
forcing me to use supreme willpower not to cum from
the exquisite rectal contractions .

Despite my intense desire to flood his boy pussy with
a third load of cum I would give in to his need to
watch my cock shoot a load of cum.  I would tell him I
was close and he would climb between my legs on his
knees and start stroking me.  We would make eye
contact  frequently as he expertly stroked his tight
fist up and down my throbbing cock.  He would
deliberately squeeze my cock hard to force the blood
up to the head of my cock, making it grow thick and
deep purple.  As the pre fuck flowed he would
occasionally rub his mouth across the head then lick
the glistening moisture off his lips.  Finally, I
would begin humping into his hands and he would get a
look of excited anticipation as he waited for the
eruption.   When the flow finally started it would
pour out of my piss slit, running down the head and
all over his tiny fist.  The feeling of my hot cum
running down his fingers delighted him to no end and
he would giggle and laugh as I groaned and thrust.

This was usually the signal we were both spent.  I
would see the fatigue in his eyes and he would crawl
slowly up next to me.  I would reach over and turn off
the light and cuddle  up to him.  In a final move I
would slowly turn him around and pull his legs up
between my head.  Finding his worn out little fuck
hole I would bring it to my mouth and gently lick and
suck on it, drinking my own cream as I sucked it out
of him.  As I felt him drifting off I would gently
lick and probe his sensitive pucker and listen to him
sigh with pleasure as he drifted off to sleep.  Within
minutes I would follow.