Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 10:37:16 -0800
From: Allen Marks <amarks@webhart.net>
Subject: Re-revised Benny

BENNY

By Allen Marks and Daryl Dille

	It was a hot summer day, the dust hung in the still air.  The short
dip I had taken in the river did nothing, but if for only the moment, to
cool me off after climbing out of the lake.  Stuffy and just as hot as
before my swim I considered the long walk home through the bushes.  It was
alright though.  Sometimes, I would stop along the way and relieve myself
of built up sexual urges that I often got while swimming!  I was only
wearing my Speedo bathing suit with white, blue and green stripes and
carrying my towel.  I started for home.
	The first part of the trip was the most difficult consisting of a
long climb up the ski hill.  It got steeper as you approached the top.  I
took my time and picked a few wild strawberries that grew on the side of
the hill during the summer.  The smell of the sun baked fruit was almost
over powering.  After reaching the top I took the path that lay straight
ahead of me through some scrub brush.  There were many tall ferns and small
bunches of Poplar trees.  As I got hotter from the sun's rays, I started to
think about getting out of my bathing suit even though it was hardly
anything at all.
	I had a few favorite spots where I went after work or after sun
bathing for my own masturbation games.  One of them was close by.  Taking a
left and two right turns later, my manhood started to swell with the
thought of what I was going to do.  Speedo's are not much for hiding
stiffies so it showed itself clearly through the small film of cloth.  I
was walking along thinking to myself and contemplating my soon to be
fantasies when I almost walked right into a young guy who was coming from
the other direction.
	He startled me and I jumped back.  I didn't recognize him as anyone
I knew.  He was about my height, probably around sixteen and his head
seemed to be a glow of light as the sun's rays filtered through the trees
being behind him.  I could not make out his face because of the sun's
position.  He could see me clearly and he stood right in the path, not
moving.  I thought he was waiting for me to move.  I said I was sorry and
that I had not seen him.  I also said I had been thinking of something else
and didn't see his approach.  He said that was okay and we started to edge
past each other on the path.  I looked at him after he had gotten by me and
the sun was out of my eyes.
	He had light brown hair that was short and must have once been a
brush cut but was now past the stiff bristly stage.  His slim profile
testified to a well kept body and when he turned to face me his dark brown
eyes held my attention.  He was quite hand- some.  His camouflage colored
shorts and Nike sneakers had contributed to the fact that I had not seen
him before.  His hands were in his pockets.  I asked where he had come from
and he gestured with his head while at the same time, his hands made small
movements in his pockets that caught my interest.  He said his name was
Benny and that he was visiting some relatives and would be in town for a
short time on vacation.
	We just stood there.  Immediately, I told him a little about the
area around the town and where he could find a place to swim if he was
interested and he started off in the direction I had indicated.  I was
eager to move on to complete my fantasies, but still thinking that it might
be interesting to see him again.  I continued to the spot in the bushes not
far away.  I carefully walked into the undergrowth.  I did not want to
leave a definite path that someone else might find and follow while they
were hoping to find a Blue Berry patch.  What a sight that would be!  I
would be surprised and embarrassed, quite literally as they.  When I had
gotten far enough off the path I spread out my towel and lay down on it.
	I lay there for a while just listening to the sounds of the summer
insects and soaking up the sun.  A fly or two going by stopped to see if
there was anything they could eat and then bussed off. The sun felt good
but I could not open my eyes because of the brightness.  After laying on my
back for a time I rolled over on my stomach and looked at some of the
crawling bugs that inhabit the floor of the undergrowth.  A sharp piece of
something was sticking into my thigh and I moved the towel around to see
what it was and to remove it.  I could feel myself completely hard now.
The head of my cock was oozing precum through the material of my suit.  I
rolled onto my back and slipped the suit down.  The brilliant sun felt hot
on my revealed tool and it felt good.  I removed the bathing suit and lay
with my legs spread apart so the sun could brown every inch of me.
	As the sun baked my balls to well done, I gently played with myself
to savor all the pleasure I could get.  This was the way to be natural, I
thought, and became more aroused feeling my tool getting harder than
before.  The little prickly things under the towel only heightened my
sensations and I started to rhythmically get down to business.  I was lost
in a world of my own and enjoying every minute of it.  Concentrating on the
wonderful pleasures and fantasies in my head prevented me from hearing a
thing.  All I felt were wonderful sexual sensations and the sun's rays.
	I started thinking about Benny and what it would be like if he were
here with me.  I whispered his name.  The fantasy in my head was really
working overtime.  I could feel his warm tongue licking my balls, the space
between them, and my asshole.  It was so real that later I thought I must
have been sweating so the sweat began to collect and run down where gravity
called them.  I was working away in earnest now.  Then some- thing happened
that halted me in mid stroke.
	My fantasy had taken a turn that I had not thought of.  In my mind
Benny had locked his hot lips on the head of my circumcised cock.  In
reality, something had taken my balls into its grip instead!
	I opened my eyes and was immediately blinded by the sun.  I thought
that an animal was between my legs sniffing and licking.  All I could see
was a brown furry thing.  I jerked back and sat up all in one motion.
There was Benny in the flesh, and I mean in the flesh!!  He had somehow
found me and now I was caught with no escape or excuse and my balls in his
mouth!
	I started to try to explain by making up a story but didn't get
very far.  Benny said that it wasn't necessary.  He looked at me and I
could see he wanted to continue what he had started to do.  He said he had
forgotten the instructions I had given him and had started back to catch up
with me to get them again.  He had seen me head off into the bushes and had
snuck in to see what I was doing.  While laying down in the bushes a short
stone's throw away, he had watched me at first.  Then he had gotten excited
himself seeing my rod shining in the sun and my exposed balls jostling up
and down.  He had been playing with his own cock when I had whispered his
name.  He thought I knew that he was there and had taken the whisper as a
call to participate in the fun.  He had removed his shorts.  He was not
accustomed to wearing underwear.  He now laid his shorts at the end of my
towel.
	A moment ago, with my legs wide open and my balls dangling then
tightening up, he had done the only thing he could think of.  I confessed
that I had only been fantasizing but that I was glad that it had worked out
this way.  He said he was happy too.  He had not found anyone in the area
to share good times with and he had already been here a whole week.  With
that I reached out my hand and drew him down onto the towel with me.  I
then explored his lovely body at closer quarters.
	His cock had a beautiful heart shaped head and was long and
thin. His thatch of public hair was not abundant but enough not to be
ashamed of.  It was soft to the touch and surrounded the base of his cock.
His sack was nearly hairless.  When I rubbed them gently they began to
contract towards his body and I pulled them back to where they belonged.  I
couldn't stand it any longer and draped myself over half of his body
rubbing my leg between his and against his bundle of delights.  He groaned
softly and rolled towards me.  We embraced and felt each others heart
beating while our own sweat stuck our skins together.  I moved myself
gently breaking the contact with his skin.  It felt like two leaves must
feel when a thin film of water is all that holds them together and you pull
them apart.
	I positioned myself with a knee on each side of his head and
dropped my head to his waiting spike.  My tongue slid down the length of it
and I munched a mouth full of soft, sweat sweet flesh at its base.  Then I
kissed its throbbing head and opened my lips to let it slide down into my
waiting hungry throat.  I held it there suspended and waited feeling its
jerk as it nestled in the back of my throat.  Benny was rubbing his hands
slowly up my legs, around my buns and then cradling my whole storehouse in
his hot palms.  It was delightful.  I started to suck and tongue his prong.
The taste of salty precum seeping from his slit worked up and out by my
motion.  Benny put his arms around my hips and put his face into my crotch
licking the area around my sack until it tried to crawl inside my body.
	We rolled over together onto our sides and both started pumping
with easy hip actions.  Our hands explored territory we could not see but
felt by heat and familiarity with our own anatomy.  We both felt what would
please the other and did it knowing that our signals would bring a quick
response.  The rhythm escalated and instinctively we slowed down to ease
the rising flood that threatened to burst the dam.  We did not let each
other go but ran our tongues slowly up and down the full length of each
other cooling but not quenching the fire inside.
	How long we had been joined neither of us could tell but finally as
with all good things the end had to come.  Both of us shot our pent up
loads and swallowed the sweet nectar we had churned.  Laying spent, we
savored the last drops before allowing the other to be released.  When
finally we could bring ourselves to move and talk I asked how long he
planned to be in the area.  He couldn't give me a definite answer.  He was
not the one who made the plans.
	I told him that I was out in the bush almost every sunny day that I
didn't have to work and sometimes after work if the weather was fine.  He
said he should be able to find his way back into the general area where we
had met but not back to this exact spot.  I told him I used many other
places because woods are full of them.  I did meet him a few more times
during the next week and each time was a time to remember.  One day, I saw
him no more.  I guessed he had gone back to the city.  I'm sure he would
have said goodbye if he had known he was going to leave.  Next summer I
don't plan to break my habit and maybe he will return again, who knows.
 
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