Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 18:06:31 +0000
From: Chauncy Gardiner <chauncy_g@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ben Tries Something New

   Afterwards we laid for a while in silence, basking in the afterglow of
the evening's exertions.  Eventually I gathered enough strength to wipe the
semen off my chest with a Kleenex.  Ben reached over and started stroking my
hand.  I looked at the clock.  It was one thirty in the morning, and we had
school tomorrow.
   "It's late," I said.
   "Should I go?"  He meant go to his room, which was next door.
   "Are you tired?"
   "Kind of.  Are you?  Do you want me to go?"
   "Not if you'd rather stay."
   "Then I'll stay, okay?"
   "Just make sure you don't fall asleep."
   "I know, I won't."
   "Cause Mom would TOtally freak," I said, doing a very passable
impersonation of a surfer dude.
   Ben, my beau, also happens to be my step-brother.  (I'm not the kind of
person who usually does this sort of thing, so, briefly:  it all started in
a not so remarkable manner, with a spur-of-the-moment Saturday morning
wrestling match in our boxer shorts, a couple of unforeseen erections, some
discreet grinding followed by unabashed dry humping, and finally, some
ardent cock-fucking supplemented with spit-swapping.)
   Ben pressed his lips against my shoulder.
   "Do you want to mess around," Ben said.  It was less a question than a
courtesy before he mounted me for the third time that night.  Indefatigable
Ben.  His insuppressible sex drive made me feel half impotent.
   "You looked so hot when you were coming," Ben muttered, kissing my neck
now, drumming his fingertips gently across my balls.
   "Do I?  I've never seen myself.  How do I look, exactly?"
   "Like this."  Ben scrunched up his face and his lips became a tortured
"O".  I don't like to leave most to the reader's imagination, but I will say
this:  Ben is adorable, adorable, adorable.  Though my dick still felt like
a dishrag I leaned forward and plunged my tongue into his mouth and we
started necking so passionately that several times I missed his mouth
entirely and ran my tongue over his cheek and chin.
   "Oh God, , I fucking love you," Ben said.  (Alas, the only time we said
"I love you" was during sex.)  He slid on top of me, and it wasn't a huge
surprise to feel his rock-hard hard-on pressing into my stomach, burning hot
with Ben's urgency.  I was still soft, so he slid upwards and began grinding
into my chest, which I like because I usually get his come all over my face.
  I kneaded his ass, pinching him hard, all the while aching to finger his
asshole, a line Ben wasn't quite ready to cross.  I had tried once before,
had worked a finger in a good two inches when Ben suddenly ceased his
humping, and without anger or annoyance said simply, "Don't do that."  For
the past month I had fantasized constantly about the five seconds my finger
had been inside his ass.  I compromised by running my fingers up and down
his crack, which he didn't seem to mind in the least.  I took to slathering
his clenched stomach with my saliva.  The coarse, clumsy line of hair below
his belly button tickled my chin on the up-thrust.
I was hard by now, and managed, with a little adjustment, to sandwich my
cock between his thighs, where the friction was more than enough to satisfy.
  Just as I was hitting my stride, Ben stopped abruptly, rolling off and
sliding down at the same time, took my dick in his fist and started to give
me his trademark spontaneous blowjob, which, I knew by now, wasn't intended
to get me off, but only to provide him with a breather while he waited for
the danger of an impending orgasm to subside.  He licked my cock all over
with brisk swipes of the tongue, covering it with the kind of attention one
gives to a chocolate ice cream cone melting over brand new carpet.
   "Fuck me, fuck me, stop it and fuck me," I said, or something like that,
I don't exactly remember.  Ben mounted my dick this time, and then the only
sounds were squeaking bedsprings and rustling sheets.  I started to tease
his ass again, but this time Ben unexpectedly seized reached behind, seized
my hand, and, with unmistakable intentions, shoved my fingers well into his
ass crack.  I muttered thanks to God and immediately pushed the tip of my
thumb against his asshole.  Ben arched his back, and said only "mmmph",
which was all I needed to work my thumb in very, very slowly, stopping often
to wriggle and wobble and swirl.  Several times Ben stopped humping me
altogether, so close was he to coming.  Just to see what he would do, I
stopped moving my thumb for a while, and was pleased to hear him whimper not
to stop.  When my thumb was buried to hilt I finger-fucked him mercilessly.
He came a few seconds later with a spasm that coursed through his entire
body while he spurted all over me.  Our bodies were slick with his come when
I pounded away at his abs, and emptied my load into his.
   We were soon back where we had started, except that now it was half past
two.
   "Jesus, my ass is still tingling."
   "I'm glad you liked it."
   "It's late."
   "I should go."
   Ben kissed me good night and got up, bent down, kissed my flaccid prick
tonight, and left to get some sleep.