Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2012 13:33:12 -0800
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blind / In A Boys Eyes Part 2
Readers Warning: This story contains elements of love, sexual play, and
experimentation between young boys. If this concept scares you, or is not
to your tastes, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen, or if you
are not accepting enough to enjoy such a story; them by all means go read
something else.
Story written and posted by, This Boy's Life.
(Sorry for the delay. Personal issues intervened.) So it may be good
to re-read the first chapter again before continuing. In the first
chapter, twelve year old Thomas befriended another boy, Benjamin, a new kid
who had just moved into the neighborhood. Ben, it turned out, was a blind
boy; struggling with the loss of his father, and his own eyesight. Thomas
though, is a sweet kid, surprisingly intuitive; and he took to the new boy
right away. And now, part two.
Blind; In A Boy's Eyes Chapter Two
In the week that followed, Benjamin and I began to spend a lot of time
together. There was a bond growing between us, that I found both
interesting, and surprising. I'm a little shy sometimes around new kids,
but for some reason it was just very easy to like young Ben.
Not only was he fun to be around, but somehow I sensed that he needed
me. I know that sounds like kind of a deep thing for a twelve year old to
say. But it's true. I didn't feel sorry for Benjamin; I just felt bad for
him.
Then there were some other feelings that were a little more confusing to
me. There was a growing attraction to him, which I was dealing with. At
twelve, I never really thought about my sexuality; or anybody else's for
that matter. I mean, puberty was bringing about some wonderful changes in
my body. My young boy pistol was now loaded with live ammo, if you take my
meaning; and it had quickly become my most favorite companion.
At the same time, I noticed that I was becoming increasingly interested
in Benjamin and his developing body in a physical way as well. Since it
was early summer, we were both spending most of our time wearing nothing
but loose shorts and tee shirts. I realized that I was sneaking quite a
few long looks at Ben's bare legs, and feet. Not to mention peeking at the
gap in his shorts, when we were just casually sitting around somewhere.
I guess I wasn't actually sneaking peeks. Benjamin is blind after all,
so it's not like he would have even noticed; but there was just something
about him that made me feel good when I looked at him. This was all kind
of weird, and new to me; being attracted to another boy, in any way other
than friendship.
And it didn't help matters, that wherever we were, Ben continued to
touch me quite often. He had explained that being blind, he felt less
invisible, and more connected to people when he touched them.
I found that I didn't mind it at all, when he touched me. It was quite
the opposite actually. His touch was always warm and soft. And this may
sound weird again; but when he touched me, it felt like there was something
there, between us.
I could feel his energy, and It made me feel all funny inside; but in a
good way. I guess for him it was probably just innocent contact; but I
actually began looking forward to it. So much so, that all of a sudden I
even found myself thinking about Ben when I jacked off each night.
These things really confused me. In a way, I was kind of scared about
it actually; but, at the same time if all felt right to me somehow. I
wanted to talk to Ben about it; but I didn't want to risk scaring him away,
and possibly losing him as a friend. I mean, we've only known each other
for a week so... And the truth is, I don't really know him all that well.
All of this was about to change though.
It was Friday morning, about eleven or so, and I walked across the
street to Ben's house. Ben's mom greeted me with a smile as she answered
the door. She seemed to really like me, because I had become a quick and
good friend to her son; and she said that Ben had really opened up and
seemed happy for the first time in a long while.
"Good morning Thomas. Ben's back in his bedroom, so go on back."
"Thanks." I replied with a warm smile, and turned to walk back. "Oh,
hey Mrs. Barnes; I was wondering if maybe Ben could spend the night at my
house tonight?" She glanced at me.
"Oh... Well I'm not sure sweetheart. Ben hasn't spent the night away
since... Well, before the accident."
"Oh come on, please...? It's just across the street." I pleaded.
Mrs. Barnes looked thoughtful for a moment. I could tell this wasn't Ben
who was worried about it; it was his mom who was being overly protective.
"Well..." She considered. "I guess if Benjamin would like to go,
then..."
"Thanks." I beamed, turning quickly to hurry back to Ben's bedroom. I
pushed his door open, and Ben was lying on his bed with his Ipod headphones
on. He was bobbing his head to the beat of the music; and I smiled at the
sight.
I walked slowly over toward the bed and just stood there watching him
for a moment. He looked good lying there, wearing only a pair of white
shorts. His soft tan skin looked so incredibly smooth and firm. Ben
didn't even know I was there, so with a mischievous smile; I reached out my
fingertip and brushed it ever so softly across his nipple.
Ben's skin came alive with goosebumps, and he shivered slightly as he
brushed his hand over his chest. After waiting a moment I leaned in close,
and pursing my lips I blew softly across his belly and the indent of his
belly button.
A quiet giggle escaped me, as Benjamin rubbed his palm over his stomach.
With another grin I leaned in closely again, but before I could do anything
Ben whipped his hands out and grabbed hold of me; rolling over and wrapping
me up with his arms and legs.
He laughed playfully, as his bare legs locked together around my waist.
I began to laugh as well, while I struggled to try and free myself; pushing
against the soft warm skin of his smooth legs. Reaching down, I took hold
of Ben's feet. He began to giggle and squirm, as I started tickling the
soft soles of his smallish feet.
"Stop... Stop..." He pleaded, as he fidgeted in my grasp.
"Seriously..." he struggled between giggles. "I'm gonna pee my pants...
Stop..." I let go of his foot and twisted around so that I was lying on
top of him, pinning him to the bed while we both lay there laughing.
I continued to lie on top of him for a moment, looking up at his boyish
face while we both caught our breaths. I was enjoying the feel of his body
against me; and I have to say I was in no real hurry to get off of him.
"Are you really that ticklish?" I questioned, between breaths.
"Uh huh..." He replied, smiling broadly.
"So, where else are you ticklish?" I asked playfully, as I reached up to
try and tickle his naked armpits. Ben squeaked and twisted under me.
"No... Don't..." He laughed. "Seriously, I'll pee myself." I smiled,
wondering if he really would. But I pushed myself upward onto my knees.
"Oh, guess what..? I asked your mom if you could spend the night at my
house."
"Really? And she said no, right?" Ben replied.
"Nu-uh. She said you can, if you want to." I told him. Ben's eyes grew
wide, and a slow grin crossed his face.
"Serious?" he breathed. "That's so cool. I never get to spend the
night anywhere." To my surprise, Ben wrapped his arms around me in an
excited hug. I closed my eyes for a moment enjoying his embrace; the feel
of his warm skin against me, and the gentle thrum of his heartbeat against
my chest. It may have been wishful thinking, or just my imagination, but
the hug seemed to linger for an extra long time.
Ben's mom decided she needed to run into town for a short time; and
she allowed Ben to stay at home alone, with me. Another rarity it seems.
According to Ben, she never felt comfortable leaving him at home. In
truth, and not to be unkind, he was kind of happy to have some time away
from her.
After she left, Ben and I wandered outside to lie around on the lawn for
awhile in the warmth of the summer sun. We talked about silly stuff; the
way kids our age do. Just being kind of goofy; and laughing at stupid
things. As we sat on the lawn, another kid that I knew rode by on his
bicycle. He called out to me as he raced past.
"Who was that?" Benjamin asked casually.
"Just one of the kids from down the block, out cruising on his bike." I
answered. Ben got a thoughtful look on his face.
"I miss that." He said, so quietly that I looked over at him.
"Huh... Oh, you mean riding bikes?" I asked. Ben nodded, looking a bit
forlorn.
"Hard to ride when you can't see." Ben offered matter of factly. I
glanced down the street, watching after the other kid on the bike as he
rode out of sight; and thinking about what Ben had just said.
"Have you tried it?" I asked sincerely. Ben turned his head my
direction, and seemed to look at me like I was nuts. He waved his hand in
front of his eyes.
"Uhh... Blind here, can't ride a bike." He reminded me.
"Who told you that?" I asked. "You're blind, not stupid. Come on..." I
said urgently, as I hopped up; grabbing Ben's arm as I did so.
"Huh...?" Benjamin questioned as I pulled him to his feet. Taking hold
of his hand, I hurried us both across the street and up my driveway. Ben
stood there while I opened up the garage door, and went inside for a
moment.
"Dude, what are you up to?" Benjamin asked, as he heard me rummaging
around in the garage. I pulled out alongside him, sitting on my bike. It
was a BMX style bike, and had extra foot pegs near the back axle for doing
tricks and stuff.
"Come on." I said, taking his hand and positioning him behind my bike.
"Step up onto the pegs."
"What? Thomas I can't do this..." Ben said a bit exasperated.
"The hell you can't. The only thing stopping you is you. Get on!" I
told him directly. Ben put his right foot up tentatively onto one of the
pegs. "Come on, step up." I urged. With his hands on my shoulders, Ben
leaned forward and stepped up onto the other peg. We wavered for just a
second, while I got my balance and started forward.
Down the driveway and out into the street we rolled as I picked up speed
and turned down the road. Ben's hands clutched firmly to my shirt, and his
body leaned forward pressing against me in an unsettled fashion.
"Whoa..." He breathed, feeling a bit shaky at first. I began to pick up
sped as I peddled us effortlessly down the block. Then I began to sway,
intentionally, veering from one side of the street to the other.
It didn't take long for Benjamin to feel comfortable. Soon he had
loosened his grip on my shirt; and his hands rested comfortably on top of
my shoulders. "Yaaaa..." he called out, as the wind whisked through his
hair, blowing it back off his forehead. I glanced back to see the huge
smile on his face. "Whoooo..." I heard him yell as we raced around the
neighborhood.
It was awesome to hear him so excited, and actually having unfettered
fun. Soon, his warm body was leaning forward, pressing against my back;
and he actually took his hands off my shoulders to hold them up in the air.
Kind of like that scene in the movie Titanic, when they were standing at
the front of the ship.
Ben was laughing, as he enjoyed the sensation of riding a bike again;
giggling like a little kid at Christmas. It made me feel really good
inside, to see and hear him so happy like that.
Benjamin suddenly stooped forward, put his head right alongside mine,
and wrapped his arms around my chest in a warm hug. "Thanks Thomas." He
whispered into my ear; as he surprised me with a quick little kiss on my
cheek. "Whoooo..." He hollered out again, as he stood tall on the foot
pegs.
This was all so amazing to me. I felt totally happy; because he was
happy. I felt all tingly, as the warmth of his body pressed against my
back. I didn't know it then, because of my young age; but I'm sure in
years to come I would look back and realize that this was the first time I
had ever fallen in love with someone.
We rode around for over an hour that way. At one point, we even traded
positions. While I stood on the pegs, Ben sat on the bike seat and
peddled; steering us blindly down the road to my directions.
We had only one close call, nearly running into a parked car.
"Stop... Stop!" I yelled out; a bit concerned that Ben might be scared by
my urgent yell. Ben however, just laughed contentedly. It was the most
`normal' he had felt in a very long time.
When we finally got home, Benjamin happily told his mother about the fun
we had. She listened with interest and raised eyebrows; pleased, if not a
little concerned about her son being out in the road on a bicycle.
Regardless, Benjamin was ecstatic; almost giddy at having been able to
feel the freedom and simple joy of riding a bike again like a normal kid.
His excitement won over his mom, who simply begged him to `be extra
careful' if we ever did that again.
She made a nice lunch for the both of us; and thanked me once again for
being a good friend for Benjamin. After we finished lunch, Ben threw a few
cloths and things into a backpack, and we headed across the street to my
house; both of us excited about him spending the night.
We spent the afternoon walking around, talking, and just listening to
music and stuff. It's kind of funny; well, sad really, that people get
some preconceived notions about people who are handicapped in one way or
another. They treat them like they're different. But the fact is, Ben was
just a normal kid. Just like me; `cept that he couldn't see.
He told me how some people talked to him like he was stupid or
something. They treated him like he was completely helpless; which made
him feel bad about himself. I guess that's why he liked me so much. Cause
to me, he was just another kid.
That evening, my dad fixed us hamburgers for dinner, which we grubbed
down; and then Benjamin and I went up to my room and settled in for the
night. After brushing our teeth; each of us took a pee, and then we
returned to my bedroom where I closed and locked my door behind us.
"So... I know it's not time yet, but; what do you usually wear to bed?
PJ's, or..."
"Doesn't matter I guess." Benjamin answered. "Usually just my underwear
I suppose."
"That's cool..." I answered. Actually, that's what I was kind of hoping
for; and that's usually all I wore to bed. If even that...
"Wanna get ready now?" Benjamin asked.
"Sure, why not." And without further ado, we both got ready; pealing
off our shirts and shorts. Ben was wearing only a small pair of gray
Jocky's; which honestly sent shivers through me. He looked so awesome,
nearly naked like that. His body all trim, and tan and... Well, he just
looked friggin nice.
We hopped up onto my bed, propping extra pillows up behind us to get
comfortable. Sitting side by side Ben turned his iPod on, and we shared
his earbuds. I put the left one in my ear, and he had the right in his.
We had to sit closely together to make it work, but once again, I certainly
didn't care.
Sitting so close, that our young bodies were touching; I wondered if Ben
was feeling, or thinking any of the same things I was. It was so weird,
because just a week ago I had never even thought about sexuality. Well,
other than the joys of jerking off. Does that count?
Anyway, even though there were times that I might have thought that a
boy may have been cute; it was never anything more than a passing thought.
I thought some girls were cute too. But after getting to know Benjamin,
and feeling something special for him; well, suddenly things seemed to
change.
We sat there sharing his iPod, just listening to his tunes. It felt
wonderful to me; perfect in fact. Ben began to move slightly to the music.
It was so awesome. He wasn't in the least bit embarrassed, or inhibited.
Sitting there next to me in his underwear and bobbing to the music like
that. I would be way too self conscious to do that in front of anyone
else. But Benjamin wasn't, and I grinned as I watched him.
"You're so cool." I accidentally said aloud. It's what I was thinking,
and it just sort of popped out of my mouth. Ben turned his head toward me,
with a crooked little smile on his lips.
"What?" he asked quietly.
"Nothin, I... I was just thinking, well, you know. You're just easy to
be around." I offered; but I was instantly embarrassed that I had said
something like that. But Benjamin just smiled softly at me.
"You're blushing." Ben commented; surprising me.
"How do you know that?" I asked, shaking my head in wonder. Ben raised
his hand and gently touched it to my cheek.
"I could feel it. Your body got really warm." Ben explained. "And just
so you know... I like being around you too." He added softly. Sitting
there with our faces only a foot apart; I actually had a sudden urge to
lean over and kiss him. I thought about it for just a moment; but didn't
dare. I smiled awkwardly and looked down, still embarrassed.
Ben lowered his hand and accidentally, or perhaps on purpose, he let it
come to rest on top of mine. After a moment his fingers timidly reached
around mine, and he gently held my hand in his. I glanced back over at
him.
"Now you're blushing." I said quietly, but gave his hand a little
accepting squeeze at the same time. What was going on here? Was this just
a moment of innocent tenderness between two twelve year old boys; or was
there something more?
A simple boy crush? Meaningless; inspired only by a twelve year old's
freshly activated hormones? Or was there really something more? I didn't
have a clue. All I knew was that it felt awesome. I really liked Ben, and
the fact that I was experiencing that tingly feeling in my stomach only
reinforced that now.
And the thing is, I had the feeling that Benjamin felt the same way. I
glanced over at his boyish face; and then my eyes trailed slowly down the
smooth soft skin of his nearly naked body, and I couldn't help but notice
the slight tenting out of his underwear. I swallowed hard, and then
quickly became aware that I was sporting a stiffy of my own.
Even though Benjamin was blind, and couldn't see the newly sprouted
bulge in my underwear; I was still a bit shy, and felt nervous that he
might know somehow. "So, you wanna' get under the covers!" I suggested.
I shifted position without waiting for an answer and pulled the sheet
and thin bedspread down a bit. We crawled under the covers and settled in;
once again sitting very closely to one another.
We slid down, laying quietly on our backs, side by side; our arms and
bare lower legs touching lightly under the sheets. "Thomas?" Benjamin
asked softly.
"Hmm?" I responded.
"Can I like, ask you something?" Ben questioned. I turned my head and
looked at the soft features of his face.
"Sure, anything." I told him.
"So... Do I look, well, normal?" he asked. I laughed a little,
thinking the question a bit odd, and then Ben continued. "I mean
seriously. I've been blind for over a year now. Guess I've grown a little
since then, so... I don't even know what I really look like anymore." He
sat there, expectant; looking small, and vulnerable. I smiled softly, and
looked at his face.
"I think... I think you're cute." I whispered. And all at once I was
suddenly embarrassed at what I had said. Ben turned his head toward me,
and moved his hand from mine.
"Please don't make fun of me." Benjamin responded quietly.
"No... I'm not; I mean..." I stuttered. "I'm not making fun of you
Ben."
"Then you're teasing me?" Ben guessed. I looked at him and smiled sadly
as I saw the doubt on his face. I reached over and softly touched my hand
against his cheek; tracing my fingers over his gentle features.
"Ben. Remember when you told me how you see things, just by touching
them? Well, when I touch you... And when I look at you, well... Ben, you
really are cute." And with that, I took a deep breath, fought back my own
doubts; and leaned in closely to him, kissing him softly on the corner of
his mouth. There was a long, drawn out pause.
"You're blushing again." Ben commented, with a little smile. His warm
hand found mine again, and we sat there timidly holding each other's hand.
"Thomas?" Ben said.
"Hmm?" I responded quietly.
"You're the best friend I've ever had." I felt him lean in toward me,
and the next thing I knew, he kissed me tenderly on the corner of my mouth.
We lingered closely together, with our faces only inches apart. My
breathing was elevated; the butterflies in my stomach were flittering
wildly now.
We looked toward each other and Benjamin smiled timidly; an awkward,
beautiful little smile. Instinctively I cocked my head at a slight angle;
and ever so slowly we leaned into one another. Our lips met in a very soft
but deliberate kiss.
I didn't know what was happening, but every nerve in my young body seemed
to come alive in a pleasant tingle. We lingered there, our soft breaths
whispered across each other's face.
I could feel Ben lean himself into me, and instinctively I put my arm
around his soft bare shoulders, holding him gently. Benjamin rested his
head against my shoulder, and it felt so good as we snuggled our nearly
naked bodies against one another. In fact, it was absolutely brilliant.
It was so wonderfully strange, and yet so perfectly natural to me; and I
could feel my own penis pressing, and pulsing gently against the soft
cotton fabric of my underwear. The tingles in my belly continued, as we
hunkered down under the bedcovers and our feet warmly intertwined. This
was the first time I had ever been up against another human being like
this, and it was awesome.
It felt incredible; the smooth silky feel of another boy's soft skin
radiating its pleasant natural warmth against mine. I've never been more
comfortable. That is, until Ben rolled toward me and his bare leg came to
rest across mine.
"Thomas." Ben whispered hesitantly. "Do you ever, well... Like, do you
ever..." He stopped.
"What?" I asked, after a long pause.
"No. Never mind." Benjamin whispered. But I think I knew what he was
thinking about. The fact that I could feel his rigid young boy prong
pressing into my thigh, was kind of tipping me off.
"Are you wondering if I... Jerk off?" I offered, surprisingly boldly.
Ben's head moved sharply; and I knew I had guessed correctly. I could see
the sheepish little smile spread his lips.
"So, do you...?" He finally asked. I could feel my own young cock
twitch again in my under shorts, and the butterflies took flight in my
stomach once again.
"Ya, I do. It's like, so cool." I grinned.
"Me too." Ben said, more than a little relieved. "So have you ever done
it with anyone else?" He asked. I looked at him, my heart pounding
briskly now in my chest, because I knew what he was driving at.
"No. But... It sounds like it would be fun. I would... Well, I'd do
it with you. Like, if you wanted to." I suggested quietly. Both of us
blushed a bit this time. But the shy smile on Ben's face was still there,
and it seemed so inviting.
We lay there for a moment; timid, quiet giggles escaping us as we slowly
got up the nerve to try and take the next step. "So, wanna try it then?"
Ben finally asked.
"Uh-huh..." I agreed, then slowly reached down, and pushed the covers
off of us. Reaching for the waistband of my undies, I looked over at Ben
and peeked again at the firm bulge in shorts.
"Here goes..." I breathed, taking another short breath; I quickly
slipped my underwear down, over my hips. I could feel the movement, as Ben
was doing the same thing along side me.
I was totally eager to see Ben's stiff dick, so I quickly looked over at
him. The tingling in my belly increased as I watched him slide his
underwear down; and his hard dick emerged with a crisp slap, up against his
belly. It was sooo friggin hot... I could feel my own boner twitch; I was
so excited by the sight of his.
"Whoa... You look awesome." I said softly, not really thinking. His
sweet little boner
was about five inches long. Straight, and stiff, his fleshy tool lay
firmly against his bare pubic mound; and when I noticed his dick twitch a
little, I almost squirted all over myself with excitement.
I was breathing heavy, and actually shivered as bit; filled with nervous
excitement and horniness all at the same time. I managed to look up at
Bens face for a moment; he was nervous too. There was a shy, childlike
expression on his face that I found totally endearing.
"So, do you think mine looks... Normal?" Ben asked in hushed, but
anxious tones.
"You look awesome." I repeated. I swallowed hard again, as my eyes
drifted back over his genitals. He had a smooth hairless scrotum like
mine, and his rounded testicles lay fairly loosely against the soft skin of
his thigh.
I was so aroused, I wanted to jerk myself, and cum right then and there.
This was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I licked my dry lips.
I could feel my own dick twitch again; and when I looked down at myself,
there was a sticky clear drop of precum clinging to the tip of it. This
was so amazingly cool. Ben's voice broke the silence.
"What does yours look like?" Benjamin asked sincerely.
"Huh..? I responded, as I snapped out of my little aroused trance.
"Well, you get to see mine... But I don't know what yours looks like."
Ben was gently fingering his dick as he said it. I glanced back at my own
stiff member for a moment; and then back at Ben's again.
"You wanna' see it? With your fingers I mean." I offered. Ben turned
his head slightly in my direction; another shy smile on his lips.
"Yes please..." his voice was soft, hesitant. I reached over and gently
took his hand in mine; drawing it back to me and resting it on my thigh
just shy of my boy parts. Ben hesitated a moment, and blindly looked at
me, as if for permission.
"Go ahead." I suggested. Ben shivered just a bit; with excitement I
think.
Slowly, Ben raised his hand. He held it motionless for a moment; and
then very slowly, with trembling fingers he moved it toward my junk. My
eyes were wide, as I anxiously watched him reach for me.
Contact! His warm, soft fingers touched my hard on. My dick twitched
instantly, leaking another excited drop of sticky precum from its tip. My
insides seemed to quake with this extreme stimulation.
Ben's warm fingertips played gently over my shaft; tracing its length.
His soft touch was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Oh shit, it was
so incredible. Ben and I were about the same in length; around five
inches, which made him smile. They looked about the same too; though mine
curved up just a bit.
His little fingers eased upward, gently squeezing my soft foreskin.
"Whoa..." Ben breathed, an excited expression on his face. "You're not
circumcised, huh... That's so cool..."
Benjamin's fingers slid through the thick little drops of syrup, which
had dripped from my slit. I noticed his eyes widen with pleasure as he
recognized the feel of the sticky boy honey.
He looked up at me, with a pleased smile on his face. I glanced over at
his young erection, and watched it twitch several times; also leaving a
glistening residue on the tip of his glans.
"Oh man..." I sighed. I didn't know what the term, `premature
ejaculation' meant, but I swear I was as close to that as you could
possibly get. The stimulation of Ben's touch, and the sight of his boy
pole, twitching like that; oh man... "Ben stop..." I breathed, pulling his
hand from my dick.
"I'm sorry..." He said awkwardly. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No dude. Are you kidding; it felt so good I was about to cum... I
don't wanna' squirt just yet. God that felt so friggin amazing." I was
actually breathing heavily.
"You can touch mine if you want..." Ben suggested eagerly, hopefully. I
wanted that more than anything. With a huge smile on my face, I reached
over and tentatively wrapped my own fingers around Ben's warm young stick.
"Ohh man..." he sighed at my touch. I may have done the same; this was
sooo awesome. Anxiously I ran my index finger over the pee slit on the tip
of his glans; smearing the drop of his precum. I shivered again; holy shit
this was so hot...
I saw Benjamin's legs lurch a bit, and he moaned again. "Uhhhh..." he
breathed heavily. "Geeze that's so awesome Thomas..." We both smiled
happily and I continued fondling him. "Can I touch yours again?" He asked
hopefully.
"Absolutely." I almost begged. Ben wasted no time in taking hold of my
boyhood again. Eagerly he fondled my testicles, stroking softly on the
smooth skin of my scrotum. After a minute or so, he moved smoothly up my
shaft and fiddled with my spongy foreskin for a bit; rolling it playfully
in his fingers. Experimenting, he slowly peeled me back, exposing my
glistening wet, purple glans for his fingers to explore. I think it was
heaven for both of us.
"I like this." Ben smiled a naughty little smile. To which I quickly
agreed, with a vigorous nod of my head. "Thomas... Does mine look like
yours? I mean, except for the circumcised thing?" He questioned. I looked
from one to the other, comparing the two.
"Pretty much, I think. Yours is like, straiter, and mine has a little
curve in it."
"Mm hmm. I felt that." Ben nodded.
"And, well... The tip of mine is kinda purplish, and yours is pinker I
guess." Ben glanced my direction and giggled. I did too.
"This is so cool." He grinned boyishly, as he continued to fondle my
boyhood. I could feel myself building up toward orgasm. I didn't know if
this was really weird, because without intending to, he was sort jacking me
off like this. But the thing is, I wanted him to do it; and it just felt
too good to stop him.
Instead, I moved my hand, and totally started jacking him off as well.
He turned his head toward me, maybe surprised at what I was doing. But he
didn't stop me. In fact, he moaned and his legs began twitching against
mine; our soft feet rubbing and tangling together.
After several minutes, I heard Ben squeak a little, and he squirmed as
he began to moan. "Uhhhh, Uhh, Uhhhhh... Thomas, I'm... I'm gonna..."
But before he could finish the statement, I felt his penis swell in my
hand; and I watched wide eyed as a pulse of sticky boy sauce spurted upward
from his dick.
It was simply too much for me to take; and in the next instant I felt
the massive surge of my own hot semen course through me, squirting upward
out of my young cocklet. Both Ben and I shot several more watery spurts;
but like Ben, I didn't see them. My eyes were squeezed shut in pleasurable
ecstasy.
With the electric shock of orgasm finally over, we both sort of
collapsed; leaning against each other, and each of us still holding onto
the other's warm dick. Ben moved his head a little, resting it against my
shoulder and upper chest.
It was amazing, and a pleasurable shudder overtook me. Oh my god, the
warmth of his naked skin, snuggled up to me... His hand was still
clutching my semi hard boy stick, and I finally opened my eyes and looked
down at his sticky little fingers; my thin boy sperm dribbled all over
them.
Then I looked over at my hand, it was much the same; my forefinger and
thumb glistened with Ben's wet seed. I lifted my fingers close to my face,
sniffing his young baby batter. I had smelled mine before, even tasted it,
but I was excited to compare mine to his...
Touching the wetness to my lips, I sort of smeared it gently on them. I
don't know why, it sounds kinda weird I guess; but I was just caught up in
how sensual and erotic this all felt.
Ben lifted his hand away from my dick, and I watched as his own
curiosity pulled him in. He drew his fingers up, and sniffed the fragrance
of my ejaculate. He hesitated for a moment, and then turned toward me.
"Thomas. Have you ever... Well, thought about..."
"Tasting it?" I finished for him. Benjamin got a surprised expression
on his face, and then smiled shyly at me.
"Ya..." He said. "Is that weird?"
"Nu-uhh... I mean, I don't think so. You know what Ben? I already
tried it." I confessed. Ben's head turned abruptly toward me; eyes wide.
"No shit..?" He asked.
"I'm serious dude." I told him. "It's really not bad." I watched as
Ben rubbed his sticky fingers together, considering it. Then, after
another quick sniff, he extended his tongue, touching it to the sticky
residue.
"Hmm... That doesn't taste bad at all." He commented with a little
grin, and then he licked the rest of it from his fingers. "Kinda sweet
isn't it..." He smiled. Then he reached over and took my young prick in
his fingers again. I did the same, and we sat there gently holding each
other.
We both giggled playfully, and snuggling closer together we closed our
eyes. Things might have gone further that night, but as we lay together
like that, eventually both of us drifted off to sleep.
I woke up needing to take a pee several hours later; but I lay there for
a moment, just looking at Ben in the dim glow being cast by my nightlight.
He was still snuggled up to me with his arm draped comfortably over my
chest; his soft breathing tickling my neck with each gentle exhale. I
don't know what was going on with me, but I knew somehow that the feelings
I was having for Ben were special.
I remembered back to what Benjamin had told me shortly after we had met.
I had asked him why he was always touching people. He said, that since he
couldn't see, he felt alone a lot of the time; even when people were right
there with him.
He told me that it felt like he was invisible; and when he touched
someone, well, that's when it felt like he was really there. That's when
he was connected to them. I smiled softly, and slipped my hand over his.
"I'm here with you Ben." I whispered softly. "You're never alone... And
you'll never be invisible to me." I decided I really didn't need to get up
after all, and I put my arm around him and snuggled in even closer.
End of part two...
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