Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
He rocked into me, my body quivering, my legs shaking. My balls tightened, I could feel the edge getting closer and closer with every thrust that buried Benji deeper inside me.
“That’s it, oh fuck, fuck, baby.” My cock slapped against my stomach with every time Benji plunged into me. He rubbed against my prostate with every thrust, sliding over it, pressing it down, and my cock leaked onto the rug beneath me.
Then he slowed down, and he pulled out completely. I was left with an insatiable need to have him back inside me.
“Flip over, onto your back.”
The command still dripped from his voice. A delicious shiver rolled down my spine. I got on my back, my legs still trembling as I opened for him. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs higher, my wet hole ready for him. I grabbed my dick and stroked, squeezing out another clear thread of precome as Benji lined himself up.
His gaze seemed clouded over with lust. He kissed my foot, my ankle, nipping at the skin as his cock pushed back in, meeting no resistance. His lips turned into the shape of an O as he sheathed himself inside me, balls-deep. My heart beat with anticipation as Benji gave me what I wanted, picking up the speed, thrusting into me, making my entire body shake under him with every fuck.
I looked at Benji and nearly lost it. His body, slick with sweat, was unbelievably hot. His six-pack rippled with every rock of his hips, his chest dripping with sweat beads, his shoulders broad and his arms flexing as they held my legs up in the air.
I couldn’t take it. I crashed into my climax, shouting out as I grabbed my cock, ropes of come shooting through the air. My hole pulsed around Benji. He continued to fuck me, pushing it out of me. His grip tightened around my legs as he dropped his head back and matched my shout with one of his own.
He came, filling the condom, twitching and spasming with every shot inside me.
When he finished, he caved inward, falling on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, the two of us smiling even though we were soaking wet messes.
“Fuck,” Benji said, breathless, lips lazily pressed against mine.
“Fuck,” I parroted. I felt sore in the best way possible.
“I think that makes up for those six years, huh?”
“I’m not so sure. I think that probably counted for about two.”
“So, by that math…”
“Yup, at least two more times tonight.”
He kissed me again, his hands slowly rubbing up and down my sides.
“Plus, since we’re boyfriends now, that’s kind of in the description,” I said, as if he needed a reminder.
I know I sure as hell don’t.
This felt right. Beyond right. This felt predestined. Like everything, even the speed bumps and detours, were all leading to this very moment. Maybe it was the only way this could have come to fruition, this connection between us. Maybe if we had explored it sooner, it would have crumbled and cracked. The six years that separated tonight from our first time together was bitter, no doubt about that, but what if we needed that time apart to truly appreciate this time we had together now?
“I think I can handle that responsibility.” Benji’s came between us, and he playfully cupped my balls, rolling them.
“Oh, I know you can.”
We kissed again, rolling on the floor, moving to the bed at some point. Not sure when exactly. All I was sure of was that Benji and I were meant to be. Nothing could tear us apart, and nothing could ruin the intense high I rode with Benji as my boyfriend. My one.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Well… except maybe one thing.
That fucking tape.
21
Benjamin Gold
Waking up in my boyfriend’s arms for the past couple of weeks felt like heaven. I loved it. Things started finally feeling right in my life. And not only because of Rex, but also because I’d gotten help for my depression. Weekly therapy sessions helped exponentially, and I was already beginning to feel the effect of the medication. Sometimes, chemicals just go haywire, and they need a little help getting back on track. No one would leave a live wire sparking in the wind; they’d call an electrician and get it fixed as fast as possible.
That’s what I felt happening in my own head. Like the wires were beginning to reform, connecting in a way that allowed me to feel again. A lot of the common thoughts of depression hitch it together with a deep sadness, but I had found that I couldn’t even experience the sadness, much less the happiness or excitement or thrills that life normally had to offer.
Not anymore. I was beginning to experience it all, although I had to admit that the one emotion taking center stage lately was mainly arousal. If that even classified as an emotion.