Ben-Sexual Pt. 02

##Tristan

We made it three steps past the doorway before he pressed me against the wall and his mouth descended on mine. I had barely made the drive home without touching myself. I had barely fumbled my keys from my pocket as he hovered behind me. I opened my mouth for him and his tongue slid inside. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes. I gripped his sweater as I let him tease my mouth with his tongue. My dick pulsed and I was getting sloppy wet.

My eyes snapped open as my thoughts drifted down to the place between my legs. Fuck. I pressed against him, making his mouth unlatch from mine. I took a hard breath, my mouth wanting his again as soon as it left. Focus Tristan. I stuttered out, "Boundaries. Protection."

His voice was hoarse, "Right."

I caught my breath. "I just wanted to make it clear I'm keeping my binder on. And I don't want to be penetrated in my..."

"Alright. I want oral and anal sex. I- *need* to top tonight, Tristan." His voice was just the right amount of desperate.

I shook my head in agreement. "Um... I have condoms and lube. And gloves."

He nodded. "I get tested regularly since I'm sexually active."

"I just got tested too. I'd be more comfortable if we used protection."

"Of course. I intended to use a condom when fucking you, regardless. You may use a condom to blow me if you wish."

My brain reeled. He was an experienced top and he was going to *fuck* my ass. A shudder worked down my body at the thought. God I was in over my head. Matt never fucked my ass. Thank god I started using plugs recently.

His finger worked down my cheek. He took a steeling breath. "I take it you would like a shower."

I was shaking between the nerves and anticipation. "Yes- I wasn't prepared for this to happen."

"Neither was I. I'm glad you have supplies."

I offered my house to him. "Help yourself to anything you need. The bathroom is back to the right. I'll be out in a few minutes."

I spent the shower soaping the salt off my skin and trying to quell my nerves. I had an incredibly hot guy in my house and I have no idea how we got here. We agreed to just talk and somehow now we were going to fuck. I even offended him and we still ended up here. Were we both that horny? Was he going to blow me too? I hoped so. I washed my ass, knowing that was happening for sure. I was hard the whole shower even through the nerves.

I put my binder and boxers back on. I put my muscle shirt back on, self-conscious with just the binder on. The bedroom light was on. I stepped in and gasped. He was shirtless, laying on my bed and reading one of my stonewall riot autobiographies. He peered at me, at my bare legs and his gaze darkened. He lifted the book and said, "I hope you don't mind. I see books and have a tendency to read them."

That was hot. Okay, maybe I was super hard too but... "It's perfectly fine."

He set the book aside on my nightstand and stood. The lube, condoms, gloves and an empty glass of water sat on the nightstand. My cheeks flushed at the sight of his chest, knowing what came next. His voice carried humor as he said, "I had hoped going shirtless would ease some of your nerves."

His planes of his chest were stunning. I immediately wanted to put my hands on his skin. Especially the tuft of hair between his pecs. My stomach was tense as I bit my lip. He slid his hand down his stomach. "Did it work?"

God I was so hard. My dick was painfully stiff in my boxers. "You are really hot, Ben."

A long finger extended toward me and curled, beckoning me to him. I drifted to him, red down to my collarbones. He put my face in his hands. "You are incredibly sexy, Tristan. And cute when flustered."

I averted my eyes, embarrassed. He took my hands in his and put them on his chest. His iron eyes held mine as my fingers ran over his pecs and ribs. I made a point to put my fingers in the hair on his chest, feeling the fine black hair in my hand. His hands let mine go and hovered over my back. Those long hands cupped my ass. My nose drug along his jaw as I hissed in a breath.

He teased my ear, "Your ass is so nice Tristan."

I caught his mouth in a kiss, wanting to taste him again. His tongue teased mine with long purposeful strokes. My hand hovered down the planes of his torso and slid over his khakis. His bulge pressed against the zipper of his pants, telling me how much he wanted me too.

My nerves would only draw more tight the longer I stalled. I would be too preoccupied with a cock in my mouth to be nervous, at least that's what I hoped. I thought about how there was no way I would give him the best blowjob he ever had. I wanted his dick in my mouth and he wanted that too. I hoped that was enough for him. I just needed to get to the part where I was pleasuring him and I would be fine. I was already so hard it hurt.

I got to my knees for him. His nostrils flared as he looked down at me. I bit my lip as I looked at him and put my hands on the button to his pants. He gave me an encouraging smile. I took it as permission and unbuttoned his pants. My stomach was a jumble as I unzipped his khakis, revealing his black boxers. I lost a contact the last time I gave head, leading to an awkward hunt killing the moment. I hoped that didn't happen this time. I slid his pants down his long legs, admiring his curly dark pubes as I revealed them. I adored body hair. It was a weird thing of mine that I disliked shaved bodies. His cock was purple at the head as it sprung free from his boxers. God it was thick. My mouth watered just looking at it's thick girth under a turgid head wet with precum. He was circumcised, not that it mattered to me.

I couldn't resist immediately putting it in my hands, one on the shaft and the other cupping his sac. I gave it a couple lazy strokes. I massaged his sac gently, giving him time to stop me if he didn't like it. I wasn't trying to be a tease but I wanted him to wait just a little for my mouth. I put my thumb along the ridge and rubbed it along the rim of the head. I touched the smooth part of his sac in the back, listening for his voice. I stoked him slow and seductively, my hand loose, my wrist limp. The motion was to make him harder, not make him cum. He loosed a long breath. He had been quiet this whole time, bearing with my teasing.

He voice was low, full of want, "Your mouth Tristan."

I thumbed his slit in response, hearing him hiss. I gave him a coy remark, "So impatient, Ben."

I nuzzled the space between his testicles, taking a deep breath of his salt, cedar and smoke scent. I suckled on the textured part of his sac, still gentle and slow. I cupped one of his nuts with my tongue, giving it slow strokes.

"You've already teased me, handsome. When you put your fingers in my mouth. I've been hard since." He admitted to me.

My cock pulsed with my insides, hot moisture running down my thigh. Fuck that's hot.

I gave him a playful look as I ran my tongue along his quivering length. I flicked the tip of my tongue along the v where the ridges of the head met before circling the tip with my tongue. He hissed in a breath again. I lapped up the bead of precum on the slit, savoring his heady flavor.

"You are such a tease, Tristan. I need to feel the inside of your mouth."

I relented and gave him what he wanted. I slowly parted my lips and leisurely slid his cock into my mouth. He spread my jaw open, flattening my tongue as I took the length of his cock all the way in my mouth. He barked a curse as my nose touched his pubes. I paused, let my mouth adjust to it's intrusion and letting him feel me around him. He filled me so comfortably, my mouth satisfyingly full of cock. When I started moving, I traced the veins along his length with my tongue.

I became enthralled by servicing him this way, bobbing vigorously along his length. I was full of his scent and taste, feeling him in my hands and hearing his hoarse breaths. It aroused me even more than I was already, dick pining and insides dripping down onto my thighs. My nipples and cock peaked every time I filled my mouth with him until I became painfully aware of them. I couldn't help but dip a hand underneath the hem of my boxers, putting my dick in my fingers. I stroked in time with my sucking, noises escaping my throat.

I felt his hand in my hair. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Are you turned on, Tristan?"

I nodded on his dick, unwilling to let it leave my mouth.

His response was a moan from his lips.

As I stroked my firm, aching dick more vigorously, I blew him equally hurried. Soft slow licking became hard quick sucking. He grunted, his hand gripping my hair. I groaned with the pain in my scalp. My form got sloppy in my arousal, spit gathering on my lips and chin. Sucking became slurping as I struggled to keep focus on the task of stroking my own cock while his dick was in my mouth. He shoved the tip of his dick against my tonsils and I almost came undone. I let out a burbling moan around his cock as my eyes rolled back in my head. Fuck he felt good. This feeling is why I could never be straight. I loved lapping the honeyed liquor from between Katherine's silken thighs *and* I loved a mouth full of throbbing cock. I loved using my mouth to please others, feeling them give into what my mouth was doing for them.

He jammed me back down on his entire length. I went willingly, wanting nothing more than to be full of him again.

He whined, "God. It's been too long. I'm close already."

I felt pleased at myself for pushing him to this. I didn't let up. In fact, I only grew more voracious, clutching his thigh as I sucked with abandon. Spit dribbled on my shirt as his cock rubbed along my swollen lips and down my greedy tongue. He stopped me, grabbing my cheeks in his hand. I panted as I looked up at him. He was panting, his cheeks flushed and grey eyes swimming in his need to cum.

He gritted out, "May I come in your mouth?"

Fuck. Yes. Please. I nodded vigorously, already wanting his thick spunk on my tongue.

It was a bark from his mouth, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

God he was hot like this. Needy and demanding. I opened my mouth wide for him, placing my tongue under the head of his dick. He jerked his hand along his dick roughly as I waited for his cum in my mouth like a good boy. His face became feral in his nearing orgasm, his lips in his teeth and brows pinched together. I stopped touching my own dick for the moment, needing his cum more.

He growled, "Look at me." My eyes met his. He gripped my hair harder.

My eyes burned and swam with my own want of him.

"You are so fucking sexy, Tristan."

My expression softened. I spoke with his cock against my lips, "You are so hot Ben. Please cum for me."

He did. A few firm strokes and I barely got my tongue under his cock again in time for him to yell out his orgasm. His dick flexed and a hot rope of cum hit the roof of my mouth. Oh fuck. His face pinched as his dick pulsed, sending even more hot cum on my tongue. My own body reacted to his own, every inch of me sensitive and aching. I let him finish coating my tongue in spunk before I let him go. I swished his cum around in my mouth to taste him before swallowing it. I licked my jizz and spit covered lips. He was thick and malty, a little salty and bitter. Fuck that was incredible. I can't believe I made him cum with my mouth so quick.

He heaved through his breaths, bent over as his body rode out his orgasm. My knees creaked as I stood, letting him lean against me. His forehead bumped against my shoulder as he breathed out, "God. It's been awhile. You are really good at giving head."

I chuckled. "I'm not that good. I almost gagged."

He puffed out, "You should let me be the judge of that considering I was last in your mouth."

"But maybe a little orgasm-brain biased." I teased.

I watched him stand straight, his hand cradling my head as his face hovered over mine. "Yes, but you just swallowed my whole load."

His words sent shivers down my body, my dick perking up again. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, roaming around for the taste of him that lingered there. I gave him a couple lip kisses as he straightened again.

He gave me a sly smirk, "It's your turn, handsome. Assuredly I won't be able to compete with that performance but I'll be damned if I don't try."

My stomach twisted up again. "You don't have to. I don't need to cum."

"I told you I would worship your ass, Tristan. I'm a man of my word." He caressed my cheek with his thumb. I blushed in his hands. "Now on the bed, lover, legs open for me."

I was red to my collarbones as he pushed my knees up to my ribs, exposing everything between my legs to him. He had already stripped off my boxers, giving me the sultriest look after he gazed upon the hair above my sex. I was still painfully hard and soaking wet even embarrassed about my nudity. I laid my head against the pillows as he pushed my knees up further, spreading my ass for him. God he was hot, naked and poised above my body. His face had taken on a rosy glow after he came, his skin warm and pink from his face to his thighs. His grey hair fell across his forehead from its gelled place on top. His long fingers held my hair-speckled thighs over my hips. My leg hair came back in force after I started taking T, thick and brown from my thighs to my feet. It made me a little self-conscious. I even had hair on my ass now. Surely most bottoms shaved, right?

His face lowered between my legs, making me shake in some mixture of nerves and anticipation. He laid upon the bed, face between my cheeks. Oh god, was he going to- I felt his lips brush against my pinched entrance and almost jumped out of my skin. He stopped when I jumped.

"Are you okay?" There was genuine concern in his voice.

I tried to calm down. "Yeah. Sorry. I've only been rimmed maybe... like once before."

"Oh. Would you like me to stop?" He was serious. I could tell.

"No. Sorry. It's okay." I managed to stammer out.

He continued, markedly slower. His tongue slowly swept along the delicate, sensitive skin around my hole. I shivered, a hard breath escaping me. He tongued the entrance, more shudders working up my spine. He nipped my cheeks, making me jump again. "Somebody's sensitive."

I blushed. I wasn't used to such attention on my ass. Jill went straight for my dick and Matt just wanted to fuck my sex all the time. Katherine sucked me off too but with her, it was a whole damn experience. I wondered if she would rim me if I asked her to. I wondered if she would let me rim her. Would Ben?

Ben began giving my ass mouthy, wet kisses. His tongue abraded my hole as his lips pursed against my overly sensitive skin. I was able to relax, my body sinking against the mattress as his mouth worked on me. It felt good, his mouth on such a sensory place on my body. He got into it, his tongue moving rigorously against my textured entrance. He groaned in his throat as he gripped my thighs. I slipped under the tide of lust with him, his own desire fueling my own. My breaths became labored as my body became hot. I stared at the ceiling above my bed, emptying my head as this gorgeous man ate my ass.

My dick hurt in my need to touch it. I was a mess between my legs, gaping and soaked. I ached from my stomach to my ass, having held onto this need for hours. Any longer and I would even beg to be fucked. I gripped the sheets, needing Ben to give me release. God I ached. "Please Ben. Please touch my dick."

I heard him grunt. His head rose, his eyes playful. He spread my legs to admire my hard dick. It pulsed at his gaze, rising to meet it. My voice was desperate, "Please."

"So needy, Tristan. It's like you've been teased for hours." He was picking on me.

I begged, "I have. I've been hard since the bar."

His head lowered between my legs. I shook as anticipation licked up my spine. "It's so unfair, being made to wait so long to be touched."

His breath warmed my dick, my muff and hole. I arched into it, crying in desperation.

My yell echoed off the walls as his tongue grazed the tip of my aching cock. My back bent and my toes curled. Pleasure ripped up my midsection, strangling my brain in rapturous, consuming need.

He stopped again and I almost fucking cried, so strung out with the need to cum. I squeezed my eyes shut against the tide of desperation in me. I heard the snap of a glove. I opened my eyes and watched Ben squeeze lube on his gloved fingers. He massaged the cool gel into my hole as his mouth hovered over my cock again. I was going to be a pre-mie by the time he put my dick in his mouth as pent up as I was. His tongue slid over my cock, eliciting another cry from me. His slick finger stretched me out, embedding in my insides. Every lap of his tongue on my dick sent electric pleasure up my body, emptying my brain and lungs. I was instantly hypersensitive and overwhelmed between his finger and tongue. He was licking me slow and steady, wet and soft. He curled his finger inside me, applying pressure to my insides that made me pant. I arched and writhed, fiery edging pleasure filling my brain and body. He slipped a second finger inside me, a fresh sensation of being stretched filling the space open between laps of his tongue. His mouth moved down, catching some of my wetness I was leaking in his lips. His tongue slipped against my folds, tasting the slick glaze over them. Sudden waves of ecstasy filled me as I edged ever closer to my climax. My hands found his hair and I wove my fingers in his peppered strands.

I grew so desperate, so feverish with my need for release, I rutted against his touches. He cooed at me, "Tell me what you need, Tristan."

I was shrill as I begged, "My cock. Please."

His mouth descended on my dick, licking and sucking. I bent back again, my body on fire as his mouth sent wave after wave of ecstasy under my skin. His fingers pumped into me roughly, sending shivers up my spine. The sensations warred in my brain between my cock and ass, both keen and intense enough to force my brain to register them in the onslaught of sensation. I lost my composure, bucking my hips and gripping Ben's hair. I begged for him, I *begged* for him to keep going.

When I came, it was like a fucking train wreck inside me. I exploded in his mouth. I screamed my release for the whole building to hear. My orgasm tore me apart, gripping my insides with iron and fury. I surrendered, crying out against the waves of ecstasy and agony. Heaven floated in my vision. I felt weightless. Formless. Like everything and nothing.

I was left numb and breathless when it finally let me go. When Ben let me go. I meandered back into thoughts, laying on my warm bed half naked. I hardly processed anything Ben said as he threw the glove away.

I was not an irrational man. But as I laid there, staring at his stunning smiling face after *that,* I damn near asked him to marry me.