Big Ben by robcub32 from Literotica

"Benji! Get your fuckin' ass in here," Mr. Boothe shouted from his office.

Mr. Booth was yelling for me again.

My name is Ben, short for Benjamin. Benjamin Carter. I'm 24 years old. I have blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm pretty short at only 5'7" and a little bit too skinny. I don't think I'm anything special to look at. I'm painfully shy and I'm not the most manly of guys, and being gay doesn't help, especially given my work environment.

I've worked at Ace's Trucking and Storage Company for the past five years. I started out as a shipping clerk on the dock, then got promoted to dispatcher two years ago. Because there was already a Big Ben and a Little Ben working here when I started, I got the unfortunate luck of being called Benji.

We have a huge storage warehouse that companies rent for overflow inventory. We have a group of drivers that make those transfers throughout the day, plus a handful of warehouse workers that drive pallet jacks and load and unload trucks. Most of our routes are local to the surrounding counties, but we do have the occasional long haul. As a dispatcher, I help plan the transfers and routes for the truck drivers.

One of the truckers that used to work here knew my dad. Dad was not the most supportive of me, to put it mildly. Unfortunately, he told my co-worker I was a 'fag'. It did not take long for it spread all over the company.

All of my co-workers ignore me for the most part. I don't mind it too much, since I have always been a loner.

Upon hearing Mr. Boothe yelling for me, the other dispatcher, Mona, looked at me and shrugged. Mona was a 40-something single lady who dressed like she was in her twenties. Not that she wasn't good looking. She had a nice figure and was pretty, but she gave off that cougar vibe. She was dating one of the young truckers, a guy in his late twenties.

I got up from my desk and walked into Mr. Boothe's office.

Mr. Boothe was a handsome man in his forties. I've always had a little bit on an attraction to older guys, and Mr. Booth was undeniably hot. He had hazel eyes, brown thinning hair with a goatee and moustache. He was built big, with a little bit of a pot belly. Unfortunately, his personality was so repulsive that it negated any hotness or attraction that I could have felt for him. He was mean and homophobic and he scared the crap out of me.

"Y-y-yes, sir?" I stammered as I stepped in front of his desk.

"You fucked up Chuck's route," he groused.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Yeah, you're sorry. Now apologize. Christ, you are fucking worthless. Get the fuck out of my office!"

Mr. Boothe threw the route sheets at me. I picked them up and returned to my desk. I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to figure out what I did wrong on Chuck's route.

I knew I wasn't the smartest guy, but I thought I did a good job. The manager before Mr. Boothe always told me I did a great job. He said I was the best dispatcher he knew and that I knew the business and the routes like the back of my hand. He was always kind and supportive. Unfortunately, he quit for a better job out of state and they promoted Boothe. Boothe was always so mean to me and I couldn't help but get nervous and flustered around him, which only made it worse.

I looked over the route papers and I found the mistake and corrected it in the computer system. It was a minor mistake and it only took him off route by a few miles. I don't think it deserved the treatment I got.

As lunch time came around, I picked up my brown lunchbag and the paperback book I was reading and walked to the break room.

"Don't let him get to you, Benji," Mona said as we walked down the hall. "But you know he's going through a divorce, so maybe cut him some slack."

'Yeah, sure. He doesn't cuss YOU out on a daily basis,' I thought.

I simply sighed. "I guess..."

Mona joined her boyfriend and the two of them sat next to each other and snuggled up together.

I sat at my customary table in the back corner, by myself. As always.

As I pulled out my peanut butter sandwich and slowly ate, a handful of drivers and warehouse guys came in for their lunch break. I listened to their loud conversations as I ate my sandwich. I was still a little hungry when I finished. Maybe I would get something from the machine. I looked in my wallet to see how much I had left for the week. Eight dollars. I decided to save my money. It was only Tuesday and I had to make it last until Friday.

I folded up my paper bag and put it in my back pocket to reuse. I picked up my book and started reading where I left off.

I was lost in my book when I heard the clunk of cowboy boots entering the room. I looked up to see Big Ben strutting in. He sat down by himself as usual and pulled out his lunch from a plastic grocery store bag and quickly dug in.

Even though Little Ben quit long ago, everyone still called him Big Ben, at least they did so behind his back. Ben's nickname was well deserved. He was indeed big. He was like an ogre. He was 6'6" tall and muscular, but not muscular like a body builder, but built big and thick and brawny. I'd guess he was in his early thirties. Ben was rugged and not what I would call handsome. Okay, he was downright ugly. He had big bullish neck, a squarish jaw and a crooked nose that must have been broken more than once. His bottom teeth were pretty crooked as well. He had a scar in his left eyebrow. He had dark auburn red hair cut into a 'high and tight' military fashion. He usually had a few days of beard growth because he didn't shave regularly. Ben also had a sweat problem when it was hot. The armpits of his shirts would always be stained with sweat and I could smell his BO when he'd come near. It was kind of gross, but I actually felt bad for him. He was quiet and kept to himself. He almost seemed shy. He always had a scowl on his ugly mug that made him look scary and unapproachable.

I always did his routes, so I would see him at my desk nearly every day. Unlike all of the other macho assholes that worked here, and despite his scowling appearance, he was actually kind of nice to me. The scowl would disappear when we made small talk at my desk and his voice would be quieter, though still deep and rumbling. I sometimes wondered if his gruff demeanor was an act to keep people away.

I glanced over at him and he was lost in thought, chewing his sub sandwich. I smiled to myself and tried not to giggle when I saw the blob of mustard on his chin. He was a messy eater. I returned to my book with a smile on my face.

***

A couple of days later, Mr. Boothe asked me to work late. I didn't have anything better to do, other than sit in my cold apartment alone. And I sure could use the overtime.

Everyone had gone by 5:00 and I was sitting at my desk working on new customer data when Mr. Boothe yelled for me to get him a cup of coffee. I went to the break room and grabbed a styrofoam cup. The coffee seemed really old, so I dumped it and made a new pot.

I brought the cup to Mr. Boothe and set it on his desk. Mr. Boothe had pulled off his tie and unbuttoned a couple of his shirt buttons. The thick brown hair on his chest was on display and I couldn't help but look.

It reminded me of the only guy I had ever gone all the way with, Dan. Dan was one of Dad's poker buddies. He seduced me and became my first (and only) lover. I believed him when he said he cared about me. After several months, I discovered that I was not his only 'boy toy' as he called me. When I confronted him, I was in tears. He laughed at me. He was cruel and selfish. I was devastated and vowed never to see him ever again.

"What the fuck took you so long?" Mr. Boothe snapped, waking me from my day dream.

"S-s-sorry," I stammered. "I had to make a fresh pot."

"I don't fuckin' care. Quit making excuses. You're as bad as my god damned soon-to-be ex-wife."

"I'm doing the best that I can, Mr. Boothe," I whimpered.

Mr. Boothe stood up and slapped me across the face. I gasped and stepped back in shock, tears falling from my face.

"Don't back talk me, boy. You're gonna start crying now? Fucking ******."

"I-I-I... I'm trying. Honest."

"I am so fucking sick of you. You can't fucking do anything right. But I'll bet you know how to suck cock, don't you? Yeah. You're gonna suck my cock right now, bitch."

Mr. Boothe grabbed the back of my hair and pulled. I yelped in pain, trying to grab at his arm. He yanked me down to my knees, holding me in place while he undid his pants with the other hand.

"Mr. Boothe, please," I begged and cried. "You're hurting me!"

He pulled out his hard dick. He was about 5 inches long and pretty thick. I gasped and tried to back away.

"No, I don't want to!" I cried.

"You'll fucking do it if you want to keep your job," he spat.

An evil grin spread across his face and he added in quiet menacing voice, "And don't even think of telling anyone. No one will believe you if you try to tell."

He gripped my head tight and rubbed his dripping cock all over my face. I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on my hair and I cried out. He shoved his cock into my mouth and grabbed my head with both of his hands and mercilessly pumped in and out of my mouth.

"Suck it, bitch!"

Tears ran down my cheeks as I did as he asked. I steadied myself with my hands on his thighs and I sucked him. A few minutes later he was grunting and groaning.

"I'm gonna fucking come in your mouth, cocksucker! Ah, fuck!"

He grabbed my head and held tight as he spurt a huge load of come into my mouth. I choked and had no choice but to swallow it, though some of it dripped down onto my chin.

When he finished, he roughly pushed me away, knocking me flat onto my back. He looked down at me with a smirk as he put himself away and zipped up his pants.

"Well, at least now I know you're actually good at something. But I don't think I can put that on your performance review," he chuckled. "Now get the fuck out of here."

I choked back a sob and got up and ran out of the office to the bathroom. I washed my face and then grabbed my jacket and hurried down to the bus stop. It was a cold spring day in April and it was raining of course. I stood in the cold rain, huddling my arms around myself. At least with the rain pouring down on my head, it would disguise the tears that poured from my eyes.

When the bus arrived at my stop, I quickly walked down the block to my tiny apartment. I lived in the old downtown area. My apartment was one of the two small apartments above an old Italian deli. The deli owner was also my landlord. He didn't seem to like me very much. Or maybe he was just crabby. I don't know. I didn't care. It was about the only place I could afford on what I made at work and it was close to the bus route.

***

If I was scared and nervous around Mr. Boothe before, I was absolutely terrified of him now. I would scurry out of his way when he came near. When he spoke, I would practically jump out of my skin.

I kept to myself even more after that, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

He seemed to be ignoring me for the most part, and I was glad for that. He would still yell and berate me daily, but he didn't make any physical moves towards me.

Until about a week later. He had been on the phone all morning arguing loudly with his wife and lawyers about the divorce.

Towards the end of the day, I got a call for an emergency inventory transfer. I printed out the pack list and the order and headed back to the trucker's lounge. I was happy to get the break and get up from my desk and walk around.

I stepped into the lounge and gave the paperwork to one of the truckers.

I was explaining to him that it needed to go to their warehouse before the end of the day, when Mr. Boothe stomped in. He glared at me. "Benji! My office. Now!"

The truckers started snickering. I saw the hungry look in Mr. Boothe's eyes and I started shaking. He stormed over to me and grabbed me by the arm and jerked me and pushed me towards the door.

"I said fucking now," he grumbled.

I caught Big Ben's eyes as I hurried past. He furrowed his brow and frowned and I quickly looked away.

Mr. Boothe shut the door to his office and locked it after pushing me inside. I backed away from him into the corner. He walked up to me, unzipping his pants. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed hard, pushing me to my knees.

"On your knees, bitch," he husked. "You know what to do."

I hesitated and he lifted his hand like he was going to hit me.

"Open your fucking mouth!" he growled through closed teeth.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as he shoved his hard cock into me. I wanted to get it over with as quick as possible, so I sucked hard and started moving my head. He grabbed my head and quietly grunted as he held my head tight and fucked my mouth until he came. Only after I swallowed did he let go.

"Get the fuck out," he said as he stepped back and put himself away.

I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with my sleeve and ran to the door. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't turn or open.

"It's fucking locked," Mr. Boothe grumbled. "Jesus Christ, are you fucking retarded?"

I unlocked the door and hurried to the bathroom and shut myself into a stall and quietly sobbed. After I got myself under control, I rinsed my face in the sink. My eyes were bloodshot and my cheeks were red and I looked awful. I dried my face with a paper towel, then blew my nose. As I pushed open the door to the bathroom, I bumped into Ben.

He grabbed my arm with his meaty paw and I flinched. I couldn't look him in the face.

"You okay?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," I replied hoarsely and hurried back to my desk.

I sat at my desk on the verge of tears for the rest of the day. I kept my eye on the clock praying for 4:30 to come around so that I could go home and crawl into bed.

***

The next Monday at lunch, I sat quietly at my table in the back. It was just after payday, so over the weekend I was able to buy some bologna and cheese slices, as well as a bunch of bananas.

I slowly ate my sandwich, while praying that Mr. Boothe would leave me alone for the rest of the day. I heard him arguing with his wife on the phone about the divorce and I knew he would be in a really grumpy mood. The thought of him wanting me to... service... him again brought tears to my eyes.

I looked up and saw Ben watching me as he ate what looked to be leftover stew out of a tupperware container. I looked down at my sandwich and finished the last bite. I peeled back the banana and was eating it when I heard from the next table.

"Carl. Check out Benji," Chuck laughed.

"Hey, Benji," Carl shouted. "When you're done going down on that banana, I got something bigger here for ya."

Carl grabbed his crotch and squeezed it a couple times. Carl, Chuck and all of the other truckers started laughing at me. My lower lip quivered and I tried to hold in the tears. I hated that I was such a wimp, that I let him get to me like that.

I heard a chair push back and looked up to see Ben walk over to Carl and punch him across the jaw, knocking Carl onto the floor.

Carl looked up at him, rubbing his jaw. "What the fuck, man!"

Ben stood over him and growled, "Pick on someone your own size, or better yet, just keep your fucking mouth shut."

Everyone stared with jaws dropped to the floor. Ben calmly turned around and sat back down at his table. Carl got up and looked around. No one made a move to back him up or help him. They just stared at him. He spat blood on the floor, wiped his chin, then stormed out of the break room.

I looked over at Ben and gave him a shy smile. He gave me a shy smile back, then returned to eating his lunch.

I watched him for another moment. When he had smiled at me just now, he wasn't so bad looking. I don't recall ever seeing him actually smile before. I also noticed for the first time that his eyes were a bright green. His eyes cut over at me and he caught me looking. I blushed and looked down.

That afternoon, he came by my desk to get his next assignment. Ben was one of the very few truckers that did our occasional long hauls.

I gave Ben his paperwork and smiled at him. "Thanks, Ben... For what you did earlier."

I received a shock when he actually smiled back at me.

"You're welcome, Benji," he said. "If any of these guys gives you trouble, you let me know."

Yes, he wasn't so bad looking when he smiled. I watched him walk down the hall away from my desk, his cowboy boots clunking loudly on the floor. He had a nice bubble butt in his tight jeans. As he turned the corner, I saw his head turning back towards me and I quickly looked away before he could catch me.

***

Ben wouldn't be back in the office until Friday afternoon and I was a little bit worried that Carl would try to get back at me at lunch time. Luckily, no one bothered me the rest of the week. They ignored me like usual.

As 4:30 approached Friday afternoon, I was getting ready to go home, when Mr. Boothe walked up to my desk. "You're working late tonight," he growled quietly.

"P-p-please, Mr. Boothe... I don't--"

He cut me off with an angry finger in my face, then turned around and walked back into his office.

I sat at my desk shaking in fear. I wanted to get up and run out, but I needed my job. I knew I wouldn't be able to find anything that paid as well, not without a college degree. I was barely getting by as it was. I thought about telling someone what he did to me, but I didn't want everyone to know. The thought of the police and an investigation made me physically sick to my stomach.

By 4:45, everyone was gone home for the weekend.

"Get in here, boy!" Boothe yelled from his office.

I walked into the office and he told me to shut the door and lock it. I stood at the door shaking on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Get over here," he demanded.

I reluctantly walked over to his desk. When he stood up, his pants were already undone and his hard-on was already out. There was a straight porn mag on the desk flipped open to a buff guy fucking a girl up the butt. He opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a tube of KY and a condom. I gasped and looked at him with pure terror on my face.

I shook my head, "No, please, Mr. Boothe."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me behind his desk.

"No, I won't do it!"

He hauled back and slapped me hard across the face so hard it stunned me. He slapped me again, then bent me over the desk. Papers spilled all over the floor as he yanked my pants down and exposed my butt to him.

"No, please, I'll suck it for you. I promise I'll do it good," I quietly begged with tears running down my face.

"Shut the fuck up, you little ******. I need to fuck. This is the only thing you're good for and you're gonna give it up if you wanna keep your job."

Mr. Boothe tore open the condom wrapper, then smeared the cold jelly onto my butt crack and I started sobbing.

"Yeah, boy, I like to hear you cry and beg."

"No, please don't do this."

I tried to struggle and get away from him, but he held me down with one hand while I heard the other slicking up his hard cock with the jelly.

"No!" I cried out. I tried to reach back and hit or kick him, but I couldn't make contact. He yanked my hair and pulled my head back towards him. He smacked my face, then the back of my head.

With a grunt, he shoved his dick all the way into me. I screamed in pain. He grabbed a rag from his desk and shoved it into my mouth. I wailed and sobbed into the rag as he ravaged my ass.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted. "You're gonna make me come."

Fortunately, he didn't last very long. He suddenly pulled out and pushed me to the floor onto my knees. He pulled the condom off and tossed it aside. He gripped the hair on the top of my head with his left hand as his right hand flew up and down his slickened shaft. With a loud roar, he jerked my head back and shoved his bone into my mouth as he exploded. I coughed and gagged as the first blast hit the back of my throat.


When he finished, he shoved me away, knocking me to the floor.

"You've got a good ass," he said as he stuffed his slimy cock into his pants and zipped up. "I'm gonna have to keep you around. Make you my bitch."

He bent down and put his mouth to my ear, while tightening his hand around my neck. "You tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. Now get the fuck out of here."

I struggled to stand up and pull my pants up. Tears fell unchecked from my eyes and I whimpered in pain. I hurried to the door as fast as I could and unlocked it. I sobbed as I ran towards the bathroom. As I turned the corner, I ran smack into Ben. I gasped in surprise and tried to get around him. He gripped my shoulders tightly, holding me in place and looked at me with concern.

"Benji? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing! Please, let me go."

"You're crying. Your face... Did someone hit you? Your face is all red."

He wiped his hand across my chin and pulled his hand back. I gasped in horror when I saw he had semen all over his hand. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped and he quickly wiped his hand on his jeans.

Mr. Boothe shouted from down the hall, "Benji! Before you take your ****** ass home, clean this fucking mess you made in my office."

Ben looked at me and I knew instantly that he realized that I had had sex with Mr. Boothe. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

My eyes widened and I shook my head violently and grabbed a fist full of his shirt sleeve. "Oh god, oh no. Ben, please. Please, don't tell anyone. I can't lose my job!"

Ben's eyes darkened with rage and his chest heaved. "Did he r..."

Ben let out a deep breath. "Get your coat and wait outside," he said firmly.

He stormed past me and I ran and got my coat and hurried outside. I saw my bus turn the corner and I ran as fast as I could to get to the bus stop before it arrived.

Once I got home, I went right to the bathroom and pulled all of my clothes off and climbed into the shower as hot as I could stand it. I curled up in the corner and cried until the water ran cold.

As I got ready for bed, I decided that I would have to find another job. I just couldn't work there anymore with Mr. Boothe.

***

When I got to work Monday morning just before 7:00, Mr. Boothe wasn't in yet. I sat down at my desk and put my lunch in my drawer. I booted up my computer and tapped my foot nervously.

I opened my email and responded to a couple of customer inquiries. I looked up when I heard Mr. Booth unlocking his office door. He looked like hell. He had a black eye, a bandaged cheek, a split lip as well as a nasal splint over his obviously broken and swollen nose.

He made eye contact with me, then quickly looked away and disappeared into his office, shutting the door behind him.

I had just printed out my routes and manifests for the morning when I heard the clunk of cowboy boots behind me. I swiveled around in my chair to see Ben walking down the hall towards my cubicle.

"You okay?" he asked quietly. "Where did you go Friday night?"

"I'm okay. My bus was coming, so I went home."

"Oh. Well, I was... um... worried you were... uh... hurt," he said as he looked down at his feet.

"I just saw Mr. Boothe. He looked... hurt."

"He won't be bothering you again. If he does, you come tell me right away. I'll take care of it."

My eyes filled with tears and I smiled at him warmly. "Thank you, Ben," I whispered.

He looked uncomfortable and nervous. He gave me a shy smile and cleared his throat and nodded. I gave him his paperwork and he left.

Mr. Boothe completely ignored me all morning. In fact, he didn't come out of his office at all. It was the calmest, most productive day I've had at work in a really long time.

At lunch time, I went to the break room with my brown bag and book and sat down at my table. I pulled out an apple and a cheese sandwich. Well, if you can call those orange squares that come individually wrapped 'cheese'.

As I ate my lunch, I could hear people quietly gossiping about Mr. Boothe and what they thought happened to him. No one seemed to really know what happened and I was thankful for that. I would die if anyone found out.

I was about halfway through my sandwich when I heard the clopping of cowboy boots. I knew before I looked up that it was Ben. He sat down alone at his usual table and pulled a big homemade sub sandwich out of his plastic grocery bag.

I returned to my own lunch, popping the last of the cheese sandwich into my mouth, when I heard a rustling noise in front of me. I looked up to see Ben setting his stuff down at my table across from me. He pulled a plastic knife out of his bag and cut his huge sub sandwich in half. He cut one of those in half and set it on a napkin in front of me. I looked at him questioningly. He licked his fingers, then got up and went to the soda machine and got two Cokes and returned to the table. He sat down and put one of the cans in front of me and popped the other one and took a drink.

He took a big bite of his sandwich and looked at me. "Eat up," he said while chewing with his mouth full.

I smiled at him and picked up the sandwich he had given me and took a bite. It was piled high with a lot of meat and it was really good. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for me in a really long time and it made me feel good. I took a deep breath and took another bite. I looked up at him and started grinning really big. He had mustard and mayo in the cleft of his chin. I giggled softly and pointed to my chin. He looked at me confused for a second, then wiped his chin with his fingers. He looked at the white and yellow mess, then licked his fingers clean and grinned back at me and laughed lightly.

I looked at Ben in a whole new light. Big Ben wasn't so ugly when he smiled and laughed. In fact, he was quite handsome to me. When he laughed, his face softened. And those little imperfections gave his face character.

I took the opportunity to look over the rest of him. He was wearing a flannel button-down shirt, the top three buttons were undone and he wore a white 'wife-beater' tank top undershirt underneath. I could see curly auburn hair spilling out over the top of his tank top and I wondered what it would feel like to touch it.

I was feeling attracted to Ben, both emotionally and physically. He was nice to me when no one else cared. He stood up for me and I felt safe around him.

I opened the Coke he bought me and took a drink. It had been a while since I had a soda and it was really sweet, but bubbly and good. I took another drink and gave Ben a little smile.

I finished up my little piece of his sub as he was finishing his.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "That was really nice of you."

"You're welcome. You eat like a bird. I don't know how you can survive."

"Well, I'm not quite as big as you," I said with a smile and that made him laugh, which made me feel really good.

I looked at the clock and reluctantly had to go back to work. I told Ben thanks again and took care of my trash. I gave him a shy wave and smile as I left.

Sitting at my desk, I had a big grin on my face the rest of the work day.

***

Ben and I ate lunch together on Tuesday and Wednesday as well. Both days, he gave me a little piece of what he was eating. By Wednesday, we were talking more during lunch and opening up more to each other. By now I was absolutely sure that he was gay and I was pretty sure that he was attracted to me, but I quickly realized that he was almost as shy as I was.

Wednesday afternoon, he had to go on a long haul. I thought about sending Carl instead, but I realized that wouldn't be right since we had a system of how they were assigned and Ben wouldn't get paid his differential.

Friday at lunch, I was wishing I had sent Carl. I was minding my own business eating my lunch at my table as usual. I got tied up and went to lunch a little later than normal. The room started clear out about halfway through my break. Carl walked up to my table and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and he sneered at me.

"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked, mocking me in a sing-song manner.

"He's not my boyfriend," I mumbled.

"What? You just suck his cock for protection then?" he laughed.

I swallowed nervously and tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't go away.

"We're just friends," I said quietly.

He groped his crotch and I could see the outline of his semi-hard penis in his navy work pants.

He lowered his voice. "Oh yeah? Why don't ya give me a nice sloppy blow job... I'll protect ya," he said before adding chuckle.

I glared at him and tried to sound tough. "Leave me alone. Or I'll tell Ben and he'll kick your ass. Again."

He just scoffed. "Pussy."

He sneered at me and left the break room. I let out a deep breath, hoping that my threat would keep him away from me.

***

I was sitting at my desk Monday morning when I heard Ben's boots coming up the hall. I turned around to see him and I gave him a smile and he smiled back at me.

"Hey," he said quietly. He put his hands in his pockets and shifted from side to side.

"Hi," I said with a smile.

"How was your weekend?" he asked.

"It was okay. I didn't really do anything special. How 'bout you?"

Ben shrugged. "Got home yesterday. Visited my mom. Did laundry."

I gave Ben his paperwork for the day.

"See ya later," he said.

"Bye."

I watched him walk down the hall, noticing again how nicely his butt filled his blue jeans. As he turned the corner, he caught me looking and I blushed and quickly looked away.

I was a couple minutes behind leaving my desk to go to lunch. When I walked into the break-room with my brown bag, I was overjoyed to see that Ben was already sitting at my table.

"Hi, Ben," I said as I sat down.

I pulled out my bologna and cheese sandwich and took a bite.

"You always eat the same thing," Ben said with a frown. "And not much of it. Here, I made this for dinner last night."

He pushed a small plastic container in front of me and gave me a plastic fork. I popped the top and steam escaped. There was a piece of homemade lasagna in it that he had warmed up in the microwave. He opened a much larger container for himself and dug in. I realized that he had brought the second small container just for me.

I was practically drooling as I took the first bite. "Oh my god, this is really super good. You made this?"

Ben shrugged. "Yeah. I like to cook when I get a chance."

I took another bite. "Mmm."

I looked up to see him watching me enjoy his lunch and he had a big smile on his face. I returned his smile with one of my own.

I asked him about the lasagna and he told me how he made it. It was his grandma's recipe.

We talked about his haul and he told me how screwed up and disorganized they were when he arrived. I apologized, but he said it wasn't my fault. All of my paperwork was perfect.

As he was talking, I stared into his bright emerald green eyes. He stopped talking and furrowed his brow at me. I realized that I was gawking at him and I got flustered and stammered and looked down at my mostly uneaten bologna sandwich. I picked at it and ripped a piece off and ate it.

By then it was time to get back to work, so I told him I'd see him later and walked back to my desk.

When 4:30 came around, I shut down my computer and turned off my cubicle lights. As I stood up, Mr. Boothe walked out of his office. He saw me and cleared his throat and hurried past me, going out of his way to not look at me.

I stopped by the bathroom and then walked outside to catch the bus. Ben was standing outside the door with his hands in his jeans pockets, wearing a worn black leather jacket.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said, completely but pleasantly surprised.

"You, um, maybe wanna go... I don't know, I was thinking that, uh, you might wanna go get some dinner?"

He looked really nervous, biting on his lower lip. Oh my god. He was asking me out on a date. I really, really wanted to go out with Ben, but I was trying to think of how much money I had left for the week.

"Um..."

He cleared his throat. "Oh. Never mind. Forget I said anything."

He thought my hesitation meant that I was rejecting him.

"No," I quickly said. "Ben, I want to, but um..."

I let out a small breath and pulled my wallet out of my pocket and fingered through my cash. I had $24 dollars.

"As long as it's not too expensive," I said as I put my wallet back in my pocket.

"Sure. I'm not picky," he said as he patted his stomach. "Can you drive? I rode the bike today."

He rode a bike to work? He nodded towards the parking lot and I saw a Harley parked by the building. Duh. Of course he meant a motorcycle and not a bicycle. I felt like an idiot for that, but that wasn't as bad as having to admit that I took the bus.

"Um... I don't have a car. I, uh, take the bus to work."

"Oh. Well, then I guess you'll have to ride with me. Come on. You ever rode on a bike before?"

I shook my head. He could tell that I was really nervous about it and he gave me the basics and put the spare helmet on my head. He helped me get on the bike and then instructed me to wrap my arms tight around him. He drove around the parking lot slowly so that I could get used to it, then we took off. The best part about the ride was that I got to put my arms around him and hold him. I held him tightly and leaned in close against his big, strong back.

We went to a hole in the wall burger place that he liked. It was really good. The burgers were huge and they gave you lots of fries. I just got a simple cheeseburger. Ben got a steakhouse burger that had bacon, mushrooms, onions and steak sauce on it. He managed to get steak sauce all over his face as well as mushrooms and sauce on his shirt. I couldn't eat all of mine, but Ben cleaned his plate and finished off my fries. We made nervous small talk throughout dinner. After we finished eating, we sat together and our nerves calmed and we just talked for quite a while.

When the bill came, he grabbed it and gave the waiter the money. I protested, but he told me to put my money away. I was really embarrassed, but I thanked him.

Afterward, he wanted to drive me home. I told him that it was out of the way and I didn't want to trouble him any more tonight. He wouldn't hear of it. He pulled up in front of the deli and he was surprised. He said he goes to the deli every couple weeks and that it was really good. I admitted that I had never eaten there.

I reluctantly let him go and got off the bike. He took the helmet from me and stowed it away.

I stood there like a dork with my hands in my pockets, fidgeting nervously. "Do you want to come up and see the apartment? I mean, there's not much to see, but, um..."

Oh my god. I sounded like a desperate loser. I opened my mouth to backtrack when he shut off the bike and climbed off and stepped onto the sidewalk. I gave him a nervous smile and he followed me. I unlocked the door and we climbed up the stairs. I unlocked the apartment and let him inside, shutting the door after him.

I took off my jacket and laid it on the arm of the couch. He took his off and did the same.

"So... this is the living room," I said as we stood in the middle of the small room.

"My kitchen is over there." I pointed to the wall with the small kitchenette.

"The bathroom is right here."

"Can I?" he asked and I nodded. He went inside the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear his loud stream hitting the water in the toilet. It sounded like he had a fire hose in his pants. I heard him flush and wash his hands. He opened the door and I pointed to the bedroom. He peeked his head in and looked at the small room with a twin bed, nightstand and chest of drawers.

"It's cute," he said with a nod as he looked around the apartment.

"You mean tiny?"

"Well... Yeah, I guess. My big ass sure wouldn't fit in a place like this."

I giggled and he started laughing.

"I should get going," he said.

"Already? I mean... You can stay a while... if you want."

"Nah, I should be getting home. I have a dog... and he hasn't eaten..."

"Okay," I said and tried to smile and not look disappointed. I walked him to the door. "I had fun tonight, Ben. Thanks for dinner."

"Anytime. I had fun, too."

I stood there as he put on his jacket. I wanted him to kiss me so bad, but I didn't know how to ask.

"See ya tomorrow at work," he said.

He turned the doorknob and opened the door. I let out a tiny whimper of disappointment and my eyes filled with tears as I realized that he didn't like me like I thought. I looked down at my feet as he walked through the door, wondering what I had done wrong to turn him off, wondering if he thought I was disgusting because of what Mr. Boothe did to me.

I reached to bolt the lock shut when the door suddenly re-opened.

Ben pushed into the apartment and grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me. I whimpered and put my hands on his sides and melted into his arms.

His kiss was gentle, but insistent. His kiss turned opened mouthed, then harder and more passionate. His tongue flicked against my lips and a shock ran though my body and I shuddered and parted my lips to let him in. Our tongues intertwined, his pushing and dominating mine. He pulled away and gave me three light kisses on my lips.

I sighed softly and opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"I'd better go," he whispered. "My dog is probably starving to death."

He bent down and kissed me once more. I wrapped my arms around his broad back and hugged him.

"Thank you for a great night, Ben."

"No. Thank you, Benji."

I pulled away from Ben and stepped back. He gave me a big smile as he opened the door and left.

When I went to bed that night, I had pleasant dreams about riding on his motorcycle, touching him and kissing him. I slept better than I had in a really long time.

***

I ate lunch with Ben every day that week. Every day he shared part of his lunch with me. Then I had dinner with him every night and he insisted on paying. When dropping me off at my apartment, he would kiss me before leaving, but made no attempt to go further. By the end of the week, I wanted him so bad I couldn't stand it.

I followed him out to the parking lot on Friday and we climbed into his old beat up pickup truck. He suggested we grab a pizza and head to my place and I readily agreed. One of his favorite pizza joints was in the old downtown area, not far from my place. He called in the order and we picked it up. He stopped at a convenience store and bought a six pack of beer and then headed to my apartment.

Once we got in, I kicked off my shoes at the door. He pulled off his boots and set them next to my shoes. I grabbed some paper plates and napkins and we went right for the couch. Since I didn't have a table, we just sat the pizza box on the coffee table and kicked back on the couch.

"Iss good, uh?" he asked with a mouth full of food.

I nodded. "It's really great. You know, I can't remember when I last had pizza."

He furrowed his brow and looked at me sadly for a second, and then smiled. "We can have it whenever you want."

He always made a mess when he ate and it wasn't long before he had a big dollop of sauce on his chin. I don't know what possessed me, but I reached over with my finger and wiped it off with a giggle, then licked my finger. He laughed at me and leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.

I only ate two pieces of the large pie and he finished the rest off.

After eating, we sat on the couch and quietly talked. We slowly moved closer and closer. I looked into his green eyes and sighed softly. He bent down and kissed me tenderly, then more and more sensual and passionate. He leaned into me, and gently pushed me down onto my back. I wrapped my arms around him as we french kissed.

He was twice as big as me. He must have weighed nearly two hundred pounds more than me, in addition to being 10 inches taller than me. He was careful not to rest all of his weight on me, but I loved the feel of his huge, powerful body on top of me. I was already fully erect in my khakis and I could feel a large hard lump in his jeans pressing into me.

As we kissed, his hand slipped up under my shirt and he rubbed all over my chest, stomach and sides. His hands were rough from years of hard work, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. He ran his thumbs over my nipples and they stiffened into hard little peaks. My body shuddered under his touch and I whimpered softly.

He moved down to my neck and began kissing and sucking and I nearly came undone. I moaned quietly as shivers ran up and down my spine.

"Umh... Ben..."

He pulled away from me and looked down at me. His green eyes glistened and twinkled.

"Benji, you're so beautiful," he whispered as he tenderly stroked my cheek. "I know I'm not a catch," he said. "And not that great to look at... but if you give me a chance, I can make you happy, Benji. I promise. I'll take care of you."

"Ben, you're a great catch. You're the nicest, most generous and caring man I've ever met. And I think you're so sexy. And when you smile or laugh, you're so handsome. I see how beautiful you are inside and outside."

I reached up and ran my hand over the back of his head to his face. He kissed my fingers and when he looked at me, I saw tears in his eyes.

"Do you want to go to my bedroom?" I whispered.

He got up and pulled me off the couch and took my hand and we walked into my bedroom. I turned on the lamp on the dresser and turned around and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed me. I reached between us and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He lifted my shirt over my head and let it drop onto the floor.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall behind him. I grabbed his tank and pulled it out of his waistband and pulled it up. He took over when I couldn't reach and dropped it behind him.

"Oh, wow. You're so big and hairy," I said. I tentatively reached out and touched his chest. His broad muscular chest was covered in dark auburn fur. It was soft to the touch and it tickled the nerves in my fingers sending shivers up and down my spine. His right arm had a large tattoo of the Marines emblem and I ran my fingers over it.

He groaned as he ran his hands over my body. "You're so smooth, baby."

He frowned when he ran his hands over my rib cage. "You don't get enough to eat."

I blushed in embarrassment and dropped my head. He lifted my chin with his finger. "I'm gonna take care of you. You won't ever go to bed hungry again."

I buried my face in his chest and hugged him tight, squeezing my eyes shut to keep from crying. He held me and peppered my head with light kisses. I looked up at him and he kissed me hungrily and his hands moved to my belt. He quickly undid my pants and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them behind me. I tried not to feel self-conscious standing in front of him dressed only in my maroon-colored Fruit of the Loom briefs and socks.

As he kissed all along my neck, I reached for his leather belt and unbuckled it and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. They were a little snug and I gave them a tug down so that they fell around his ankles. I looked down and did a double take when I saw the size of the bulging tent in his boxer shorts.

I marveled at his big body. He was built like a tank. I ran my hands over his belly. It was soft and round and covered in hair. Underneath that soft layer, I could feel hard muscles.

I turned the blankets and sheet down and crawled onto the bed. I pulled off my socks and tossed them onto the floor. My bed was only a twin size and his 6'6", 300 pound body filled up most of it as he moved in next to me and cuddled up close.

We kissed passionately as we ran our hands all over each other. I could feel his hard sex pressing into my thigh.

Ben moved down to my neck. His beard stubble tickled my sensitive skin erotically while he gently sucked and nipped with his teeth. His hand moved down to my butt. He squeezed and kneaded my butt cheeks, pulling me closer to him, his hips ever so slightly grinding into my leg.

"Oh, Benji," he whispered. "You feel so good, baby..."

"I like it when you call me 'baby'," I said with a sheepish smile.

He grinned widely and chuckled. "You're so damn cute."

Ben slipped his hand under my briefs and kneaded my bare butt cheeks, causing me to shudder from his touch. He bent down and pulled my briefs off and tossed them onto the floor. I reached down to pull the blankets up to cover myself, but Ben pulled them from my hands and threw them back. He gently pushed me onto my back and laid on his side looking at me. My cheeks burned bright red from his intense scrutiny of every inch of my naked body.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, baby. And you're all mine."

"Yes, Ben."

He reached down between my legs and cupped my nuts and fondled them lightly. His fingers lightly touched up and down my penis. It looked small next to his big meaty hand. The slender shaft stood out at a slight angle away from my body, nearly six inches in length. The head was bright red and a trail of pre-come had leaked out and dripped to my skin. A curly nest of fine blond hairs adorned the base of my circumcised dick. I ached for him to touch me. When Ben wrapped his thumb and first three fingers around the shaft and began lightly stroking up and down, my back arched and I let out a series of whimpers.

"Oh, Ben..."

Ben moved his head down to my chest and flicked his tongue over my erect nipple. I gripped the sheets and tried to concentrate on not coming too quickly. Ben kept stroking slowly and my breathing was becoming more and more shallow. Ben kissed down my chest to my stomach.

"Ben... It feels so good," I whispered. "I'm getting close..."

Ben growled and kissed further down. I threw my head back against the pillow and gripped the sheets with my right hand. My left hand moved up his back to his shoulder and I gripped it tightly. I squeezed my eyes shut and panted. He stopped stroking me and slid his hand down to cup my balls. As he gently played with them, a warm wetness engulfed my dick. On feeling the gentle suction and the sliding up and down I gasped.

"Ben, I'm gonna come! Oh god... Ben!"

Ben moaned and kept bobbing up and down my shaft, his tongue flicking around the head. My body bucked and convulsed and I exploded. My vision went white as my eyes rolled back and explosions of color danced in my head. I came harder than I ever had in my entire life and Ben just kept sucking. I moaned when I felt him swallowing. It was the first orgasm given to me by another person.

When Ben moved up next to me, I was still panting and trembling.

I looked up at him and tried to speak, but I couldn't form the words. Instead I just looked into his eyes and tried to let him know how I felt without words.

"Good, baby?" he asked with a smirking grin.

I nodded. "Yeah," I breathed.

I rolled onto my side and reached down to his boxer shorts and tried to pull them down. He put his hand on top of mine.

"You don't have to," he said quietly.

I looked at him confused. "I want to, Ben. Please."

He nodded and lifted up so that I could pull his boxers off. I gasped out loud when I saw him for the first time.

The thick, long column of flesh jutted out from a dense patch of dark auburn curls. It was huge. Nearly 10 inches. Thick. Uncut. The thick, loose foreskin was skinned back exposing the large swollen head. A couple of veins ran down the length of the cylindrical shaft. His lightly furry sac held two large testicles and hung low between his meaty thighs.

"You're so big, Ben."

My hand was shaking as I reached for him. I wrapped my hand around it, unable to touch my thumb with my fingers. It was warm and silky soft, but hard as steel at the same time. I slowly stroked it up and down, producing a loud groan from my Ben. The foreskin allowed my hand to glide easily. I watched in fascination as the skin covered and then uncovered the head with each stroke.

A strong, musky scent hit my nose and I inhaled to get a better smell. A drop of pre-come oozed out of the slit at the tip of the head as I stroked him. I bent down and licked the glistening head, lapping at the pre-come. Ben drew in a sharp breath. I looked up at him and he stared down at me, pleading me with his eyes.

"You don't have to," he whispered again, even though his eyes begged otherwise.

I scooted down and held onto the base with my right hand and took him into my mouth.

"Oh god, baby," he groaned.

I had to open wide and could only get about four inches in. I applied gentle suction as I bobbed up and down on what I could. I released him from my mouth. I ran my tongue from top to bottom, kissing and licking, getting him nice and wet. I sucked him back into my mouth and resumed my head motions. I pumped my hand up and down in a steady rhythm with my head. I gave my hand a little twist as I stroked him.

"You're so fucking good," he whispered. "Oh, don't stop, baby... Yeah, just like that..."

I moaned around his shaft, encouraged by his words. I paused for a split second when I felt his hands move to my head. When he didn't push, I resumed my motions. I wanted to give him the best blow job he ever had. I knew I couldn't deep throat him, but I hoped I made up for it with enthusiasm. I could taste the pre-come leaking from his slit and I swirled my tongue around the head with each upstroke.

"Oh, fuck, Benji. You're the best I ever had, baby. Oh god, you're gonna make me shoot. So close... Don't stop, Benji..."

I sped up slightly and sucked just a little bit harder.

"Baby, I'm gonna come in your mouth!"

I shuddered at the thought. His dick stiffened even more and a rush of sweet fluid trickled into my mouth. I thought maybe he had come, until his body stiffened and he cried out. "FUCK!"

I moaned as I felt the first blast hit the roof of my mouth hard. I slowed my bobbing and kept stroking as his body jerked and spasmed. With a loud series of grunts, he emptied a gallon of come into my mouth. I didn't think he'd ever stop coming. I swallowed over and over as my mouth filled up with his thick cream. I let the last mouthful linger on my tongue for a second before swallowing.

His chest was heaving as he panted. I let him slip from my mouth as he started to slowly soften. I gave him a couple more strokes, gliding the foreskin back over the head. I looked up at him and he had his arm over his eyes. His mouth hung open and he was lightly panting. I laid next to him and kissed his chest.

He groaned and shifted his position. He opened his eyes halfway and gave me a big goofy grin. I softly giggled and grinned back.

"I feel like the luckiest guy in the world," he said as he cupped my cheek. He ran his thumb over my lower lip and I gave it a little kiss. "You are fucking incredible."

I blushed in embarrassment at his compliments and buried my face in his hairy chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight, never wanting to let go of my gentle giant. I felt him kissing the top of my head. My eyes became heavy and my breathing slowed. I jerked myself awake and looked up to see Ben watching me. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"I better get going," he said.

"Okay," I said.

I wanted him to stay, but I was afraid to ask him. He got up and went to the bathroom and then I watched him get dressed. He leaned down and kissed me.

"Come on, baby. I need you to get up and lock the door behind me."

I got up and followed him to the front door. He gave me a slow and sensual kiss.

"You busy tomorrow? You wanna hang out?"

"I'm not busy."

"I'll call you, okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Ben."

"Sleep tight, sweetheart."

Ben gave me one last kiss and I shut and bolted the door behind him.

***

Ben called me the next morning around 10:30 and we made plans for him to pick me up for lunch. The weather was pretty nice, so we went to a little café and coffee shop. He insisted on buying my lunch as always. He said I could pay him back later and raised his eyebrow at me. I blushed a bright shade of red and giggled. We sat outside on the patio and enjoyed the good weather and food.

As we walked back to his truck, I realized that I had been smiling the entire time. Thinking back, I couldn't remember a time when I felt this happy. I was so in love.

When we got in the truck, Ben wanted to go see a movie. We stood out front looking at the times. A movie was starting soon that Ben wanted to see, and I didn't have any preferences. Ben bought the tickets, then he bought a pop for each of us and a large popcorn for us to share.

"Ben, you've spent so much money on me today," I whispered as we sat down in our seats. "I don't have a way to pay you back."

"You're my boyfriend. Who else am I gonna spend my money on? Stop worrying and just have fun, baby."

I quickly swiped at the tears that fell from my eyes. I felt Ben's arm move around my shoulder and he squeezed me in a sideways hug.

I did have fun. The movie was great. After we finished the popcorn, Ben put the bag down and reached over and grabbed my hand and we watched the movie holding hands.

After the movie, Ben drove to the grocery store. He said he was going to cook me dinner at my place. We walked up and down the aisles while he loaded up the basket. He spent almost a hundred dollars on all kinds of items. I knew that a lot of this stuff wasn't for dinner tonight and when I objected he put his finger on my lips, then put his hands on my shoulders.

"I promised you that I would take care of you, Benji. Don't make me break my promise."

When we got back to my apartment, we both put all of the groceries away. I now had a full refrigerator and pantry.

"We got some time before I wanna start cooking. Come here, baby."

Ben walked into the living room, pulling me with him. He sat down on the couch and pulled me down to him. I straddled his lap, facing him. I leaned in and kissed him. He pulled me close and returned my kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth. After a couple of minutes of hot kissing, he broke the kiss and then gave me two more quick pecks.

I rested my hands on his chest and I looked into his eyes and sighed softly. I studied his features, wanting to memorize every inch of his face. His crooked nose. His crooked bottom teeth. The small scar that bisected his left eyebrow. His square jaw with the dimple in his chin. His hard and wiry auburn-colored beard stubble. His soft pouty lips. His gorgeous green eyes. How could I ever have thought him to be ugly? Right now I was looking at the most handsome man in the world.

"Jesus, Benji. When you look at me like that... You make me feel so good... sexy... wanted..."

"You are sexy, Ben. You are wanted. You are so handsome to me."

I ever so slightly pushed forward, pressing the hard bulge in my pants into his belly. "Don't you feel how much I want you? I know it's not very big, but... I'm so hard for you right now."

I felt my face flush and grow warm as I made my confession.

"God, you're so fucking cute I can't stand it. You're the perfect size for me, baby. Your height, even your dick. Everything. See how good you fit me sitting on me like this?"

"I love how big you are," I said as I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders and down his arms.

"Oh, you do, huh?" he said with a chuckle. "Well, they don't call me 'Big Ben' just because of my height and weight."

I gasped and turned bright red and got all flustered. "Th-th-that's not what I meant! I-- I meant your height and weight, not your... you know. Not that I don't love that, too. Oh! I... Oh my god, I'm gonna stop talking now."

Ben threw his head back and laughed really hard and I groaned and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Okay. Up, babe," he said as he gave me a swat on the butt. "Come help me make dinner."

Ben lifted me up to my feet as he stood up and I followed the clopping of his cowboy boots into the kitchen.

After some grousing about the condition of my cookware, Ben got to work. I didn't do much, except cut some veggies, but I tried my best to do everything he asked just right. Ben really knew his way around the kitchen. He made a homemade chicken pot pie, and it was one of the best things I ever tasted. I told him how good it was and I even had seconds, which really pleased Ben.

After dinner, we cuddled on the couch for a while and talked. He told me more about his family. I already knew that he grew up with a brother and a single mom. His older brother was named Brandon, who was his best friend ever since they were k**s. They hung out a lot and talked all the time.

His mom was sick with Alzheimer's and lived in a nursing home. As he told me about her, his eyes teared up and he looked sad and haunted. My heart broke for him.

I told him how my mom had left my Dad when I was ************** and she left me behind with him. Me and Dad were never close growing up. I was a burden to him after mom left. We grew even further apart as I grew older. When he found out that I was gay, we stopped communicating all together. I've been on my own for five years and I hadn't talked to Dad in over three years.

I never told anyone what happened after Dad found out I was gay. It was awful. The things he said to me were so hateful. He yelled and cussed at me, then slapped me so hard it left a bruise on my cheek.

"He said I was a worthless ****** and he couldn't stand to look at me."

"I'm sorry, Benji," he said quietly.

"It's okay," I said with a shrug. "I mean, I'm nearly 25 now. I've gotten over it."

My voice cracked as I said the words and I was overcome with all of the old feelings of being worthless, unloved, and lonely. I hung my head down and my shoulders shook. Ben's arms surrounded me and pulled me to his chest. He held me tight as I cried hard into his chest.

Ben rubbed circles on my back and whispered quiet soothing words. "Shh... It's okay. You're not alone anymore. No one's going to hurt you."

After I was able to compose myself, I took a deep breath and looked up at Ben. "Thanks."

Ben kissed me forehead, then my nose, then my lips.

"So why did you come out to your dad if you knew he'd react like that?"

"Um... I didn't. Dan told him. Dan is one of Dad's friends. I had turned eighteen and Dad said it was time to move out. I found this apartment in the paper and Dad got a couple of his buddies to help me move my stuff out. Dan stuck around after they left. He said he saw the way I looked at him. He said he liked me and told me I was cute. I was a virgin. And so naive. And so stupid. After a few months, I found out he was cheating on me with other guys and girls. When I got upset, he laughed at me. I got so mad I told him I never wanted to see him again. He was furious. To get back at me, he told my dad that I was a... a 'fag'."

"Tell me where this guy lives. I'd like to teach him some manners," Ben said with a smile that covered up his simmering rage, and I laughed nervously.

"I haven't seen him or talked to him since," I said with a shrug.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked tentatively.

"Sure."

"How long had Boothe been, uh, forcing you?"

"Um... He, uh, made me, um... blow him two times... Then he made me... go all the way with him and that was when I ran into you."

My eyes filled with tears and Ben took my hand in his.

"I didn't want to," I whispered. "He said it's the only thing I'm good at... He said he'd fire me and no one would believe me. I tried to fight him, but I couldn't stop him. I was too scared to tell anyone. I don't want anyone to know."

Ben squeezed my hand tighter. I could tell he was beyond livid at Boothe, but he didn't say anything.

"But you took care of him for me," I said. "He hasn't bothered me since. So now you know all about my past. I hope I didn't scare you."

Ben blinked and furrowed his brow at me. "Wait. You've only been with two guys?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. Um... I've been with, uh, a few guys... plus a couple girls. They were all one night stands, except for one guy. We kind of dated for about two months, but it didn't really move beyond that. There wasn't really any chemistry. He liked my big dick, but I don't think he much liked me. You're my first boyfriend."

Ben blushed slightly at his admission and I thought it was sweet that he was blushing, but I felt sick hearing him talk about the others.

"I don't want to hear about them, Ben. It makes me jealous. I want you all to myself."

"None of them compare to you, baby. Not even close."

I straddled Ben's lap and leaned in and we started kissing. Our tongues intertwined and flicked at each other. His hands slipped under my shirt. I whimpered and moaned, grinding my hips onto his crotch. He put his hands under my butt and stood up. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His mouth never left mine as he stood and carried me to my bed. He left me fall gently onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He pulled my shirt over my head, then undid my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down in one quick movement.

I pulled at his clothes, trying to get him naked. He helped me and his clothes were quickly tossed to the floor with mine. I pulled him down on top of me and we kissed more. I could feel his ten inch cock between my legs, poking into me. I shuddered and my body trembled as his mouth moved to my neck. His hands rubbed all over me as he sucked on the side of my neck.

"Ben... that feels so good... Please, Ben... I need you so bad..."

Ben moved his mouth down to my nipples. He slipped his right middle finger into my mouth and I licked and sucked it. He then moved his right hand between my legs. His slick middle finger ran up and down my crack. I shuddered and I moaned and gripped Ben's shoulders.

Ben moved down my body and as he took my dick into his mouth, he slid his finger into me. A couple of pumps of his mouth and finger was all it took.

"Oh god, Ben! Ben, I'm gonna... OH! BEN!"

My hips bucked and my back arched. I felt the huge contraction and release in my groin and I spurt load after load into his hot sucking mouth.

I fell back onto the bed, unable to move. I closed my eyes and panted. I felt Ben move up my body. He kissed all over my neck and chin, sending shivers up and down my spine.

"I love the way your body responds to my touch," he whispered.

I opened my eyes to look at him. "You make me feel so good, Ben. Let me make you feel good."

He rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him. I did not hesitate. I slid down his body, moving between his legs. I lifted his dick with my hand and took him into my mouth. I moaned as his hot flesh slid over my tongue. I stroked and fondled his big full nuts with my left hand.

I concentrated as hard as I could to take as much as I could into my mouth. I slid up and down, stroking him with my hand. I got four, then five, then six inches until I gagged and had to pull off. I wiped my eyes and looked up at Ben.

He was watching me. His eyes half closed, a look of lust on his face. His hand moved to the back of my head and he gently stroked my hair. I took him back into my mouth and as I approached the six inches, I swallowed and tried not to gag. I got to seven inches. I backed up and slid back down over and over, sucking and stroking.

"Oh fuck, baby. Suck my cock."

He moved both of his hands to the back of my head and he pushed and pulled my head faster.

"Benji, you're the fucking best, baby. Suck it, baby. Oh yeah, suck it."

I whimpered as he bucked his hips up in rhythm with my bobbing head.

"You're gonna make me come, baby. You're gonna get my load. Here it comes, Benji! Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

I felt the first blast hit my throat and I backed off, keeping the head in my mouth as I sucked and stroked him with my hand. I worked him until he finished and I swallowed every single drop of his thick, delicious come.

He pulled me up to him and kissed me hard. He rolled us over so that he was on top of me. He looked me in the eyes and stroked my cheek so tenderly. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed and swallowed nervously. I smiled at him and leaned up and kissed him. I ran my nose along his whiskered chin, then gave him a quick kiss there on his chin.

He turned us onto our sides, so that I was facing away from him. He cuddled up against my back and wrapped both of his arms around me. I rested my head on his bicep. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against my back and his thick heavy penis pressing into my butt.

I felt his lips gently kissing my head as I fell asleep in his arms.

I awoke some time later, and became aware that Ben was no longer cuddling with me. I turned around. Ben was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his shirt. He turned and put his arm on my shoulder.

"Benji," he whispered. "I gotta go. I fell asleep."

I looked over at the clock. It was almost midnight.

"Okay," I said. I put my arms around him and buried my face in his side.

"I probably won't get to see you tomorrow, but I'll call you," he said.

"Promise?"

"Promise. Now, come on. I need you to lock the door behind me."

I crawled out of bed and followed him, completely naked, to the front door. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me slow and sensually.

"I'll see you Monday, baby."

"Bye, Ben."

***

The week went by quickly. People were starting to talk about us at work, but Ben told me to ignore them. We always ate lunch together. Every day after work, Ben would wait for me and then drive me home. We'd have dinner together and we'd go to bed and he'd stay for a while, but then would leave to go home.

On Thursday evening, we went to dinner at a steakhouse. I didn't eat a lot of steak, so I didn't know the differences between the different cuts of meat. I was also taken aback by the prices.

Ben leaned across the table. "Baby, don't worry about the prices. I'm buying dinner."

I looked at the menu a bit longer and then looked up at Ben. "Um... I don't know the difference between all of these steaks."

I blushed in embarrassment and looked down at my lap.

"Order the filet. It's nice and tender."

The waiter came and I ordered the filet like Ben suggested. When the waiter asked how I wanted it cooked, I looked up at Ben and he told the waiter "medium well." I ordered the loaded potato with it as the waiter suggested.

Ben ordered a big bone-in ribeye, cooked medium. He got the loaded potato as well.

When the food came, I couldn't believe how good it was. He gave me a bite of his steak so that I could see and taste the difference. Mine was more tender, but his seemed to be juicier and have more flavor.

"This summer, we'll grill some steaks on the deck," he said with a mouth full. "You'll love it. I grill a mean steak."

After dinner, we drove back to my place. We walked in the door and I kicked my shoes off. Ben took off his cowboy boots and I pulled him into the bedroom. I had already decided that tonight was the night that I was going to go all the way with Ben. I was scared and nervous, especially given his size, but I wanted him so bad. I needed more than the finger he had been using as he went down on me.

I pushed him to sit down on the bed and I slowly stripped my clothes off for him. He was kneading and rubbing his crotch while he watched me. His eyes were wide with lust.

I knealt down in front of him in between his legs and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. I pulled his tank top off next, then unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He lifted his butt so that I could pull them down. I pushed his legs apart and took his balls into my mouth one at a time. I licked my tongue up and around the shaft, from the base to the head. I wrapped my hand around the shift and bent it towards my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the big head and flicked my tongue around the slit, then swirling my tongue around the head.

Ben moaned and pushed his hips up. I took the hint and sucked further down the shaft, easily getting six of his fat inches coated in my saliva. I sucked and backed up, then plunged down seven of his inches. I bobbed up and down a few times, then pulled back and stood up. I crawled onto the bed and pulled him towards me.

Ben moved on top of me and I spread my legs wide to accommodate his big body. We french kissed slowly and passionately.

Ben's cock had slid between my legs. He was slowly grinding it into my butt crack. I pushed back against him, letting him know that I wanted it. I knew he wouldn't ask first, so I decided that I would tell him that I wanted him to go all the way with me. I wanted him to make love with me.

When he pulled back and looked into my eyes, I melted at the look he gave me.

I softly sighed, whispering his name, "Ben..."

"Benji... I hope you know how much I care about you. I love you so much, baby."

I didn't expect for Ben to say that he loved me. I became overwhelmed with emotions. My voice cracked and tears fell from my eyes. I wrapped my arms around Ben and pushed my face up into his neck. His arms tightened around me.

"I love you too, Ben."

Ben kissed me tenderly, then harder and stronger.

"Make love to me, Ben," I whispered.

Ben pushed back and looked down at me and shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Ben, I trust you. You wouldn't hurt me, not on purpose. I want to be with you so bad, Ben. I want you to make me yours. I know you want to, don't you?"

"You don't know how bad I want you... You're so small... I'm scared I'll hurt you."

"Make love with me, Ben. Please."

I felt Ben's cock throb between my legs. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a groan.

"Roll over, Benji. Let me get you ready."

"I have stuff in my nightstand."

I rolled over onto my belly as Ben got up and got the lube from the nightstand drawer. Ben moved back onto the bed and knelt between my legs.

He spread my cheeks, exposing my hole to him. I rested my head on my folded arms.

"Your hole is so small," he whispered. "So pink... So smooth... Oh god," he groaned.

Then I felt his warm wet tongue run over it and I practically leapt off the bead. "Oh my god!"

Ben pushed his face into my crack and attacked my sensitive ring of flesh with his mouth and tongue. My body shook and shuddered as he held my cheeks apart and dove in. His tongue swirled and licked at my hole. After I didn't think I could stand anymore, his tongue pushed into me and he thrust it in and out.

I heard the plastic cap of the lube bottle snap open and Ben moved back. As he kissed my cheeks, a slick finger ran up and down my crack. His thick finger slid into me easily and I moaned as a shiver went up and down my spine.

I grabbed my pillow and held onto it tightly as his finger slid in and out. He flicked his finger against my prostate and I bucked under him and moaned. He slid a second finger into me and I gasped. He pushed in and out nice and slow, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust. I was pushing back against his hand and rubbing my dick against the sheets. He pulled out and I whimpered in desperate need.

I felt three fingers slide into me and I grunted at the initial feeling of discomfort. I took a deep breath and let it go slowly. Ben kissed my butt and my back and he slowly moved the three fingers in and out of me. The pain quickly dissipated and became a feeling of fullness, then pleasure as my prostate was massaged by his thrusting fingers.

"Ben... now... please... make me yours..."

Ben pulled back and I felt more lube being applied to my hole and pushed inside. He leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck.

"If it gets too much, tell me to stop. I mean it, Benji."

"I will."

I felt the big, hot, slick head press against me and I closed my eyes. He pushed into me and the head popped into me. I gasped at the sudden intense burning pain.

"Oh! Ow! Ah!" I cried out. A sob escaped my lips and Ben quickly pulled back. He lowered himself on me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Shh... It's okay, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Ben kissed my neck and shoulders and I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I'm sorry, Ben. Can we try again? I promise I'll do better this time."

"Benji..."

I reached behind me and took ahold of Ben's hard shaft wedged into my butt crack. I slowly stroked it and rubbed it into my crack. I rubbed the head back and forth across my hole. Ben dropped his head onto my shoulder and groaned loudly. I knew he couldn't resist me.

Ben moved back and applied more lube to my hole, then coated his cock liberally. He moved over me and put the head at my entrance.

"Relax for me, baby," he whispered. "Who loves you?"

"You do," I breathed back.

"You're my baby. And I love you. Relax, breathe deep and push out."

I took a deep breath and as I exhaled, he pushed the head into me. I grunted and pushed out and the head slid into me.

"Relax," he said as he kissed the back of my neck and my shoulders. "That's it..."

I gritted my teeth and tried to bear down as he slid another inch into me. Ben sucked the base of my neck and shoulder. The intense pain slowly subsided and became a dull throb. Ben stayed perfectly still, not wanting to give me too much too fast.

Ben licked up the side of my neck and sucked my ear lobe. I threw my head back to give him better access and a shiver went up my spine and I moaned softly. Ben slowly pushed another two inches into me.

I inhaled sharply as the pain intensified briefly. I felt so full. He felt so big and thick and warm inside me.

"Oh god, I love you, Benji."

He kissed the side of my face. I turned my head towards him and he kissed me. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I whimpered into his mouth. He slid further into me and I moaned quietly.

Ben grunted and groaned. "Baby, you're so tight, so fucking tight. God, it's so hot inside you."

Ben slid out, then pushed back in, sliding past my prostate.

"OH GOD!" I cried out. "Ben... Do that again," I begged.

My penis surged to full hardness. Ben groaned and slid in further. He pulled out and pushed back in again. I felt his furry bush pushing against me.

"You got all of me, baby. All ten inches."

"Oh god, Ben. You're so big," I moaned.

Ben pulled out, then slowly pushed back in. His dick was so big, it hit and rubbed against my prostate with each thrust.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he husked.

Ben wrapped his arms around my chest and began thrusting slow but steady.

"Feels good, Ben," I panted. "Feels so good..."

"Oh, god," Ben groaned as he began pumping faster.

Intense pleasure and warmth radiated throughout my body. I pushed back against him. My dick rubbed against the sheets as he pumped in and out of me.

I moaned, "Ben..."

Ben pulled out of me and I whimpered in disappointment. "No, please, Ben, don't stop."

He grabbed my legs and flipped me over onto my back. He pushed my legs back to my chest and slid back into me. I moaned and gasped as Ben groaned. I reached up and ran my hands all over his furry chest and soft sides.

Ben thrust into me harder and faster. I pushed back against his thrusts. His furry belly tickled my hard dripping cock. My dick was leaking all over from his continuous rubbing of the sensitive bundle of nerves on my prostate.

"Yes! Ben, Yes!" I cried out.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby!"

Ben moved my legs around his waist and leaned over me and kissed me hard. His tongue thrust into my mouth and he pounded my ass with his huge cock. I broke the kiss and gasped.

"Please, Ben, please. Don't stop," I begged.

The bed was creaking and groaning under us and the headboard banged against the wall. I was moaning and whimpering and Ben was grunting loudly as he sucked on my neck. His body was covered in sweat. I gripped his sweaty back and shoulders and dug my heels into his butt. I never felt like this before. I felt like I was on the verge of coming and I hadn't even been touched yet.

"Oh god, you're gonna make me come, Ben. Don't stop, please. Fuck me, Ben! Don't stop!"

"Oh baby," he groaned. "Baby... I'm gonna come inside you if I don't pull out."

My back arched and my body tensed and I locked onto Ben's eyes. I screamed as I exploded. I came so hard it hurt, but it was followed by an intense release that felt so good I nearly passed out.

Ben thrust harder and with a shout of my name thrust into me. I felt him throb and expand. His cock pulsed over and over and a warmth spread throughout me as he pumped what felt like a gallon of come into me.

I nuzzled into his neck and kissed him all over, my body still trembling with aftershocks from my orgasm.

Ben kissed me passionately, then gave gave me two quick kisses. He rubbed his big crooked nose on mine.

"Ben... I love you so much," I whispered.

"You're the best, baby. The fucking best. I love you so fucking much."

Ben slowly pulled out of me and I felt a slight sting. I felt some of his thick seed leak out and drip down my crack onto the bed. I squeezed my hole shut trying to trap it inside me. Ben was on his arms above me panting. I had a light film of his sweat on my chest. I could smell the strong odor from his armpits. It was intoxicating and I moved my head closer to get a better whiff.

"God, you smell good," I whispered.

Ben started laughing really hard. "Okay. Now I know you're in love with me. I fuckin' reek."

I giggled and lifted my head up and kissed his chin. I slumped back down onto the bed. I was exhausted and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" he asked

"No. You were awesome. I didn't know that it could feel so good... or that I could come from that."

"Your first... lover... He didn't make you come?"

"No," I said. Redness flushed into my cheeks as I added quietly, "I would touch myself when he was finished."

Ben growled and gritted his teeth. "Selfish asshole. How 'bout we never talk about him again?"

I nodded in agreement.

"I need a shower," Ben said. "You gonna shower with me?"

"Yeah," I said with a grin.

I followed Ben into the bathroom and I turned on the shower and adjusted it to a nice warm temperature. As I bent over, I felt some of Ben's semen leak out of me and run down my leg. I blushed and stood up straight. Ben was grinning at me.

"You are so god damned sexy right now," he husked.

He came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. His other hand slipped between my legs and he slipped two of his fingers into my relaxed ass. I moaned and leaned back against his chest.

He brought his hand around up to my face. His middle two fingers were dripping with semen. I don't know what possessed me. I leaned forward and sucked his fingers into my mouth and licked and sucked them clean. I felt Ben's body shudder behind me.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered huskily.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and smacked my butt. "Okay, into the shower before I bend you over the sink."

Ben soaped up a washcloth and washed me front to back, top to bottom. He made sure to get between my legs and my cheeks really good. He washed my hair and rinsed it off. I took the washcloth and did the same for him. He bent forward so that I could wash his hair. After we rinsed off good, he kissed me, then turned the shower off.

He stepped out and grabbed a towel and dried me off, then I did the same for him. It had cooled down in the apartment, so we hurried back to the bed and jumped into bed and crawled under the blankets. We laid on our sides facing each other and tenderly kissed several times.

"I love you, Ben."

"Love you too, Benji."

I cuddled my face into his hairy chest as he held me and I was asleep in seconds.

I awoke a couple of hours later when Ben got up out of bed. He got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard him pee, then flush and wash his hands. He came back into the bedroom and bent down and pulled his boxers on and started to get dressed.

Tears filled my eyes and I sniffled. I didn't want him to leave me again.

Ben stood up and turned around. "Benji?" he whispered.

I sniffled again. "Yeah?"

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I want you to stay, Ben. Please."

"I gotta get home. Toby needs me to feed him."

I wiped the tears from eyes that were pooling and threatening to fall. "I know. I'm sorry."

He looked at me for a second and then held out his hand. "Come on, get up. Pack a bag."

"What?"

"We're going to my place. Pack what you need for work tomorrow."

"Really?"

I grinned and got up out of bed as Ben turned on the light. While he got dressed, I grabbed a backpack out of the closet and packed a clean set of clothes for work. I grabbed my toiletries and then got dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I put on my shoes and Ben put on his boots. He bent down and gave me a quick kiss. We headed downstairs to his truck and then we drove to his house. His house was about 25 minutes from my apartment on the other side of town.

"It must take you forever to get to work every morning," I commented.

"Eh, it's not too bad. About forty minutes."

He turned into the driveway and Ben pulled into the garage. I didn't get a good look at the house because it was dark.

I grabbed my bag and followed him through the door that led inside the house. As soon as walked in, a little dog jumped up onto Ben. The little dog was so excited to see him. He was bouncing on his back legs with his front legs on Ben's legs.

"Down, Toby. Sit," Ben commanded while holding his fist over the little ***** head. Toby sat down.

He was a cute little dog, a gray/silver color with white accents on his feet and face and chest. He had floppy bent ears and bushy eyebrows and what I would describe as a long beard. He had a little nubby tail that was wiggling like crazy.

"Toby, this is Benji," Ben told him.

Ben turned to me. "He won't hurt you."

I squatted down and Toby moved closer and sniffed me, then licked my chin. I wiped my chin and giggled, then I pet him on his head and scratched behind his ears. His little nub wiggled excitedly as I scratched him and he leaned his head towards my hands. It was so cute I giggled.

"He is so cute," I said. "What kind of dog is he?"

"He's a miniature schnauzer. He really likes you. He usually ignores strangers after he gets a sniff or a quick pet."

"I thought a big guy like you would have a big pit bull or something, not this cute little thing."

"I have a hard time resisting cute little things," he said with a wink. I blushed like crazy and giggled softly.

I followed Ben into the kitchen, with Toby hot on his heels. Ben filled Toby's food and water dishes. Toby's dishes were in a corner of the kitchen on a little bone shaped mat. There was a clear, airtight container next to them that held a big bag of dry dog food.

"Toby, go eat," Ben said.

Toby trotted to his dishes and sniffed. He took a mouthful of food and ran to the living room. He dropped the little kibbles on the floor and ate them there. When he finished he ran back and repeated. It was the cutest thing I ever saw.

Ben put his arms around me and hugged me, then kissed me.

"I can't believe I haven't had you over here before now," he said. "You must think I'm some kind of jerk."

"No. Of course I don't. Besides, my place is way closer to work. But I am glad that you invited me over."

Ben gave me a quick tour of the two bedroom ranch house. The kitchen, living room and the dining room were set up as one long room. The kitchen was divided from the other rooms by a counter bar. There was also a small bathroom. The house had two bedrooms. The smaller bedroom had a small computer desk and a bookshelf, plus a bunch of weight lifting equipment.

The tour ended in his master bedroom. It was slightly bigger than the other bedroom, and had its own bathroom and a small walk-in closet. He shut the door behind us. He had a huge king size bed. The bed was unmade and Ben apologized for the bed and for the dirty clothes on the floor. He quickly picked them up and tossed them into a laundry basket.

We pulled off our clothes and crawled into Ben's bed.

"I need the side closer to the door," he said and I scooted behind him.

Ben laid down flat on his back and I laid on my side next to him and he pulled the blankets up over us.

"Your bed is so big and comfy," I said. "My bed must be awful for you to sleep in."

"Nah, it's not awful. Well, okay, it's a little tight... I don't have much room to move around with both of us in there."

No wonder he didn't want to spend the night at my house. I didn't even think about how uncomfortable my twin bed was for my 6'6" 300-pound tank of a boyfriend.

"It's nice having you in my bed," he whispered. "God, we should have done this sooner. C'mere."

He pulled me closer and I was laying up against him. I rested my head on his right shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me. I slowly stroked his chest, running my fingers through the thick hair.

"Are you tired?" Ben asked in a whisper.

"Yeah," I replied in a whisper. "Why?"

I looked up at him, wondering why he would ask me that. He took my hand in his and slid it down and placed it onto his erect cock, causing a soft gasp to escape my lips. He leaned in and kissed me as I slowly stroked his hard flesh, gliding the skin back and forth over the head. I felt pre-come oozing out of the head and I had to have it.

I bent down and put my head under the blankets. I swirled my tongue around, licking up all of the salty sweet fluid. I took him into my mouth and slowly bobbed up and down while gently sucking. I felt Ben's hands move under my arms and he pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard and rolled us over so that I was on my back.

"I wanna fuck you," he husked.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Yes, Ben..."

He got up and grabbed a towel, then reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He popped it open and poured it onto his fingers. He moved the towel between my legs, under my butt.

When his hand moved between my legs, I spread them wider for him. He pushed two fingers into me. I was still pretty relaxed from our earlier love making. I whimpered in delight as his fingers pushed and twisted and rubbed against my prostate. He moved on top of me, climbing between my spread legs. I ran my hands all over his big chest and arms.

He generously lubed up his enormous shaft. He pushed my legs back and locked them around his waist and butt. He pushed forward and I felt the big hot head of his cock poke under my balls a couple of times before it found its target. He pushed in and he slid into me almost painlessly.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned.

I gasped in ecstasy as the head of his cock rubbed across my prostate. I gripped his arms and arched my back. "Ben..."

"So tight... so good..."

Ben started moving slowly, but built up speed pretty quickly. He was pounding into me with full long thrusts, hard and fast. I moaned and whimpered and writhed underneath him. I gripped the back of his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss me. His tongue thrust into my mouth and he kissed me hard. He let his body weight fall on top of me and he wrapped his arms around me as his hips pumped in and out of me. As his mouth moved to my neck and started sucking, I gasped and gripped and clawed at his sweaty back.

My body tensed up and my back arched and I pushed up hard into him.

"Ben! Coming! Ben!" I cried out.

I felt the warm squirts of my release squishing between our bodies. My tight channel spasmed and contracted repeatedly around his thrusting cock and Ben groaned and shouted.

"BENJI!"

Ben's body convulsed on top of me and his thrusting grew hard and erratic. I could feel his cock jerking and pulsing inside me and then I felt the warm wetness of his come at my entrance. As his pumping slowed, I could feel the warmth of his seed dripping down my body and pooling on the towel.

Ben remained on top of me and inside me and we just held each other quietly. When he softened enough that he could no longer keep it inside me, I felt it slip out and fall heavily against me. A rush of his semen flooded out with him.

Ben pushed back and wiped my crack and hole with the towel. He wiped his dick then his belly and hands, then wiped down my belly. He tossed the towel into the dirty laundry hamper and collapsed on the bed next to me.

I turned and laid my head on his shoulder and put my arm around him and squeezed him tight. He kicked up the covers with his feet then pulled them up around us. His hand slowly stroked the back of my shoulders and my head.

"Love you, Ben," I whispered as my eyelids started to droop.

"Love you, baby. Go to sleep, sweetheart."

***

The beeping of the alarm clock woke me the next morning. I was laying on my side and Ben's warm hairy body was spooned up behind me. He was holding me tight to his chest and I felt like I was surrounded by comfort and warmth. I could feel the base of his ten-incher embedded into the crack of my butt and poking into my lower back.

He groaned and pulled away to turn off the alarm, then returned to his position.

Even though I felt like I had the best night's sleep of my life, I was painfully aware of how early it was.

I felt Ben's warm and soft lips lightly kissing the back of my neck. His hips rocked into me, rubbing his cock along my crack. I signed and leaned back into him.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered as his hand moved down my body and circled my own rigid shaft.

"Good morning, big guy," I replied.

"Sleep good?" he asked.

"Yeah. I slept great."

"Me, too. Come on, we gotta get showered and get to work," he said as he pulled away from me.

I let out a frustrated whimper and followed him into the en-suite bathroom. The bathroom was small, but it was nice that it was private to his bedroom. He turned on the shower and let it warm up and then stood in front of the toilet. He pointed his semi-erect dick down, pulled the foreskin back and let loose a thick heavy stream. I realized that I was staring and I turned away to give him a moment of privacy.

Ben laughed. "Don't be so modest, baby. Especially after all the nasty things I've done to you with it. Look all you want..."

I giggled and blushed. I turned back as he was shaking the last drops off. I stepped up to relieve myself as he checked the shower temperature. I flushed and then stepped into the tub with him and pulled the shower curtain shut.

He leaned down and kissed me. His hands moved to my butt and he cupped and squeezed my cheeks. I gripped his arms as my dick responded and quickly hardened and snapped up against my stomach.

"God damn, I love your tight little ass," he husked as he kissed along my neck.

I felt him chuckle. "I gave you a hickey," he said as he nipped a spot on my neck.

I moaned and winced, wondering how I was going to cover it up.

He chuckled and kissed another spot on my neck. "Or maybe two."

Another kiss at the base of my neck. "Oops. Three."

He moved to the other side of my neck and kissed near my jawline. "Four."

I gasped and pushed him away. "Ben!"

Ben laughed. "I'm sorry, baby. When I'm sucking on your neck, it drives you crazy. I love to hear you whimper in pleasure. I love to see the look on your face when you come. I love to hear you scream my name when you come."

I melted in his embrace as he turned me around. He took the shower gel and poured it down the small of my back. It ran down the crack and he worked it into my hole. He squatted down behind me and pushed his fat cock into me.

"Oh fuck, you're still open and wet from last night."

I gasped and braced myself against the wall. He grabbed my hips and pounded the hell out of my hole. He released the death grip on my hip long enough to wrap his soapy hand around my dick. A few strokes and I threw my head back and spurt ropes of come onto the back wall of the shower.

My contracting and spasming tunnel milked and sucked his cock and he howled my name and painted my guts with his own load.

After he pulled out, we quickly washed up and then dried each other off and got dressed for work. I threw all of my dirty clothes into my backpack.

We opened the bedroom door and went into the kitchen. Toby heard us and got up and stepped out of his crate and shook his body from head to butt. He trotted over to Ben and put his front paws on him for some love. He then did the same to me.

"Does he need to go to the bathroom?" I asked.

"He's got a doggy door on the back door. It unlocks with his collar. He goes out back when he needs to go."

I walked over to the back door with Toby following me. The top half of the door had a window and the bottom half had the doggy door. Toby pushed through it and trotted out onto the wooden deck and down the steps into the fenced in back yard. He had his nose on the ground sniffing after something while running around in circles. It made me smile and I turned around and went into the kitchen where Ben was working at the counter.

Ben had pulled out a bunch of lunch meat and some cheese. He grabbed two big foot-long sub rolls and cut one in half and put the other half back into the bag. He piled them high with sliced turkey, ham and roast beef, then threw on a couple of slices of cheese.

"You like mayo and mustard?" he asked.

"I like it just like you made it the other day. It was really good."

He tore off some lettuce and layered that on, then finished the top of the roll with little mayo and mustard. He wrapped them in plastic wrap. He grabbed a couple of sandwich baggies and put some chips into each one. He grabbed a couple of naval oranges and then put everything into a plastic grocery store bag.

Toby came trotting into the house. His beard was all wet from the dew on the grass and it made me giggle. I squatted down and he sniffed my face and then let me pet him.

As I did this, Ben put a scoop of dry dog food into Toby's food dish.

"Be a good boy, Toby," Ben said as he bent down and ran his hand all over Toby's head, much to Toby's delight. "Daddy will be home later tonight."

That made me smile really big. I already knew that my big gruff man was a teddy bear, but seeing him with Toby only confirmed it.

"Ready?" he asked me.

I nodded and he bent down and gave me a kiss. He grabbed our lunch and I grabbed my backpack.

Toby tried to run past us to the garage door, but Ben said, "Toby, no."

Ben held out his fist over Toby's head and Toby sat down on his butt. I followed Ben into the garage. He opened the garage door and we got into the pickup truck.

As he backed out of the garage and driveway, I finally got a look at the house. It was a cute ranch-style home, painted a pretty grayish-blue color. The lawn was very neat and the bushes in front of the house were nicely trimmed. The back yard was fenced in, but the house had lots of trees surrounding it. He had about a half mile between neighbors on either side of the house.

It took us about forty minutes to get to work and we arrived about 10 minutes before 7:00. He parked the truck in the parking lot and turned to face me.

"Ben... Thanks for letting me stay with you last night."

"No, baby. Thank you for staying with me."

He leaned in a gave me a hot steamy kiss that left me breathless.

We got out of the truck and walked into the building. There were a couple of guys arriving at the same time and I could tell they were staring at us.

"See you later," he said as we parted in the hallway.

I sat down at my desk and tried to concentrate on my work. I printed my route sheets and manifests and gave out the paperwork to the truckers. When Ben came by later, I was finishing up with Chuck when I heard the clopping of his boots. Ben walked into my cubicle and leaned against the side of my L-shaped desk.

"Chuck," Ben greeted him with a nod.

"He's all yours," Chuck said to Ben with a chuckle as he walked away from my cubicle.

I looked back at Ben and he came up behind my chair and put his hands on my shoulders and gently squeezed and massaged. I rolled my head back and let out a soft sigh. He bent down to my ear.

"I can't stop thinking about last night," he whispered. "I loved making love with you... Then waking up with you this morning... Mmm. And seeing you sitting here... Everyone's gonna see your neck and know that I made you mine last night. Whose baby are you?"

"Yours, Ben," I whispered. "I'm yours."

"Who's your man?"

"You're my man, Ben."

Mr. Boothe stepped into my cubicle and his eyes widened when he saw Ben. Ben stood upright and I swiveled around in my chair and gave him his paperwork. I could see the outline of Ben's hard cock in his jeans and I blushed bright red and looked up at him. He smirked at me and left, but not before narrowing his eyes at Boothe.

Mr. Boothe cleared his throat and handed me some papers, barely making eye contact with me.

"This is a new client. Can you get them entered into the system when you get a chance?"

"Sure, Mr. Boothe. I'll have it done before lunch."

"No rush," he said as he walked away.

I turned back to my computer and took care of the new client's paperwork.

At lunch time, I met Ben in the break room. We were both in a good mood because it was Friday and we were talking and laughing. I could tell that people were looking at us and I blushed at the thought of the things probably running through their mind.

Ben was chomping on his sandwich and got some mustard on his chin, like always. I giggled and pointed to my chin. He tried to get it with his tongue unsuccessfully, then swiped it with his index finger. He ran it over my bottom lip and laughed. I laughed and ran my tongue over my lip as Ben watched me and then let out a grunt of arousal.

Carl walked by and muttered, "Fuckin' ******s."

Ben stood up so fast his chair pushed back and fell backwards onto the floor with a loud clang. Everyone in the room snapped their heads towards Ben to see what was going on.

Ben grabbed the front of Carl's shirt and balled it up in his left fist. He pushed Carl against the wall and raised his right first.

"You got something to say, say it to my fucking face, you coward!" Ben growled.

Ben was much bigger than Carl and Carl clearly did not expect this reaction, judging from the scared look on his face. He looked like he was about to piss his pants.

"And stay away from Benji," Ben continued. "If I hear you've been disrespectful or even looked at him funny, I'll break both of your fucking legs."

Carl nodded in fear. Ben gave Carl a shove and let him go before he stepped back.

"That goes for the rest of you, too," he grumbled before he picked up his chair and sat back down across from me.

Carl straightened up his shirt and slithered out of the room. People quickly turned back to whatever they were doing.

I looked up at Ben with tears in my eyes. "You didn't have to do that," I said quietly.

"I'm not gonna let anyone disrespect you," he said in his normal volume.

"I love you, Ben," I whispered so only he could hear.

"I love you, Benji."

He picked up his sandwich and took a big bite and grinned at me which made me laugh.

Mona and her boyfriend Steve walked by and she stopped and said quietly to us, "I think it's great that you two found each other."

She put her hand on Ben's shoulder. "Thanks for sticking up for Benji."

Ben smiled at her and looked at me and simply said, "Always."

Steve nodded at Ben and me and gave us an awkward smile and they left the break room. Ben looked at me and shrugged as he took another bite of his sandwich.

Ben showed up at my desk just as 4:30 came around and we walked out to the parking lot. We got in the truck and Ben started it. Before he put the truck in gear, he turned and looked at me.

"You wanna spend the weekend with me?" he asked.

"Really? At your house?" I asked. I was really happy, but tried not to sound too excited.

"Yeah, at my house," he said with a chuckle. "Where else?"

I nodded. "Yes."

We drove to my house and I grabbed a couple of changes of clothes. Ben only asked that I bring a pair of khakis and a polo shirt or something similar as one of my changes. He wouldn't say why.

On our way to his house, we stopped at the grocery store and Ben bought some groceries for the weekend. That night we ordered pizza and watched a football game on the big TV. Ben had a couple of bottles of beer and I had a Coke and we sat on the couch and relaxed and drank and ate. Toby sat in between us. It was a perfect evening.

As it got late, we got ready for bed. While Ben was in the bathroom, he had me give Toby a scoop of food and some fresh water. I also gave him a doggy biscuit, which he hesitantly took from my hand and took it to his spot in the living room where he seemed to like to eat.

I walked into the bedroom and Toby followed me. Ben was buck naked and putting a clean set of sheets on the bed.

"Toby isn't allowed in our bedroom," Ben said. "And don't ever let him on our bed."

'Our bedroom', he said. 'Our bed'. I just stood there looking at Ben with Toby standing next to me.

"Toby, go to your crate," Ben said. Toby turned and trotted out of the bedroom and I shut the door behind him.

Ben furrowed his brow at me. "What?" he asked.

I shook my head slightly, waking from my trance. "Oh. Nothing," I said with a smile on my face.

I helped Ben finish making the bed. He took my clothes off and tossed them on the chair in the corner and we crawled into bed.

"I love you, baby," he whispered in my ear. "I love you so much. You mean the world to me."

"I love you too, Ben."

He looked down at me and he had a smile on his face. He looked so handsome and sexy.

That night Ben had me ride him. He leaned back and helped me bounce on top of his big fat prick while he gripped my hips tightly and thrust up into me. I surprised both of us when I came. I couldn't control myself as his cock continuously rubbed against my prostate. Previously, I had the stimulation of his belly rubbing against me to help me get there.

In this position, my dick bounced free and untouched as I rode him. As I shouted out his name, my back arched and my body tensed. I held still as Ben held my hips and pounded up into me. A rope of white hot come arced out of my cock and splattered on his chin.

"Fuck yeah!" Ben shouted.

I looked down at him and gasped as it was followed by four more shots, which landed on his chest and stomach. With a roar of my name, Ben thrust up into me and came. When I finally couldn't hold myself up any longer, I pulled up and off him. As his semi-hard cock flopped onto his thigh, hot thick come dripped out of my body onto his crotch.

I fell forward onto my chest onto the bed. "Oh god, oh god..."

Ben laughed and grabbed the towel he set aside and wiped himself off. He ran the towel up between my legs and my crack and then tossed it into the dirty clothes basket.

"C'mere," he grunted. He pulled me to him and I laid my head down on his furry shoulder and we fell asleep from exhaustion.

We spent Saturday by going to the movies, then for a long ride on the motorcycle. Ben made a pot roast for dinner. I helped him cut the vegetables, but he put it all together. It took a while to cook, but it was worth it. It was so good and became one of my favorite meals of all time.

Sunday morning, we had a bagel for breakfast and lounged around the house until noon. We took a shower together, and then got dressed. He had me put on the khaki cargo pants. I wore a light blue polo style shirt with it. He dressed similarly in dark cargo pants and a white polo shirt.

"Okay, Benji," he said. "Don't be nervous. But I want to introduce you to my family. Every Sunday, I have lunch with my brother. Then we go and visit my mom at the home."

"Are you sure, Ben?" I asked nervously.

"Positive."

"What if they don't like me?"

"Don't worry, they are gonna love you. Almost as much as I do."

He gave me a kiss and then we headed to the restaurant to meet his brother. We walked into the restaurant with Ben's hand on the small of my back. I saw the guy sitting in the booth and I immediately knew it was Ben's brother.

He looked a lot like Ben, but definitely older. His face was more worn. He was built big like Ben, but not as muscular. He wasn't what I would call handsome. He had a thin scar across his chin that went up into the bottom of his lower lip. His dark auburn hair was cut short and thinning on top. He had the same beautiful eyes that Ben had.

"Hey, bro," Ben said and they hugged and smacked each other on the back.

"Brandon, this is my boyfriend, Benji Carter. Benji, this is my big brother Brandon Davis."

"Hi," I said meekly. "It's nice to meet you."

I held out my hand and he pushed it aside and hugged me tight, lifting me off the ground slightly. He set me back down and held me away from him by the shoulders.

"Look at you, Benji. You're a tiny little thing," Brandon chuckled.

I blushed and he laughed harder. "And cute," he said as he ruffled my hair.

Ben and I sat in the booth across from Brandon and I sat quietly while they caught up. They only stopped talking to order our drinks and lunch when the waitress came by. As she left, Brandon was leering at her butt.

"Mmm. That's nice," he mumbled to himself.

"Behave yourself for once," Ben chuckled. "At least in front of Benji. Let him get to know you a little before he figures out what a pig you are."

The three of us laughed. We talked and joked the whole meal. Brandon was crude and he sure was a pig, but he was a nice, regular guy and I had to admit that he was pretty funny. I could tell that Ben really looked up to him. Brandon was four years older than Ben at 36. He worked as a contractor and owned his own remodeling business with a buddy of his. He was divorced, with no k**s.

Brandon quickly realized that when I was embarrassed, I would blush and sometimes giggle nervously. He thought it was cute and funny.

"Christ, bro," Brandon said. "You marked the hell out of your boy's neck."

I sunk down in my seat and Ben and Brandon laughed as I took a sip of my pop.

"Shit, he's so small," Brandon continued. "You must about split him in half when you plug him with that monster between your legs. Man, I bet he screams."

I choked on my pop and started coughing as my face turned bright red as Brandon laughed, obviously pleased with himself for embarrassing me.

"Okay, Bran. That's enough," Ben said while trying not to smile. "You okay?" he asked me.

I coughed and cleared my throat. "I'm fine. And for the record, Ben's the one that screams when he 'plugs' me."

This time, Ben choked on his beer and sprayed it across the table. Brandon laughed so hard his face turned beet red and Ben joined him. I sat there with a smug smile on my face having made both of them laugh.

After we finished lunch, Ben excused himself to use the bathroom. Being alone with Brandon, I felt a little nervous.

"Don't be scared of me, k**. I ain't gonna bite ya. I like you. Ben say's he's in love with you. You in love with him?"

"Yes. Very much. Ben is wonderful."

I smiled to myself and sighed softly as I thought about all of the things I loved about my boyfriend.

Brandon smiled at me. "Ben's never introduced me to anyone before. Anybody can see he's crazy about you. My little brother means the world to me. He's had a tough time over the years finding someone. I want nothing more than to see him happy. He deserves it. I'd tell you to be good to him, but I can already tell that's not going to be a problem."

Brandon chugged down the rest of his beer, then put money and a tip inside the bill presenter.

"Oh, wait," I said as I pulled out my wallet.

"No. My treat," he said. "Put your money away."

I opened my mouth to protest, but a stern look from him had me putting my wallet back into my pocket. "Thank you."

"No, thank you for loving my little brother."

Ben returned to the table and I got up to go to the bathroom and they told me to meet them outside. I quickly did my business, then walked out front. Brandon was smoking a cigarette and they seemed to be having a pretty serious conversation. They saw me and they both smiled. Ben put his arm around my shoulder and we walked back to his truck.

We followed Brandon's truck to the nursing home where their mother stayed.

"Brandon likes you a lot," he said to me as we drove.

"Really?"

"Yup. I knew he would. I told you not to worry."

As we walked into the nursing home, Ben whispered to me. "She might not remember who we are at first, but usually she comes back pretty quickly. Don't be nervous, okay?"

I nodded and followed Brandon to the reception desk where he checked us in. We were led to their mother's room by a nurse.

"Bonnie," the nurse called out. "Look who's here. You got visitors."

Bonnie Davis was sitting in a chair with a book of crossword puzzles on her lap, just staring out the window. She was frail and thin looking, but I could tell that she was tall. She had graying auburn hair and green eyes, just like her boys.

"Hey, mom!" Brandon said.

She looked up at us and seemed to be really confused.

"Hi, mom," Ben said.

She looked between the three of us for a few moments and then smiled at Ben. "My Brandon."

"No, Mom. It's me, Ben," Ben said as he bent down and kissed her head.

"I'm right here, Mom," Brandon said as he moved next to Ben and gave his mom a kiss.

"My boys," she said. "You came."

She had tears in her eyes and it broke my heart.

"Of course we did," Brandon said. "We come every week."

"How are you doing, mom?" Ben asked.

"I'm good now. But I'm hungry."

"We'll see about getting you a snack or something to eat," Ben said.

He stepped out into the hall and flagged down a nurse and asked for something for her to eat.

"Is this Ginny?" she asked looking at me with confusion.

"No, mom," Brandon said with a chuckle. "That is definitely not Ginny. Ginny and I broke up. We got divorced. Remember?"

Ben took my hand and pulled me to his side. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Benji."

"Benji?"

"Yes. Benji," he repeated.

"It's nice to meet you, ma'am," I said.

"Benji is a boy's name. That's your name," she said, looking totally confused towards Ben.

"Yeah, we have the same name. And Benji is a boy."

"A boy?"

"Yeah, mom. Remember... I like boys."

Ben blushed a little bit and it made me smile.

"Right," she said with a frown. She looked at me disgust and said, "You're a queer."

I looked down as my eyes flooded with tears.

Ben gasped. "Mom!"

I knew she didn't mean it and didn't know what she was saying, but the memories of my dad treating me so bad came back and I buried my face in my hands and started to cry. Ben wrapped his arms around me.

"Shh... She didn't mean that way, Benji," he whispered.

"I know. It's just... My dad used to..."

Ben cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. He wiped my tears with his thumbs.

"I'm gonna take care of you, Benji," he said quietly. "Your dad will never hurt you again."

He bent down and kissed me on the lips so tenderly. I melted into his arms.

"I love you, Ben," I whispered.

"I love you, Benji."

I looked up and saw Brandon watching us. He had tears in his eyes and he was smiling at me.

Bonnie held her hand out to me, but her face was soft and she was smiling warmly. "Are you married to my Ben?"

"Um, no. But I love Ben very much," I said quietly and I cut my eyes towards Ben.

She motioned for me to come closer and she gave me a hug and patted my back.

Then she gave Ben a hug. "I'm so happy you finally found someone," she told him.

When Ben stood up, he had tears in his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. He pulled me to him and hugged me.

We visited for another hour. Ben's mother drifted in and out, but Ben said that today was a good day.

When it was time to go, Brandon hugged Ben and then gave me a hug as well.

We got into the truck and Ben looked at me. "You wanna go out tonight? To a bar?"

I knew that leaving his mom always depressed him and I smiled and nodded. We drove for a while and Ben pulled into the parking lot of a place called the Phoenix.

"I've only been here a couple of times," Ben said. "It's a little rough, so just stick with me and you'll be okay."

Ben got out of the truck and pulled off his polo shirt. He was wearing a white wife-beater underneath. It stretched out over his thick body and curly auburn hair spilled out over the top. He looked so hot. My penis twitched in my briefs at the sight of him. He took my hand and we walked to the door. He greeted the bouncer and we went inside after the bouncer verified my ID.

It was dark and smoky and loud inside. A long bar occupied one side. A second floor above circled the entire bar, open in the middle above the dance floor, allowing everyone above to look down at the dancers.

The bar was filled with all sorts of guys, though most of them were rough looking and older than me. I saw a couple of them leering at me and I gripped Ben's hand tighter and moved closer to him. I followed Ben to the bar and he ordered a couple of beers for us. We made our way to the other side and found a table. I hopped up onto the stool and took a drink of my beer as I looked around in amazement.

Guys were dancing close and some were even making out on the dance floor. Other guys were kissing at tables. Others were talking and laughing with their friends or boyfriends.

They were all like me and Ben. I looked up at Ben and smiled. He leaned down and kissed me, open mouthed, sensual. I blushed and giggled and looked around. No one was watching. They didn't care. It was so freeing. I looked at Ben and laughed.

After we finished our second round of beers, Ben pulled me out to the dance floor when a slow song came on. Ben put his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest and moved with him.

"You having a good time, baby?" he asked me.

"Yeah. The best," I said looking up at him.

"Good."

He bent down and kissed me. We danced in each others' arms while kissing passionately, our tongues intertwining and toying with each other. I could feel Ben's erection pushing into my stomach. My own was pushing a little tent in my cargo pants.

As the song ended, Ben took my hand and pulled me off the dance floor. He led me up the stairs to the balcony. We took a spot on the balcony and he stood behind me with his arms around me as we watched all of the guys bouncing and grinding to the music.

We moved away from the balcony against the wall where it was darker. We found an empty table and Ben lifted me up on to the stool. He grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me hard. He sucked on my neck for a second, then moved up to my ear. He flicked it with his tongue, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You are so fucking sexy, I could fuck you right here," he growled into my ear.

I whimpered and pulled him closer to me. He ground his hard dick into my crotch. He gave me another hot kiss and then reluctantly pulled away.

"I gotta piss and I'll get us couple more beers. Stay right here," he said. I nodded and he gave me another kiss and left.

I watched him strut down the stairs like a stud and smiled to myself. Someone moved in my way and I tried to look around him to see my man. The man stepped closer and I looked up and gasped.

"Hey, Benny boy," he said.

"Dan!"

I was shocked to see my first lover standing in front of me. He was a little fatter than he used to be, but it was Dan alright.

"That was quite a show you put on down there," he smirked. "You looked like a little whore in heat. Is that neanderthal paying you good money?"

"Go away."

Dan stepped closer to me and I backed up against the wall.

"Aww, Benny, you don't mean that. You know, I asked your Dad about you the other day."

I turned away from him and didn't respond to his goading.

"He said 'that little ****** ain't no son of mine.' A little harsh, I thought."

Tears stung my eyes and I looked at him with hatred. "My boyfriend will kill you if you don't leave me alone."

Dan laughed. "Your 'boyfriend'? You're fucking that ugly bastard for free?"

"Shut up! He's not ugly. He's handsome and he's the nicest guy in the world. I love him and he loves me."

Dan moved even closer. "I'm sure he does. Even I loved you when you spread your legs for me and gave me your cherry."

He grabbed the back of my head and moved in closer like he was going to kiss me. Suddenly he was pulled back away from me and decked across the jaw by Ben.

"Get your filthy hands off my boyfriend!" Ben growled.

Dan quickly recovered and punched Ben in the gut.

"Leave him alone, Dan!" I shouted and I jumped up and moved in front of Ben.

Dan grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me forward and shoved me to the ground. He held up his fists to Ben. Ben's face turned red and his eyes darkened. He hauled back and decked Dan across the eye with his right fist, followed up by a left across the nose. Dan stumbled and fell back onto the table behind him and slumped u*********s to the floor.

Ben pulled me up to my feet and pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him tight and held on for life.

"Let's get out of here," Ben said. He took my hand and pushed through the crowd that had gathered around us.

We walked right to the truck and climbed in. Ben started the truck and he sped off towards home.

"So... That was your ex, huh?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah. I hate him."

"I heard what he said to you. If I could get away with it, I'd have killed him right there."

I looked at Ben. He was staring straight ahead. He was gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. I reached up to his right hand and grabbed it. He visibly relaxed and loosened his grip on the steering wheel and we quietly held hands for a while.

"Did you hear what he said about my dad?" I asked quietly.

"No. I heard you tell him we loved each other and then what he said after... about your cherry..."

Ben paused and a growl rumbled in his chest. "That was how I figured out who he was. What did he say about your dad?"

I gulped. "He said he asked Dad about me... and Dad said 'that little ****** ain't no son of mine.' Do you think he really said that?"

I turned my head away and looked out the window and started to cry and Ben turned into a parking lot. He undid his seat belt and pulled me to him and I sobbed as he held me until I stopped crying.

"I'm sorry I keep crying all the time," I sniffled.

"Don't be sorry, Benji. You can't help how you feel. You're sensitive. It's one of the things I love about you."

When we pulled into his garage, we went inside and Ben asked me to turn on the shower while he took care of Toby.

I climbed into the tub and stood under the warm water with my eyes closed. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I opened my eyes when the shower curtain opened and Ben stepped in. I looked up into his manly face and smiled. I wrapped my arms around him and we held each other under the warm water.

"This is nice," I said.

"Almost as nice as dancing with you."

I gave him a squeeze and then got the washcloth and shower gel and began to clean my bigger, older lover.

After washing and drying each other, we climbed into bed.

"Despite running into Dan, I had a great day today, Ben... Especially meeting your brother and your mom. The whole weekend was great. It really meant a lot to me that you'd share it with me."

"I'm glad, baby. I loved having you here all weekend."

Ben turned onto his side and lovingly stroked my face and my chest.

"I love you, Ben."

"I love you, baby."

He bent down and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he insistently explored every inch of me. I could feel his prick hardening against my hip as we kissed. He climbed between my legs, pushing them apart with his beefy thighs. I moaned and whimpered as he sucked on my neck.

"Make love to me, Ben," I whispered. "I need you so bad."

I grabbed the lube off the nightstand and gave it to Ben.

"Please," I begged.

Ben slid down my body and spread my legs apart. I laid my head back on the pillow. His tongue slid down the length of my shaft then swiped across my balls, moving further down. He spread my cheeks with this hands and I braced myself for the pleasure he was about to give me.

His tongue wiped across my tight little hole and I gasped and gripped the sheets. I writhed around on the bed as he tongued me and licked me into delirium. Ben pulled up and straddled my chest. His 10-inch uncut cock bobbed in front of my face.

"Suck my cock," he demanded.

I whimpered and leaned my head forward and took him into my mouth, pushing back the foreskin with my lips. I bobbed up and down on his thick shaft. He pushed forward and pumped it in and out of my mouth until it was good and wet. He moved back down and pushed my legs apart. He lubed up his fat cock and slid it into me.

I cried out in pleasure and grabbed at his back. "Yes, Ben!"

"Take my cock, baby," he grunted as he pumped hard in and out of me.

"Oh god, Ben, it's so good."

"You like that? You like my big cock, Benji?" he husked, accenting each word with a hard thrust.

"I love it, Ben, I love it. I love you so much. Oh god, please... Make me come, Ben, please."

Ben ruthlessly pounded the shit out of my ass. The headboard banged against the wall repeatedly. The noise caused Toby to start barking outside the door.

"Ung, fuck yeah!" Ben groaned. "I love your tight little ass, baby... So hot... Oh god, you're so fucking good."

"Oh, Ben, yes! Don't stop, don't stop..."

"Who's your man?"

"You are, Ben."

"Who's ass is this?"

"It's yours, Ben. I'm yours, Ben. Only yours, forever."

"Aw fuck, you're making me come!"

"Come inside me, Ben! Oh my god, I'm coming, Ben!"

"Oh shit, I'm.... BENJI!"

We both exploded simultaneously. As I spurt all over our stomachs, Ben blasted his load deep into my ass.

He collapsed on top of me, panting in my ear and peppering my neck and the side of my face with light kisses. I laid under him, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"You are fucking incredible, Benji," he growled into my ear. "I am so fucking in love with you."

"Love you too, Ben."

I kissed Ben's whiskered chin and looked up into his face. His eyes were drooping shut. His dick softened and popped out of me. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me to his chest. I fell asleep in his arms.

***

Monday morning we went to work as normal and ate lunch together. That night we went to my place after we had dinner. He stayed for a while, then left after we had made love and started to fall asleep.

Laying in my bed after he left, I felt so cold and lonely without Ben. After the weekend with him, I wanted more. I knew it was selfish. Even so, I didn't dare ask him to stay or to take me back to his house. If he wanted me to come with him, he would have asked. The tears fell easily from my eyes as I laid there feeling sorry for myself.

When I got up the next day, I was dragging. I had tossed and turned all night and was exhausted.

I had trouble concentrating on my work, so I went to the break room and got a Coke and returned to my desk. I was going over the routes so far for the week and I almost burst into tears. It was Ben's turn for another long haul and he'd be gone Tuesday afternoon through Friday afternoon.

When he stopped by the desk, I gave him his paperwork for the day, but didn't mention the haul yet just in case. He looked tired as well.

"You okay?" he asked me.

"I'm just tired," I answered.

"Me too. Didn't sleep well."

"Yeah, me neither."

Two of the other truckers lined up my cubicle and Ben said he'd see me at lunch and left me to get back to work.

At lunch time, I told Ben that he was going to have to do the haul and he shrugged. "Okay."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm gonna miss you," I whispered.

"Hey, don't do that, baby. You know I'm gonna miss you like crazy, but it's only a few days and I'll be back. And you know I can't turn down the pay differential."

"I know..."

"My neighbor usually looks after Toby when I'm gone. Why don't you stay over at my place? You can keep an eye on the house, and Toby would love your company."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if you want. You're gonna have to get up a little bit earlier to get here on time, though."

"I'd love to babysit Toby," I nodded and smiled and Ben had a big grin on his face.

"We'll stop by your place tonight and you can pack a bag for the week. Tomorrow morning you can drive us to work in my truck to get used to the ride."

After dinner, we stopped by my apartment and I packed a suitcase and my toiletries, then we headed over to Ben's house.

We sat on the couch together with Toby and watched TV. I fell asleep on Ben's shoulder with his arm around me.

"Benji."

I opened my eyes and realized I was laying on Ben's shoulder with a string of drool dripping out of my mouth. I sat up and blushed as I wiped my mouth and chin. The news was wrapping up on TV and Ben turned it off.

"Toby, go to your crate," Ben told him as he gave the little dog a gentle swat on the butt. Toby hopped off the couch and ran into his kennel and sat down.

Ben held out his hand and I took it and followed him to his bedroom. We did our bathroom duties and got ready for bed. I crawled into bed naked while Ben did a last sweep of the house making sure everything was locked and all the lights were off.

By the time he got back, I was asleep. I woke up when he got into bed and I snuggled up against him.

"You're so cute when you sleep," he said. "Like an angel."

I smiled and kissed his chest and tightened my arm around him.

"I love you, Benji," he whispered.

"Love you," I said as my eyes shut and sleep overtook me.

***

The alarm going off jarred me awake the next morning. Ben rolled away from me and turned it off, then moved back behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him. I sighed deeply. I felt Ben's soft lips brush up against the back of my neck. His hard dick pressed into my back.

"I want you, Benji," he growled.

I whimpered and turned around and kissed him. I pressed my lips hard against his and opened my mouth. I tentatively flicked me tongue on his bottom hip and entered his mouth. I found his tongue and Ben groaned and pushed me onto my back. I eagerly spread my legs wide for him, and he lifted my left leg up.

"Want you too, Ben," I whispered.

We didn't have a lot of time before we had to get ready for work, so there wasn't a lot of foreplay. He stayed on his side and pushed into me. There was an initial shock of the pain when he entered me with his thickness, but it quickly faded. He leaned over and kissed me and grabbed my dick and within minutes he was pounding the come out of me while shooting a huge load into me.

After we showered and got dressed for work, we quickly made lunch and Ben said goodbye to Toby. He gave me a set of keys as we were leaving.

"These are my truck keys and the house keys."

I took the keys and climbed into the driver's seat of the big white truck. I pressed the button to open the garage door and put the key in the ignition. My hands were shaking and I looked over at Ben.

"Don't be nervous," he said as I started the truck. "You'll do fine."

"I haven't driven in a really long time and it was nothing this big."

"You'll get used to it quickly. You handle big things real good."

Ben laughed and his innuendo made me blush and giggle. But Ben was right. After a few minutes, I got used to the way it worked and we made it to work fine, albeit it took us a little longer than when Ben drove.

I pulled into the parking lot and parked the truck and turned it off. I was grinning proudly as I hopped out of the truck and Ben laughed. He ruffled my hair and we went inside to get our day started.

After we had lunch, I walked out to Ben's rig with him to see him off.

"You ever been in a semi before?" he asked. I shook my head and he opened the door and helped me up. I climbed over the driver's seat and into the passenger's seat. He got in and shut the door.

Ben smiled at me and I smiled back at him. "You're so handsome, Ben," I said.

I looked at his face and let out a soft sigh. "Are you growing out your beard? You haven't shaved in a few days."

"Yeah, I was gonna shave it off this morning, but I didn't have time. Someone was distracting me."

"I didn't hear you complaining... but I did hear Toby barking."

Ben laughed. "I guess he doesn't like the headboard hitting the wall."

I smiled bashfully and blushed. I looked around the big rig. It was big and roomy and everything was nice and clean. I looked behind the seat and peeked behind the curtain. "Is this where you sleep?"

"Yup."

"There's not a lot of room. Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"I'd rather be at home in my big bed, but it's not too bad."

Ben got up and opened the curtain and crawled back and laid down on his back. He put his hands behind his head and his legs were bent at the knees. "See?"

I smiled at him and then jumped on him. He laughed and grabbed me and pulled me to him and kissed me.

"You're gonna get us in trouble," he said.

I ran my hand down his chest and stomach to his crotch. I gently squeezed and massaged the lump there and it started to grow under my hand.

"I wanna show you how much I'm gonna miss you," I whispered.

I unbuckled and unzipped his pants. I pulled his dick out of the fly of his boxers and I bent down and took him into my mouth. I sucked and stroked and he was hard and throbbing within a minute.

"Oh fuck, Benji..."

Ben grabbed my head and pushed it up and down on his big cock. I moaned and sucked hard, sliding and twisting my spit soaked hand up and down the shaft. Ben was grunting and groaning.

"Suck me, baby..."

He didn't hold back; he bucked up into my mouth until he blew his load in less than three minutes.

I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stuffed his softening member back into his jeans and did up his fly and belt.

He pulled me close to him and kissed me tenderly.

"I wish I had you on the road with me."

I opened my mouth to say how much I was going to miss him, but shut it when tears welled up in my eyes. He hugged me and I laid my head on his shoulder as he stroked the back of my head and my back.

"I gotta go, baby," he whispered.

I nodded and sniffled. He moved around me and got out of the truck. He helped me down and gave me a quick hug, then climbed back in. He started up the truck and I stood and waved to him as he drove off.

The first night in his house without him was really weird. Toby didn't know what to make of me. He was happy to see me at first, but then he went and sat by the door that led into the garage. I realized he was waiting for Ben to come inside. It was cute, but sad at the same time.

"I know, Toby. I want your daddy to come home, too."

After I made myself a sandwich for dinner, I cuddled up on the couch and watched TV. Toby finally came and curled up behind my legs with his head resting on my thigh.

Ben called around 10 PM like he said he would. We talked for almost an hour. I told him about Toby laying by the door waiting for him and he laughed and said his dog was crazy. I could tell that it touched him though.

After we hung up the phone, I got ready for bed. I accidentally left the door open and Toby came into the room and sat down looking up at me as I laid in bed. I told him to go to his crate and he left the room. I rolled over onto my side, facing away from the door. I wished Ben was cuddled up behind me. I heard Toby come back in and then jump up onto the bed. He moved around behind me in a circle a few times and then he plopped down and curled up into a ball behind my legs, his head resting against my butt.

I know that Ben said Toby wasn't allowed on the bed, but I didn't want to be alone so I let him sleep with me. Toby ended up sleeping with me every night.

Thursday night, Brandon called and said he was going to come over with a pizza. He brought a large pizza and a six pack of beer. I drank part of a beer and ate two slices. He finished off the pizza and two of the beers. Toby was really happy to see Brandon and spent most of the night with his head on Brandon's lap.

"Did Ben send you here to check on me?" I asked.

"Not to check on you. Just to make sure you were okay. Keep you company."

"I miss Ben," I said with a pitiful smile.

"He misses you, too. He said last night that you were really upset on the phone."

I nodded, recalling how I had cried so hard because I missed him so much. My face turned red and I looked away as I realized the tears were about to fall again. Brandon put his arms around me and hugged me and patted my back.

"I love him so much," I whispered between sniffles.

"He loves the hell out of you. Shit, you're all he talks about now. To be honest, it's gettin' kinda old."

I pulled away and laughed with him.

"He'll be back tomorrow, little brother. You can make it one more day."

"I like being your little brother."

My cheeks pinked up and I looked away, embarrassed that I had said that out loud.

He laughed at me and ruffled my hair.

We continued to talk for a while longer and Brandon left just before Ben's nightly call. Before he left, he gave me a warm hug and a kiss on the top of the head.

***

I got to work Friday morning a few minutes before 7:00. I hurried to my cubicle and got logged in to my PC and started working.

Around 9:00, I headed to the trucker's lounge to give some paperwork to one of the drivers. As I walked back to my cubicle, I noticed a group of three men enter the building. I recognized one of them was the owner of the company, 'Ace' Sinclair.

Not an hour later, we were all told there was a mandatory staff meeting and we were to report to the warehouse floor outside the trucker's lounge immediately.

"What's going on?" Mona asked me as we walked back to the warehouse.

I shrugged. I was feeling really nervous. All of the employees that were in the building gathered on the floor.

Ace stood in front of the crowd and greeted us. "Hey, everyone. It's good to see you all again. I'm gonna make this brief since I know you got work to do. Joe Boothe has left the company to pursue other career opportunities."

We all looked at each other, shocked and surprised.

"Warehouse manager Cole Ford will replace him, effective immediately."

Everyone was stunned as Cole moved out from the employees to stand next to Ace. Ace then went on to announce other changes. They were eliminating the warehouse manager position, but leaving the current assistant warehouse manager. He and a newly created assistant logistics manager would report to Cole.

Cole told everyone that he hoped that we would give him our support and he looked forward to the challenge of the new position.

As we all returned to work, everyone was murmuring and talking amongst themselves about the changes. Mona asked me what I thought happened to Boothe.

"It sounds like he got fired," I whispered.

I had just settled down at my desk when Cole Ford stopped in and asked to see me. I followed him into Mr. Boothe's old office. Ace Sinclair was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk and I started to panic.

The only thing I could think was, 'Oh my god. I'm being fired.'

Ace stood and shook my hand. "It's good to see you again, Benji."

Cole sat down at his new desk.

Ace continued. "I understand that you and Joe Boothe had some issues in the past."

"Yes, sir," I said and swallowed nervously.

Ace pulled some papers out of a file folder.

"It seems that in your upcoming annual review, you were given an unsatisfactory rating in every category. He recommended that you be terminated."

I looked down at the floor and braced myself. I would not cry in front of Ace and Cole.

"After speaking with Cole and some of the other employees, this review doesn't seem to match up with what I've heard about you. Nor does it match up with your previous annual reviews. Given the reasons for Boothe's termination, which I will not discuss, I tend not to trust his judgment."

Ace ripped the review in half and tossed it into the garbage.

"Benji, as I discussed in the meeting, we are changing the management structure. Cole and I have talked about potential candidates for the assistant logistics manager position and your name was one that came up more than once."

I was shocked. "Uh, thank you, sir."

"So, what do you say?"

I looked between Ace and Cole.

"I'm offering you the assistant logistics manager position, Benji."

My mouth dropped open, but I quickly recovered. "I'm honored, sir. But, before I accept... Um... I should tell you that I am dating another employee..."

"We're aware of that, Benji," Cole said. "It's not a problem."

"Then I accept. I promise, you won't be disappointed."

We stood and I shook Ace's hand, then shook Cole's hand. I walked out of the office with a big smile on my face.

***

I was sitting at my desk that afternoon when I heard the clopping of cowboy boots approaching. I swung around in my chair and my face lit up as I watched my man strutting up to my cubicle. His snug jeans showed off his big package. He had shaved his beard, leaving only a horseshoe moustache behind. I looked him up and down as he walked towards me. He looked like a hot biker and I instantly got hard in my pants. He stepped into my cubicle and I jumped up and hugged him without thinking. He bent down and kissed me. I blushed as he leaned against my desk.

"Miss me, baby?" he asked in a whisper.

"Yeah. Lots," I breathed. "I'm so glad you're home."

"Me too. I need a fucking shower bad."

His armpits were stained with sweat and I leaned in and smelled him.

"Mmm. Sexy," I whispered.

"You are bad," he laughed.

"And I like your moustache," I told him. "It's sexy."

I stood up on my tip toes and gave him a quick kiss.

Ben chuckled. "You're playful, today."

"You missed all of the excitement," I said quietly. "Mr. Boothe got fired. They promoted Cole and he's gonna be over the new logistics assistant manager and the warehouse assistant manager. Guess who the new logistics assistant manager is?"

"Carl?"

"No," I laughed. "Me!"

Ben bent down and kissed me and hugged me.

"Congratulations, baby. I am so proud of you. No one deserves it more than you do."

He gave me another kiss, then gave me his paperwork and I sat back down in my chair and checked it out and updated the computer records.

I looked back at him and he had a smug, self-satisfied look on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothin'."

"Did you have something to do with Boothe getting fired?"

"You like Chinese food, don't you?" he asked as he ignored my question.

I narrowed my eyes at him and nodded.

"Good," he said. "Let's just go home and order Chinese and stay in tonight. I'll see you in about an hour."

I pulled his keys out of my pocket and held them out to him.

"Those are yours," he said and turned around and walked away. I watched his butt as he walked down the hall. As he turned the corner, he looked at me and smirked, knowing that I was watching him. I looked at the truck and house keys and smiled and put them back into my pocket.

Ben returned to my desk at 4:30 and I shut down. I told Mona to have a good weekend and she told us the same. Ben and I walked out to his pickup truck and as much as I enjoyed driving his truck, I was more than happy to get into the passenger's seat and let him drive.

We went straight to Ben's house. When he walked inside the door from the garage into the kitchen, I thought Toby was going to lose his mind when he saw Ben.

"You miss Daddy, big boy?" Ben asked him.

Toby was jumping up and running in circles, he was so happy. His little nubby tail was wiggling a mile a minute. It was so cute and I just stood there and laughed.

Ben grabbed a Chinese restaurant menu from a kitchen drawer and we looked it over and he called in our order.

"I'm gonna hit the shower real quick," he said. "Be back in a few, baby."

He gave me a quick kiss and then headed to the bedroom. While he did that, I got the plates and silverware and put them on the table. I opened a beer for Ben and grabbed a Coke for myself.

I gasped and almost dropped the Coke can when Ben stepped out into the kitchen. He was stark naked and rubbing his brawny hairy chest with a towel. His six fat inches of flaccid cock flopped back and forth as he dried himself off. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Ben slung the towel around his neck and chuckled at my reaction.

"Oh. Fuck yeah," he said as he saw the beer on the table. He guzzled down about half of the bottle when the doorbell rang.

"My wallet's on the bar there," he said. I grabbed his wallet and hurried to the front door. I paid the guy and left him a nice tip and then carried the food back into the kitchen. As I unpacked it, Ben went and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top. He came up behind me and gave me a tight hug and kissed the side of my neck.

"I love having you here," he whispered.

I turned my head to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips and we sat down to eat. Ben piled his plate high with our selections and dug in.

I filled my plate up and grabbed a pair of the disposable chopsticks.

Ben watched in fascination as I ate. "That's fucking amazing that you can eat with those."

"I can show you how to use them if you want," I offered.

"Nah, I'll stick with a fork, unless they gave us a shovel in that bag," he said as he stuffed his mouth full of sesame chicken and rice.

I giggled and picked up a piece of chicken with the chopsticks and popped it into my mouth.

"Good, huh?" he asked with his mouth full.

"It's great," I said.

Some of the sauce had dribbled out on to his chin. I don't know how he managed to get food all over his face every time he ate, but it was so endearing to me. I leaned over and wiped his chin with my thumb and suggestively licked the sweet sauce off my thumb.

Ben grunted and stared at me. I had a sly smile on my face as I tried to ignore him. I knew very well that what I did had turned him on. After a few seconds, I cut my eyes at him and gave him a seductive look.

"Imp," he chuckled. "You're gonna get it later."

After dinner, we sat back on the couch. Ben put his arm around my shoulder and I leaned up against him. Toby jumped up and pushed his way in between us and laid his head on Ben's thigh.

"Toby, you're so bad," I giggled. "You don't want to share your daddy with me?"

Ben ran his fingers through my hair and then leaned down and kissed me slowly.

"So, how was it here while I was away? Anything exciting happen?"

"Nothing exciting. It was quiet. It was weird being here without you at first, but me and Toby had a good time. But the bed felt really empty without you... and... um... I kind of let Toby sleep with me."

"Damn it," he said angrily. "I told you he's not allowed in our bed."

"I know... But it was nice not sleeping alone. I was missing you," I said.

I hung my head a little. I didn't want Ben to be mad at me and I was on the verge of bursting into tears.

Ben grunted. "Stop giving me those puppy dog eyes. It doesn't work for Toby and it won't work for you."

"I'm sorry, Ben."

"Yeah, okay," Ben sighed. "But when Toby is crying outside the bedroom door, you're gonna be the one to get up and put him in his crate."

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"I'm not mad at you, baby.... And I lied. Your puppy dog eyes do work on me. And I knew damned well that you would let him sleep with you."

I let out a sigh of relief and leaned my head on Ben's shoulder and we both chuckled.

"Benji?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"You think you might want to stay here with me?"

I sat up and looked at him, not sure if he was asking what I thought he was asking. What I wanted him to ask me.

"Last weekend was so amazing... Monday when you went back home, I couldn't sleep without you in my bed, and I knew it was right. I want you to move in with me."

Tears ran down my face and I nodded. I hugged Ben around his neck. "Yes, Ben," I squeaked. "I want to."

Ben pulled me up onto his lap, causing Toby to yip and jump to the floor. I straddled Ben's lap facing him. I stared into his green eyes and saw a pooled tear fall down his cheek. I wiped it away and kissed his cheek.

"You make me so happy, Benji."

"I'm happy too, Ben. I love you so much."

"We'll get your stuff this weekend. I'll call Brandon to help us."

"I don't have much to move. Will Brandon be okay with me moving in?"

"Yeah. I already told him I was going to ask you. He loves you, by the way. He says you're too good for me and I'm lucky to have you."

"I'm the lucky one."

"Maybe we're both lucky."

Ben stood up and lifted me up, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he carried me to our bedroom and laid me on the bed. Suddenly Toby jumped up onto the bed.

"No!" Ben shouted. "Crate."

Toby jumped off the bed and ran out of the bedroom.

"See, what did I tell you?" Ben said to me with a raised brow.

I smiled. "I know. You were right."

"Damn straight."

I laughed at him and pulled him down on top of me. He let himself lay on top of me on his elbows. His hands cupped the back of my head as he stared into my eyes.

"You're my baby," he said. "I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna make you happy. I promise. Until the day I die."

I pushed my head up and kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss with passion and he pushed up onto his knees and pulled his tank top off, then pulled my shirt off. He unbuckled my pants and pulled my pants and underwear off and tossed them onto the floor onto the pile of clothes he started. I laid naked on the bed, throbbing and dripping as I looked up at him. I reached up and ran my hands over his belly. I reached into his boxer shorts and stroked the hardness that created that big bulging tent. I gripped the waistband and slid them down over his thighs. He lifted his knees up and kicked them off onto the floor.

I looked up at him in wonder as he knelt between my legs. I spread my legs and linked them over his thighs as he moved forward. He moved his hands onto my hips and gently held me and rubbed his fingers on my soft skin. He was breathing heavily while looking down at my body. His big muscular chest and soft belly already had a thin sheen of sweat. His ten inches pointed up towards the ceiling, and his foreskin was retracted over the swollen helmet.

He licked his lips as he looked down at me. I could see the wanton desire all over his handsome face.

"You're so sexy, Ben," I told him. My voice was sultry and filled with lust.

I ran my hands up his thighs and stroked his cock and his balls. "All mine," I whispered. Ben groaned loudly.

Ben laid flat on his back and grabbed my legs and pulled me so that I was on top of him with my head in his crotch. I picked his cock up with my right hand and dove down on it. When I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue swipe over my hole, my body shuddered and I moaned and took him deeper into my mouth. He growled and worked his tongue and lips harder on my pucker.

He reached over and grabbed the lube and began banging my hole with his wet fingers. He was stretching me out, alternating between his right and left middle fingers, while licking my nuts. I was whimpering and panting, writhing around on his chest. I plunged my mouth up and down eight of his ten inches, getting further and further down, his shaft moving more and more into my throat. His mouth on my nuts and his fingers in my butt were driving me crazy with lust. My eyes teared up as I fought my gag reflex. I swallowed and my body shuddered as he brought me to a climax. His cock slipped down into my throat and my nose nuzzled into his musky sweaty bush.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Ben called out.

My throat swallowed and convulsed as my body trembled and I spurt my come all over his chest.

"BENJI! Aw, FUCK!"

I felt his cock pulse in my throat and the first blast went straight down my throat to my stomach. I backed off and gasped for air as the second blast smacked me across the face. I sucked and stroked the remaining seven or eight spurts into my mouth and swallowed repeatedly, milking every drop out of his magnificent tool.

I let his still hard dick slip from my mouth and I collapsed on top of him, burying my face in his bush, nuzzling the base of his wet cock with my nose.

Ben flipped me over onto my back and turned around and pushed my legs apart with his own legs.

He lubed up my crack and then poured the lube on this cock and jacked it a few times. I pulled my legs back to give him access and he pushed into me. I locked my legs around his waist and I put my hands on his sides as he started moving in and out of me. He quickly built up to a full rhythm and he slammed into me over and over. He bent down and kissed me hard. We had both just come, but I already knew we weren't going too last long like this. It was just too good. I whimpered and pushed back against him, pushing up and rubbing my dick against his belly. My head tossed from side to side as I moaned and begged for him.

I gripped his waist with my hands and pulled him into me. He pushed my head back and sucked hard at the base of my neck where it joined my collarbone.

"Ben, you're gonna make me come! Ben!"

"Come for me, baby!"

I cried out his name once more and began spurting my warm come all over myself.

"Come inside me, Ben. Please!"

Ben fucked into me harder and thrust into me one final time. As he shouted my name, I felt his cock pulse and he gave me my wish. His body shuddered as he released his load into the warm depths of my body.

I looked up into his eyes. "Love you, Ben. Love you so much. My Ben. My man."

Ben choked back a sob and he collapsed on top of me. His arms moved around me and he held me tight.

I could feel his body trembling as he quietly cried. I rubbed his back and the back of his head.

"Shh... It's okay, Ben," I whispered. "I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna make you happy. I promise."

He sniffled and pulled back and looked at me. "That's my line," he said with a chuckle.

I wiped the tears from his cheeks and he did the same to me.

"I know, Ben. But you need me as much as I need you."

"I love you, Benji."

"I love you, Ben."

Ben bent down and kissed me gently, slowly. He rolled off me onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I rested my head on his chest and hugged my arm around him. His arm tightened around my shoulders and he kissed the top of my head.

As I fell asleep, I knew that neither of us would never feel lonely, unloved or ******** ever again,