I refused a few invitations to party with Benji and his friends, but not all so as to not make it obvious what I was trying to do. It was hard. I had feelings for him, strong feelings. I couldn’t take him out of my head. His presence was felt deeply, which only proved me correct. What had I been thinking in allowing this to go as far as it did?
On the day after the tenth of October, after a very important holiday, celebrating a local saint from the Catholic Church, Benji and his family went to their private beach house and invited many friends to join them. He was disappointed that I refused this so vehemently. However, I was adamant. I would not spend a holiday with his father, his girlfriend and some of his suckup friends.
Instead I chose to have a day on the beach to myself, surfing, enjoying some alone time. Definitely not thinking about Benji. I refused to bring my phone, so when I went home later and checked it, I faced a barrage of messages and missed calls. He mainly just wanted to hear from me, it seemed like, though the amount of messages were a little worrying. I couldn’t help but smile at the needy straight boy looking for his bro. Gosh, I missed him so much.
I called him. Benji picked up fast.
“Benji? What’s up, man?”
“Dude, what the fuck?” he said.
“Sorry, I was at the beach and forgot my phone.”
“The beach? I thought you didn’t want to go to the beach.”
“No, I didn’t want to be around so many people.”
“Bullshit. You’re…” he stopped, and I heard some ruffling on his end. His voice got lower. “You’re avoiding me. Be honest.”
“I’m not,” I lied.
“Does it have anything to do with…”
“Benji! I’m not avoiding you. You didn’t do anything wrong. Hear me? In fact, I kind of want to…you know, have some bro time with you. It’s been a while.”
“Shit, man. Fuck, me too, dude. You should’ve come, you know? We could’ve slipped out.”
Both our voices were hushed. I cleared my throat.
“Nah, too dangerous. You’re with your dad and your girl. You know how these things can get misinterpreted. We know we’re not doing anything wrong, but they would think otherwise, if they ever found out.”
He was silent. “You’re right.”
“We good?” I asked.
“Miss you, bro.”
“Miss you too. See you soon.”
My chest was getting bombarded by my own heart. I yearned for Benji. I couldn’t believe I was so damn wrapped up on his little finger. He could destroy me on a whim.
I arrived at college the next day determined to be more…straight. However, as soon as I walked into the classroom and saw Benji keeping a seat for me, I melted.
As much as I searched for some clue as to what he was feeling, I only found confusion in his eyes.
“Hey,” I said, nervous. “Everything okay?”
“Don’t know,” he said. “Broke up. With Gabi.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” I was. “Why?”
He shrugged. “We had a fight. She said I wasn’t paying attention to her anymore. She broke up with me, to be more exact. Fuck, this sucks.”
I nodded and kept my mouth shut. After the first period, he asked me if I wanted to miss the rest of the class and go get drunk somewhere. I didn’t want to leave him alone, so I agreed. He drove us to the beach, to a nice comfy bar with live performers and samba.
“I think she’s fucking Ric,” he told me.
“Dude, don’t be insane,” I said.
“I’m telling you.”
I shook my head. Benji began to drink as he explained why he thought his ex-girlfriend was fucking half the guys in Rio. This one didn’t take lightly to rejection.
“Bro, maybe you weren’t giving her attention, you know.”
Benji stared angrily at me. I thought he was going to burst out. Then he nodded and calmed down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Benji stared at my empty cup. “You let me drink by myself because you want to drive my car, don’t you?”
“You’re not about to drive under influence. Not on my watch,” I said, smiling. Benji chuckled. “Fine. You wanna go? We can go to my place. My parents are still away, so we have the house to ourselves.”
Our eyes met. There was a little kindling fire.
“Let’s go,” I said.
When we reached his bedroom, I pushed him aside and jumped on the bed, taking every bit of space to myself. He loomed over me, faking outrage.
“What the hell?” he said.
I smiled.
“I’m so sleepy.”
“Nah, you promised.”
“I promised what?”
“Bro time.” Benji seemed to be a little flushed.
“I did no such thing.”
“You did. On the phone.”
“Oh well, I don’t recall.”
“I do.”
“Let’s sleep first,” I said.
“You can sleep if you want. It won’t stop me.”
I laughed. “Fuck, you’re a damn freak. Are you going to take advantage of a sleeping brother?”
Benji was smiling. “Test me.”
Benji started to take off his clothes. When he stripped down to his underwear, I stared, a little awestruck.
Before he could catch me, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. He laughed and began to pull on my shorts. I tried to keep it up, so we struggled together, laughing.
He managed to take it off. Next was my underwear. It was easier to take that off. I barely struggled. My cock was hard. I turned around to hide it, but that exposed my ass. I got a slap.
Furious, I turned and pulled him down, my cock rubbing his belly as I tried to pin him.
“Fuck, you’re strong…” he said.
“You like it?” I whispered. He gave a slight chuckle. I wondered if I pushed too far, but he nodded.
“Hell yeah, bro. I hope you don’t think it’s weird.”
“Course not,” I said. “I trust you.” It’s me you shouldn’t trust.
I dreamed many times of having him in this position, under me, under my power, sticking my cock so deep inside he cried out, and then filling him with my cum, marking him as mine, my possession, forever.
“Do you yield?”
“You wish,” he said.
He overtook me with his strength, but not for long. I was stronger, I realized. I could overwhelm him If I wanted to, though he could find ways to resist me.
His bed became our nest. We rolled over each other, trying to dominate one another. He still wore underwear, while I had a shirt on and nothing else. My cock was exposed, a clear weakness that Benji could explore at any moment, but he didn’t. Well, he also didn’t complain when I rubbed it against his butt. Our game was a little dance. We were grating our bodies, smelling each other, sweat, beach, beer, strength, virility; and Benji gave up.
He got under me, my cock right on top of that tight ass. He said he surrendered, and I slapped his bottom, asking him to speak up. He accepted my dominance. I relaxed, and lay there. I was very aware that my cock was between his crack. I was afraid to move.
Benji moved first. He pushed back his body against mine.
“Benji…” I said warningly.
“Relax, bro. Trust me. Just the two of us. Nobody gonna know.”
“Benji, are you…”
His hungry voice was pushing me to the edge.
“Dude, I challenge you. I wanna know if you can come just by grinding on me. Come on, bro. Please.”
“And if I win that challenge?”
“I’ll do whatever you say. Promise.”
There had never been, in the history of the human race, an easier challenge. I humped him for a few minutes, like an uncontrollable dog in heat, but when the tip of my cock felt the entrance of his cock, and how he blinked eagerly…I almost went in, no lube at all, without consent. He was lucky I exploded, depleting my cum all over his tight hole. It looked so cute, all red and glistening wet with my cum.