“Sounds good…”
“I mean, both of us, together.”
“I got it…”
“Fuck, you’re the best bro, man.”
He grabbed my neck with both hands and kissed me. I hugged him, feeling the muscles in his back, and opened my mouth eagerly.
Benji let me push him against the wall, pressing my hard-on against his crotch. He held me firmly, forcibly kissing me like he was on some kind of urgent mission to suck all my saliva.
I couldn’t even move my head. He moved it for me. I moaned under his passion.
He broke our kiss. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something. His voice was shaky.
“I do not want to scare you. Lose your friendship.”
“Benji,” I said, scared to say anything else.
He nodded, and took a deep breath, then gave me a beautiful smile.
I pulled his body into a hug. The tightest, strongest I could give him, the warmest, most full of gratitude for the words he said to me. I knew it had been a lot of courage on his part. I kissed his lips, taking him towards the shower, no need to take off our clothes. The water poured on us as we kissed. I would never forget his warmth.
Eventually we got naked. There was no mistaking the intimacy we were sharing while soaping ourselves. I slowly parted his asscheeks and rubbed a soapy finger around his anus, and he let me, opening himself. “Feels so good,” he whispered.
I kissed his neck, and began rubbing the head of my cock. “You know what I want to do?”
“I think I do,” he said, smiling.
“How do you feel about that?”
“I think I like it.”
“Yeah? Doesn’t scare you?”
“Nah. Bro, I trust you.”
“Thank you so much,” I said. “Trusting your tight virgin hole to me. It’s an honor, bro.”
“Mmnnnnnm,” he said. I chuckled.
“You okay?”
“Fuck, you’re right, I’m a virgin again. Put it in.”
“No. Not yet. First, you’re gonna kneel and suck my cock.”
He agreed quickly enough. He knelt on the floor and looked up, eyes gleaming with anticipation. My cock bounced in front of him. He stared at it, and for a moment he looked afraid. Not disgusted. Nervous. Cute.
“Do as I say,” I said. “Open your mouth, hands behind your back. Let me mouthfuck you.”
He nodded eagerly. He really wanted this.
I took a step forward, and when my cock was barely touching his lips, he closed his eyes, moaning. I pushed it against his cheek. “Careful with your teeth, alright? You know the drill.”
I pushed the bulbous head inside, only the head, back and forth, fucking his mouth, making his cheek bulge. He opened his eyes and looked at me while I did this, and I knew he was enjoying it, he loved it, loved sucking my cock.
He did not want to stop sucking. It was like a new ability he wanted to get good at. I pulled him up for a kiss, and tasted my own cock in his mouth. After the shower, the sucking moved on to the bed. I didn’t know how his neck didn’t hurt from so much bobbing. I wanted to suck him too, his beautiful cock was bound to be tasteful as fuck, but he didn’t let me go. What was I supposed to do? I lay back and enjoyed the blowjob.
“Cum in my mouth, bro.”
No need to ask twice.
We knew his parents would arrive the next morning, so he kept sucking me until we were both exhausted and slept together, hugging, kissing.
I was forced to have breakfast with the parents. Weirdly enough, they liked me. They thought I was a good influence on their son. I agreed with them, though they probably would disagree with me if they knew the things I had been teaching him.
But there was something weird going on. Benji noticed too. His mother and father weren’t really talking to each other, and it seemed like she was the one avoiding contact, while he tried to make one. It got weirder and more uncomfy as time went on, to the point where Benji had to ask them what was going on.
His mother got all red in the face, his dad shrugged it off. “Nothing, son.”
“That was weird,” Benji said as we were leaving the house. “They act like that when they get into an argument. Sorry.”
Now the most unpleasant part of that week happened at the end of it, when I went to grab a coffee for me and Benji close by his house while he showered. I happened to meet Eloíse.
She was alone at a table, reading a book, looking quite peaceful as always. The coffee in front of her let off steam. I was hoping to be unnoticed by she eventually saw me and invited me to sit. I said I was in a hurry, but she insisted.
“I’m really in a hurry. Can’t stay, sorry.”
“And does Benji’s parents know about you two?” she said.
“What?” I said, stopping in my tracks.
“Come on, let’s talk.” Her smile creeped me out so I sat down and decided not to let it show.
“What about?”
“About Benji, of course.” She sipped her hot coffee. “It’s crazy how closeted he is, isn’t it? I mean, I knew he had the hots for you ever since I saw you the first time, back when I still dated him. Funny thing how you were the one who hid better. Are you guys doing a lot of nasty stuff?”
“I-…what are…”
It was hard to maintain a confused smile. It was so fucking wild and at the same time spot on that I had no idea what to say.
“You do not need to be ashamed. Sorry. I’m just saying you don’t have to worry about me, not even a little bit.”
“Okay…”
My cheek burned and must have been very red. I looked around, fidgeting in the chair.
“I know you didn’t ask for my advice, but here it comes. Benji will never get out of the closet. He’s too afraid of his dad. And his dad can be very dangerous. Get away from him. Did Benji ever tell you why I broke up with him?”
I shook my head.
“Well, ask him about Jairo…If you have the guts. Jairo is lucky he still has his. You might think I am the villain of your story, but I’m just trying to help. Anyway, that’s all. You can go now.” She went back to her book, sipping her coffee, calmly.
Infuriating woman.
I didn’t comment on anything about the conversation with Eloise. It was just there in the back of my mind. I wish I could forget about the name Jairo. I had an awful feeling about that name, almost as if I already knew what it meant. It was wrong to judge Benji with conjectures from my own imagination, but I kept coming back to that young man on the beach who got spit on. That single conversation with Eloíse managed to provoke enough fear in me to grow distant from Benji that my own self-preservation never did.
He noticed it right away. We were on his bed, at night, snuggling, and yet he turned his puppy eyes up at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re weird, man.”
I kissed his mouth. It was a nice way to make him shut up.
Then he surprised me once more by lifting my right arm and burying his nose in my armpit. He licked my hair, kissed and smelled my scent.
“Enjoying yourself?” I said, chuckling.
“I love your smell, dude,” he said. He delivered that line with a straight face, as if he hadn’t just used the ‘L’ word.
“Then keep going,” I said, pushing him down on my armpit again.
He moved to my nipple, like a big baby. I bit my lip when I felt his hand wrapping around my hardening cock.
“Full of surprises,” I said.
“I’ll do anything for my bro.” There it was again. Anything. He was dying to get fucked. What was wrong with me? Why the hell wasn’t I burying my cock in his ass already? He had the most beautiful ass in the world.