“Go on. You woke me up, now get sucking.”
The puppy wiggled his ass and moved down, swallowing my cock. I immediately let out a groan. He couldn’t get enough of it. At this point he had probably sucked more cock than I had with all my previous boyfriends, and in just a few weeks.
“I was thinking,” he said, “since you didn’t come last time, this New Year’s Eve we could go to the beach house, just the two of us.” I looked down at him, and he rolled his tongue around the head of my cock. He looked really slutty.
“Okay,” I nodded, and I wasn’t sure I was truly conscious. Maybe that was his plan.
“Thanks, bro.” He proceeded to suck my balls, while rubbing the shaft all over his face.
“Son of a bitch, damn,” I moaned.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Mhmhmhm,” I said.
“Here, record me deepthroating you,” he said. He had started to do that a lot, taking pictures, which in my opinion wasn’t a good idea, but I had to admit it was really hot.
“Go easy, alright?”
He nodded, eyes glinting with malice.
He looked at the camera of his cellphone like a true whore. I was proud. He was getting better and better at sucking too.
Later, he lay next to me, watching the video with a proud look on his face, as well as cum.
“Fuck, we make good videos, right?” he said.
“Yeah, baby…sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he smiled. He kissed my cheek. “Baby.”
If I could only forget the name Jairo.
A few days later, Benji called me saying that his parents were going to get a divorce. To him, it came out of nowhere.
We began to avoid his house, choosing instead to be at mine. I lived alone with my mom, and she pretty much left me to my own devices. She even liked Benji, who didn’t seem too bothered by the fact she probably knew what we did in my bedroom.
Benji was really troubled by his parents. They wouldn’t talk to him, though his mother seemed to be really hurt about something.
“I think maybe Dad cheated on her.”
“You think so?” His dad was a big hypocrite…conservatives like that tended to be, so I wasn’t surprised.
“Dad is acting weird, asking me if she told me anything, and that I shouldn’t believe her. That pretty much explains everything. I never saw my dad acting that defensive in my life. How could he have been this fucking stupid?”
I hated to see him so troubled, but at the same time, it was very satisfying to see him so angry at his father. It gave me hope.
“Where are you going to spend Christmas?”
“I don’t know,” Benji said. “I don’t actually want to spend it with either of my parents, to be honest.”
“You could spend it with me.”
“Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll buy you a nice gift.”
“No.”
“Ye.”
He was more stubborn. We dozed off in my bed.
The next day, I headed to the mall prepared to spend a lot of money on a present for Benji and I ended up running into Gabi. I was glad to see her.
We sat down to have something to eat. After all the niceties, I was really curious to ask her something.
“Gabi, do you know any Jairo?”
“Jairo? I don’t think so,” she said. “Not that you would know of. I mean, there was Eloíse’s gay friend. She’s Benji’s ex. She was at the nightclub that day we went out.”
“Oh right…Yeah, it has nothing to do with her,” I lied. “Nevermind. How’s Alisson?”
“Great! I’m actually looking for a gift!”
Christmas Eve finally arrived, and Benji woke up beside me, so in my opinion, that was my favorite Christmas Eve by far. I decided to just give my gift to him right away, cause I wasn’t enjoying the insecurity of being too damn poor to buy a nice gift for my boyfriend…
Boyfriend? Uh oh. Better not let Benji know about that.
“Sunglasses,” he said, a little underwhelmed. My whole body almost crumpled with disappointment. Then he put it on and smiled at me. He looked ridiculous with underwear and sunglasses in the middle of my room. “You know me so well. And we’re going to the beach together soon. I’ll never take it off.”
I shook my head. “You better take it off now. You look ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously hot.”
I slapped his ass as he went to grab my gift. A small box. He was excited. It was a small golden chain, simple in design, but very much real gold. He had the money for it. There was a tiny rectangular plate, and engraved on it was the word ‘baby’.
I looked at him, smiling. “Baby, really?”
“That was a bit of a late addition. I kind of just wanted something of mine around your neck, but I couldn’t resist.”
“So what, I put this and you have me on a leash?”
“Pretty much.”
“It’s very beautiful,” I said, feeling very emotional.
“I’m glad you like it. Now put it on. Quickly.”
I wonder what my mother thought about my dumb smile which was pretty much fixed on my face during the whole day.
My excitement about the New Year’s Eve trip was indescribable. When the day of the trip arrived, I got up early to pack. My mother helped me. Benji came to pick me up at 10. AM. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, and the sunglasses I gave him as a gift.
“Hey, baby,” he said. I rolled my eyes.
Two hours in the car with Benji passed quickly. He told me that his parent’s divorce was pretty much a settled thing, there was no going back, and his mother was adamant about it. The reason was still a mystery. His dad had kind of disappeared. He said he was spending some time with his family in the South. Benji was glad his dad hadn’t asked him to go too. “My grandparents are the worst. I would rather be with you.”
Nestled along the stunning coastline of Rio de Janeiro, his beach house exuded a sense of tropical tranquility. With its prime location right on the sandy shores, it offered breathtaking panoramic views of the azure Atlantic Ocean and the golden beaches that stretched as far as the eye could see. The exterior featured a spacious terrace and a private swimming pool, providing the perfect setting for relaxation and entertaining guests. Sun loungers, umbrellas, and a shaded lounge area invited anyone to bask in the sun, sip on refreshing drinks, and enjoy the gentle ocean breeze.
“Damn, Benji, this is crazy,” I said.
“Well, let’s enjoy it, cause I don’t know for how long it’s gonna last now that my parents are hating each other’s guts.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“Well, you shouldn’t be. It’s their lives. Let’s worry about ours,” he said, wisely.
I squinted my eyes at him.
“Come here,” I said, extending my arms. “Let’s hug it out.”
“No, I’m fine. I’m fine,” but I took him in a bear hug, until he stopped complaining and put his head on my shoulder. He laughed. “Fuck, careful with those arms, you know how hot I get in them.”
“I know,” I said. “Let’s find a bedroom.”
Biting his lip, Benji led me to the bedroom. A plush king-sized bed, dressed in crisp white linens and soft pillows, sat at the center of the room, inviting us to sink into its comfort. The bed was strategically positioned to offer panoramic views of the ocean.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I imagined Benji, naked, on that bed, and I knew I was about to fuck him.
“Come here,” I said, throwing our things on the floor. I pulled him for a kiss, grabbing his ass.
He pulled his shorts down, took off his shirt, everything in high velocity so he could come back for the kiss.