“Turn around,” I said. Then I pushed him on his belly on the bed. He upturned his ass towards me. I pulled his underwear with both hands, revealing his buttcheeks. I kissed them, licked them, and bit them. Then I went for the small hole, eating him properly for the first time, not only tongue, but spitting and sucking. He writhed under me. It felt nice. He made delicious noises. “I’ll make a man out of you now,” I said.
“Fuck yeah, man,” he moaned. “Been waiting for this.”
I spent several minutes sucking his ass.
“Here,” Benji said, handing me his phone. “Record it, I wanna see you eating me…Everything…”
“You sure?” I asked, taking it. He nodded.
Well, he insisted. The lighting was perfect to showcase Benji’s tight pink hole, and my tongue on it.
“All mine,” I said to the camera, smiling. Then I buried my face on his ass.
I pulled him up so he was partially on his knees, prostrated, and his ass truly exposed now.
“So beautiful,” I said, kissing right in the middle. He shuddered. I filmed his hole very closely, while it blinked in excitement.
I ran my finger just over the entrance, without pressing too hard, both to make him relax and to enjoy the moment. It accepted my finger slowly; only then did I press on.
I lubed him, fingering, making sure to film it. His cock was hard all the way.
“Hot, hot, hot,” I said. My cock throbbed with the urge, but I needed to think about Benji first. It was beautiful to see my finger being swallowed completely.
I stuck two fingers in, which was easy because of my work with the first one. After the third finger was placed, I knew I was ready to use my cock.
Benji was in the mood, dying to be fucked. His ass was mine, he was giving it to me. He was in a state of complete servitude, his posture, his position, completely stripped away of all restraint. I recorded it with the camera, because I wanted him to see how beautiful he was.
I positioned myself behind him and rubbed my cock, letting him feel the heat. The asshole blinked, hungry. The big head went in, and at first he got nervous, but patience was the best virtue. Benji’s squeal was just as good as the tightness around my cock.
I waited a while for him to relax. I was not moving but Benji was moaning in pleasure, moaning loudly, enjoying my cock. When he pushed against me, I knew I could go on, cock pulsing inside him, warm, tight, the grab of his anus around me was astounding.
I pushed my cock deeper, and on the way until my balls were touching his ass. The first thrust lasted a few minutes.
“Ohmmgmd,” he said.
“What?”
“Keep going!”
“Sure thing,” I said, smiling.
I knew that no matter what I did, whether I fucked him doggy style or chicken style, fast or slow, the important thing was to last. I had pretty good focus when I put my mind to it. My cock was inside him and it wouldn’t leave for a while. He would learn the true meaning of being gay.
When I got close, really close, I stopped completely for a few seconds. At first he complained, but then he learned to appreciate a little rest. As it was his first time, his ass was really good at grabbing, spending away our lube so I had to replenish it very often.
I lay down and began to fuck sideways. My cock was red raw, and so was his gaping hole. He would have to learn to deal with that too. Whenever I accidently removed my cock completely, his puffy anus contracted, unable to close for a few seconds. It was a beautiful sight. Everything was recorded on his phone.
Sometimes Benji looked back at me, eyes wide, a mixture of wonder, outrage and love. But when I smiled, he smiled back. By that point, his cock was limp, spent, he had ejaculated twice and was just enjoying the invasion of his anus.
“How are you doing this?” he said, as I grabbed more lube.
“Secret,” I said. “Want me to stop?”
He shook his head, surprising even himself. “Keep fucking me. Fuck me all night.”
Benji didn’t treat me the same after that. I noticed he stopped calling me ‘bro’ for a while, but now, after our first proper fuck, he looked at me differently, like I was much much more. He was more silent, more subdued, and watched my face like I was some kind of incredible painting.
We hit the beach the next morning, returned, and fucked some more. Bathroom, bed, terrace floor, and even the pool. We were fuck machines.
But it wasn’t just sex. We went for night outs, parties, and mostly, we slept together watching the sunset through the big window in the bedroom. We read books by the pool, drank wine in the evening, and surfed.
The perfect break could not be ruined. Until I woke up one day, and Benji was not there. He left a message that he was going to the groceries. I went to do my morning hygiene calmly, and when I heard the noise at the door, I assumed he was back.
But it was, in fact, his father. I held my surprise well enough. The fake smile, the fake respect, everything was automatic and came naturally. I did not, however, realized that one of our recordings, Benji and I, doing crazy love, was playing on the TV, which Benji liked doing for some fucking reason. And his dad was suddenly privy to the gaping hole of his son, squirting my cum out, while I sucked on it. I ran to turn it off, knowing it was too late. His dad was in some sort of shock. He didn’t even get mad, but turned around and left.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, bringing both my hands to my head. My thoughts were for Benji. Eloíse’s warning. A guy named Jairo whom I didn’t even know how he fit into everything. I was suddenly overwhelmed by fear of the future. One thing I knew, though: it was all over.
I sat on the beach. I held up the chain he gave me, and looked at the word ‘baby’. Then I held tight to the small gold object and tried not to cry. I really didn’t think there was going to be an easy way out of that hole. I didn’t know how long I sat there. And even after he sat next to me, in silence, I kept staring out into the ocean, waiting for him to curse me, blame me.
“You better have used sunscreen.” I shook my head. Benji made a disapproving sound. “Sorry I wasn’t there when he arrived.”
“He talked to you?”
“He screamed.”
I cringed.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, dude.”
“How can you be so calm?”
“I’m not. I’m just scared you’re gonna run away from me.” Benji came closer, cleaning the sand from his hands. He bumped his shoulder on mine. “I love you, you know?”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Love love. Like full gay love. It’s all been happening pretty fast, and I had to think fast, but I’ve always considered myself very smart. Besides, you’re a hell of a fuck.”
I stared at him. He smiled.
“I love you too.”
“Oh I know. It wasn’t until you fucked my brains out that I realized you definitely knew what you were doing. You are not straight.”
“I guess you are pretty smart,” I said, and we laughed together.
“You don’t have to worry about my dad. Guess what I found out? My mother called me Yesterday, told me everything. Dad was caught having sex with his boss, a 60 year old man, got fired. And that’s not all, he was having an orgy with many other men from his office. It’s even on the news now.”