Bennington's Place
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Ben grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me hard on the mouth. Then, he ripped my shirt up over my head and threw me back hard onto the bed. I fell freely like a child being tossed in the air in a bed sheet. Ben pounced on top of me, sliding down my body like a snake and smothering me in quick wet kisses. He stopped briefly at a nipple, giving it a gentle tweak with his teeth. I flinched. He bit at it and sucked, then continued down passed my navel and to the zipper on my jeans.
I lifted my waist so he could peel off my pants, exposing the rising bulge in my briefs. I was shocked at the way he had just taken complete control; totally different than the way he was just in conversation. I liked it. He wasted no time with my briefs, yanking them down passed my legs and throwing them on the floor with my pants. He gobbled up my cock in one quick gulp, slowly engulfing it until his nose was buried deep into my pubes. My breaths grew quicker as he continued to inhale, only easing the grip of his lips to stuff my balls into his cheeks. He finally vomited my cock and balls, releasing them from his wide jaws.
He licked at my scrotum, rubbing the bristle on his face against my legs. It tickled, and I tightened my hips against the sides of his neck, locking him into a scissor hold. He forced his way out with ease and swallowed my cock again, sliding his lips up and down it over and over again like a kid jumping on a trampoline. I squinted my eyes trying to hold back screams of pleasure.
The looks on my face must have excited Ben. In his large hands, he gripped my hips and began to roll me over. My stomach had barely landed on the mattress when he was burying his tongue in between my ass cheeks. When he had found my tight pucker, I couldn’t hold back the screams any more. I called out like a moaning calf, and Ben only buried his tongue deeper into me. He took my buttocks into his palms and spread them wide. The cool air drying his spittle deep in my ass sent shivers up my spine.
He released the hold on my ass and I could hear the sound of his zipper, then a shuffle of pants, a movement of his legs at the side of the bed as he slid out of the wet jeans like they were a second layer of skin. Then, he was crawling up over the side of the bed while straddling me. His tongue left my hole, and his hands were there again, spreading me apart. I felt the nudge of his meaty mushroom head and I suddenly held my breath.
“Relax,” he whispered in my ear.
I exhaled slowly as he pushed himself inside. His slobbery spit left down there helped to ease the pain. I felt my fleshy muscles part, allowing his long slender pole to glide into me. His cock tapped my soft prostate and I cried out again. Ben grunted in my ear and began to ride me. He fucked hard and quick, like a jack rabbit, like a jack hammer. The sound escaping me vibrated like someone beating on my back. I tried to raise my hips to meet his thrusts, but I was powerless beneath his giant torso. The smack of his abs against the small of my back practically synced with the beats of my pounding heart. That was when he dug his tongue into my ear.
His biting at my lobes helped to carry my thoughts elsewhere, away from that growing feeling in my gut. I felt like I wanted to explode. I wanted Ben to explode inside me, filling me up with his hot man juice. I would soon get my wish. Ben rose up like a cowboy on a bronco, giving me a few more pumps. Then, he began to slow. I knew he was getting close. His strokes became long and slow as he teased me with the girth of his rod. I rocked my ass back and forth, begging him to give it to me, trying hard to pull his orgasm out of him. And then, I finally did.
With a few quick soundless cries, Ben held his cock inside me to let it spew. Then, he pulled it out quickly like a cork from a bottle and finished shooting his white load up my back. The steamy slap and force of it against me made me smile.
“Your turn,” Ben said rolling me back over with one quick thrust of his hand.
He grabbed my semi-erect penis in his sticky hand and began to stroke and pump it. I tried to take it from him and finish myself off, knowing it would be quicker, but he wouldn’t let me. He pushed my hands away and pinched my tit to make me stop. I bit my lips, closed my eyes, and let him have his way. With the feel of his hot breath on the head of my cock, I looked down to find he had drawn nearer to it. He studied it like someone looking through a microscope, eyeing the throbbing veins under my skin now gripped tightly in his hand.
A grunt signaled to him that I was close, and then I moaned again and again and again. I bounced my hips up and down on the bed, fucking his hand, forcing him to stroke me faster. He planted one large hand flat on my stomach trying to hold me still. I did not feel the immediate launch of come from the head of my cock till it squirted the second time. It stung so hard like water shooting from the hose, like a piss held back for too long. White cream shot Ben in the chin. He flinched. The second load shot up my stomach and landed on my collar bone. No one, and I do mean no one, had ever made me shoot so hard before. And of all people, I couldn’t believe Ben had achieved that just now.
He took my climax from his chin and tasted its saltiness with a finger. Then, he rubbed his hand up my side smearing myself across my skin. He lay on top of me and pushed his tongue into my mouth, pressing my come between us. I liked the taste of myself mixed in his mouth, the feeling of him laying there on top of me as heavy as bricks.
This was his place. And I liked him being there.
Very much.