I have to do this is 2 parts.
Part One
After my encounter with Austin I went home and re-evaluated things. With the money I’d made I was able to put a down payment on my own place and get moved in. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was nice and fit me well. It was quite a relief to get out of my sister’s place. It also served as a distraction from what I’d just been put through. The way I was treated by Austin had fucked me up a little. Yes, there were physical marks and wounds that had to heal, but the mental scarring was worse. Here was Jack, a guy I trusted implicitly, setting me up with some psycho. And the things Austin did to me? Completely degrading and abusing me was unacceptable, but the worst part was that there was some part of me deep down that liked it. In the nights since, I had, on more than one occasion, woken up in the middle of a dream with my dick so hard it hurt. And in those dreams I was being used in ways similar to the ways Austin had used me. But, unlike reality, in my dreams there was some semblance of consent I had given. I understood what I was getting into. That, to me, was a totally different scenario that what had happened in reality. I’m a little ashamed to admit, that I’d jerked off thinking about those dreams.
Jack called and texted me incessantly. He left voicemails trying to apologize. He’d written pages worth of texts about how wrong he’d been and how he wished I would answer him to give him a chance to explain and make things right. I never answered or replied. Although, I was tempted to text and ask if he’d had anything to do with Austin being jumped a short time after our encounter. I’d heard that he’d taken a pretty bad beating and while part of me hoped Jack did that for me, I was never sure if Jack had that kind of fury in him. Maybe he did and it was something I’d never seen before. Maybe it was just a coincidence. But I’d heard that his hand was broken and several things stolen including his phone which had the video he’d made of us that day. Maybe I’ll never know.
A few days after getting settled in at my new place I was upstairs lounging in my theater room. I’m sure I looked a wreck. I was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts rolled up a little bit as to get more sun on my legs. You see, I’d planned on doing an outdoor workout, but Chopped was just too damn good that day. As I was laying there I got a notification on my phone that someone was at the door. I wasn’t expecting any package so I was immediately irritated that someone had walked up to my door and rung the doorbell interrupting my Chopped time. I flung the remote into the arm of the chair I was reclining in and got up to head downstairs. Once there, I opened the door and it was a younger looking dude. He was wearing bright colors, almost obnoxiously bright, and a backwards hat. He offered his hand as I opened the door. “Hey! I’m your new neighbor. I saw you just moved in.” I reached out and took his hand and shook firmly. I wanted to convey a sense that he was bothering me and that I didn’t really care to meet neighbors at this particular moment. Chopped was about to be at the dessert round, after all. “Nice to meet you. I’m Cameron.” I said, in a tone that I thought was terse, but seemed to go over this guy’s head. He smiled ear to ear. “Yea, man. I know who you are! You’re like, one of my idols.”
I’m sure I looked confused as he said I was one of his idols. Why would someone idolize me? I’m nothing more than a high end whore these days. Did he know? I nodded up and down trying to feign a smile. “Ah, ok. Nice. Thanks, I guess. Well, I hope you have a good day.” I started to retreat inside when he spoke up again. “I’m sorry to bother you, really, I am. But is there any chance I could pick your brain? Bounce some ideas off you?” I opened the door fully again. “I’m sorry, but I never caught your name. What was it?” I asked. He looked almost embarrassed to be asked his name, but offered it nonetheless. “Ben. My name is Ben. Ben Azelart.” I nodded and smiled trying to be nice and pretend I’d heard of him before. Ben kept talking. “I do Instagram stuff with Brent Rivera. I’m trying to build a brand called STAY WILD.” I couldn’t help myself but think how stupid this all sounded, but Ben just kept talking. “It would be an awesome opportunity to learn from you. Maybe collab? I’d definitely cut you in on the profit side, of course.” Since it didn’t seem like Ben was going to remove himself from my doorstep, I decided to offer to let him come inside. “Yea, alright, we can talk. Wanna come in?” Ben immediately agreed and walked inside. I closed the door behind him. He started looking around at my open floorplan. “Nice place. Not much furniture yet, huh?” he ask. “It’s all ordered and on the way. I’ve got basically my theater room and bedroom furnished.” He nodded up and down and rubbed his hands together. I had to give him credit, he was attractive. The bright colors he was wearing, while over the top, seemed to somehow work for him? His skin wasn’t quite as olive and dark as my own, but it was definitely bronzed by the sun. The hair that poked out from under his hat was also bleached by the sun. The other thing I couldn’t help but notice were his lips. They were amazing. Just a perfect shade of pink and so full. I’m not sure when I started looking at guys this way, but it was definitely something that was beginning to happen more and more and I couldn’t help but notice him.
I waved for him to join me. “Wanna go upstairs? I got some chairs up there.” He looked up at me and quickly said, “Yea, man.” before he followed behind me. It wasn’t until we had gotten back to the top of the stairs that I was reminded of my current state of undress. A little embarrassed, I apologized. “Man, I wasn’t expecting company. Lemme grab a shirt real quick.” Before I could make a move to my room, Ben waved me off. “Don’t worry about it, bro. I live most of my life without a shirt. It’s almost weird when I actually do wear one.” He laughed at himself as he finished speaking. Since he was comfortable with it, I decided what I was wearing was fine and we headed into the theater room and sat beside each other in a couple of oversized leather chairs. The previous owners must have been movie buffs because the room was built with a platform in mind. So, I had 4 chairs in the front. And then on the platform behind it two leather couches and then another platform with 4 more chairs. That room alone was one of the main reasons I bought the house.
By the time we got seated and settled in I noticed that I had missed the ending of Chopped. It shouldn’t have mattered, but I couldn’t help but be a little peeved that this guy was interrupting my time to relax and gather myself. “So, what can I do to help you?” I asked. Ben looked at me and then at the ceiling. “I need to be able to build my brand and my following to be as big as yours. I wanna be able to build my own thing. Have my own image, You know, separate from Brent and Lexi.” I was somewhat familiar to whom he was referring. Brent Rivera had built a successful brand for himself through Instagram and his sister Lexi and hung on to his coat tails. They were the typical Instagram type. Both good looking, but totally a goody two shoes type. They weren’t the types to ever get in any kind of trouble, ever do anything too risqué and, to my taste, were vanilla and boring. I nodded at Ben to indicate I understood. “You’re tired of the goody goody act, I take it?” He smiled excitedly like we were on the same page. “Yea! That’s it exactly. I’m just bored with it.” I looked at him seriously, “you should hang with me more often then. I doubt you’d ever be bored.”
At this point in time, I had gone weeks without sex. The last sex I had was with Austin and it wasn’t something I had gone into today anticipating, but there seemed to be at least a modicum of interest in his voice when he talked about idolizing me that I couldn’t help but pick up on. Ben looked confused, but smiled regardless. “What do you mean?” he kind of chuckled as he said it. My expression didn’t change. I wanted him to know this was for real. “You know exactly what I mean, don’t you?” Months ago I couldn’t imagine myself saying the types of things I’m saying to a perfect stranger these days. This was totally out of my character, but more recently, not out of my character at all. I ran a hand inside my shorts to my dick where I began rubbing my hand over my cock getting myself harder by the second. Ben watched me with an obvious sense of trepidation. He looked at me and then toward the door. For a brief moment I wondered if I’d overplayed my hand. But when he looked back at me and our eyes locked again, I knew I hadn’t. He bit him full bottom lip nervously. “Yea. I think I do.” he said softly. I felt him gently reach over and touch my thigh in a way that reminded me of a nervous teenager on his first date. I nodded reassuring him that what he was doing was not only ok, but it was exactly what he should be doing. With one hand on my cock, I lifted my other hand and with a finger motioned for him to come closer. He arranged himself and leaned over the arms of our chairs. When he was close enough, I put my hand on the back of his neck tenderly and brought his lips to mine. They were as soft as I’d hoped. He must have been wearing chapstick because his lips tasted of cherry. To my great delight he was a fantastic kisser. Our tongues danced in my mouth and then in his. As we kissed I pulled my hand from my shorts and grabbed his hand and brought it to my hard cock. Undoubtedly, he could feel the heat emanating from my dick in my shorts as I placed his hand on me. As I did, he broke our kiss and looked nervous again. “Is this ok? Am I doing ok?” I couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t acting like a nervous teenager, he was a nervous teenager.
I reached up and pulled off his backwards hat and threw it on the floor. “You’re doing great.” He smiled, seemingly relieved. I reached over to grab his shirt and pull it over his head. As I got it over his head I immediately threw it to the floor where it landed over top of his hat. Even in the muted light of my theater room I could tell he had a nice body. He wasn’t crazy muscular and ripped, but he had a nice definition and tone to him that was pleasant. Maybe I liked it because his body reminded me of my own. Defined, but with a soft quality to it. I ran a hand up his stomach and to his chest. The boy was completely hairless. I hadn’t noticed it before, but his arms had barely any hair at all. No trace of any on his chest and what grew under his arms it appeared he shaved. I stood up from my chair and grabbed him by the hand. I went to the platform behind us where the couches are and plopped down on one. As I laid on my back he sat close to me rubbing my legs, but seemed unsure of what, exactly, he could and couldn’t do. I nodded to him raising my chin toward the ceiling, “it’s not gonna suck itself, you know?”
Ben shot me a devilish grin, but it quickly faded and a look of concern shot over his face. He looked at me, “I’ve never…” I cut him off, “Don’t worry. We’ll go at your pace.” With the Austin situation still fresh on my mind I wanted to be as assuring as I could that I would not do anything to hurt him. But I also wanted to let myself know that I am in control over my body. Not anyone else. Ben’s grin grew wide again. His hands raced up my legs to the elastic of my shorts where he grabbed them and pulled them down my legs. My hard dick popped out as Ben pulled them off me and dropped the shorts to the floor in front of us. He leaned in and with his tongue began licking at my balls all the way up the shaft of my cock to the very tip. Once there he grabbed my cock and took the head in his mouth. His lips felt amazing as the stretched around my dick. What he lacked in dick sucking experience he made up for with desire and gusto. And spit. Lots and lots of spit. As he worked his way up and down my cock he kept his hand nearly connected to his lips pleasuring my entire cock even though he couldn’t take in entirely. I tilted my head back and relaxed as this young, toned twink worked my cock. I moaned to let him know he was doing well. He paused briefly and looked up at me, his face covered in spit. “Is that good? Am I doing ok?” I shook my head up and down and reached out to grab his chin before he had a chance to start sucking again. I brought his face close to mine. As he climbed his body on top of mine I slithered from underneath him to the floor and let him get seated.
I untied his shoes and he kicked them off after which I pulled off the long white socks he’d been wearing. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his zipper down. I could see that he was wearing some sky blue boxer briefs underneath. I put my hands inside the waist band of his underwear and pulled them off together with his shorts in one motion. And there he was. In all his hairless glory. You could tell he shaved his pubes. It wasn’t quite my taste, but seeing as how he seemed naturally hairless basically everywhere else, it suited him nicely. I lifted his left foot off the ground. I kissed the heel of his foot and ran my tongue up the sole until I reached his big toe. I sucked it into my mouth and watched his face. You could tell he was shocked, but at the same time enjoying it. I continued to lick and kiss on his feet and toes until I had done the job I felt I needed to do. And then I started kissing his ankle, up his calf and thigh. As I made my way up him, nearing his hard cock, I said quietly, “I’m going to give you everything you didn’t know you wanted.” With that, I tasted his balls for the first time. He must have showered right before he came because the tasted slightly of soap. It didn’t bother me. Always preferred my guys and girls fresh and clean anyway. I ran my tongue from his balls to the head of his cock where I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him into the back of my throat. I could feel him straighten his back above me. I shoved my nose into his shaved pubic region. Only ever taking about an inch of his cock of out my mouth and deep throating him nearly exclusively. His cock was neither insanely large or small. He had more or less what I had between my legs. Nothing anybody would ever snicker at, but also nothing that would elicit fear reaction either. I’d only been deepthroating his cock for maybe 30 seconds when his legs started quivering and I heard him “Uhh, heyyy…..stopp..stoppp…I’m gonna nut if you don’t….” Naturally, I didn’t stop. He gushed his warm load into my mouth. For the first time, there was a sweetness to cum I hadn’t experienced before. I’d heard it was a thing, but I thought it was bullshit. I swallowed him load down my throat and kept the majority of his cock in my mouth as he came down from his orgasm high.
I looked up at him and he looked beside himself. Embarrassed, scared, it was all over his face.
I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. It just felt sooooo good!” he exclaimed. I smiled and shook my head side to side. “Don’t apologize. I take it as a compliment. Besides, you gave me what I wanted.” A smile returned to his face as I stayed between his open legs. I pulled his dick toward me and then let it slap down against his skin. “You got more in there or are you out?” I asked. “I don’t think you can empty my tank.” He replied. It was nice to finally see some confidence in him. I stood up, my dick outstretched to him. “Gimme a sec.” I said. He looked a little surprised like he was expecting me to have him suck my dick again and I’d robbed him of that chance. I lightly jogged from the theater room down the hall to my room where I grabbed a bottle of lube and came back. Ben had barely moved. I got back down on my knees in front of him. “Now, where were we?” Before another word was said I put his cock in the back of my throat again. He’d started to go a little soft, not completely, but he wasn’t as hard as he’d been a few minutes before. But it was nice to feel him harden again as his dick slid down my throat. Once he’d gotten hard I pulled his dick out of my throat and grabbed both ankles and lifted them. I repositioned us over the arm of the couch where his ass would be in the air. Ben sank in the couch and let out a “oof” sound as I pushed his legs over his head. I leaned in and licked his pink hole. As I did, the few hairs he did have on his body rose and he got goosebumps. I blew a cool breath of air on his hole before diving back in and running my tongue over it. As far as assholes go, his was A+. Soft, pink, tight, perfect for eating. As I ran my tongue over his hole and pushed my tongue inside he really began moaning. I raised up quickly and asked him to hold his own legs up which he did. While I continued tongue fucking his ass, I lubed my fingers up and let them join my tongue. Slowly and cautiously, I began to press one inside him.
Ben never protested or asked me to slow down or speed up once. He never asked for more or fewer fingers than I gave him. In fact, when I started playing with his ass, he just seemed to melt. As if any reservations or concerns he may have still had vanished into the ether. I’d never encountered someone that took to it as immediately as he did. After a few minutes of playing, I squirted some lube on my hand and rubbed it onto my cock. I pulled my body up and positioned my dick at his hole. The head rubbing up against his tightness. I looked at him genuinely. “If you need me to stop tell me and I will.” Ben looked up at me, his face flushed and eyes yearning. He said nothing. Only nodded and sucked his lips into his mouth. I pushed myself inside him and I saw his eyes close and he lifted his hips. “Breeaaatheee, buddy. Just breathe. Relax.” I said as I put a hand on his chest feeling his pec, but also his racing heart. I kept pressing inside him. He felt so tight around my cock it almost hurt. Before I knew it, I could feel my nuts pressed against his ass. “That’s it... just like that.” I told him. I bent down, placed a hand behind his head and began kissing him deeply as I began pumping his hole. With every gentle thrust, Ben would let a breath out into my mouth. I could feel him pulling away from our kiss only to say, “Yeaaaa, fuck me. Fuck my ass…” His eyes closed and I stood back up. I lifted both legs and slowly and surely began to build up speed. As I did, I could see Ben’s hard cock rock back and forth in harmony with my thrusts and he began moaning uncontrollably. His moaning was varied, Occasionally, they were more grunts than moans and then at other times they were very high pitched.
