So, in my first four chapters, I told you about my first few months with my love, Benj. Quick recap (can you picture me ticking off my fingers?): In chapter one, I introduced you to Benj and his condition. Basically, my babe has an extreme cum-swallowing compulsion (my “cream” – his words, not mine). Chapter two, I shared how I decided I needed to start training him to take my cum in his mouth *and* his ass. Chapter three is just a joyful recount of the second time I planted a big load in Benj’s ass and kept him leaking through a brunch with his friends.
Chapter four is a personal fave about the first time I woke Benj with my dick in his ass – the third time I made his ass overflow with my cream. I actually love this memory so much that, over the years, I’ve woken in the middle of the night thinking about that night. So you probably can guess what I usually do, right? I do a faithful reenactment, of course. 😉
While I’m generally trying to recount things in chronological order, for this chapter, I think I’ll temporarily spring forward a bit to share a non-creampie memory I’ve been thinking of recently…
This is a little over a year into our relationship, and I was working on our taxes. Now, we weren’t married or civil unioned or anything. We weren’t even technically living together – though, by that point, that was more due to our not being able to exit our respective leases than our not wanting to live together. So why was I doing our (still separate) taxes? Because I’m good at it, don’t mind it, and Benj hates it. So, being a good boyfriend, I offered to do his, too. And he accepted that offer with the eagerness he usually reserves for sucking my dick. Good BF points, ka-ching!
Now, I’ve described Benj before – his curly brown hair, hazel eyes, muscular body with big furry pecs and firm belly (no six-pack; my boy likes to eat), and a big amazing ass. If I were trying to be objective, I’d say that his face is more striking than conventionally handsome. His nose is probably a bit too strong and his mouth a bit too wide to fit that particular bill. But, to me, of course, he’s gorgeous and sex-on-legs. Well, this chapter focuses on his pecs – specifically, his nipples. Benj has beautiful thick perky nips – not unusually large or anything, but big enough that they’re noticeable through a shirt, especially given that his big pecs already draw the eyes to his chest.
Well, Benj is of two minds about his nips. On the one hand, he’s a bit self-conscious about them. So if he’s going to work or anything the least bit conservative, he’ll be sure to wear a thick t-shirt beneath his shirt so they’re not prominent. On the other hand, he’s vain enough to like the effect they have on many men – particularly, me. And he’s not averse to using them to his advantage.
See, our relationship doesn’t really fit what I’d consider a classic dom-sub arrangement. At first glance it might appear that way because Benj needs to suck my dick every day and the act of sucking dick strikes many as inherently subservient. On top of that, as you know from the prior chapters, I’ve had to take a firm hand to Benj to get my sexual needs fully met. If it were up to him, then or now twelve years later, Benj would always go for swallowing my load. That’s just how his brain and sexual desires work. So, the only way I’ve been able to breed him all these years is by conditioning my dick on him giving up his ass.
So, yes, there’s *some* dom-sub there, but, beyond that, Benj’s not submissive. He has zero problem letting me know what he wants, when he wants it. But it’s not all him demanding “gimme dick,” he definitely knows how to coax me, manipulate me or outright bargain with me (another story there soon) to get what he wants. This was one of those coaxing times.
That night, when I started working on our taxes, he went off to the gym. All cool. I saw him put on his gym shorts and a loose tank top. This type of loose tank top you will have noticed guys wearing before. It’s the type with large arm holes that barely covers the chest. I call it the “nip slip” tank because whenever guys wear them (whether they’re stacked or not), any movement, whether walking or lifting weights, will cause the tank to shift – and out slips the nipple.
For whatever reason, I find these nip slips to be crazy hot – hotter even than a fully bare-chested man. There’s just something about seeing the curve of a man’s pec from the side and watching knowing that any moment – pow – out pops a nipple and pec. It’s like a continuous striptease. I’ve sprung many an inopportune boner at gyms when some guy wears one of these tanks.
Benj knew this. He also knew that I wasn’t crazy about him wearing them at gyms. For me, the tanks are pure sex – it’s practically jerking your dick in someone’s face. Now, I had no worries that Benj was going to cheat on me – he’s amazingly loyal and completely uninterested in other guys’ cum. But, still, I wasn’t in love with the idea of him being ogled throughout his workout. Let’s just call it a mild form of jealousy or possessiveness.
And, as I said, Benj knew that it riled me up. So, for him, that was the entire point. He usually was pretty horny post-workout and wanted my special protein shake. That was pretty much business as usual for us. But his wearing that tank? That was a preemptive shot across my bow that my boy was already feeling antsy and would be expecting satisfaction upon his return. Totally fine. He saw me look him over, knew his message had been received, then left the apartment.
The problem was, upon his return, I was not in a good frame of mind. The numbers in the tax software were not reconciling and I was trying to figure out what the problem was – was it a data entry problem or a bigger problem? So I was annoyed and focused on figuring that out. And I didn’t pay him sufficient attention upon returning all swole and sweaty, like I’d normally do.
Now, usually I’m a big proponent of blowjobs as the cure for life’s frustrations. Come home annoyed about something that happened at work? Sit down, blow your load down a man’s talented throat, and, 9 times out of 10, things will feel a lot better. But my frustration then was more of the intensely focused, near neurotic kind.
So Benj was annoyed. But Benj is also not easily put off. There are times he’ll literally grab me by the dick. Like I said, he’s no submissive. But this time he went for the seduction track.
After walking around in my field of vision apparently didn’t work, he upped the effort. Standing near me, he bunched the front of his tank, so both pecs popped out. “Colin, remind me not to buy this brand again.
“Hmm, ok.” (I was still in tax land)
“Something about the material chafes like a bitch.”
“Mmm-hmm, that’s annoying.”
“See, look how sore they are!” I looked up, really looked up, and he was lightly teasing his nips with his two index fingers. I had to laugh. Big boner in his shorts aside, it was obvious what he was doing.
He smiled and approached me. “See, feel how bad it is!” I reached up and lightly squeezed his left nip.
“The other one, too!” At this point, I’m just rubbing and stroking both his nips.
He then put his chest right in my face, so his left nip is hovering near my mouth. I could smell him, his scent sharpened by the sweat from his workout. God, I loved it – something about it just lit up the pleasure centers of my brain.
So I leaned forward and flicked it with my tongue. I’d meant to tease him a bit, but, just one salty tasty lick, and I had thrown patience and playing out the window. My mouth latched on to that nipple sucking for all its worth, while my hand played with his other nip. And my tongue worked that nip. Benj liked his nips licked, sucked, flicked, squeezed, and teased – but not bitten. His nips were sensitive and he was not into pain there at all. I have some biting tendencies but I’ve learned to reserve them for biting his shoulder or neck when I’m railing him. In the heat of passion, with a dick in his ass, it’s the only time I can get away with it, ha.
Anyway, I’d licked and sucked one nip, then moved over to the other. After it got its fair share of attention, my mouth had expanded, trying to take in more and more of his big pec. He knew he had me now, so he dropped down and pulled me onto the carpeted floor. And, before I knew it, my pants were pulled off. He also wasn’t in a teasing mood anymore, so he went straight to business, sucking hard for all his worth. When he’s horned up like that, he likes to go for the dick hard so he can rip a load out of me and move straight into a second, more leisurely suck.
Benj gripped my dick hard with his right hand, jerking it up and down, while his mouth sucked hard at the head – like I said, he meant business. With that tight, wet friction, I wasn’t going to last long and soon was groaning that I was about to cum. Now, my “gonna cum!” warnings for Benj are, of course, not the polite types you give a guy when you don’t know whether he’s into swallowing or not. For Benj, it was an alert so he could take his cream the way he was in the mood for. Some times, he likes to dive down and feel my cum hit the back of his throat as he swallows. Other times, he likes to catch it full on his tongue, so he can savor the taste of it before swallowing it down.
This time, however, he was in a messier mood than usual. At my warning, he jerked my dick faster and kept his mouth loose over the head, swirling with his tongue. When I started shooting, he opened his mouth wide, so the cum shot mostly into his mouth. He swallowed some but let his mouth hang open so some of my cum spilled back out and onto my dick and his right hand. Not his usual style – he usually doesn’t waste a drop.
As I recovered my breath, he proceeded to lick my cum off his fingers, then lap at the cum pooled around my crotch. He then began to slowly lick my dick up and down, moaning. Now, my dick was still hard and would stay that way, but the head was sensitive. So, after each lick up, Benj just flicked the head a bit with his tongue. Some licks he would prod my slit a bit, trying to coax my precum (post-precum? ha!) into flowing again.
Now, these second sessions are usually leisurely, ten to twenty minutes. Benj’s mouth is a tireless medical marvel. I was just lying there, enjoying my mental float and Benj’s talented mouth, but I soon cottoned on to the fact that Benj was still a bit frantic, even with a large dollop of cream in his belly. He was licking my dick a little more rapidly than usual, and he was lapping at the head a bit more aggressively. His moans had also gotten louder.
And so I realized that he wanted this to be a three-cum session. I can cum three times without much issue, but I need to do intense-intense-then leisurely. I can’t go intense-leisurely-then leisurely again, which was why Benj was trying to ratchet things back up. He angled his body toward me, so I could see the full side of his chest and heaving pecs through his tank and his workout shorts. He had a big bulge and even a wet spot from his leaking dick.
I gamely reached out and stroked his dick through his shorts, then reached over and resumed stroking his nips. It was all really hot, of course, but I guess my mind was still more “floating” than “fucking.”
Benj must’ve sensed this and so hopped up. “Be right back!” He then dashed to the bathroom.
He came back a couple of minutes later, completely naked, except for his white socks. He then dropped back down to the floor and began warming my cold cock back up with his mouth. I propped my back up some and admired his curly head bobbing up and down on my dick. Felt amazing and would’ve been an awesome leisurely session. But, as I said, Benj was still frantic.
After a few minutes of reacquainting my dick with his mouth, Benj again angled his naked body so he was sucking me almost perpendicular. Still hoovering my dick, he grabbed my right hand and put it on his hard dick. I knew he didn’t want me to jerk him off – he wouldn’t want to cum until his mental cum lever had been properly pulled – so I just stroked it a bit, trying to get more horned up.
He then surprised me by taking my hand and pushing it past his taint, up to his hole. Now, assplay is a bit of a contradiction for us. Benj is a total bottom who loves his ass to be licked and played with, but he’ll rarely initiate assplay. Why? Because my playing with his ass usually led to me sticking my dick in his ass. And my Benj has a cum compulsion. He wants to swallow my load more than he wants his ass played with – hence, I’m the one who usually initiates it.
So, for Benj, this was the sex equivalent of playing with fire. He really, really wanted to swallow a couple more loads right then and needed me really horned up to get it. And since I hadn’t responded adequately to the usual inducements – hard sucking, moans, big sweaty pecs, hard leaking dick – he was willing to gamble with his ultimate enticement, his perfect hole.
I was such an ass man that there was no question that playing with Benj’s hole would fire me up. The only question was whether I’d push Benj to the floor and plant my seed deep in his ass. And he was apparently willing to risk it all, lol. My fingers dances around the rim of his hole – and it was slick! He’d actually lubed up when undressing. He really, really was playing with fire.
I skooched closer to him so I could really sink a couple of my fingers into his hot hole. God, it was so hot and slick, and he continued to moan while he sucked my dick. My dick went from hard to painfully-hard like that. I crooked my finger so I could prod his joy-button, and a long string of precum oozed out of his thick dick. With my other hand, I reached out and caught it on my fingers, before licking it off.
We continued like this for a few minutes and I knew I’d blow soon. I was fired up but wanted to fuck. I said: “Benj, get down.”
He looked up at me and whimpered a bit, but then lifted his mouth off my dick and swiveled around. He then laid his chest and face against the carpet, with his legs wide and ass up – a perfect downward dog, ready to be mounted.
God, I loved my man. I knew what he wanted but he’d assumed the position without complaint. Hell, I’d already given him big dollop of cream to savor. By all rights, I could dick his ass down and not even be a totally selfish bastard, ha.
But, this time, the ass presentation would have to be enough. I crawled over, placed my hands on his ass, then guided him to flip over onto his back. I then crawled over him so we were in a 69-position, and I fed him my dick. His entire body shivered with pleasure as he realized I was going to feed him again.
Honestly, I’m not a huge fan of face-fucking or 69-ing. When I’m getting my dick sucked, I like to enjoy the sensation while my hands roam. When I’m sucking a dick, I like to enjoy the taste, smells and sounds involved. So doing both at the same time generally diminishes the experience of one or the other too much. As for face-fucking, you don’t get the delicious friction of an ass or the pleasures from a talented tongue – plus, there’s more teeth.
But my dick and pelvis were yelling “fuck something,” so I sank my dick in Benj’s hungry mouth rather than his ass. Though face-fucking’s not usually my thing, Benj can take it like a champ, with extreme pleasure. So I pushed in deep and held it there so he’d choke a bit, the way he likes, then proceeded to pump my dick in and out of his mouth. While he frantically sucked, drool flowing out of his mouth.
I didn’t suck his dick (as he wouldn’t want to cum just yet), but just gave it little licks and nuzzled his sweaty balls. And my hands gripped his legs for support.
As I felt myself getting close, I took my right hand and again plunged my fingers into his hot, sweaty, lubed hole. Feeling that pot of gold tipped my mind over the edge and I came what felt like buckets down Benj’s throat. His dick was hard and swollen like a rocket, glistening with his precum. He shivered all over again as he swallowed, doing the whimper thing I love.
After I finished cumming and Benj had literally squeezed my dick of every last drop, I rolled off him and back onto the carpet. And we just both laid there for a bit, just enjoying the glow. Benj idly tugged on his hard dick, so I knew he still wanted a third load. If he’d been sated by that second, he’d be doing something, or getting me to do something, so he could fully cum himself.
After a few minutes, I was sick of the floor and got up. Looking down at Benj, I could see that though he wasn’t sated, his frantic edge had been taken off by that second load. So I went over to the couch and sat down, turning on the TV to some mindless program. Benj would come over when he was ready.
He soon came over and I widened my legs so he could kneel down between them. I’d had two intense orgasms and was totally good there. He needed another from me and I was content to give it to him. But he’d have to put the work in for it, not me. Of course, he’d never consider it ‘work,’ ha.
It took him a while to nurse that third load out of me, but my trooper of a dick duly spilled more cream down his throat. Only then did Benj quickly jerk himself off.
Later that night, I finished our taxes. You know the look when your partner is especially pleased with you? Well, Benj looked like that for several days straight, ha – he looked at me like I hung the moon! Though we got off plenty of times over those days, I was the guys who, when he was in an especially manic moment, deposited three large loads in his belly – and did his taxes! 😉
Hopefully, you enjoyed this window into my life with Benj. This series is my first time writing about it, so if ya liked it, please drop me a note (or some photos, ha): [email protected]. More tales to come. I’m a lucky, lucky man.
-Colin
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