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Benjie and Nick Armstrong in the Bedroom
Overwhelmed with Nick’s reaction, Benjie pressed his crotch against his, Nick squirming at first and then grabbing Benjie’s head with his hands, pulling his face toward his dick. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” Benjie locked his jaw, grinding his teeth.
“Yes, I’ve never felt this good. I like you so much. I want to be like you.”
Benjie opened his mouth, slipping over the tip of Nick’s cock and sliding down toward his balls.
As Nick thrust Benjie initially gagged but then swallowed comfortably when Nick’s hand clasped his penis, stroking it rapidly. Benjie almost exploded in orgasm with his grasp. Their moans accelerated louder.
Without any inhibitions, Nick tightened his abs, his groans building, while he forced his cock in and out of Benjie’s mouth, ignoring any possibility of intrusions from outside the room.
Benjie inhaled Nick’s scent, tasted his masculine flavor, and appreciated his innocence in a single deep sigh, struggling to prevent his own orgasm as Nick continued to whack his dick.
Nick’s body shivered until he stopped moving, crying out, “Ah!” Taking in a deep breath, he started ejaculating and resumed pumping his hips until he gasped and released his hand from Benjie’s cock. But it was too late; Benjie couldn’t hold back. His semen spewed on Nick’s stomach. Nick pulled his dick out of Benjie’s mouth, prematurely. When Benjie attempted to complete Nick’s satisfaction, dropping his head down again, Nick’s hands resisted, like a tightening vice. Nick turned to his side, pulling Benjie along with him. He nestled his head on Benjie’s chest.
“Are you alright?” Benjie noticed a few drops of tears trickle on his chest. “It’s okay.” Benjie stifled a dark cloud attempting to change his mood. He wrapped his hands around Nick, attempting to comfort him from the fear that haunted Benjie the first time he had sex with a man.
“That felt so good.” Nick stared up at Benjie. “But... Don’t tell anyone.” His eyes blinked and darted, until they focused on the puddles of cum, smeared on his stomach. “Please don’t say anything.” He repeated, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“It’ll be our secret. I know how you feel. I felt the same way my first time.” Benjie answered. I want to say more, but I don’t know what. He’s inexperienced, like I was the first time. Hell! What have I done? “Everything happened so fast. You didn’t have a chance to fully enjoy what you should’ve.”
“No, it felt really good, really. I don’t know what to do next.” Nick reached for his clothes, beginning to dress. He disregarded the sticky cum, drying on his stomach.
Benjie sat up, wiping his mouth with his hand. Wanting to soften the guilt from Nick’s first sexual encounter with a man, he grabbed a pillow from the bed and began wiping his sperm from Nick’s soft skin. “Let me wipe this off. This is your first time. Don’t feel guilty about it. Try to remember how good you felt.” He studied Nick’s body thoroughly. Ah, I want more of him. My dick is still hard. I don’t care about the consequences. But his first experience with me… It’s torturing him. He’s guilty and afraid.