Continuing to rewrite the rough draft of The Slumber Party, this week I pick up the story with the addition of another party reveler after Benie and Nick haver sex.
Benjie misses Nick's premature departure from the party and is about to go home himself, when Ricky Stokes, an apparantly responsible high schook senior, offers to give him a ride home and not be caught driving after drinking. However Ricky decides to take him to his place for coffee, much to Benjie's surprise.
“That’s enough caffeine for me.” Finishing his coffee, Benjie set his cup on the coffee table, a slight clank of the ceramic vibrated against the wood. “Maybe you should take me to my car now?”
“Not yet.” Resting his head on Benjie’s right shoulder, Ricky wrapped his arm around Benjie’s waist. “Stay a while?”
Benjie tensed his core, attempting to stifle his enthusiasm. Uh-oh. Is he making a pass at me?
Ricky leaned closer and kissed him, ignoring the silence, after his request.
A chilling ripple of goose bumps spread over Benjie.
“Let’s go in the bedroom.” Ricky whispered, interpreting Benjie’s silence as a yes.
Benjie procrastinated, thinking he was still unsure if he would make the right decision to stay. It’s not like I’m going to mess up his sexual identity, like I may have with Nick. But he is so much younger.
“Come on. Don’t I turn you on?” Ricky balked at any further physical affection, not wanting to push his own attraction for Benjie.
“I’m still getting used to the fact that you’re gay. But I like being here with you.”
Ricky stood up, reaching for Benjie’s hand and pulled him into the small bedroom, a full sized mattress positioned on the floor. After Ricky lit a candle, the flame shed their flickering shadows on the wall. Ricky sat on the bed to undress, methodically, like they had sex with each other frequently before.
Benjie peered at his nice proportions as he removed his clothes, long thin arms, a flat, hairless chest, muscular thighs, and a large cock suspending from a prominent, constricted ball sack. Lying down on the bed, casually, like the foreplay had already begun in the living room, Ricky patted his hand on the mattress as a signal for Benjie to join him.
Benjie slid off his shirt and lowered his jeans, tossing both in a pile in the corner. Sitting next to him, nervously staring at Ricky’s swelling penis, Benjie couldn’t hide his reaction; his own cock burst erect, from simply sitting next to him. He heard his own breathing accelerate with the thumping of his heart.
“I’ve wanted you since the day Sammy Lee told me you were gay.” Ricky’s soft voice soothed his ears. “She said you were friendly and open-minded.” Ricky rubbed his long fingers over Benjie’s chest, sighing. “I love your hairy chest.” He rolled over on his side, pulling Benjie next to him, and kissed him quickly on his lips but then withdrawing, like a well-known friend’s hesitant greeting.
Realizing Ricky was dominant and more skilled than himself with men, Benjie waited, anticipating his next move with uncertain thoughts. He has a nice body. Not like Nick’s but a turn-on just the same. I would have liked Nick to respond this way. It’s too bad I can’t tell Ricky what I’m thinking. But I have to keep my promise to Nick, not to tell anyone what happened.
Ricky hesitated, also, observing both their cocks hard but didn’t know how to unravel Benjie’s attraction, if any. He exhaled a deep sigh, finally, rolling Benjie on his back. His mouth descended down to Benjie’s dick, keeping his lips puckered while he sucked, his tongue sliding up and down in rhythm to Benjie’s gratifying sighs.
Benjie’s shaft pulsated while he forced his hips higher, moaning through clenched teeth. “Tighten your lips.” He whispered, as a suggestive prompt to further his satisfaction. He’s so different than Nick. What a relief.
Ricky squeezed his lips lips, sending Benjie in a whirlwind wave of sensations. Ricky stopped momentarily, lifted Benjie’s legs over his chest, moistened his hands with saliva, and lubricated his own dick.
Shuttering at Ricky’s intentions, Benjie warned, “You’re so big. I don’t think I can take you. I’m not used to being screwed.”