"Feelings No Longer Inside"
One hot summer day, Ben Baxton sweated out his soul after mowing his yard. His brown skin turned darker from the hot, beaming sun. His blue jeans had dust on them, claiming dominance over his day of yard work and a shower called out to rescue him from his labor. Ben took off his soaked Braves cap and went towards his parent's house, leaving the green lawn mower out in the yard. When he almost reached the door, a guy slowed his green car down and honked at him.
Ben turned to see the car backing up and pulling into his parent's driveway. He walked toward the vehicle and noticed the guy's face. It was an old classmate of his, Larry Murry. He was a football jock at their high school. He was one of the guys who used to partake in stripping the freshmen naked, embarrassing them. He was the only stocky-built, white guy on the defensive line along side you.
"Well, well. What's up stranger? How long has it been? Ten years?" Larry asked.
"Ha," Ben chuckled. "It's actually been about twelve. How have you been, man?"
"I've been doing great. All I do in my free time is play video games."
"Nice," Ben said.
Later during the conversation, Ben's mother calls for him to go run an errand for her. Ben points out that he must go.
"I'll get at you later, man. Here's my number," Larry said, getting a sticky note and a pen. He gave it to him, and they went their separate ways.
***
A few days later, Ben texts Larry and gets invited to play the hottest fighting game. Ben drives to his house on the south side of Jackson. Ben reminisced at the time where Larry jacked off on the school bus in the shadows after they won the game that night. Larry had turned 18 on that day, and he considered the win and the jacking off two birthday gifts for the night. Ben was the only person who saw him do it from behind his seat. The moonlight revealed his white, five-inch dick turning red like a red Hulk and growing wider. Larry used his spit as his lube and moaned softly not to draw attention. Well, at least not too much. He managed to snatch Ben's. It was as if he knew Ben was watching because Ben's breath could be felt on his neck from behind him. Larry's dick spat out his load on the back of the seat in front of him, and he discreetly wiped it off with his grass-stained football pants. He then fell asleep until they reached their destination.
Ben wondered why he felt so attracted to that act or was he attracted to Larry. Ben was raised in a good Christian home, but he questioned why did he have feelings for both women and men. He was always taught that it was wrong to have sex with the same sex, and you'll go to hell. Why on Earth will he be attracted to both sexes in the first place? This was Ben's secret life question that he was afraid to ask anyone at his church.
Ben finally makes it to Larry's house. It looked in the need of a serious paint job. The one-story house looked tattered with the walls, resembling a Dalmatian dog. Larry's looked out the window and quickly opened the front door seconds later.
"Are you ready to fight to the death?" Larry said with a smirk on his face. Surprisingly, Larry wore a white muscle shirt and black basketball shorts with an off brand label on the side.
"I didn't bring my Xbox controller," Ben responds, shrugging his shoulders.
"Don't worry, dude. I got you," Larry said, inviting him in.
It's the first time in years that Ben saw his whole frame. Over the years, Larry had gained weight and his ass had gotten a little bigger and chunkier. It looked similar to the BBW women he liked watching in porn videos. It looked quite plump. Ben felt like he wanted to smack it, but he quickly realized that this was man.
Larry's living room illuminated an entertainment heaven with the smell of chocolate. His trophies on his entertainment system were a 55" Samsung LED TV, Xbox One Sunset Overdrive Edition, PS4 The Last of Us Edition, and a black Wii U. The consoles sat shoulder to shoulder to each other in all of their glory. On the coffee table there was a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup swirled around in it. The bottle of syrup sat next to it.
Larry directed Ben to his two emoticon bean bags in front of his sofa about four feet from the TV. "Have a seat and let the games begin."
They played Mortal Kombat, and Ben was getting his ass beat. When Larry unleashed a combo on Ben's character, he would playfully punch Larry in the right arm. Each time was harder than the last. Ben started to punch back when he got tired of it. Ben looked down at Larry's shorts when a loading screen came up. He noticed Larry achieved a big hard on, as if he obtained a higher fighting ranking. This made Ben get hard himself.
Larry noticed Ben's eyes looking down. "What are you looking at?" he asked.
"Nothing, man I was just thinking about some stuff," Ben said, deterring the question.
"It's ok," Larry said, touching his junk. "At some points in a man's life we look at each other's dicks. I do it all the time. I see yours got perked up." Larry points at Ben's dick, almost touching it.
"Hold on," Ben said, swatting his hand away. "That's for women only."
