When I first saw Ben, he was at a party. Not a bar party, but an honest-to-goodness house party like they used to do in high school. It was a really fun night, and I was buzzed and well on my way to being drunk when I spotted him in line for the bathroom.
Honestly, he wasn't the sort of guy I usually go for. He was bookish, with glasses and short, cropped hair. Maybe five foot eight, but probably closer to five six. Not fat, exactly, but not a person who'd seen the inside of a gym very regularly either. I really don't know that I would have talked to him in any other circumstances, but I had to pee and he was in line in front of me, so we ended up having a conversation while we waited.
He was an engineer. The kind that makes software, not bridges. We knew three or four people in common, but hadn't ever really crossed paths before. What I really noticed about him though was his sense of humor. Not just an appreciation for a good joke, but a real sense of comic timing and word play. Just in that line alone, he made me laugh three or four times.
We ended up spending most of that party talking to each other. I kept finding myself closer and closer to him. Eventually I had to admit that it wasn't just to hear him over the music. I'm pretty certain he was finding reasons to get closer to me as well, because around midnight - when both of us had a decent number of drinks in us - we started kissing on the balcony.
Do they teach you to kiss in engineering school? I only ask because Ben was one of those kissers who took your breath away. Sometimes I like a nice beard to rub up against, but his smooth face was soft and more attractive than I was ready for that night. He knew when to kiss softly on the lips, when to slip some tongue into my mouth, when to nip my bottom lip just slightly in his teeth.
My dick was raring to go before we'd spent even five minutes face to face.
I know he knew it too, because I kept pressing it up against him while we made out. He was getting excited as well. I was feeling his hard cock poking through his pants.
But he didn't seem to be getting, y'know, hard hard. Not like I was, where I had to keep readjusting myself because there wasn't enough room in my pants for my erection. I could feel some chub going on with him, but no full-mast pole rising. I didn't want to take it too personally, but I couldn't help it. I wanted this hot computer nerd to want me as much as I wanted him.
"You want to go somewhere more comfortable?" I asked, coming up for air and feeling like a prom date getting kissed for the first time. I was trying to be casual, but what I wanted was his dick. I wanted it in my hands, and I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted him to feed it to me and slap my face with it a little. I wanted him to push it up into me and fuck me with it while we kissed. I wanted to see what it looked like covered in our cum while I licked it clean like an ice cream cone.
There was the slightest hesitation on his part. Not much, but enough to note. I was pretty sure we were on the same team, since he'd just spent twenty minutes with his tongue in my mouth. But I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes shifted down and the little intake of his breath before he agreed.
I don't remember leaving that party. I just remember the ride back to my place where we tried to make small talk and sort of ignore the seething sexual energy between us. If I'd been ten years younger, I'd have pulled into a park and had him fuck me in my backseat. I'm older now, and I've come to appreciate that nylon upholstery chafes and scrapes while cotton sheets don't. They're also machine washable.
Anyway, we got to my place, and got right back to making out. Ben was not the type of guy I usually ended up bringing home. I liked them big and brawny, with a nice carpet of hair on the chest to get lost in. Ben barely had any hair on his chest, but by then I didn't care. I sucked and kissed his nipples until they got hard. Then I bit them softly while I went for his belt.
But Ben stopped me. He stopped me and pushed me on my back, and seductively leered at me as he undid my pants. I figured he wanted to be the first one to suck dick, and hey, I do love getting a blowjob as well. I watched his little show, and I was amused that he was the one who's wound up getting his face slapped with a dick.
A lot of guys will tell you they can give head. In my experience, however, most of them are all talk. They'll mouth you a little bit, get you wet, and maybe stroke you off in the process. Some of them will try and deep throat you, but they tend to turn it into a toothy process that's no fun. Some of them will even swallow, but not as many as I'd like.
Then there are guys who give head like Ben.
I didn't know what I was in for, but I knew it was going to be special when he swallowed the whole of my cock right off the bat. Just sucked me into his mouth and didn't stop until his nose was in my pubic hair. I'm not packing a monster or anything, but it's enough to choke someone who isn't ready for it. Ben slipped my whole length into his face without skipping a beat.
Just as I got used to the hot, pressing warmth of his mouth, he started working his throat all up and down my dick. It felt like my cock was in a washing machine. He was making these insane sucking noises as he did this trick, and then started working his head back and forth on my crank.
I've had my penis in its share of mouths, I can tell you. But I have never felt the kind of dick-sucking magic Ben was able to do. In less than five minutes, just with his mouth and throat, he had me close to cumming. Like, dangerously close. I had to do those stupid mental exercises you learn as a teenager to keep from popping off.
I thought about wheelbarrows. I counted how many letters were in the phrase 'I can't cum just yet.' I went through the multiplication tables all the way up to seven.
It wasn't really helping. Not only was Ben into slurping and stroking and all those extra things that make a blowjob extra hot, he was really into eye contact while he did it. Every time I would look away or close my eyes, I would feel him gently tap my cock. Like someone tapping your shoulder to get your attention, but on my dick instead. When I'd look down, he'd smile and keep looking in my eyes while he slithered his tongue all the way up from my balls to my cockhead.
He was also really good at sensing when I was about to blow, and at least twice he had me on the razor's edge before stopping his strokes or pulling his mouth off. Then he'd watch my prick throb in frustration before gobbing back down and putting my cock into that hot mouth of his.
It got to the point where I was asking him to make me cum. Seriously, he had my penis rock fucking hard, spit-soaked, shiny, and throbbing with a life of it's own. I can dig a good edging session, but when I'm ready to blow, I'm ready to blow. Ben's soft and kissable engineer mouth had taken me right up to that line and I needed to spill over and give him my load.
I guess he took pity on me. I had this beautiful sight of him holding my hard cock next to his face as he pondered my request. His mouth and chin were wet, his cheeks were smeared with pre-cum and spit, and the mouth that I had been kissing was smiling impishly. He gently tapped my swollen choad against the side of his face, little stringers of my cum stretching between his cheek and my dick, and finally said he was going to make me shoot off.
He put two hands on my cock, positioned his head at the tip, and started this hard-core stroke/suck rhythm. Folks, I don't know where he learned this trick, but holy shit. The first rope of cum shot out of me before I was even aware I was actually cumming.
I came SO much. I came in his mouth. I came on his hair. I shot a wet rope of jizz that landed on my shirt even though I'd hiked it up over my nipples. Cum covered his hands. Cum was strung across his lips in sticky strings. I was amazed at the volume my nuts were producing.
He left me vibrating, gasping, and sitting there with a cramp in my foot from clenching my toes so hard.
