A Benjie Christmas: Sharing His Present

A Benjie Christmas: Sharing His Present

“You must be from up north.” The man says to me as he walks towards me in a hurried pace through the thin copse of small scraggily oaks, spindly pine trees and low unkempt shrubs. The leaves and pine needles shuffle under his feet as he hastily trapses through the light brush. He looks me over. But he had been doing that from a distance when he spotted me on the dirt road and has continued to do so as he got nearer to me.

The temperatures from the previous night had dipped to the high thirties to mid-forties, the chill still lingering in this morning air. Christmas is days away.

I am walking about in a fleece jacket. A pair of white footy socks. My scuffed pair of white New Balance shoes. And that is all. Nothing else. Nothing more needed.

“No. I am from Alabama. Fort Deposit. To be exact.” I tell him. “I am a good ole Southern Boy.”

My southern drawl rolling over my tongue with an ease I did not know I had as I tell the lie to the handsome young-bearded stranger. You do not divulge any pertinent information to any man you meet as you stroll about in your 40-something-year-old birthday suit while you are at a gay clothing optional resort. Or. I do not anyway. I learned many years ago.

“Well. I am from Panama City Beach. And I am freakin’ cold.” He says as he pulls his jacket in closer into him. But his voice lets me know he is not Southern. While he wraps himself in his coat like a mummy would in its wrappings.

His eyes are focused on my dangling balls and cock and the mass of light curly curls in abundance around my fleshy trio. I had not succumbed to the lingering chill in the morning air. I am warm if my feet are covered and am wearing a light coat. The heat of my horniness is keeping me warm. I can feel the heat mounting in my groin. But the hard-on I once had, at what I erroneously called THE BARN, had slithered away into the dense thicket of curls as I strolled about on the road in the heavily wooded property.

As we talk my hand begins caressing my drooping heavy hairy balls. But it had started at my sparse beard, with my fingers, then the dense curls on my chest before it found its place on my cock. A finger gently rubs the soft tender flesh of my exposed crown. I am not hard nor am I soft. I am just enjoying the freedom of being a man in these far distant woods. And the attention I am getting from this handsome stranger. He is responding too. His hand drifts to his crotch. He matches my every movement like a mirrored reflection with the steadily rubbing of his encased cock.

But this is not how this morning started. This exchange of cock fondling between me and this still-dressed stranger out in the wilds.

But I am determined for it to be an explosive day. Volcanic. Eruptive. Before the sunsets. It is why I made this long trek to these Alabama backwoods. And will he be the one.

***

Earlier.

The car’s GPS was not working. It is a rental. So. I cannot install it. I will not. But I had managed to scribble the directions to this place out in the piney woods. I travelled down these roads, before, where I had once visited in years past. But that was another life ago. A person I am not longer. I am older now. More experienced. Then I was in my twenties, almost ready to turn thirty. And making my way through the many men who crossed my path.

When I get there. The name had changed of this faraway place, but I remember being here. On a prior Christmas trip as I travelled west on the interstate to visit my stepsister’s house for the holidays. I had a good time. Back then. And I will again. Today.

Before I am seated at the dinner table with the family on this Christmas. The family still unsure if I will bring another stranger home to meet the lot of them. My plus one. My current lover. They cringe at the thought of whom will be the surprise guest seated next to me. But this year I am giving them a break. I am all alone. There will be no shock or surprise from me.

I go through all the motions. See the humpty-dumpty size of a man greet me in a Santa Clause cap and a pair of ill-fitting underwear barely containing his cock. His hands constantly fondly himself in front of me as I fill out the paperwork.

I sign the papers. Give them my name. My money. And then I make my way up to the hill. To the pool. And THE BARN. But there will be no swimming this time. There was not any that first time either. It is December and the pool is not heated. My only complaint.

The chill of the dawn still hangs heavy in the air. In the shade it is especially frigid. Shivery. The darkness in the shadows is the last place to find warmth. But it will eventually. Get warmer. It always does once the sun is high in the sky.

I sit down. Finding a place at an empty picnic table. Under the shelter. And see the Christmas decorations. The Christmas tree. And talk to someone I met there. I lean back. My arms scissored behind my head. My legs spread wide. Manspreading. As I present myself to this stranger. I feel like a hawk in search of its prey.

He does a once-over. It is fair. I am doing the same to him. We look to be about the same age. Fortyish to fiftyish.

I am horned up. I can feel the hard-on throbbing in my shorts. I am sure he can see it. I know I can feel it.

“I’ll be glad when it warms up a bit. I want to get naked.” I say. I am not hiding my intentions. I am not subtle. “It is why I came here.”

“It is why we all have come here.” He says. His hand is now rubbing his cock in front of me. “There was a good fuck in THE SHED, last night.”

“Oh! There was.” I say. “Who? By whom?”

“Me. I was in the sling and was being pounded roughly by two big-cocked men. One of them, a young stud who looks like he would be a younger you. Blonde. Blue-eyed. And a big cock. He left me wanting more after he dumped his seed in me.” He explains. A prideful smile sweeps across his face. “My partner joined in too and left another load deep in my hole after they had given me theirs.”

I smile. He is not shy about what transpired at the campsite last night. My hand rubbing my cock in time with him. It is almost comical at what we are doing.

We talk for a while, longer. I can feel the air getting warmer. And warmer. I shed my jacket. And plop it down atop the table.

“Oh! I am Benjie.” I say as I introduce myself to this man, who I have been having a conversation with for quite some time. “You mind if I get naked? It finally beginning to feel warm.”

“No. Go right ahead. We can go out by the pool. It is a lot warmer out there under the sun.”

As we walk. I pull my tee over my head. I can feel the warming sun hit my arms, my back, and my shoulders. A slight breeze ruffles the fur on my chest. I run my fingers through the many curls.

“I’m Doug.” The man who I have been talking to for a time says as I see him silently gaze over me as I remove piece-by-piece of my clothing until I am bare foot on the concrete around the unused pool.

I rub my fingers through the light dusting of beard growth on my face. Then loosen the intermingled hairs on my rippled chest. I like to feel my body. And then I reach into the dense pubes swaddling my cock and rake my fingers through them. His eyes never strays from the actions of my fingers. And his tongue wags like a dog, slobbering, as he leers at me with his sad puppy-dog eyes.

“Nice.” I hear Doug say in a low whisper. I do not think he intended for me to hear him.

Doug’s eyes follow my hands as I traverse across my body.

“I did not plan on stopping by here. Today. I do not have a towel. I only remembered this place as I sat in my motel room last night on the interstate.” I say as I make my way to a reclining lounging deck chair. “I know I will need one. A towel. That is.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I bend and twist about. He can see the whiskers of the light hairs on my ass cheeks and those intertwined on the inside crack of my ass as I sit down. I want him to see all of me. I am a tease. Some say I am a big ole flirt. No. I am a man-slut. I like cock. A lot of cock. And ass too. A man’s cock and ass is what I am thankful for these days before Christmas. My stepfather Roman taught me a lot. Even after my mom divorced him. He was among the favorites of all the men my mom married. I do miss his cock though. He knew how to use it. And taught me how to take the advantage with mine.

“You have a thick cock.” Doug says as he fondles his cock in his shorts. “And you have a big ole cockhead, too. I might add. Damn! Man, you should be proud.”

“Thanks. I am.” I say.

“I’ll get you a towel I’ve got plenty of them back at the camper.” He says. “I’ll be back soon with one for you soon.”

Doug’s hand never leaves the bulge I see so prominently in his pants. He gives it one groping squeeze before he turns and leaves. Along with a smile.

“Thanks, Doug. Appreciate it.”

“Sure thing, maybe my partner will get back from seeing his mother. He left some time ago. I would like you to meet him.”

He sighs. Exasperation in his voice at the absence of his partner.

“She lives, close by?” He adds. “My mother does too. But we both live in Panama City Beach.”

Doug soon leaves. While he is gone. Two other men show up. Both naked. Hairy. Very much so. In fact. And appear to be in their mid-sixties or late fifties. Many years my senior.

“I thought it would be warm out here by the pool.” One of the pair says as their eyes peruse me. I am doing the same to them.

All our hands are on our cocks. Stroking them as the sun beats down upon us. But my hard-on is more apparent as it whips about, unheeded, in the morning breeze.

Doug returns soon. With a towel in hand. I stand up. My cock pointing out from me like a spear. I lay back on the chair and resume my prior position once I have laid out the borrowed towel. Loaned to me. All those present, their eyes, were on me as I did what I did. What I have is available for all those to see.

I lay for a bit longer. Bored. My hard-on still throbbing and glaringly red from all the blood flowing into its thickness.

“I am going to walk around a bit. Check out some things. See what has changed since the last time I was here. See if I can find the spot where I shot a wad from one side of the road to the other.” I say to Doug. And where the other two men can hear. “Can I leave my stuff here?”

“Sure. It will be fine. I’ll watch it.” Doug says. “Maybe you will run into my partner. He should be around. I believe. By now. He was at the camper when I got the towel for you.”

“He is back from his visit to see his mom?” I ask.

“Yes.” Doug answers.

The two older men look me over as I stroke my cock while I stand above them.

“How will I know him?” I ask. “If I see him.”

“You’ll know him. He’s a handsome bearded man in his mid-thirties.”

I pick up my coat and wrap it around me snug. In the shade there is still to be a chill. I am hoping I will be followed. I want to be. By someone. Anyone.

My hard cock pokes out amidst my light-hued pubes. It bounces as I take step-by-step away from the pool. And trek down the hill.

***

I watch the television mounted high up on the wall in a corner of THE SHED and above the door, and the only entrance into this sex play place. On it is an older man plowing the lightly haired and stretched hole of a smooth young muscle-bound twink. The wet noises and the sexy squishes fill the empty SHED as I tilt my head upward towards the glaring images. My hands does not go near my cock, the fucking on the screen is all I need to feed the blood fueling my raging hard-on (that, and the tight black plastic cock-ring squeezing the base of my cock and balls in its unending clinched circle).

“I’ve had enough of this. I want to fuck someone. Anyone. Now.” I say aloud to only me.

I stand. My ass escaping from the chair as it had gripped ahold of my buttocks in its grasp. I walk to the door. I want to walk about the park. Again. Get some more attention. From those I saw earlier. I came here for a raunch-filled fuck, and I aim to have one before I leave. I will. I have a gift to give to any of the men who will accept it.

The door creaks as I open it. The door is barely able to open and close. It has seen better days. And needs to be replaced.

“Oh! It’s you.” The handsome bearded man says. “It is you.”

In front of me is the man who walked across the sparsely crop of pine trees and oaks to talk to me earlier. He was reaching for the door of THE SHED as I opened it. He is naked now. Too. And his cock is as hard as mine. In front of him.

“I was hoping I’d run into you. Again.” He says as he notices my throbbing erection elongated between my two-tree trunk of legs. “You have a cock-ring on. Now. Good.”

“Yeah. I got it from my car.” I explain.

He licks his lips at the sight of my swollen cock.

“I was hoping you’d be bigger. You weren’t so big when I stumbled on you earlier out there by the road.” He says. “But. Now. It looks good. Real good. Tasty.”

“I hope you like what you see.” I ask. My hand fondling my cock as we talk. He is doing the same.

The man nods his head, ‘yes’ his erection pointing out in satisfaction from his muscular thighs tells me he does.

“Daddy.” He says. Strongly. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Where? On the sling inside of THE SHED?” I say without haste as I turn my head into the interior of THE SHED. I want to know where. As I am ready. I have been ready since when I parked here this morning.

“NO! Let’s do it out here by the picnic table.” He says as his hands grips his erection. I want to be fucked out here in nature.

“I can do that.” I say. Happily. “I can do that.”

We walk to the picnic table near the wood line and a few feet from the entrance of the sex shed.

“I am a squealer.” The man says as he plops himself, spread-legged at the side of the table. “I am loud. Real loud. It is what my partner likes for me to do when we fuck.”

“Good!” I say. “I want you to be heard all over this fucking campground. Put your fingers on either side of the tabletop. And brace for me. I am ready.”

“I know you are.” He says as he prepares himself.

His ten fingers dig into the wooden squared corners. I can see the redness of his fingers as he awaits for me to proceed. His grip is strong. He wants me.

He spreads his legs, apart, his shoes making noticeable impressions on the soft dirt as he readies himself for me. He invites me into his deep hole between his two round cheeks as one would be approaching the nearing Christmas turkey dinner, which is days away. And before all the bounty is spread out upon the festive holiday table. But in this case, it is a heavily furred parted ass awaiting my cocked-drumstick to be plunged into his furry hole.

I tease his hole with my throbbing hard-on. This gets moans and ever-louder groans as I whisper my cock across his furry-lined entrance.

“Stick it in!” He glares. At the slight turn of his head. He demands. “Fuck me! I am glad I did not let you out of my thoughts. I knew there would be more to that cock than when it was nestled deep inside your cluster of cock-fur.”

“I had been hard. From before you saw me. But the chill in the air got the best of me. And I softened. But there is a lot more.” I brag. “A lot more. As you can see.”

Inch-by-inch of it, my cock, disappears deeper into his hole.

“Dog my hole with that thick daddy-cock of yours. Daddy.” He says under his grasping moans as I slide ever-deeper into his sweet spot.

His squeaks start out low. Mumbling like a mouse. And goes into animalistic howl as ALL of me is swallowed up and devoured by his juicy hole. Each thrust brings about another audible exclamation from him. His sounds carry over the campground like a beckoning alarm.

The chill in the morning air has all put dissipated as the heat between us grows. And mounts.

My cock-ring all but invisible amongst the dense light growth around my cock while it keeps me inflated to my most epic of proportions. It is one of the vices used instead of the little blue pill. Stepdaddy Roman liked to wear them too. I miss him. I really do. His cock felt so good inside me.

I hear the footsteps and the noise as they come near. One. Then two. And more. I am not sure how many. I am so sensitive to the sounds about me. But I am not focused on them. My concentration is on his hole. Of the man whose name I do not know but I know has been fucked and will be fucked by strangers after me. He is so accommodating.

“Fuck him, Benjie.” It is the man named Doug from before at the pool. From the place I called THE BARN with all the Christmas decorations. “Shove that hard cock into my partner’s deep hole.”

I feel Doug as he rubs my bare buttocks with his thick fingers as my cock plunges into his younger partner’s ass.

“His cock feels good, doesn’t it Sweetie?” Doug asks his partner while I divide his hole like the biblical sea.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! He does feel good. So. Damn. Fucking good.” The man’s whose name I do not know answers his partner while Doug pats me on my ass as I plunge into his bent-over partner. “You said he had a thick cock. And you were right.”

“You are taking his meat really good. Sweetie.” Doug says as he strokes his own cock-ringed cock in time with my ramming of his partner’s ass.

Soon Benjie can hear more men gathering around. But he does not look up. Each of his hands are on either side of the stooped over man. His cock is ramming in and out of the hairy younger man’s ass.

“Fuck that hole, Mister.” A voice of one of the gathered says as it comes from behind his point-of-view.

Doug’s hand and fingers continue to caress his scruffy behind with a gentleness. A caress. It nudges him on with each stroke of the man’s fingers. He can feel the perspiration breaking out of from his pores as he gets focused on the ass that is taking his cock.

He can hear the men around him. Playing. Stroking their cocks in time with the fucking he is doing on the younger man.

Another man steps forward and begins running his fingers across his chest. Tweaking each of his pointed sensitive nipples. This sends a shock through him. It also makes his cock harder than it was.

“You are a fucking hot man.” The unknown man says. “Fuck that boy’s hole. Fuck’em. Show’em who the boss is.”

Benjie rams harder. And harder. Into the man’s ass with his steely-hard cock.

The unknown man leans over and kisses Doug across the lips.

“Can I get behind him, Doug?” The kissing man says. “Let me have a go at ’em.”

“Sure. Sure.” Doug says as he moves out of the way for the unknown man.

Benjie can feel the man’s cock. His hardness at the breach to his hole. He is wiping it across his hole. His hardened tool.

“Your ass is as nice as Dayton’s. The man you are fucking. Just so you know.”

Benjie sighs. His cock still disappearing with each thrust into the man’s ass, whose name he now knows.

“Can I fuck you?” The man whispers in his ear. “Can I? Will you let me?”

“Yes.” Benjie says. “Yes. You can fuck me.”

I feel the man’s cock slice into my hole. Inch-by-inch.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Benjie screams. His voice carrying out from where he stands. His cock growing harder in the man’s hole he is fucking.

“OH! Fuck! Fuck!” The man named Dayton screeches from Benjie’s still powerful and ongoing thrust as both are being fucked at the same time.

As Benjie pounds the ass of the man splayed out in front of him, he is forced fucked in his ass by a stranger he cannot see.

“Boy! Your ass is fucking nice.” Says the stranger plunging into Benjie’s ass.

Once this fuck-train started rolling it would not end till the caboose comes up in the rear.

Benjie manages to turn. Ever so slightly. He is being fucked by one of the hairy older men who had been at the pool earlier. One of the pair who stroked along with him in the morning sunlight.

“Your cock looked damn good at the pool earlier.” The man says. “I wanted to fuck you. Then. But you disappeared. I am glad I found you. Again.”

“Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhh!” Benjie moans as he is filled from his backend while he fills another man himself.

“Take it! Take it!” The man says loudly as he fucks Benjie.

The man begins to shake. Quiver.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The older man screams as Benjie feels his hole washed down in the man’s creamy sticky cum.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” Benjie begs as he squeezes the older man’s cock in the vice of his ass.

The older man collapses on Benjie’s back. Spent.

“It’s my turn now.” Says as man in the crowd behind him.

Benjie continues to pound Doug’s partner, Dayton. He can last.

“You have some stamina, stud.” Doug says as he fiddles with Benjie’s still enflamed nipples. “You are a real stud. I can see that. Keep fucking my partner with that ramrod cock of yours.”

Benjie and the man he is fucking is awash in the dripping of perspired sweat. The heat generated by the fucking has warmed him more than the noon sun now high in the sky ever has.

Benjie cannot see the number of men watching this spectacle, but he has always been turned on by being at the center of attention. Especially when fucking is involved.

The next man’s cock is not as big of the one who just left. But he takes it as he continues to ram Dayton’s ass with his cock.

“Hey, Uncle.” He hears. A familiar voice he did not expect. And opens his closed eyes to see a familiar face and a wide smile.

“Fuck! It is you. Ian!” Benjie says. “You are here?”

Ian is stroking his cock. He noticed the boy filled out his jeans quite well when he saw him at his step-sisters. Now he knows why those jeans were so packed. He is packing a hefty-sized cock.

“FUCK! FUCK!” Benjie screams. His hollering overtaking the squealing from the man he is fucking. He can feel the tension tightening in his balls. And in his back. He is nearing the point of no return. Of the explosion he has wanted since he arrived. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

On seeing Ian’s naked body. And his hard cock has brought on this ejaculation before he usually does.

“You’ve already said that Uncle.” Ian says. “FUCK that ass. Like I did last night.”

“FUUUUUCCCCCCCK! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCK!” Benjie screams while he rams several times. Pushing hard his cum into Dayton’s well-used hole. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

“Give’m that seed!” The crowd around him cheer. “Give it to him!”

He can hear his nephew’s voice among those who cheered.

He rams. And rams. And rams. As his balls empty inside the spread man.

It is then he feels the cum explode from the man behind him. It is not the gusher from the previous one, but he accepts the man’s offering in his ass.

These are all liquid presents shared by all into the ass of the man he is fucking.

That man pulls out. Then steps away. His cock still coated in the wetness of Benjie’s squishy hole.

Ian walks towards him. Getting closer to his Uncle Benjie.

“I always knew you’d be a good fucker.” Ian says. “I watched you a lot when I was younger. I wanted you to fuck me back then.”

“You did?” Benjie says as he gasps for breathe.

“Yep. I did Uncle. I’ve been gay for as long as you’ve known me.”

“You have a nice cock, boy.” Benjie says. “I’ve heard you are good fuck too. Doug told me.”

“He is.” Doug says. “I can say that with gusto and zeal.”

Ian smiles.

“But I want you to fuck me, Uncle.” Ian says. “I want that present of cum you just gave him. In me.”

Ian runs his fingers through the damp fur of his step-uncle. And goes lower into his light furry pubes. And then brings the dampness in his fingers to his nose.

“You smell good. Uncle. Musky.”

“My cock feels better.” Benjie says.

“I have no doubt about. Uncle.” Ian says.

Benjie plops down all his weight upon Dayton. Temporarily spent.

“You are a beast. Benjie” Doug says.

Benjie smiles.

“Mom is going to flip the fuck out once I tell her all about this. Uncle Benjie’s cock buried deep in the ass of the man. The same man I deposited my own spunk into last night.”

This reinvigorates Benjie. He rises form his slump.

The youngest of the men gathered about says as he continues to stroke his cock in a rhythm all his own. As he looks at his uncle and the man his uncle exploded inside of.

“I want your cock in me next. Uncle.” The younger man named Ian says.

The second man had already pulled his cock out of Benjie’s hole. A steady drip of cum begins to leak from his ass once that chamber was freed. Dollops of spent cum forms clods of man-juice in the soft dirt behind Benjie’s feet.

Benjie pulls out of Doug’s partner. He had already spilt his seed. He just remained there because it felt good. Moist. Warm. Wet. Liquid. And he was still filled up by another himself.

“FUCK!” Benjie howls at his cock gets its freedom from the cage of the man’s ass. Of the man named Dayton. His ass spills Benjie’s seed out upon the ground.

Each man breathes in. And a loud sigh escape excitedly from their lips.

Benjie looks to his step-nephew.

Benjie looks to his cock which is still glistening from his juices when he deposited in the man’s well-lubed hole.

“Well, it is a good thing your mom is only my stepsister, one of my many added step-siblings over the years. Or else this would be something else entirely.” Benjie says to his 19-year-old step-nephew. “But you are not going to tell her anything. Are you?”

“No. I am not. Uncle.” Ian says.

Ian stoops down and takes his Uncle Benjie’s wet cock into his mouth and cleans it. Lathering it down with his warm spit. Benjie shivers. And shakes as his cock is rinsed clean of the fluids by Ian’s mouth. Benjie forces his nephew’s head onto his still rock-hard cock. The boy gags.

“I did not think so.” Benjie says. “Gag on that cock. Boy! Gag!”

He forgot his step-nephew drove the same route he does back to the boy’s childhood home. His step-sisters. Ian’s mother and father. In Biloxi. He did not know the teen was gay. He thought he was the only one in the family. Like him.

Ian stands. His cock. Hard. And glistening from his own cum steadily forming on his young man tool.

“Ian. One should always come prepared. Come prepared like they say in the Boy Scouts.”

“Yes. Uncle Benjie. I am prepared.” Ian replies as he wipes his mouth of his uncle’s juices with his hand. “I am more than prepared. I can assure you.”

Ian wags his cock before his uncle. And the others gathered about. An attempt at a playful tease to the man he has watched for many years.

“Let’s go back to where I am staying. Uncle. Just you and me.”

“Okay.” Benjie says. “I can do that.”

They walk away from THE SHED. And those still there watch as the two depart. Benjie eases his hand onto the shapely curve of the teen’s naked ass.

“So. How long are you staying, Ian?” He ask as he sinks a single digit into the boy’s ass.

“Ohhh! Ohhh!” He moans as a finger is rammed in. “I am leaving on Friday. Tomorrow. To be exact. Mom is expecting me at home. Friday evening. On Christmas Eve to open up some of the Christmas presents.”

“Well. I guess we can mysteriously show up at her house at the same time. That should surprise them.”

“It works for me.” Ian says as he squirms under the prick of my prying finger in his tiny twinky-hole. “It works for me.”

I shove my whole finger all the way up inside him.

“You are tight. Sonny-Boy. I like it. Let’s say I give you. Your Christmas present early. Now. Why wait until Saturday morning to do it. It is not like I can show them what I have in store for you. Before our family. Your parents. My mom. And Ernie. Your grandad. My latest stepdad.”

“I am ready for it.” Ian says. “You still have some seed in those hairy sweat-soaked balls of yours?”

“Oh! Yeah! I have more than enough to feel that snug little hole of yours. It is tight? Right?”

“After you get ahold of it. I reckon I will be loosened the fuck up. I saw what you did to that man. I want you to do the same to me.” Ian says.

“I don’t want you too loose.” Benjie says. “Then you will not be as much fun. And the fucking will do it. And I want us to have fun. Lots of it.”

“Me too.” Ian says. “Me too. Uncle Benjie.”

Benjie rams another finger into Ian’s hole. He takes the two. Easily. As Ian moans under the force of Benjie’s lithe digit in his hole.

This is a tale of a much older Benjie. Who is now a daddy-type.