Brandy Bennie

Bennie was, without doubt, the best looking dude in our small town. He was the bar owners son and was nineteen-years-old. He had curly chestnut hair and stood around six-feet-three-inches tall. He was a burly boy and had the most beautiful skin I had ever seen on a man. The skin on his face looked like it belonged to a baby and I am sure no pimple had ever dared to violate his features. When he helped out at the pub, I was always memorized by his easy-going manner and sexy smile.

Bennie often bragged that he had a cock the size of a well-known brandy bottle, which was favoured by the locals. As the circumference of this bottle was somewhat oval in shape, I was intrigued, imagining what his dick would look like. One of the barmaids at the pub assured me that she had seen his knob and that his assertion was indeed correct. Later, I also learned that he often fucked her.

Bennie was fond of partying and took great delight in regaling me with stories about his sex life. His particular favourite was to have sex with two girls at one time. He often stated, “I loved being abused by women.” Apparently, there were two ladies in an adjoining town that regularly catered to Bennie’s predilections. After arriving back after a night of abuse by these two ladies, he always had a look of total satisfaction on his face the following day.

A few months after knowing Bennie he finally graduated from high school, having failed the previous year. He wasn’t stupid but simply hated school. Shortly after he finished school, he got a job about one hundred miles away from the pub. Fortunately, Bennie would often be home for weekends and it was always a delight to see him at the pub when he wasn’t partying.

One Sunday evening at around seven p.m., I passed the pub on my way back home from visiting a neighbour. I was surprised to see Bennie standing at the closed front door of the pub. Bennie informed me that he was only returning to work early the following morning and invited me in for a drink. I had not visited the pub earlier on that day as usual, because Naomi, Bennie’s mom, had mentioned that she would be closing early and spending the night in a neighbouring town. It was apparent that Bennie had already had quite a few drinks prior to my arrival, as he often did.

After joining him inside, he once more locked the door so that people wouldn’t think that the pub was still open. As I started on my second drink I daringly asked Bennie if the brandy bottle rumour was true. Smirking, he asked if I doubted his word. I impishly decided to tease him by shrugging my shoulders in an ‘if you say so’ manner. After unbuttoning his shirt, he then challengingly invited me to follow him to the toilet area in the pub.

Next, after pushing down his shorts and underpants, he kicked them to the side and stood before me with his hands on his hips. I was very impressed! Flaccid, his cock was magnificent. The shaft was very think and tapered slightly towards the front. Only the tip of his dick-head was visible peeping out from under a snug foreskin. Bennie had very little body hair and was also not very hairy in the genital region. His knob was pale and the skin texture of his dick appeared as flawless as his face. His balls were long and heavy looking. When I asked Bennie how big his cock got when erect he suggested I find out by touching it. As I gingerly touched his dick I got to my knees before him and bravely began fondling the object of wonder.

As Bennie’s dick instantly began to respond, it did indeed resemble the girth and shape of the brandy bottle in question. There was also no way one would ever accommodate more than the first few inches in any normal mouth. Throwing caution to the wind and placed my mouth over his cock-head, wondering if I would get a smack on the head. I was, therefore, rather relieved when I felt his hands take hold of my head encouragingly. After a minute of blowing him, he pulled the t-shirt I was wearing off me before I resumed sucking his knob.

Bennie then told me that he needed to piss before we continued. Ignoring him I continued sucking. A second warning was issued by him, which I again ignored. When I was warned a third time, he said that if I didn’t stop he would piss in my mouth. As I continued sucking I felt a trickle of piss, which I then began to control with my right hand. Looking up I saw an expression of total bewilderment on his face.

I must have consumed a pint of yellow sap before he was done. I asked him if any of his ladies had ever allowed him to piss in their mouths. With a smile, he shook his head negatively. I continued sucking him and was rewarded with an abundance of cum a few minutes later. Sounding like a contented kitten, Bennie eventually shot his load.

Once done, I licked and cleaned his cock and weighty balls. While performing my task, I asked if he had ever received a rimming from one of his ladies. Judging by the look of confusion on his face it was clear that he wasn’t familiar with the term. As I explained the concept to him, he looked astonished. There was definitely, however, a hint of horniness in his eyes. I then suggested that we give it a go and encouraged him to turn and bend over. As he pulled his cheeks apart I got stuck straight in and gave his rosebud a major working-over.

An array of enchanting sexual sounds poured from his lips as he groaned and moaned. When his right hand let go of his butt as I worked his sphincter, he frantically began masturbating his dick. After a few minutes, Bennie quickly turned around and I received a second helping of his delicious seed. Once again, I gave his tackle a good cleaning. Once done, I looked up and saw a naughty look on his face. It appeared that another pint of piss was in the offing. I swallowed lustily again before his tap ran dry.

When returned to the bar we had another beer. As I announced that I needed to get home, Bennie once more had a glint in his eyes. He then suggested we go back to the toilet area once more, lustfully telling me that he hadn’t fucked my arse yet. The thought of taking that dick in my backside was an offer I simply couldn’t refuse. Without lubrication and only using his spit, I cannot say that his entry was very comfortable. But once Bennie got going, however, it was totally blissful. With Bennie having cum twice before, this session was longer and more pleasing as I hung off the basin as he comprehensively hammered my backside.

I did enjoy a few more sessions with Bennie after that. The future episodes always followed the same format as our initial night at his mom’s bar. After returning from some or other club in the early hours of a Sunday morning, Bennie would ring my doorbell. What gave him a real thrill during these episodes was making me smell the odour of the pussy he had fucked earlier, as he smeared his dick across my face.

Bennie had a quirky sense of humour and even began to refer to me as Davina the female version of my name, David, whenever he encountered me at the bar. People loved our jibing and so did I. To everyone’s amusement, he also always embraced and hugged me in general company. Little did they know!

A further source of amusement for me was how Naomi always profusely thanked me when Bennie elected to stay over at my home after one of his wild nights out, rather than arrive at her home pissed in the early hours of the morning.

The one thing that always astonished me about Bennie was that no matter how pissed he was, sexually, he was a total stud. To worship at the throne of this magnificent young man’s manhood, was always a great joy to me.

Author’s note:

This story forms part of a collection of eight stories I wrote about the same protagonist and place. The collection does not, however, have to be read sequentially because each story is of a unique encounter.

For your information, these are the other titles in the order they were written:

Tom, Travis’ Trunk, The Woodman, Brandy Bennie, Conrad, Uncle Pete, Toby, Hobo Henry.