Benjamin and the Hiker

The darkening sky warned of the impending storm.  A Norther was blowing in from Oklahoma where freezing rain and snow had already caused damage and power outages.  I had raced home early from work to avoid the rush hour of those who thought they could wait another thirty minutes.  I had tried to call ahead to my favorite Chinese restaurant, but the line was busy.  Were they already closed?  I hoped not.  Were they just too busy?  That’d be nice for them, but what if they ran out of food?  

As I got closer to the restaurant, I saw the man with the backpack walking along the side of the road. From a quick glance, he seemed to be clean cut with brownish blond hair, jeans, less than six feet tall by several inches, with a handsome face. I wondered why he, actually why anyone would be out with this storm on its way.

I pulled into the restaurant. It wasn’t crowded based on the cars in the parking lot. Inside, there were only a few people. The man behind the counter, Mr. Chen, saw me and waved. I approached the counter. “I tried to call, but there was no answer.”

“The phones aren’t working. The Internet is down, too.”

“Well, I need some food. Enough for a couple of days. So give me two, no make that three large hot and sour soups. I’d like some string bean chicken, some garlic chicken, and the house special.”

“That’s thirty-five.”

I handed him my card. I turned to look for a place to sit and noticed the blond man walking into the parking lot. “I think I’ll wait outside; it’ll be my last chance for a few days.”

Mr. Chen returned my card. “I’ll bring it out to you.”

I walk out toward my car. The man had walked toward the side of the building. I hesitated for a moment, then I walked toward him and called out. “Hey. Are you doing OK?”

He looked over at me and stopped walking. His expression told me that he wasn’t sure if I was talking to him. I took a few steps towards him. I saw you walking a little bit ago, and you don’t look dressed for the storm that’s coming.

He walked towards me. “Is it going to be bad? I can tell something’s coming, so I thought I’d look for a place to protect me from the weather.”

“A bad one’s coming. It’s supposed to have freezing rain and snow. The weather guys are saying to stay inside for the next three days.”

I could tell by his face that he was processing. He looked to the back of the building. “Were you planning to camp out back there?”

“Joseph. Joseph Sawyer. Actually, I saw a dog run back there, and I was going to check it out. I’m hiking to Corpus. Port Aransas more accurately.”

“I’m Benjamin.”

At that moment a police car pulled up, and Officer Stud stepped out. That’s not his real name. It’s really Dwight Conners. But he’s very good-looking in his civilian clothes and super hot in his uniform. Every gay guy in the county and every straight girl would give their eye teeth to go on a date with him. No one knows his persuasion.

“Is everything OK here?” Officer Stud’s voice was smooth and velvety.

“Just fine,” I called back to him.

“I got a call about a confused man walking along the highway.” I could tell that he was still assessing the situation.

I got the sense that Joseph was probably an ok guy, and I didn’t want him to get in trouble because I stopped him in the parking lot. “I don’t think Joseph’s confused.”

Officer Stud was having trouble believing me. “So now you’re going to tell me that you were planning to meet him here, right?”

“No, we just met. I just wanted to make sure he knew about the storm.”

“Do you know this man’s name, Joseph?” The tone in his voice had changed.

“I usually call him Benny,” Joseph said it as if he’d known me all his life. Was that because he’s a scam artist, or is he just really bright? Or the idea that he was a serial killer popped into my head.

A call came over Officer Conner’s radio. He spoke into the microphone on his shoulder, jumped back into the car, and drove off. I turned back toward Joseph.

“Hey, thanks for helping me out here. The police don’t like guys who hike around the country. I’m going to look for that dog.” He turned and walked to the back of the restaurant. I was left standing in the parking lot alone. I wasn’t sure what had happened. I walked back to my car just as Mr. Chen came out with the food. I helped him put the food in the car and headed home.

Once home, I put the food away except for a bowl of hot and sour. As I sipped it, I wondered if I should go back and look for Joseph. I wondered how he’d fare in the storm, but then I had warned him about the storm. Instead of waiting for me to offer him a place to stay or for a ride to the YMCA, he went off looking for a dog. Before I finished my soup, I heard the wind pick up. It sounded brutal; I was glad I had cleared the yard the day before.

I washed the bowl and spoon, and I noticed a definite chill. I checked the thermostat, and the temperature read sixty-five. I had not turned the heater on yet for this winter, and I knew I would be using the fireplace later that evening, so I set the thermostat to run if the temperature dropped below sixty. Then I changed my mind and set it to run should the temperature get to fifty-eight. I’ll just put on my baggy sweatshirt and pants if I get too cold, I told myself.

The sound of sleet surprised me. I was expecting some freezing rain first, and I went to the breezeway window and looked out at my side yard. Little ice pellets were bouncing off the window. I looked at the outside thermometer. The needle seemed to be just below the thirty-degree mark. Had the temperature really dropped over thirty degrees since I picked up my food? I actually remembered once when the temperature dropped thirty degrees in about five minutes when a Blue Norther came through while I was in gym class. We were out on the field in our gym shorts; I thought I was going to freeze to death. The memory made me shiver.

Movement in my driveway caught my eye. I leaned closer to the window. It looked like a police car. I went to the door and opened it as Officer Stud stepped onto the porch.

“Dwight, what brings you out on a night like this?” I couldn’t resist.

“Well, Benjamin Tyler, I came to check on you.” His tone sounded serious.

“Come in.” He walked in and unsnapped his holster. His eyes were scanning the room. Then it seemed that he was listening to something on his earpiece, and his face seemed to relax. He snapped the holster strap in place.

“They found him.”

“Who?” I asked, and yet I was positive he was talking about Joseph.

“The guy with the backpack.”

“You thought that he was here?”

“I know you, Benjamin.”

“You hardly know me,” I retorted.

“I know a lot more about you than you think. I’ve asked around. You would give your last shirt to someone in need. I sent someone back to find this Joseph guy and get him to a shelter. When he wasn’t located, I was worried that you’d brought him back here.”

Dwight’s eyes carried more than the usual policeman's concern. Or, did I just want them to?

“Honestly, I did think about it. I was trying to decide between that or the YMCA when he went looking for the dog.”

Dwight smiled. He had a great, nice smile. “Well, my shift ended, and we were still looking for him, and I wanted to make sure you were OK.”

“Well, if your shift is over, come on in and have something to eat, unless you have somewhere else to go.” I knew he lived alone.

“No. Nowhere else but an empty apartment.”

“Kick your shoes off over there, and come on in. What would you like for dinner?”

“What’s on the menu?” He smiled again.

“Well, I have a freezer full of stuff that I can thaw; I have some Chinese that I bought earlier in the fridge. It’s easy to warm that up.”

“I’m easy. Chinese will be fine.”

“Have a seat anywhere. The bathroom’s through that door, next to the door to the outside. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I made us each a plate of the three entrées and some soup. I had some wine and some hot tea. If he drank a glass of wine, perhaps I could get him to stay longer, not that he couldn’t drive with one glass of wine along with a meal. I heard the door to the bathroom click, and when I put the soup on the table, he was looking out the back door. He was still wearing his jacket.

“Are you cold? I was planning to start a fire later, but I can do it now.”

He turned toward me. “I always forget to take my jacket off.” He slid it off and put it on the back of one of the chairs. He removed his equipment and placed them on the chair as well. Black shirt, T, black pants, and socks, and sexy as hell. “I’m ok, but I’ll be glad to start the fire when you give the word.”

“I’ve got the plates warming in the oven. Have a seat, we can start on the soup. Do you want wine or hot tea with the meal?” He didn’t answer right away, so I added, “I also have Coke and bottled water. Sometimes I have a Rum and Coke after dinner.”

“Now that sounds delicious. I think I’ll have hot tea. White wine makes me horny.”

“Then you should have several glasses.” My teeth clenched together as I realized that I said that out loud. I sat down. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. How could I say something like that? Yes, I thought he was attractive. Yes, I wanted to sleep with him. But he had given me no clues that he was anything other than straight.

He started to laugh. “Your face, Benjamin, it’s priceless. You’re embarrassed. You just keep giving me reasons to be attracted to you. How would you like to go out on a date with me sometime?”

“Yes,” I answered without thinking because I had already decided months ago that I would say yes if he asked me.

“Quick decision. I say that goes in my favor.”

“You’ve already asked me about a half a dozen times.” He raised an eyebrow in a quizzical look. “In my fantasies.”

“Oh, that’s not good. I’m not sure I can live up to your fantasies.”

The buzzer went off. I got up to get the rest of the food. “Don’t worry. I have low expectations. It’s what keeps me happy.” I got the plates from the oven.

“I don’t understand how that works, Benjamin. I love your name by the way. It’s also the name of the handsome brother in ‘Seven Brides for Seven Brothers’.”

“Here’s how it works. I have really high goals. They’re goals that based on my intelligence, education, and income I should be able to meet. I expect that I will only meet one out of every three, and the one I meet, I will only partially meet.”

“That’s completely depressing.”

“No, actually, I usually completely meet or exceed two out of the three, and since I wasn’t expecting it, I'm overjoyed by my success.”

Dwight just stared at me.

I stared back.

“Insanity must run in your family,” he finally said.

“Don’t know. I was left at a fire station when I was a week old. I haven’t done a DNA test for fear that I’ll discover family members.”

He continued to stare at me.

I continued to stare back.

“You’re full of shit, aren’t you?” He said it with such self-assuredness.

“Completely.” I smiled. “You’re going to stay after dinner.”

“Depends on what you have planned.”

I ate a few more bites of my food and realized I had cleaned my plate. Being with Dwight was like being in a time-warp. It seemed to just spin past me.

“What makes you think I have a plan?” I asked.

He smiled knowingly. “You and I are both planners. I suspect that even when something happens to disrupt your plan, you quickly formulate an adjusted one.”

“Here’s what I suspect,” I said as I pointed my finger at him. “You’re a peeping Tom. You’ve been watching me. It’s even likely that you’re a stalker.”

“Here’s the truth. The more I found out about you, the more I realized that we are alike. We react the same way to things. I wasn’t stalking you. I was hoping to find out whether you were gay. No one at the station knows that I am. It’s not that I care whether they know, it’s just that it shouldn’t matter.”

“I understand.” I nodded.

“So, are you going to let me in on the plan?”

“I am resisting the urge to have you write your plan and I write my plan and we compare them. Except, that would waste time. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

“It’s set in stone,” Dwight added.

“I get the dirty dishes in the sink as fast as possible without breaking them. You light the fire and then make the Rum and Coke drinks. I’ll put the rum on the counter along with the glasses. Coke is in the refrigerator. While you do that, I’ll put blankets down in front of the hearth. You bring the drinks over. We’ll take a few sips, and you can give me my first kiss.”

“Your first?”

“That’s right. The pressure is on. I’ve waited for someone really special.”

I stood up. He stood up.

“Got tired of waiting, huh?”

“No. It’s just that now I’ve got someone super special.” I stepped closer to him.

“The plan says we kiss at the fireplace after the drink.”

I looked over at the fireplace and then back in his eyes. “Fuck Plan A; time for the reformulated plan.”

He kissed me. Gently at first, and then with more passion. When his tongue danced across my lower lip, I thought the room exploded in hundreds of fragments of colored lights. My body quivered; I got light-headed; my dick hardened. It was more wonderful than any of my fantasies. He pushed me back. “We need to stick to the plan.”

Little did he know the plan now included my giving him some fruit before the night was over.

I cleared the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. I put the rum and cola on the counter along with the glasses. I had the blankets spread before the hearth and some extras with pillows stacked close by.

I could feel the fire warming the area as the log continued to catch fire. Dwight brought the drinks. I took them from him and placed them on the stones. He sat next to me and put his arm around me. I handed him his drink and took mine. I clinked our glasses. “À ta santé.”

He took a sip and said, “I can’t believe I’m here with you. I’ve been wanting this for a good while.”

“I wish I had had the balls to say something to you. I guess the worst would have been that you weren’t interested. But that would have stopped my fantasies.”

“Tell me, what do I do in your fantasies?” He leaned in and nuzzled my ear.

“We talk and kiss. We take our clothes off and lie close together. I kiss your naked body everywhere. I suck your dick. You do the same.”

“So, you suck my dick, and then I suck my dick.”

“That’s right, I suck your dick, and then I break your back so you can bend over and suck your own dick.” I took a large sip and kissed him.

Dwight looked at me and nodded. “So this is what I should expect for the rest of my life. I’ll say something sarcastic or edgy, and you’ll have a quick comeback.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Oh, except for the making love part in between the remarks.”

“The love-making part?”

I kissed him again and reached down between his legs. I rubbed his dick, and although it was still trapped by his clothes, I felt it stir and thicken. I put my drink down and straddled him. He took another sip of his and put it down. I pulled off my sweatshirt and began to unbutton his shirt.

“I was planning to let you pop my cherry tonight, but you said the magic words, and now it’s no longer a possibility; it’s a certainty. Now, get that shirt off.” I unbuckled his pants. The wind outside howled more loudly. I stood up and ran to my bedroom. I came back with my lube. I got on my knees and pulled on the cuffs of his pants. They slid off easily. His underwear seemed caught by his erection. But I was able to pull those down as well.

“Dwight, I have lube, but I don’t have condoms. I’ve never been with anyone. I trust you. If you say we need to wait, then we’ll wait.”

“I was with a guy in college a couple of times. Always with a rubber; there’s been no one since then. I’ve been checked twice since, and both times were negative. We’re safe.”

I straddled him again and kissed him. The wind howled again; the lights flickered and then went off. I looked at his face as the shadows of the fire danced across his features. Was he more beautiful because my feelings for him had grown immensely during the afternoon and evening?

My dick was rubbing against his; the feeling was completely enjoyable, but I was preparing for more. I adjusted my knees and took his cock down into my mouth. The sweet taste of precum and the saltiness of his skin excited my senses. I ran my lips up and down his rod until it lost the salty taste, then I doused his cock with lube. I squirted several tablespoons into my hand and liberally lubed my ass crack. My lips were locked with his as I positioned myself and pushed myself onto his dick. Dwight’s eyes opened wide as I slid down his pole. His dick felt monstrously large inside me. He leaned forward and chewed on my left nipple. I was overwhelmed by the feelings.

I bent my head forward so our lips could meet. He pushed his tongue forward, and I grasped it with my lips and sucked it into my mouth. I pushed up with my knees and then released to move my ass up and down his cock. He moaned and grabbed onto my ass cheeks. He worked me up and down his shaft. I wanted to go faster and faster, but we reached the frequency limit for that position.

I’m not sure how he managed to switch us, but I was on my back and he was deep inside me. I begged him for more. I felt him rub my prostate with each thrust, and as he pulled back, the friction around the edge of my man hole grew more intense.

I wanted to grab my dick and jerk it to completion, but I was holding his head. Our lips continued to meet and separate with the rocking motion of our bodies. I felt myself getting close, but I didn’t want to let go. All at once, Dwight’s jaw tightened. His eyes rolled back into his head, a barely audible “yeah” came from deep within him, and I could feel him squirting cum inside me. The sensation was absolutely marvelous. He would twitch and I could feel him spray his ejaculate three distinct times. With the last one, his whole body tensed up, and I couldn’t hold mine. I don’t know how, but I sprayed cum over my head and onto our chests.

Dwight rolled onto his side, but his cock was still inside me. He had a dazed look and a goofy smile. Whenever I get angry with him, I remember that smile, and I forgive him. Another howl of wind reminded me of the freezing cold, and I snuggled up to my policeman. “Did I meet your expectations, Benjamin?”

“Unlike most things, Officer Stud, my expectations for you have been extremely high.”

“You don’t say.”

“That’s right, and you haven’t let me down.” I nibbled on his ear.

“You know, that makes me horny, right?”

I started to laugh.