Benjie’s Friend, Eric

Saturday. My yard day. The day us suburbanite men don our weekend warrior gear and tackle the many things on the wife’s honey-to-do list with hopes of getting everything done before the afternoon football games come on the TV. I am no different. Luckily, the wife is away for the weekend, off with the girls, she says, and it is just me and an empty home. But the chores are still there and waiting for me. Or it will be hell to pay if they are not completed before she returns.

Today, there is tilling of the garden to be done, ploughing under the left-over corn and bean stalks, and adding compost to the soil to ready it for the upcoming planting season. As I am tilling, I begin sink into the earth and let out a loud, “Motherfucker,” that I know all the neighbors can hear. But I trudge on until it happens again. Upon further inspection, I find that the right tire has flattened and came off its rim. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I exclaim for all the neighbors to hear that too. I should say, I yelled. I did not need this today. It is going to throw off all my plans. “Motherfucker! Motherfucker!” I let out another loud exclamation, not caring at this point if anyone does hear me.

But my outburst seems to have caught the attention of my neighbor’s 19-year-old son.

“Is there a problem Mr. Sparks?” I hear to the left of me and up the slight hill from where I am behind my house. It is a voice I recognize. My neighbor’s son, Eric, of my good friend and confidant, Terrence Breedlow.

“The damned wheel, of the tiller, is flat.” I shout to the shirtless young man as he walks towards me. As he walks, the muscles on the kid’s legs responds to the uneven terrain behind both of our homes. But my vision drifts northward on him. I see the sunlight flicker off the blonde hairs that lightly blanket his well-muscled chest. His boxer-shorts are slightly down; his treasure trail region revealing hints of hairy pubes barely out of my eye’s view. Each ripple of his muscles reacts to the others. It is a spectacle that I catch myself admiring. Plus, the sun shining down on him from on high makes him look like the modern-day embodiment of a blonde-haired version of Michelangelo’s David. He appears to be in a pair of noticeably short red plaid boxer shorts. It does not take him long before he stands before me in all this youthful splendor and vigor. We stand virtually eye-to-eye. As we are both a towering 6 foot 2 inches in our stature. But he is far more pleasing to look at than I am in my middle age.

“I was just wondering if you were okay. I thought you had fallen down or hurt yourself.” He does not even attempt to yank up his falling boxers, as they seemed to have slipped still further down on his waist, showing me more of his hairy bush. I smirk at the implication as Eric’s right hand goes to his crotch to adjust his barely concealed package. But he keeps it there once he has finished with the needed necessity of his adjustment. And fondles himself as we talk. And he tends to lean and put all his weight onto the one hip. As if he is attempting to entice me. But that could be my active imagination.

“Your parents out of town?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

“I noticed you had some company over, last night.” I say as his face seems to change in its pale hue. Growing red. And redder.

“It was a buddy of mine named Benjie. We went out last night and he decided to stay over. You know how it is?” He tells me. But I do not. Absolutely, do not. Know how it is. It has been a while since I have experienced any such free time as he implied.

“You need help getting that tiller back up and into your carport?” He asks.

“Yeah, that would be great. Appreciate it.”

As we struggle with the tiller, the other tire slips from its rim.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I exclaim. “Now the other one.”

“Today, is not your day, is it, Mr. Sparks?”

“No, it isn’t, Eric. No, it isn’t.” I say, exasperated. “But I have hopes that it will get better.”

As we work the piece of equipment up the hill, I can see the sleek musculature of the young man in all his glory. The strain as each tendon and ligament is stretched. The working of his biceps and triceps. And his calf muscles. Every iota of his masculinity is used as we lug the mechanical beast up the hill to my house. I also notice his other attributes. The hair under his armpits, full and reeking of an odor I recognize. Exertion. The patch of hair on his chest and the fine hairs that blanket his body like a manicured lawn. Everything perfectly trimmed. And the boxer shorts that seem to slip ever further down from his waist. That seem to all but want to fall off him. But do not. I can all but see the full length of his soft shaft, although it makes me jealous that he seems to be so blessed, and the full untrimmed bush that encircles it. He is not hard, but his length is astonishing even in my thoughts.

I feel a swell in my own jeans. I am growing stiff from my admiration. I adjust myself.

“Thanks, Eric.” I say. “You want to come inside for a bit. I feel I owe you something for helping out this old man.”

I laugh at my statement. He chuckles too.

“You aren’t old Mr. Sparks.” Eric remarks. “Your younger than my dad.”

That is true. I am younger than his dad, by about 5 years.

“Well, come on inside. Then. Take a load off.”

I feel his eyes roam over me as we go into the house via the carport. He is behind me. And the images of his spry body fill my thoughts. I feel my cock grow harder in my tightie-whities. My hand goes to feel my hardness. And to shift it to the other side. Not that it matters, it is still obvious.

“Why doncha turn on the TV, maybe they are playing some of those early pre-game shows before the big game,” I tell him as I head off into the bedroom to shed my work wear. “I’ll be right back.” I tell him. I pull the dirty tee over my head as I walk down the hallway to my room and sling it onto the carpet once I step over the room’s threshold.

From the living room, I hear loud moans and groans.

“Oh shit!” I say, at that same moment, to myself, as I yank my jeans down and step out of them. I am standing in my tightie-whities. Which are hugging my still semi-hard cock like a cocoon. Brought on by the young man in the other room. The porn channel I had on, is still on. The one I thought I had cancelled it before I went outside. But the bellows emanating from the family room telling me I did not. The kid must be watching it. I bolt to the living room. Still clad in my white cotton briefs. And my semi visibly apparent in them. But I panicked and acted in such haste. I do not know what the boy will think.

“Oh, Eric, you may need change the chann…” I do not get all the words out of my mouth before I am greeted with the splendor of the young 19-year-old man. His cock is peeking out from the fly of his boxers. It stands, majestic, as it squirms it way through the tiny opening in the boxer shorts. Wisps of blonde pubes whisper, around it, and through the fly, wrapping themselves around his hearty shaft. I feel my tongue rake across my lips. He is raking his left hand across his hairy chest and tweaking his visibly erect nips.

“Whoa!” I say loudly at this masculine spectacle.

The kid is fixated on the screen as a woman is being double-dicked, Eiffel Tower-like, by two massive cocks plunging, in unison, one into her trimmed and furred pussy and the other into her ass. The kid does not seem to even notice my presence. I think.

“Those two cocks are really getting a go at her, ain’t they, Mr. Sparks?” He says. He did notice me, apparently. “Have a seat,” the kid says as he taps the open spot next to him on the couch. As I sit down next to the kid, he skims his boxers all the way down. His cock ricocheting back on his wispy treasure trail as this happens. Revealing his full nakedness of his toned youthful body to me. The discarded boxers are at his feet. For which, he kicks them away from him.

“Damn!” I exclaim as I pull down my tightie-whities and I join him in his nakedness. He looks over at me surveying my 42-year-old form.

“You are in good shape, Mr. Sparks.” He says. “You should be proud.” And then he pauses and adds. “Nice cock, too. By the way.”

“Thanks.” I say. “You. Too. A damned fine piece of meat, you got there, Eric. Real nice.”

“I am much bigger than my dad. By the way.” Eric says. “Much bigger.”

“I know.” I add, spoken before I realize what I have said. The kid smiles at me. An odd look. Like he knows something. Does he?

Eric begins to stroke his cock. Occasionally taking a fingertip to his mouth and coating it with his spittle and taking it to his hard cock. Smearing it with his ball-juice that is slowly forming on his swelled crown. He mixes the juices and lubes up each of his strokes. More and more. He glistens from his own moisture.

“You mind if I find another movie?” Eric ask while he eyes me, while I continue to match him stroke for stroke on his cock. But not as rapid as him.

“Sure.” I tell him. “Go ahead change it to whatever you like.”

He stands with the remote in his hand. Stretching. I can see the fine hairs that cover his body. He bends forward giving me a see-all peek of his ample round ass. It is lined with the same fine blonde hairs that wrap his body in their growth. Naturally. There is an abundance of hairs that are seeping from the crack of his ass.

“There.” Eric says.

On the TV I see a man plunging his hard condom-less cock into another man’s waiting hole. Cum is dripping out from the takers hole as the man who is fucking him rams his hole ever harder. The man keeps ramming. And ramming like a jackhammer. But he stops and changes momentum. He goes in slow burying his tool up to its pubic hilt. And then yanks its out, as smooth as he had buried it in. And he repeats the process. Again. And again.

“This is more like it.” Eric says. Coyly. “You know, doncha, Mr. Sparks?”

“I do. I know, Eric.” I say. “Your dad told me when you came out back when you were fifteen.”

“I have never hidden it.”

“I know.” I tell him. “You shouldn’t. You should not hide who you truly are.”

But I have. I know it. But that was my choice, I think to myself. But a young man like him should not. I realize my hypocrisy. But. But. That is the end of that.

And Eric once again finds his spot next to me. As we continue stroking our perspective rods. The kid seems to get longer and fatter the more his right hand travels the length of his shaft. I want to ask him how big he is. But it does not matter. It is magnificent. And the veins that line the length of it make it even more stupendous. It is what I call an ugly cock. Filled with veins that make it appear almost godlike in its splendor. I am envious of such a beast. I have only seen a few that could rival him.

My cock is so hard now it has a sheen of almost purple. Engorged. Fully. I have not been this rock hard in years. A droplet of pre-cum oozes out of my piss slit. And rest like a white pearl drop atop the mushroom crown of my prick. Eric notices this droplet of juice the moment it condenses upon my glistened member.

“Can I?” Eric asks. “May I? May I?” I can hear the wanton anticipation in his voice.

“Sure.” I know what he wants. And I want him to have it too.

The young man leans in and takes my purplish-hued steel-like tool into his mouth, he swallows me down to my root. In a single gulp. Devouring me.

“Oh!” I mumble as I feel myself hit the back of his throat. He does not move nor does he choke. I can feel his lithe tongue as he whips me with it inside his hot wet mouth. I am not as endowed as the young man who has filled his mouth with all of me. Just six to seven inches of a manhood that many men are truly blessed with. But I am proud of what I have.

Eric has a monster dangling between his two legs. And the beast is raging hard as he begins to slowly raise his head up and down the length of my cock. He keeps the pressure on and sips on me like I am a straw. I am bouncing up and down on the couch as he continues, it has been a while since I have been inside someone’s mouth. He continues to feast on me. Travelling up and down the length of my rock-hard cock. I can feel the sap rising from my balls as he continues with his skilled labors.

“You are going to have to quit, or I am going to blow.” I tell Eric as I am splayed out on the sofa like a virgin readying themselves for their first fuck. Then he stops. And lifts his head from my member. “You are a good cocksucker, boy, whoever taught you knew what they were doing.” I tell him.

He smiles up from between my legs. And mumbles through his full mouth, “I taught myself.”

He continues but lessening the pressure as he sucks. He lifts his head from my knob. Looks at me. And asks.

“Can I fuck you, Mr. Sparks?”

“Yes! Yes!” I do not hesitate to say. It has been a long time since I have been fucked. And I have wanted his monster cock for the longest time. Since his dad bragged about his son, Eric, was sporting such a big one. Terrence Breedlow knew he paled in comparison to his son, but he was proud to be a father to a man who had a cock like his son.

“Can you take it, Mr. Sparks?” Eric asks me.

“I want to try.”

“You have been fucked before, Mr. Sparks?” Eric asks me.

“Yes. I have. It has been a while, Eric. But I have. Do not tell the wife though. I am afraid it might upset her.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Mr. Sparks. This is between you and I.” He says with a smile on his face.

The kid stands. His cock points out from his hairy crotch like a steel-fleshy spear. His robust blood-infused mushroom-shaped cockhead is the whittled-down arrowhead tip. It is a weapon. But not of destruction. But of pleasure. Pure sinful pleasure. I want to taste it, but I know I cannot do it. I have not learned how to properly suck cock. Lack of practice. I do not want to humiliate myself in front of this beast of a young man and self-taught cocksucker.

I ready myself on the sofa. My body facing the cushions of the sofa, towards the windows, and my ample ass welcoming him as I feel his cockhead sweep across the hairy entrance of my ass. He sweeps me a few more times with it. Teasing me with his veiny appendage.

“You have a nice ass, Mr. Sparks.” Eric says as he sweeps me again with his blood engorged cockhead. I can feel the wetness from his leaking flesh-muscle as it weeps forth his juice.

“Boy, that cock of yours is mighty hard.”

“It’s not often that I get to fuck such a nice ass like yours, Mr. Sparks.” Eric tells me.

“Take it easy sticking that monster in me.” I say, “But once you get it in. FUCK ME HARD!” I say with bated enthusiasm. “FUCK ME HARD!”

Eric starts lapping at my hole with his tongue. I can feel it as he parts the fine hairs around my shoot. I did not expect the moisture when his tongue as it wormed its way in, but it did the trick. And it has worked the juices from my cock. I am puddling on the sofa.

He stops abruptly and once again begins teasing my ass with his cock. I feel my body tense.

“Relax Mr. Sparks, I will be gentle.” Eric say as I feel his cock begin to part my butthole. He is gentle. Easy. I can feel his heartbeat as he inches more of himself within me. Each diameter of his cock stretches my hole. But I accommodate his beast. I can feel the blood running through the veins of his monstrous ugly cock on the interior walls of my hole.

“I can feel you, Eric.” I say.

“And I, feel you, too. Mr. Sparks.” Eric says. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”

“You like?” I say happily.

“Oh yeah, I like it, Mr. Sparks.” Eric responds. “I like it, a lot.”

Eric rests once he gets all the way in. I am so sensitive I can feel the hairs that wrap around his monster buried deep within me. Both of our hairs are mingling at the crack of my ass.

“Be easy now.” I say. “Be gentle on this ole man.”

“Shhhhh.” Eric says in my ear. “Shhh.” I comply. But grit my teeth.

I can feel him pulling out. As the gap closes from where he once was. I hear a moan escape my lips as the vacuum is made. But I squeeze the muscle of my ass on him.

“Uhhh!” Escapes from Eric’s mouth. “Good one, Mr. Sparks.” I do it again. Working my ass muscles around his exiting cock.

But he rams his rod back in, forcing me to let him pierce my depths again. He begins to built momentum and speed. And his gentleness has turned into frenzied fervor. Almost a madness as lust has overtaken him. It feels wonderful. The more he pounds me. The more relaxed I find myself being.

I feel my body break out in sweat. As my temperature rises.

“Take it easy, boy, we have all day.” I say.

But he does not seem to hear me. He, too, has broken out in a sweat too. And is flushed red in his skin. He is a man possessed.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” I shout.

I realize my words mean nothing. He knows what he is doing. This goes on for what seems like an eternity. I do not want to him to blow his load yet. I know if he does it will be some time before he can start again.

“Slow down, now, Eric.”

And he does. He eases off that high. But his breathing is still heavy. And I can feel his cock leaking, ever so gently into my hole. But he has not exploded, yet.

As I look up, I see the brown-shirted delivery guy leering at us through the front open window. His hand firmly tugging on the visible hard-on in his very short brown shorts.

“C’mon on in.” I say loud enough for him to hear. “The door is unlocked. C’mon in.”

Rod. The delivery guy’s name, ironically, walks in. His hand still planted firmly on his hard-on. Visible chest hairs peeking through his button-down brown shirt. The shirt nearly unbuttoned all the way down to his shorts. Muscles apparent. There.

“Hey Rod!” Eric says happily with his cock still buried deep within my ass. His body still covered in a sheen of his sweat. “His ass is good man. Real good. Almost as good as mine when you fucked me.”

“It sure does look like it.” Rod says as he slides down his shorts, revealing a dark-haired fully nested cock. And not a speck of underwear on under those brown shorts. “And your ass is really nice, too.”

I look at the two of them. They have played before obviously.

I motion for Rod to come closer. My face and upper body over the back of the sofa and am standing like a soldier at attention with his cock thrust out in from him. Once he is close, I take his hard-on into my mouth and begin my haphazard attempt at sucking it, but I am not good at it like I am aware of.

“Watch those teeth, Mr. Sparks.” Rod says. “Watch those damned teeth.”

“Sorry.” I mumble with a mouthful of his manhood. But I continue. He is not as big as Eric but still bigger than me. And more than a mouthful.

He smells of sweat, exercise and virility. Rod looks to be about 30-years-old or slightly older. As I suck on him, he fully unbuttons his shirt. As it falls away from his chest. He is hairy. Dark. Tanned. And not a bit of pale flesh on him. No tan lines.

Rod grabs the top of my head and directs me. And I continue to be face-fucked by the delivery man. He does not force me all the way down as I tend to gag from my lack of experience. But I manage in my own awkward way. But he does speed up.

“That’s right.” Rod says as I slobber all over his cock, liquid draining out of the sides of my mouth as I gulp down his rigid pole. “That’s right.”

I bet we are a sight. A young buck plugging my ass and me, a middle-aged daddy in the middle, feasting on a 30-something year-old stud. My cock gets harder at the realization. It is a fantasy materialized and happening in my own living room.

I can feel Eric as he rams me, and Rod’s cock starts hitting me in the back of my throat. I have never been able to swallow a man’s cock before without gagging. Eric’s cock begins to swell even more. I can sense the tightness.

He begins to shake. Waves of ecstasy sweep over the younger man diving into my ass with his cock.

“I am going to cum!” Eric bellows. “I am going to cum!”

“Give it to me.” I manage to say as I disengage from Rod’s cock in my mouth.

“I am going to cum too.” Rod says at that same moment I am pelted with his creamy white cum all over my face. He keeps shooting strings of his juice. Its wiry strings cover my face like a spider’s web.

“Don’t pull out!” I yell out. “Give me all that cum, boy. Fill my hole.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Sparks?” Eric says between bated huffs of breath. “Are you sure?”

“Give it to me, boy! Give it to me!” I demand when I feel him begin firing his load deep into my hole. I feel his cock pump its load. I feel his shivers. Each pulse sends his veiny cock deeper in me.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” I hear Eric cry out at the same moment he dumps his 19-year-old seed into me.

I am drenched in both men’s seed. And I am throbbing hard.

I wipe the cum on my face into my mouth. It is salty-sweet as I swallow Rod’s load. I take some of this man’s fuel and apply it to my cock and commence to stroke my cock. I see both young bucks looking at me. Their cocks still hard and pointing like daggers out from their furred loins.

“Beat that cock, Mr. Sparks.” Eric encourages me.

“C’mon man, give us a load.” Rod chimes in.

I am sweating and Rod’s cum is in my eyes, but I continue. I want to contribute to this man-fest. This triune of masculinity.

Eric gets down on his knees. Under my cock. Rod joins him on the floor. Each under my cock waiting for my offering.

“Give us that cum, Mr. Sparks.” Eric says.

I can feel it. The slight ache in my back that tells me I am approaching the point of no return. Eric sees it in my eyes.

“C’mon, Mr. Sparks. Give it to us.”

“FUUUUCCK!” the word explodes out of my mouth as the seed shoots out of my cock. It lands on Eric, a splatter or two hitting Rod on his cheek. I am barely able to stand as the few thick strands of cum exit from me. I am huffing and puffing like I had just ran a marathon.

Eric does like I did with Rod’s cum and wipes it into his mouth. I am still heaving as I watch him devour my seed. Eric leans over and wipes the cum off Rod’s cheek with his tongue.

“Well, men, I have to get a move on. Deliveries, you know.” Rod says casually.

Rod slides up his little brown shorts and grabs the brown button-down shirt off the floor and he walks out the front door of my house. By this time, Eric is lying flat on his back on the living room floor.

“You, alright, boy?”

He does not answer right away. He rolls to his side to look over at me. I am seated on the sofa. My legs wide open and my cock glaring red from my rough strokes.

He smiles at me. And says.

“I am good. Ready to go again, Mr. Sparks?”