Benjie’s Hot Date

Part 2

Inspired.

“Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!”

I do not want to talk about it to anyone. To no one. I mumble to myself as I storm into the house. My head down. And with one set goal in my mind. To get to my bedroom to sulk. I put the car keys into the ceramic bowl next to the front door and bolt, like lightning, into my bedroom. I am determined. I know I will find solace there where I can hug my pillow tightly against my chest like I had planned to do with an actual human tonight and cry my eyes out like a whiny baby. As I try to comfort myself in my disappointment. Wishing it were a warm body of the person I just had my date with, and for which I ruined any chance of repeating because of my careless bumbling.

“Benjie! Benjie!” My stepdaddy shouts to me as I made the hasty beeline to my room. “Benjie! Benjie! How was it? Talk to me, boy. Talk to me.”

I slam the door, loudly, behind me. I want to be alone. All alone. And to my lonesome.

Knock-knock-knock. I hear Roman’s clutched knuckles rap hard and furiously on my wooden bedroom door with such a force it startles me from my depressive haze.

“Benjie, boy. C’mon on outta there, boy. Talk to me. And to my good friend, Marcus.” Stepdaddy Roman says. “Tell us what happened on this hot date you had tonight. I want to hear about all of it. I want all the juicy little details of what happened between you and this girl you said you were going to be with tonight. By the way, I thought you would have been gone much longer.”

I do not want to answer him. The date went horrible. Really horrible. Beyond horrible. And now Roman wants me to sit down and meet one of his damned tattooed friends, too, to top it all off at the end of this terrible night. That is simply great. Great. Fucking great.

“C’mon Benjie. Talk to me. Talk to your dear ole stepdaddy.” Roman pleads. I fully expect him to come bursting through the door, any minute, or to just open the door, unannounced, but he does not do either. “C’mon. C’mon, come on out here and talk to me, boy. You will feel much better if you do. It must not have been all bad. I hope. C’mon. Come out here and talk to me, son.”

I wonder if he knows how truly horrible it was. How bad I feel? Or if he is just meddling. I wanted to lose my virginity tonight on this hot date. I mean, date. But it did not happen. Not even close.

I fling the pillow onto the bed as I lift myself up and walk to the door and open it.

“That’s it, sport. Tell your new stepdaddy all about it.”

I walk into the living room. A man I have never seen before sits on the sofa where I had sat earlier in the evening before I went out on this horrible date.

“Hey, Benjie-boy. I am Marcus.”

The man says as he reaches out to shake my hand. But I do not shake it. I pull away. And just stand leering at the strange man before I find a place on the sofa between the two of them. Where Stepdaddy Roman now has found a place to sit next to me too.

The stranger is all bulk. All muscles and covered with a smattering of dark hair and tattoos just like Stepdaddy Roman. Although Stepdaddy Roman is much leaner in his musculature.

Roman is now shirtless, as he was when I walked in, and the tattoo that covers his chest is all I can see. It looks like a fiery phoenix rising from a spectacular display of majestic red flames. It goes out onto his lean-muscular and hairy arms. I have never seen it all until now.

“What happened? Tell me. Did the girl -- not appreciate all the practice we did before you left?” He asks as he now has taken a stand before me, like he is about to preach, while he continues to look at me where I still sit. Then he leans over me and puts his arm on the back of the sofa behind me. Getting right up into my face. I want to tell him what has happened. I do. I really do. So, I do. And it gushes from me like a river.

“As I was sucking. Much like you did on me. I nicked my teeth on his hard coc…ahhhhh…and left a little mark. And it bled some. A little. Just a little. Not much. I saw a red spot. I am not sure.” I tell the pair, mumbling like I am an idiot. “And then it was over. I left. I could not go on any further. I grabbed my clothes and got the hell outta there.”

I hesitated at first but then I just spilt it all, like a gushing flood, I do not hold back my words as they seemed to run together into a jumbled frenzy. I am not sure if he has even understood me. Or if his friend did. I barely understood it myself in the moment as I spewed it.

Stepdaddy is puzzled by what I said, by the look on his bearded face tells me he might have gotten the gist before he decides to speak. And then he looks to his friend with a wide toothy cat-like grin and then back to me as he speaks.

“The only way that there could have been blood, son, was if you were sucking on a man’s cock and not a girl’s pussy. Is that what you were doing? Sucking on a man’s cock?” My stepdaddy asks.

I nod my frazzled head. Yes. Yes. It was a cock and not a pussy. I ponder to myself. Yes. Yes. It was a man. It most definitely was a man. I whisper to myself in my head. It was most definitely a man. That bears repeating. A nice handsome big-cocked man.

“So. It was a man.” He asks. “That’s alright. Men suck on other men’s cocks all the time, Benjie. Don’t they Marcus?”

Marcus smiles at Roman. An excessively BIG smile. As they seem to be sharing a moment between them.

But I know some men do but I did not know married straight men do, like what my new stepdaddy is and has just said they do though. I think to myself. That’s odd.

“What can you tell me about this man you have had this hot date with, boy?” Stepdaddy Roman asks.

“He and I are about the same age. I suppose. I think. Anyway. I am not sure. He said we were the same age. I am not sure. He said his name was Richard, though.” I can tell the two of them are listening to me with open ears as I relate my night of unfortunate mishaps from the supposed hot date.

“Well, all you need to do is just to get yourself some more practice. And I will help you out like I did before you went on this ho…uh, uh, date. Why didn’t you tell me it was a man you were seeing before you left?” Stepdaddy Roman says. “And not a girl?”

I do not answer him right away.

“I was afraid of what you might say. Of what Mom might say once she found out it was not a girl. Remember, you said I could date because of you interceding? Do not tell Mom I told you, okay? Promise me, please. Please. Please. I beg you. She will not let me date anymore.”

“This is between you and me. You know being gay is okay, doncha ya?” Stepdaddy Roman says. “And you are old enough to do whatever the hell you want. Your Mama needs to realize that. And Marcus will not say anything, of course. He will not say anything. No one will until you want too.”

Stepdaddy Roman looks like he is deep in his own thoughts. His brow is scrunched, as he rubs one of his fingers across the deep creases formed there as he is deep in thought.

“Do you want to get in some more practice, before your next time, Benjie?” Stepdaddy Roman asks.

“Yes, sir!” I answer without a moment’s hesitation. I want all the practice I can get. I must contain my excitement. I do not want to seem so eager to my new stepdaddy, but I am about to explode from the sheer thought of what I think is about to happen.

“Well, let’s get you in some more much needed practice.” Stepdaddy Roman says in just a fast a moment.

Stepdaddy Roman drops his jeans. He is just as hard as he was when I left him to go on my hot date. And all I can see is his black furred wrapped cock within my sight.

“You wanna practice on me?” Stepdaddy says once he sits back down on the sofa, not far from Mr. Marcus who has his legs spread wide to accommodate what lurks between them.

“What about mom?” I ask. “What will she say?”

“This is between me and you…and Marcus. This is our little secret, okay?” Stepdaddy says. “You wanna suck on Marcus’ cock too. It will give you some more practice.”

I look over at Marcus. His hand is on the humongous bulge that has risen in his pants from where he sits on the sofa.

“That okay, Mr. Marcus?” I ask, sheepishly.

“Its good son. I want to do all I can to help a young man like yourself.” Marcus says as he stands and takes down his jeans, too, but he leaves his snug-fitting wifebeater tee on. His cock bounces out from his equally furry midsection once it is freed from his jeans. He is like a grizzly bear and much hairier than my Stepdaddy. Both are dark-haired and bushy like no man I have ever seen. And I have not seen many men to make that judgement about.

“Your cock is much fatter than stepdaddy’s.” I say. “But I like it. I like it a lot.”

“Well, that just means you can have got more to practice on, boy. All men’s cock are not the same. But you should know that doncha, from when you have been in a men’s locker room?” Stepdaddy Roman says.

“I never played sports. Stepdaddy. I always rushed when I was in the locker room. Afraid I might get myself a stiffy around the other dudes.” I say, mawkishly. But neither seems to hear me. Their eyes are both riveted on me. They appear to be licking their lips in anticipation.

Both Stepdaddy Roman’s cock and Marcus’ are standing at full attention from their bushy groins as I dart from one to the other with my deep azure blue eyes. I can feel my own throbbing erection in my jeans as I look at the pair of them.

“Stand up.” Stepdaddy Roman tells me. And I do. “Take your shirt off. And relax. It is just us men here.” I undo the many buttons. One by one. Until all unfastened. And my shirt is open. “Now toss that useless thing aside.” He resumes in his commands. And I do what he says. “Turn around.” He continues. “Show us what you want to give up to those boys or that you have already given up.” I turn about. Showing the hairy pair of men my ample wares.

“I have not given them anything, Stepdaddy. Marcus. I am still a virgin; I told you that I am the same as I was when I left out earlier for this date tonight. Even though I do not want to be one when I came back home.” I tell MY phoenix tattooed Stepdaddy and his hairy stranger-friend.

I hear low murmuring between the men as I continue with my display.

“Drop down the back of your pants, boy. Tease us.” Marcus orders. “Show us some of that fine little young ass.”

And I do. A touch of my bare ass is displayed so they can both see.

“Your underwear is gone. Does the man who you saw you tonight have them?” Stepdaddy Roman asks.

“Yes. I accidentally left them at his apartment. I was naked when we were fooling around but…”

“Good. And I think you need to stop wearing underwear, altogether, boy, most men I know do not wear any. Marcus and I quit wearing them when were both in high school together. Now you will have a good reason to go back and see him. All is not lost, boy. Stepdaddy Roman is here to help you out. I promise.”

“And so am I.” The stranger interjects. Marcus interjects. “So am I.”

“Now drop those pants so we can see all of you.” Stepdaddy Roman adds.

I do. I drop my pants and I am completely naked before my stepdaddy Roman and his good buddy, Marcus. And I step out of them and my shoes leaving them under the coffee table in front of us.

“Turn around, boy.” Stepdaddy tells me. As I do, my hard cock waves through the air like a stiff flagpole and flings a string of my leaking juice into the air like a misshapen bird.

Both of their cocks are oozing pre-cum as they inspect me from the top of my head to the length of my hard cock and to the drooping of my low-hanging blonde fuzz-laden balls and to my round bubble-shaped ass sprinkled with even more of the fine blonde forest.

“You were right, Roe, he has a beautiful cock. And your stepson has one fine tight little ass on him, too.” The stranger named Marcus tells stepdaddy as if I am not even in the room. I do not care. I like that the beast of man named Marcus who says what he likes what he sees in me. Richard said the same thing when I stripped naked at his apartment, tonight.

“That’s what my date said too.” I tell the two men seated on the sofa with their cocks oozing more of their precious cream. I catch myself drooling as I look at them.

“You want to taste our cocks, boy? You want to see what a real man tastes like?” Marcus asks as his hand grips his cock in a vice-like grip which causes it to spill more of his juice from his towering member.

I nod my head, ‘yes,’ frantically as my hunger for cock was not satisfied tonight.

Marcus is still wearing his wifebeater tank top tee. His muscles are bulging out from all the open spaces on this sleeveless man-tee. The shirt barely contains his hearty girth. And when I look down at his cock it is spilling more of his bountiful seed from his seeping piss-slit.

“Do I pass?” I say.

“You sure do, boy.” Stepdaddy Roman says. “You are fine specimen of a young man. And you will only get better as you get some years on you. That I can say confidently.”

“Uh-huh.” Marcus mumbles. “You look damn good, boy! Damn good!”

Marcus is squeezing his cock harder and harder, but he is not pumping it as the pre-cum oozes from his belching tiny pee-hole. He is just holding it like he is ready to do something with it.

“Its time for you to get in some practice, Stepson.” Stepdaddy Roman says as he looks at me. “C’mon, get down between my legs and show me what you can do.”

“Are you sure, sir? Stepdaddy?” I ask. “I done messed up before; you know earlier tonight.”

“I’ll tell you what you need to do, son. Now, c’mon, get down to swallowing my cock.” Stepdaddy Roman says.

I get down on my knees between stepdaddy’s legs. But I hesitate. Leery. Skeptical I can do it the right way. The way Stepdaddy wants me to do it.

“C’mon boy. There is nothing to be afraid of.” Stepdaddy says. “Stepdaddy is here to help you.”

“And I am too.” Marcus adds.

Stepdaddy’s cock looms large in front of me. But I stick out my tongue and taste the sweet dew which is leaking from his cock-tip.

“I didn’t dump my load after you left. I decided to save it. I had hopes we could continue more of what we did after you returned home from your date.” Stepdaddy says. “I am glad I waited.”

“Me too, Stepdaddy.” I say to him. “Me, too.”

“And I am glad you called me, Rome.” Marcus says. “Boy, turn your ass this way so I can see it and poke myself a finger or two inside. Maybe more than one if I can. So, I can get you ready.”

“Won’t that hurt?” I ask.

“Not if I do it right. It will feel good. Trust me, Benjie.” Marcus says with a tone that makes me want to trust him.

Stepdaddy Roman twists on the sofa sideways allowing me to be able to turn my ass for easy access for his friend. And my new friend too. I hope.

“You have yourself such a sweet little ass, boy.” Marcus says. “It’s a mighty sweet ass. And you pucker-hole has blonde peach-fuzz wrapped around it, and in it, just like the peach-fuzz resting above your upper lip. You have two mighty-pretty holes, boy.”

“Thank you, sir.” I say. “Thank you.”

Suddenly I feel Marcus’ beard brush hard against my pucker-hole and a sudden mysterious wetness creeping inside my ass.

“That feels good Mr. Marcus.” I say. It is his tongue. I have never been tongued before. My date did not even do that tonight.

“Now.” Stepdaddy Roman says. “Tend to my cock while Marcus tends to your tight little hole. Start at my cockhead and lick your way down it. Run your tongue all over it and then go down on it. Slowly. Slowly. Not all the way. Just enough so you can get used to it. Get used to its size in your mouth. Yeah. That’s it. That’s it. You are doing it, sport.”

He instructions are easy. And I do it. It is not long before I hear Stepdaddy Roman sighing. And loudly moaning. I must be doing everything right.

“Take more of it, boy. That’s it.” Stepdaddy Roman says as I take his whole cockhead in my mouth. Slobbering it down with my spit while I lather it with my tongue. “Now go down.”

I do. I go down. Down.

I suddenly feel his hand in my hair, forcing me down. And down. My nose brushes through his dense dark pubes. He smells like a man. Sweaty. Musky. Manly. That of a working man. I know him to be.

“That’s it boy. That’s it boy.” Stepdaddy Roman says as he holds my head in his dense musky-smelling fur. My nose buried deep in his curly dark pubes. “Now you can come up.” I travel the length of his eight inches of his hard meaty shaft and let out a loud outburst of exhaled air once my mouth has been unlocked from his length and swelled girth.

“I swallowed it all, Stepdaddy!” I say, happily. “I swallowed it!”

I sound like a champ. Because I am.

“That you did. And you did not even gag when you did it.” Stepdaddy says. “You are a natural. You are a champ.”

I feel two of Marcus’ thick fingers plunge into my ass. He goes in slow but steady as he rams them in all gentle-like but still with a force that takes the breathe away.

“Look at that.” Stepdaddy says. “The boy’s cock has gotten harder when you stuck your fingers into his tight little virgin hole.”

“He likes it! He likes it!” Marcus says, sounding like the kid from that old 70s commercial.

I start back down Stepdaddy’s shaft. He is leaking out more of his pre-cum which is mixing with my own spit. Stepdaddy is bitter-sweet. And delicious. And the more I swallow him the more he pours forth into my mouth.

“See, bucko, you can suck cock.” Stepdaddy says. “You just got yourself all worked up over nothing.”

I gargle a ‘yes, sir’ as his cock is buried halfway down my throat, again, and Marcus’ fingers are ploughing into my ass like a battering pair of fleshy digits.

“He has himself, a nice little red rosebud of a puckered hole, Roman.” Marcus says. “It is so sweet.” Marcus continues to ram his two thick digits in my hole.

“I know I caught a glimpse of it when he was getting his clothes back on before his date.” Stepdaddy says.

As they talk, I am once again sliding Stepdaddy’s cock down my throat. Roman sounds happy. I like that.

“I think it is time now.” Stepdaddy says.

I feel my cock grow even harder. I think I know what he means. Stepdaddy grabs my hair and eases me up from his cock and puts me in align with his eyes.

“Boy. It is time for me to bust that virgin sweet cherry ass of yours.” Stepdaddy says.

“You are going to fuck me, Stepdaddy?” I say.

“Yes.” Stepdaddy answers. “Do you want me too?”

“Yes, Stepdaddy, I do.” I say. “And then I want Mr. Marcus to do it too.”

“No problem, little buddy. I will fuck you once Rome is done. Okay.” Marcus says.

I am happy and overjoyed. I am not going to be a virgin any longer after these two finishes with me.

Stepdaddy stays seated on the sofa. His cock shooting out from his pubes like an exploding rocket, his pubes being the smoke swirling around and trailing behind it.

“Are you ready, son?”

“Yes, sir.” I say. “I am ready. More than ready.”

“Well climb on up.” He says. “Are you good and wet?”

“He’s good and wet, Rome. Good and well-lubed with my spit. The boy is real…really good.” Marcus says.

“It may hurt for just a minute. Just a second. Maybe. But just relax. Your ass can take it.” Stepdaddy Roman says. “Your ass WILL take it.” Roman says with a demand in his deep voice.

“I trust you, sir.”

I hover over his cock. And then I start to lowering myself down upon it. I feel his cum-leaking cock as I approach it. He slides his cockhead across my tight hairy hole. Teasing me. Lubing me up with his extra flowing juices along with Marcus’ spit already there.

“You are so tight, boy.” Stepdaddy Roman says. “So damn tight. Just the way a man likes another man’s ass.”

I go lower. I feel him start to squeeze in. Breaking me open. I am shaking as I take him in.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I sigh. And I keep going down. Down. And down. I can feel the helmet of his cockhead as he dives into my ripened cherry-virgin hole.

“Boy, you feel so damn good!” Stepdaddy says. “So damn fucking good!”

Marcus is down on the floor. “It looks good from here, Rome.” He says. I can feel Marcus’ tongue as he begins to lap at my hole while Roman’s cock disappears deeper into my stretching and accommodating hole.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I begin to moan. He is piercing my hole with his cock.

“I am not all the way in, boy. Almost. Almost. You can take it.” Stepdaddy says.

I drop further down. More inches of his cock disappear into my dark depths.

“You are almost there.” Stepdaddy Roman says. “A little bit more to go. Boy, you hole is so tight. So damn fucking tight.”

My own cock is brushing against Stepdaddy Roman’s phoenix tattoo. I am leaking so much of my juice onto it, it looks like the phoenix is swimming in man-juice.

“There you go.” Stepdaddy Roman says. “There you go.”

I can feel his hairy bush nestling up to my tight little hole.

“Oh fuck! Boy, you feel so fucking good.” Stepdaddy says. I am all the way down. Sitting on his bush surrounding his cock like a hen would be setting in its henhouse. His cockhead is tickling my tender moist insides. Stirring the juices in my balls and further spilling my seed onto the tattoo on his naked chest.

I feel Roman’s arm get under my butt. And he begins to push me up. The sensation is more intense as I rise on his fleshy-tool. I spurt bouts of my young boy cream onto his chest further drowning the phoenix.

“Boy, you are so excited!” Stepdaddy says. I cannot answer him as I am raked with an intensity of feeling I have never experienced before. But something takes over and I begin to use my own strength and begin to pivot on his cock under my own control.

“That’s it, boy! That’s it! You know what to do. Ride my cock! Squeeze my cock! Milk my seed from me! Take command of my cock like it is yours! Because, right now, it is!”

Stepdaddy’s words motivate me, and I take control of his cock buried deep within my anxiously gripping hairy-hole and I hold it hostage in my now tight little 19-year-old non-virgin-less gap. He broke it free from its years of non-used plugging.

Soon the both of us are awash in sex-fueled sweat as our bodies break out from our actions. I loose control as I am swamped in my new freedom. I thirst for stepdaddy’s cock. I am squeezing and squeezing on him as I pump my inner muscles around his cock while I frantically go up and down on the magnificent cock.

Stepdaddy is mumbling as I rock back and forth, and up and down atop him. I can still feel Marcus’ tongue as he fights for a place to lick and caress my hole with his tongue in-between it being plunged by Stepdaddy’s Roman’s cock. But all I care about is the ramrod cock being buried deep within me as I frantically rock-and-roll on MY fiery phoenix-ladened tattooed stepdaddy.

“OH FUCK!” I am overtaken with an uncontrollable urge as I soak Stepdaddy down in my seed. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” Is all I can say as the feeling overwhelms me as I pelt my Stepdaddy in his face, on his chest, and all over his body with my milk-colored man-jizz.

“That’s it, Boy!” Stepdaddy says as he wipes away the cum that I have coated his face with. “I knew you had more in you. Give me all you have!”

I spurt string after string of my precious juice. It seems to not end.

“Now, boy! It is my turn.” Stepdaddy says. I feel his cock swell up while it is deep inside me. Warning me of what is about to erupt. And he does. I feel him slather my insides with his seed. His eyes roll back in his head, the white of them making him look otherworldly, as he spills his full balls into my innards. I squeeze him, milking all I can from him. He huffs and puffs. And is racked with such intense convulsions it scares me. But he regains control as I begin to fill his seed seeping from the eaves of my ass onto his pubes.

The recovery is swift. And my ass is all the happier and satisfied. I turn to Marcus and say.

“Your turn!” And I am now ready for his cock.

“Boy, you are a firebrand!” Marcus says.

Stepdaddy lifts me easily off him. His cock dripping his seed and mine from his still semi-hardness. I bend down to get what I can from his lengthy appendage into my mouth.

“Take it easy boy.” Stepdaddy says. “My cock has been squeezed tighter than it has been in quite a while.”

I smile.

“Shit! Is that the doorbell? Who would be here at this hour?” Stepdaddy says as he grabs his flimsy robe from the back of the kitchen table chair and makes his way to the front door.

“My turn!” Marcus says.

“Yeah!” I say, happily and more than ready to take another cock up my hole.

“Y’all boys keep it down until I can find out who it is.” Stepdaddy says. “But there is no need to stop, though. It could be nothing. No one important.”

And Stepdaddy goes to the door. His cock making a rise in his flimsy bathrobe. I want some more of him in me.