Authors Note: Chapters 1-3 are available on my patreon! This story is inspired by Good Girls (NBC) and Weeds (Showtime). I'd also like to apologize (again) for missing my own weekly posting standard. I started a new job and have been BUSY!!! LOL. Anyway, enjoy and always, more to cum!
Chapter 1: Here’s The Plan Boys
Ben rolled over in bed, unable to sleep. He’d taken a sleep aid, drank tea, and jerked off. His husband slept, somehow peacefully, next to him. Ben was too stressed. Dan never seemed to get stressed. He only seemed to exist. Ben envied his carefree nature and was sometimes annoyed, enraged, by it.
There was plenty to be annoyed by. The bar wasn’t doing well, they were behind on the mortgage by three, maybe four months now and Hunters school bills had drained their savings and resources. Ben and Dan had agreed to pay for everything for their sons’ college. They paid for two semesters upfront and it was starting soon. In approximately six weeks Hunter would be off to college and Ben and Dan would be empty nesters.
Ben rolled over and saw his snoring husband, sleeping without a care in the world.
We’ll figure it out, he’d said. Dan had no sense of urgency and at first it had calmed and balanced Ben, but now in their forties, fathers and business owners, it irked him.
And as always when Ben was stressed, it made him horny. He let his eyes trail down his husbands’ sleeping, shirtless body.
Bingo. Dan had a hard-on.
“Psst. Dan.” Ben nudged him, trying to rouse him. “Babe.” He raised his voice a step. Nothing. This’ll work. Ben thought to himself as he slipped beneath the covers and slowly pulled Dan’s sleep-shorts down. First came the smell, a woody scent from the soap he used then the faint aroma of man. Ben gave a little kiss to the mound above his husbands cock, taking the smell into his lungs. He lowered the shorts more and revealed his husbands cock.
Even soft it was rather large. His husband stood eight inches when fully erect, with a slight curve. Ben kissed the tip now that it was revealed, flicked his tongue across the spongy flesh. His husband stirred, but didn’t wake.
“Come on baby, wake up for me.” He took the head in his mouth and gave it a slight suck, enough to send a message and Dan responded by shifting and taking in a breath. Ben began to put more in his mouth and it started to fill with blood.
Above him, Dan grunted something and moaned, shifting. Ben kept going up and down, picking up pace and Dan shifted with each bob of Bens’ head. Ben’s lips tightened and massaged as he hummed, taking the now full eight inches in his throat.
“Fuck…” Dan groaned as he woke and began to raise his hips to meet Bens motions.
“Mmm.” Ben grunted as Dan put his hand on the back of his husbands’ head and kept up his thrusting.
“Hell of a way to wake up.” Dan threw the blankets off and gave Ben’s cheek a slight slap. “Take that cock baby.”
“Gawk!” Was Ben’s response as Dan kept shoving himself deeper, coating his cock in saliva.
“Now that I’m up you know I’m gonna want a piece of that ass. Right?” His head fell back in pleasure. “Fuck you always give the best head.”
Ben took in a sharp breath as he pulled off his husbands’ cock. He played with it, rolling the head over his lips as he spoke, “You gonna pump me full and wear me out so I can fall asleep?”
“I’ll fuck you till you pass out if you want.” He grabbed the base of his dick and slapped Ben’s tongue, cheek, face, leaving splatters of precum and saliva across his husband. “Turn around and bounce on me.” He instructed.
Ben wasted no time, he ripped his own shorts off and turned around, getting on his knees and exposing his ass to his husband. “Fill me up baby.” He begged as his husband smacked his hole with his cockhead.
“Mm, you don’t have to beg. I’m – ahh – ready.” Dan said as he pushed inside. It was rough and tight at first. Dry and with little preparation, but Ben relaxed and let the length sink into him as he sat back. “Fuck that feels good.”
“Oh god.” Ben moaned as he clenched his walls around Dans curve. He curved around him and began to rock back and forth. Leaning forward and bracing himself on Dan’s shins until only the head remained inside him. Then he’d fall back and slam his ass on his husbands’ lap.
Dan grinned and smacked Bens’ cheeks as he watched them glide up and down. With each collision they jumped and Ben tightened. Dan began to push up to meet Ben as he bottomed out. “Fuck baby, you’re gonna milk me dry if you keep doing that.” He warned.
“Good!” Ben smiled, tossing his head back. He began to rock faster, grinding as he reached Dans base. “I want that cum bad daddy.”
“Ah, here you go then.” Dan let go, painting Ben’s insides. Streams of pearly liquid filled Ben up. “That was good, thanks for the quickie babe.” Dan pushed Ben off of him.
“Wait,” Ben began to protest as he turned to face Dan. He wanted Dan to at least suck him off but he quickly rolled over and covered back up.
“Sorry, I gotta get up early for that meeting with the investor.” Dan made his excuse and closed his eyes. “Love you.” He added before nearly instantly falling back to sleep.
“Ugh.” Ben rolled his eyes.
He hated this. Dan had been like this for a few weeks now. Not distant, but inching away for sure. There sex life had suffered before. Right after adopting Hunter, Ben joined all the organizational boards of the activities Hunter was in, when Dan left his job as an accountant to open the bar. Too many times. Now this. Business had slowed at the bar to the point that Ben had started bartending to help out.
So, filled with his husbands cum and more annoyance, Ben got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen. The halls were filled with photos of their life. Reminders of the routine he’d followed. Ben liked routine and structure, but recently…he wanted something else.
He just didn’t know what.
“And then he just rolled over?” Rudy asked as he sipped his coffee.
“Yup.” Ben confirmed. Rudy was his best friend since grade school and they sat now in their favorite breakfast diner. Sunshine’s. It was also the one Rudy worked at. Was technically working at right now.
“Super don’t love hearing about my brother getting fucked and filled with his husbands cum.” Andy, Bens’ brother, interjected.
“All I said was we had sex and he rolled over. You added the other part.” Ben rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his waffle.
“Yeah, but it was implied. You forget, you didn’t lock doors when I lived with you. I know what goes on behind it.”
“You don’t knock and never have. That’s how you walked in on mom and dad.” Ben laughed.
“Some might say you have a weird kink.” Rudy laughed as he stood up. “I gotta check my other tables. I’m sure my morning regular left me his usual two-dollar tip. We’ll finish this in a second.” He walked off.
“Ooh, don’t spend it all in one place.” Andy joked, then froze. Rudy walked away, he must not have heard.
But Ben did.
“Andy.” He said under his breath.
It was a passive phrase to most, but to Rudy it was another reminder. Rudy’s husband, Steven, had passed about a year ago and between that and the sick kid Rudy had. Money was tight. Rudy’s son, Kevin, had a kidney disease that had plagued him from childhood until now. He was eighteen now so he no longer qualified for most of the medical programs. Every penny Rudy made from this and helping at the bar went to Kevin and paying off Steven’s death bills.
Dying was just as expensive as living.
“Sorry,” Andy swallowed a mouthful of food with a look that said, ‘please don’t hit me, it was a slip of the tongue’. That was Andy though. Always talking before thinking. It’s how he ended up with a teen pregnancy with his ex-girlfriend and he now lived in a one-bedroom apartment, barley affording rent because he worked at a grocery store because he couldn’t seem to get out of his own way.
At least that’s what Ben thought. In truth Andy liked having no worries. He wished the pay was better but…
“So how’s the bar doing?” Rudy asked re-joining the brothers.
“Slow but we’re making just enough to pay our mortgage and the loan. Hunter’s tuition however…I don’t know how we’re gonna pay it.” Ben drank his coffee.
“Why don’t you just have Hunter get a loan or apply for one of those ‘I’m adopted give me a scholarship’ scholarships?” Andy asked.
“He’s got a few scholarships that pay a little over half, but we still have to pay for his apartment and books and shit. Add that to what’s left of his tuition and it’s still a heavy penny.” Ben explained. “And I’m not having my son go into debt with some b.s. predatory loan.” He continued before Andy repeated himself.
“Smart. Steve still owes – owed – money on his loans.” Rudy corrected himself.
“I say don’t pay it, he’s dead. What are they gonna do? Resurrect him and put his ass to work?” Andy chuckled.
“Well I applied for some forgiveness programs. We’ll see if they come through.”
“They will.” Ben reached out and gripped his friend’s hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Wouldn’t need any forgiveness programs if you just happened to fall into some money.” Andy shrugged, taking another bite.
“And what does that mean?” Ben asked with a light chuckle, holding his coffee.
“Okay,” Andy put on the show, laying his hands down on the table and hunching over. Bringing the others in. “here’s the plan boys. Robbing a bank is too hard, money is too traceable. But something like a convenience or grocery store? Easy pickings. They keep about thirty grand in the safe, plus whatever is in the registers. Low security and the employees don’t get paid enough to risk their lives to stop you.” He pulled his butter knife up and stabbed into his stack of sausage. “we go in while the security guard is on break or lunch, after the afternoon rush. We make out with enough to help pay off our debts. Equal split. Ten grand each.” He let his voice sit low and his expression remained serious.
“You’ve thought about this?” Rudy laughed and broke the façade.
“A little bit, yeah.” Andy laughed while he took a bite. “I put it together one day when I was on break watching everyone run around. It’d be easy honestly. And the manager is a prick. He deserves it.”
“The last thing you need to be doing is fantasizing about robbing the store you work at.” Ben chided him.
“I’m not actually gonna do it, just a thought experiment.” Andy rolled his eyes.
“Can’t say I would hate to have ten thousand extra dollars fall into my lap.” Rudy said with a far-off expression, letting himself consider it. As a joke of course.
“Rudy, could you watch my tables? I gotta use the can.” Cheryl, his coworker, asked.
“Yeah, no problem. Anyway,” He stood and faced his friends. “I’ll see you at the bar tonight. Don’t rob any atm’s while I’m gone. He said to Andy.
“No promises.”
“Andy,” Ben swatted at his brother with a laugh.
“I’m just not feeling good babe, think you and Rudy can get by without me?” Dan asked Ben from the couch. He was a baby when he didn’t feel good.
“I’m sure we can manage Dan.” Ben put the soup down on the coffee table. “I got the bill for Hunter’s dorm by the way. It’s due next Thursday or he can’t move in in August.”
“We’ll pay it.” Dan said.
“We don’t have the money in either account to cover it.” Ben retorted.
“I’ll figure it out.” Dan leaned up enough to get the soup.
“Take out another mortgage?” Ben aske, brows raised in skepticism. He knew they wouldn’t be approved.
“I’ll figure it out.” Dan repeated.
“Okay. Feel better, I gotta pick Rudy up.” He stood up and bent down to kiss his husband’s forehead. He was warm. Dan blew a kiss back with an ‘I love you’.
“Vodka cran!” Some muscle gay yelled over the thumping music. It was a nice and busy night. Good for the books and good for the bank.
Ben made drink after drink, the DJ turned song after song. The bouncer kicked out asshole after asshole.
Except one. “Having a good night I see!” I slimy looking man came up to the bar.
“What can I get you?.” Ben poured another drink for the next person.
“My money.” Simple and straightforward.
“Ha- good one. What do you want? Whiskey sour? Fuzzy nipple?” Ben laughed as he turned to face the man.
“I’m here to see you husband.” He said. Even his voice was slimy. Ben’s skin crawled.
“He’s not here tonight. What can I do for you?” Ben’s eyes narrowed.
“Let’s talk in the office.” He said with his greasy little eyes and his greasy little voice that came out of his greasy little lips that really needed some lip balm. Or some water.
“Sure…” Ben nodded slowly. “Rudy, will you be alright up here while I’m gone?”
“I’ll make it.” Rudy nodded.
“Let’s go.” Ben led Greasy Man down a hall to the office. “What can I help you with?”
“The money your husband owes me. With interest.” Grease was straightforward. No small talk.
“What did he bum a twenty?” Ben laughed. His husband wasn’t one to borrow money from someone who looked like…this guy.
“Yeah. Twenty grand.” The room froze. Ben almost laughed again. Almost.
But something told him that there was no joke in Grease’s sentence.
“My husband borrowed how much?” Ben’s voice cracked.
“Twenty thousand. With interest comes to let’s say…twenty-five.” Grease walked over to the couch in the office and sat down. But not before pulling out his gun.
Ben swallowed hard. His bones went cold and throat dried. “We don’t have that kind of money.” He didn’t know what to say. He went into autopilot.
“Well, you better come up with it. I already gave him an extra week. I won’t give him another. I need my twenty-five thousand by next Thursday or I’ll come take it,” He looked Ben up and down and shifted his gun to scratch his groin. “in trade. Or at least a down payment. I’ve yet to fuck a pussy worth more than five hundred.”
A threat.
“I don’t- I uh…I – we don’t just have twenty-five thousand dollars laying around.” Ben started to silently scream. In his head he was erupting in flame. On the surface he was straight-faced and soft voiced.
“Well,” Grease got up and walked over to Ben. He even smelled greasy. He got in Ben’s ear and whispered. “you better find it. I don’t like late.” He turned and walked away.
When the door to the office closed Ben went blank for a moment, staring at the wall. The dark, old brick wall. The thump of the music and roar of the dancing crowd muffled by the buildings old frame. He walked over to the desk and took in a deep breath.
He snapped.
“Argh!” Ben let it out, swiping his arms across the desk. Everything went flying. Papers, a picture frame, the ledger, pens, the computer. It all crashed to the ground as Ben began crying. “Argh!” He cried out again.
He stood for a moment in the thud of the bar, the shaking of his cries. Then he, as always, collected himself. He looked down at the pile of things and saw the broken picture frame. Glass shattered and the frame cracked. Ben knelt down, sniffling, and picked up the photo as careful as possible.
It was the family. Ben and Dan stood side by side with Hunter between them in front. They were all smiling. It was a father’s day cookout they’d gone to last year. It was a beautiful photo. Dan’s green eyes made Ben grow angry. Angier.
Those green little eyes had been keeping something from him. Something huge. Dan had gone to some back water loan shark. He was going to get them killed.
Then the roar of music grew louder and Ben’s head snapped towards the door.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” A man with a Brazilian accent stood in the doorway. “I was looking for the restroom.” His voice was deep and smooth. Like whiskey.
“It’s down the hall.” Ben stood up and wiped his face.
“Thanks,” The stranger said, a handsome stranger. His thick dark hair framed beautiful skin and his plump lips revealed a perfect, beautiful smile. “Are you okay?” His dark eyes turned to concern.
“Yeah, I’m – I’m okay.” Ben lied, wiping away another tear.
“You sure?” Stranger stepped in and closed the door to give them some privacy as some people walked by, them too looking for the restroom. “Sorry to intrude, but…” He trailed off.
“I’m good thanks. Like I said, bathrooms down the hall.” Ben waved him away with a smile.
Stranger simply nodded and turned. Ben did too. He knelt back down and began cleaning the mess. There was a soft swell in music before the door clicked shut.
Silently the stranger walked across the room and joined Ben on the floor. “You look like you need help.” He grabbed some paper and began helping.
“Thanks, but I’m fine.” Ben locked eyes with Stranger. He was gorgeous. Ben’s cock almost burst, he calmed himself.
“Yeah, I don’t believe you.” Stranger put the papers on the desk as he stood up. Ben noticed his tight, dark jeans housed a tight bulge.
“I – uh – I’m…” Ben blushed and stood up himself. He stumbled though and Stranger caught him. “Thanks.” He looked up into the man’s eyes.
“You are very beautiful.” Stranger smiled his perfect smile again and then laughed awkwardly, turning away.
“Thanks.” Ben repeated and blushed more as he felt the blood pump throughout his body. He grew hot with attraction and arousal. Then shame. Heavy and thick. He was married. He should say that.
“Sorry, I do not mean to be forward. But you are just so beautiful.” He looked down at Ben and Ben could feel the strangers grip on him grow from steadying to embracing. “A beautiful man such as you should not be crying.” He lifted Ben’s chin.
“I…” Ben didn’t know how to answer. He could feel himself grow hotter. He was about to burn the Brazilian man holding him.
“May I?” He lowered his face an inch. Ben didn’t know how to answer, he was frozen. Hot and frozen in place. He didn’t know he could be those two things. When Ben didn’t answer, Stranger inched closer and Ben could taste the liquor on his breath, smell the cologne on his neck.
Their lips met. Ben grew past hot and finally ignited. His chest rose as his arms wrapped around the Brazilian. Pulling him closer. Heat and guilt tore threw Ben as he pushed away.
“I’m married.” He spat. Taking a deep breath.
“You’re sexy.” Brazil said.
“I’m still married.” Ben repeated finding his strength.
Stranger got closer and dug his fingers into Ben’s sides and held them together as he pushed his hips forward and Ben felt the hard shaft under the man’s jeans brush against him. It felt thick as a can of chips against his thigh and it had to be just as long.
“I shouldn’t do this.” Ben said under his breath as he tried to pull away. When Brazil pulled him closer Ben’s hand slipped under the man’s shirt and traveled his abs. Tight and hard.
“Suck me,” The Brazilian put his hand on top of Ben’s head and forced him down.
As Ben landed on his knees his fingers curled around the man’s belt buckle and he worked to undo it. Something overcame him. He didn’t know what he was doing or why. He felt anger. He felt shame. He felt horny.
The belt unclicked and the stranger helped Ben force his own pants down. In front of Ben was a very girthy bulge clinging to the man’s left leg held behind a thin piece of fabric. Also known as underwear.
“Woah…” This man was much bigger than Dan. He was bigger than Ben was. They were both of average size. But this man? He would fit into the ‘monster cock’ category on porn sites.
“Take it out.” Brazilian commanded in his thick accent and whiskey sweet voice.
Ben obeyed, he looped his fingers around the waistband and pulled slowly. A patch of hair sprung out as the underwear slid down his thick, muscular thighs. The Mans’ musk filled his nostrils as Ben brought himself closer to the groin. The underwear inching farther down, revealing the base of the cock.
“Ohhhh…” Ben inhaled deeply as the fabric came off completely, the cock springing up. It was heavy and uncut. It glistened in the dim lighting of the office. “Fuck.” He was enthralled. All care and concern somehow gone.
“Open.” Stranger ordered.
Ben looked up and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. The man stared down at him and wrapped his fist around his thick meat, lifted it and slapped the head on Ben’s lips.
Ben flicked his tongue and bobbed forward; the dick poked in only for a moment as Brazil teased him. “Beg for it.”
“Please.”
“Good boy.” He thrust forward and his cock was shoved right down Ben’s throat. His nose smashed to the base as he gagged on the thickness. It felt like it tore his throat open as Brazil pulled back a few inches before diving back in. “Fuck…” His hand rested on Ben’s head as he fucked in and out of Ben’s face.
Saliva and snot spewed out of Ben’s mouth and nose as his mouth was forced open by the uncut cock. Ben gagged and coughed on it as Stranger rocked back and forth. He used his other hand to cup Ben’s chin, locking him in place.
“Gack! Gack! Gack!” Ben choked as he steadied himself on Brazil’s thighs. The taste and scent filled him as he felt the skin slide back and forth in his throat. He hummed and moaned, milking and vibrating the girthy member. Ben tightened his throat.
“Oh fuck. Good boy.” Stranger moaned as he picked up his pace, thrusting faster and faster.
Ben cupped the man’s balls, heavy and full of cum. But not for long. Ben started to meet the thrusts and tightened again as he traveled up and down cock. He could feel Stranger start to swell; his balls rose in Bens’ hands.
“Fuck.” Brazil groaned, his grip tightening on Ben’s head. He pulled out all the way and began stroking himself. “Open up!” He smacked Ben’s face with his cock as he kept pulling up and down.
“Ah!” Ben opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out again. Watching and waiting as Brazil hunched over, ready to blow.
The sight before him began to slow almost in Ben’s head. The beautiful man above him looked down with a scrunch and grin as his fist curled and tightened. He drew close.
Brazil slapped his cock on Ben’s tongue and held it there as he came. Volley and volley of creamy cum spewed from the head. Landing in Ben’s hair, on his cheek, on the floor. Ben started licking and lapping up the liquid as the stranger groaned in ecstasy. Another pearl of semen fell on Ben’s forehead.
“Mmm…” Ben moaned as he licked away at the head, causing the man to cringe and shudder from the sensation.
“Take it.” Brazil forced himself back down Ben’s throat and a fresh torrent erupted, pouring straight down to Ben’s stomach.
They stayed like that for a few moments. Brazil withdrew as the two men began to heave.
The stranger bent down and pulled his pants up, buckling his belt without a word as Ben fell to the ground. He looked up at Brazil who just smiled down at him then winked.
Without a word, he turned and walked to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned back to face Ben before leaving he said, “See you around.” He winked and left.
Ben sat on the floor, cum covered and throbbing.
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