Chapter 38: Let's Try This Again
I stood in front of Ben, and bent down to offer a more tender kiss than he had greeted me with. This time, with both hands free and me not falling over, he managed to open my pants and pull them down around my ankles. I kneeled in front of him and returned the favor, although it was a bit awkward since he was seated and still unable to lift his butt off the chair. Still, I managed, and was rewarded with the sight of his rock hard dick, standing proud through the fly of his shorts.
He chuckled. “Nothing can contain it this morning.”
I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I bet I can,” giving it a solid squeeze. He didn't respond, so I asked, “Did you feel that?”
He looked discouraged. “No, not really. But I can tell I have a boner, and I can feel a shadow of pleasure when you play with it.” I must have looked dubious because he explained, “Look, the doctor said it was probably one of the back up nerves kicking back in, vague-something. He said it was a good sign and the more active I could be the better.”
“But are you sure you want to...”
“Beyond sure! Now get that ass on my dick, pronto!”
I didn't have to be told twice. I pulled my pants off completely, slipped off my shoes and shorts, and turned my back toward him to sit on it gently.
“No,” he stopped me. “Turn around. I want to see your face when it slides in.”
I wasn't entirely sure that the institutional chair he was sitting in could bear the weight and stresses we were about to place on it, but at this point, I didn't care. I carefully stood on the seat, placing my feet on either side of his hips, and began to lower myself down. He had been coating his dick with spit, and I felt a wet finger probing my pucker, trying to lube it up. He wasn't able to thrust, but he did manage to guide his dick to its target with the same precision that always amazed me.
I was tight. I hadn't been fucked for too long, and it took a bit of effort. When he finally popped in I was out of breath and panting, and let out a “Fuuuuck!” that was probably a bit too loud, but thankfully, no one came to knock on the door and check on us. Once he was inside me, nothing else mattered. I rode him hard, without concern for the stability of the chair, or the noise we were making. Occasionally he placed a hand over my mouth to remind me that we could be heard, but I think he didn't really care much either.
It was not the most creative love making we had ever done. Just one position without variation, but the intensity was unmatched. I didn't want it to stop, but I knew I couldn't last long. Just the idea of him inside of me again was intoxicating. I had been fighting since the first moment he entered me to keep from cumming. As I approached the point of no return, we were both surprised as Ben's eyes rolled back and his whole body began to quake in ecstasy. The massive dick in my ass suddenly expanded as I felt a torrential gush of hot cum force itself deep into my guts. He must have squirted five or six times before the convulsions began to subside, and that's all it took to send me over the edge. Most of my spooge ended up saturating the front of Ben's shirt, but some of it made it to his face, and even a little in his hair.
Still sitting on his dick, I leaned forward and licked up what I could, feeding it to him with a long sensual kiss. “Good thing you've got a spare shirt I chuckled as I climbed off him in search of a towel. The unexpected gallon of Ben goo that I was now carrying, had already begun to leak, and, while the nurses were turning an indulgent eye toward us, I didn't want to abuse that liberty and leave a mess for them to clean up.
Once I had returned us and the room to something resembling normalcy, I removed the ribbon from the door. Once again, I saw the day nurse, chatting with her coworker, but this time they both stood up and clapped, grinning from ear to ear. I must have turned red instantly, because they both started laughing, and one of them even whistled.
“You look tired,” Ben observed, as I returned to sit in the chair facing him.
“I am,” I replied with a yawn. “You know how badly I've been sleeping lately, all those weird dreams and everything. Besides, orgasms always make me sleepy, and that was a particularly strong one.”
“Then take a nap,” he said in his most reasonable tone. “The bed is right there, and I'm not using it, at least for the moment. Just lay yourself down and let everything go. I'll keep watch,” he added with a playful snicker.
“Alright,” I said, not needing much convincing. I gave him a final peck on the cheek before stretching out on the clinical white sheets, and falling into a deep empty sleep.
The phone woke me with a start. Ben let out a slight chuckle as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and reached into my pocket to answer it.
“Morning sunshine,” he said with a smirk. He was still sitting by the window, now working on a crochet project. “How was dreamland?”
I just grunted at him, not quite awake enough for witty repartee, and managed a weak “Hello?” into the phone.
It was Helmut. “Hey, Joey. How's Ben doing?”
“Better than me at the moment,” I replied, beginning to wake up for real.
“Yeah, you sound like shit,” he offered with a slight bit of concern in his voice. “What's going on?”
“Nothing,” I assured him. “Just took a nap. Weird dreams lately so I haven't been sleeping well.”
“That's what you get for moving into a new place all on your own,” he said. “Especially a haunted cabin by the sea. Anyways, I called to see if you wanted me to pick you up tonight.”
“Tonight?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah, it's Tuesday. You gonna go tonight?”
“Going where?” I had no idea what he was talking about. I had no plans that I could think of.
“To Mike's, you know, the circle jerk. He hosts it every week. You coming?”
“Oh, I had kinda' forgotten about that.”
“Who is it?” Ben interrupted, anxious for the latest gossip.
“Just Helmut,” I said , covering the phone with my hand.
“Ooh, let me talk to him!” he said with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, so I handed him the phone.
“Hi Helmut, What's up?” He listened for a moment making small talk, and then asked, “Tonight? Really? Do they allow you to take videos? Oh, pity, I would have liked to watch. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. One o'clock, right. Bye.” He hung up the phone and looked at me with determination. “You are so going tonight!”
“I don't know,” I hesitated. To be honest it seemed like a year ago that Helmut had taken me there. So much had happened. So much had changed.
“No excuses.” Ben insisted. “Just because I'm stuck in rehab doesn't mean you shouldn't have some fun. Just make sure you tell me all about it in the morning. Details! I want all the details!”
I smiled at this. “On one condition,” I shot back. “Once you're out of here, you'll come with me and we'll do it together. Deal?”
“Just try and stop me,” he smirked, reaching over to rub my crotch.
“My god! It never ends with you two, does it?” Cecil stood in the doorway, feigning shock. “Isn't it time for your therapy session? I heard about your...unexpected awakening... and wanted to check in. I wasn't expecting a show, however.”
“I don't know,” Ben joked. “This could be the best therapy ever, don't you think?”
Cecil smiled. “I do, actually, but Joan is waiting, and I don't think that is exactly what she has in mind for you today. I hope you got that thing under control.”
“Yeah, back to its old floppy self now, thanks to lover boy here, but this morning...” He raised a clenched fist holding his forearm vertical in a slightly obscene gesture.
“Ben!” I was horrified. “Cecil doesn't want to hear...”
“According to the latest gossip, everyone heard,” Cecil offered with a grin. “Even the old folks down on the first floor.” I must have turned red again, because as he moved Ben to his wheelchair he gave me a wink and whispered, “Keep up the good work.” He pushed Ben toward the door and added, “You coming? I think Mr. Bouchard is waiting on the patio for you.”
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