The Perfect Fit

The afterglow of their first encounter lasted for hours. Ben and Cam drifted to sleep in each others arms. When Ben woke again, the sun had already set. He glanced back and found Cam peacefully asleep. Memories of everything they did came flooding back. He had no idea how they got there, considering he never did anything with another guy like this.

Ben was still in disbelief over what they did. Especially since Cam reminded Ben of every other guy who sized him down back in high school. Even after everything they experienced together, could he still hold that over his head. Cam was certainly tall enough to do it.

Ben turned over in Cam's bed. Maybe he could transfer rooms. Maybe. While he was lost in his thoughts, Cam stirred, as if he could hear Ben thinking.

Cam yawned and ran his hand along Ben's back and wrapped around him and coming to a stop between his pecs. His finger ran along the striations of his chest muscles. "Can't believe it's dark. You okay?"

"Yeah."

"That's not very convincing. You spooked over what we did?"

"A little, yeah." Ben rolled over to face Cam. "Don't take this the wrong way, but hooking up with a guy was the last thing I had in mind. Especially a guy like you."

"What does that mean?"

Ben hesitated, reluctant to go into detail. But he figured he owed it to Cam. "Well, guys like you made high school hell for me. So I keep wondering if it'll happen all over again here."

Cam drew his hand down Ben's arm, following the grooves defining his deltoid, his tricep. "Does this feel like hell now?" His hand cupped one of Ben's pecs worked its way down to each of his abs.

"Not hell at all."

Cam's hand moved to Ben's thigh, caressing his balls. "How about now?" Ben's cock stirred when Cam stroked its length.

Ben stifled his moan. His cock stiffened under Cam's grasp.

"I don't want to do anything that would hurt you," Cam said. "What I want for you is the complete opposite."

Cam rolled Ben onto his back. He leaned down and kissed Ben. Ben opened his mouth and welcomed Cam's tongue, each of them sliding against each other. The kisses continued down Ben's neck. He took his time around Ben's nipples, especially after Ben's eyes rolled back, his mouth opened wide with pleasure.

"Fuck yeah," Ben said.

Cam moved downward, running his tongue over Ben's abs. His face grazed Ben's happy trail and across his pubes. Then he ran his tongue up from Ben's taint, between his balls, and up his shaft. His lips circled around the tip of Ben's dick, going a little harder when Ben sighed. Cam straddled over Ben. He kept working his mouth up and down Ben's cock. 

Meanwhile, Ben had a clear view of Cam's massive cock swinging between his legs, nestled in Cam's blond body hair. His curiosity swelled along with their cocks; what did Cam's cock taste like? But with their height difference, Ben couldn't get his cock into his mouth.

When Cam took a break from sucking Ben's dick, Ben slid upward to position himself better. He stretched his mouth wide open and started on Cam's tip. Cam bowed his head and moaned. It sparked Ben's eagerness, knowing Cam was taking pleasure from his sucking. He took Cam's cock deeper into his mouth. Pre-cum left a salty trail on his tongue. Ben was surprised with how much he enjoyed the taste.

Cam pulled his cock from Ben's reach. He spun around and sat on Ben's pelvis. After reaching behind himself to prep his ass, Cam lowered himself on Ben's cock. His hole tightened around his shaft. 

A hint of cumming began to build pressure inside of Ben. "Slowly. I want to enjoy it."

Cam winked. He sat up slightly and settled back down on Ben's cock. Even more pressure built inside of Ben. Thankfully, Cam stopped moving around. The urge to cum receded. He planted his hands on each of Ben's pecs.

"You've got such  a tight body," Cam said.

Ben sat upright, coming eye-level to Cam's chest. He leaned forward, putting his lips on Cam's nipple. His tongue circled and circled.

Cam moaned as he rocked forward and back. His rhythm picked up, his cock rubbing against Ben's abs. The pleasure grew so intense Ben had to pull away from Cam's chest so he could breathe and gasp and moan. His head cocked back. Cam cocked his head back too. They moved together, faster and faster.

"Uh, fuuuuuck," Ben murmured.

He wanted to pause, and hold back his cum. He tightened even as the cum rose up inside his cock. But as much as he wanted to wait, Cam kept going. Ben came uncontrollably, his pulses spurting in time with Cam's rocking. His semen trickled out of Cam's ass, running down the length of Ben's cock, pooling on his balls.

Ben collapsed back. But Cam kept him inside of him. He kept pumping, drawing out every lingering bit of pleasure from Ben. As much as Ben wanted him to stop, he knew Cam was still feeling it. Then Cam reached down and stroked his own dick. It didn't long before he came as well. Sperm shot out in globs, streaking across Ben's torso. Wave after wave burst forward, making puddles between Ben's pecs, the gutters of his abs.

Cam fell forward, his chest rest on Ben's face. They panted together, sweat mingling between each other.

"Still think I'd put you through hell?" Cam said.

"Not at all," Ben said before giving Cam another kiss on his chest.