“I… I don’t know the right things to say.” He turned his head away, squirming.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Ben took Jason’s chin and eased his head back until their gaze met. “There’s no wrong answer. You don’t have to say anything. Should I tell you what I want?”
Exhaling, Jason nodded gratefully.
Ben sat back on his heels, tracing Jason’s chest with his fingertips. “Hmm. What don’t I want? It’s tough to narrow it down.”
Jason laughed, a nervous little titter.
“I’m serious.” He played with Jason’s nipples, and Jason arched his back with a moan. “There’s so much. This is what I’m going to do today.” Ben leaned over him again, planting his hands on the mattress, his voice low, their bodies barely touching. He stared into Jason’s eyes, the blue somehow darker. “First, I’m going to suck your cock. Swallow you into my throat so all you can feel is hot-tight-wet.”
Shuddering, Jason pushed up helplessly with his hips, their dicks grazing. “Yes.”
“I’m going to lick your balls while I put a finger in your ass. Have you ever had anything inside you?”
Breath coming in short bursts, Jason shook his head.
“You’re going to be so close to coming, and if you do, that’s okay. I’ll get you hard again and put another finger inside. Stretch and get you ready for me.” He pushed his hips lower, rubbing his dick against Jason’s hip. “Do you want me inside you?”
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” he blurted.
Smiling, Ben leaned down and kissed him lightly. “I will, I promise. But we don’t have to do that. When you looked at other men at the gym or in magazines, did you ever think about having their hard cocks in your ass? Your mouth?”
Jason shook his head. “Never let myself.”
“Not even when you jerked off?”
“No. Didn’t think about much of anything. It was always quick. In the shower in the mornings. I had so much to do.” I wasn’t allowed.
Ben still braced himself on his arms, his cock only brushing against Jason. “You’re sure you want this?”
“Yes,” Jason moaned, the word bursting out. “Show me what you like.”
“Cum play turns me on,” Ben said, his arms trembling enough that he pressed harder on top of Jason. “I like it messy. I want to roll you over and fuck you, make it good for you, make you come. Then I want to jerk off on you and see my cum on your skin.”
Jason’s brain short circuited, and all he could do was stare up at Ben, who licked his lips nervously and added, “We don’t have to do that. I’m weird, I know.”
The thought of Ben coming on him was so dirty, but in a good way—a way Jason wanted to explore. “I guess I’m weird too.” Trembling with need, he wrapped his legs around Ben’s hips as they rocked with a shared groan. His dick leaking between them, Jason nodded. “Do it.”
With a grin, Ben kissed him hard and muttered, “First things first.”
When Ben swallowed his cock, lips stretched over Jason’s throbbing shaft, pushing the foreskin back, Jason whined and moaned, noises slipping between his lips helplessly. Ben’s mouth was hot and wonderfully wet, saliva dripping as he licked and sucked.
It was the first blowjob Jason had ever had, and he hadn’t known anything could feel so perfect. He closed his eyes, fisting his hands in the sheets and trying not to come already.
Ben popped off with a slurp, lips red and shiny, and Jason wanted to beg him not to stop. But then Ben tore open the lube and slicked his fingers, and Jason could only watch, a thread of fear spiraling through him.
Big hands covering Jason’s knees, Ben urged them higher and even wider. “Let me see you.”
Knees almost to his shoulders, Jason fidgeted under Ben’s hungry gaze, too exposed. What does my ass look like? What if he doesn’t like it?
“That’s it. So good. Hold your legs up for me.”
Fingers slipping in the sweat under his knees, Jason did, desire and unease battling.
Ben asked, “Do you like that? Opening up for me?”
“I think so. Yes,” Jason whispered. He did like it, despite the simultaneous urge to run away. His dick leaked, legs trembling.
“And you’ll tell me if you don’t like anything?”
“Uh-huh.”
Ben inched in the tip of his finger, hard and slick, and licked Jason’s balls, his tongue wet and textured and perfect. Jason suddenly came with a shout, back arching. He painted his belly and chest with semen, cock twitching. He actually saw starbursts behind his closed eyes, the orgasm scouring him, wringing out every drop of pleasure.
Panting, legs flopping down around Ben, Jason muttered, “Sorry.”
“I told you this would happen, remember? Don’t ever be sorry for coming.” Ben ran his fingers over Jason’s sticky, quivering stomach.
“Do you like that? You said…you like this?” Jason nodded his chin down at the mess on him.