35
Benjamin is a people-pleaser.
I watch Trevor for a whole hour, splayed out on the bed on his stomach with his cute butt exposed through the sheets as he softly breathes, sleeping. The morning sunlight fills the room along with the calm roaring of the ocean. I can’t pull my eyes from Trevor.
Yeah, I’m totally being the creep watching him as he dreams.
The moment he hit the bed last night, he was out. Despite our cuddling naked and not having any sex at all, I found myself far from disappointed. I was full of joy, warmed and at peace. I feel a responsibility to keep him safe too, protecting him in every way.
That means protecting him from myself, too.
The last way I want to take his virginity is through drunken, spoiled, sloppy sex. That sort of messing around can come later, because it does have its place, but not now, and not when it’ll feel too much like taking advantage of someone I care about.
And I do care about him, even for as relatively short a time as we’ve known each other. Exactly three weeks yesterday, in fact, but it feels much longer. I’ve really gotten to know Trevor quickly in the thick of it all. There is something about his personality that marries so well with mine whether we’re kidding around, kicking back, or going to town on each other’s faces. There isn’t age between us. There isn’t money between us. There isn’t fame or class between Trevor and I.
No. We are just two men, between which I only see sparks.
I hope I’m not being naïve in feeling that way. I just can’t deny how smart, aware, and observant Trevor is. Of all the younger men who have passed through my life like street signs in a speeding car, none have caught my eye—and my soul—like he has. There is something about him that is like spiritual kin to me. And I don’t mean “kin” in the he’s-my-“son” way; I’m really not into the daddy-son thing, as I have had the pleasure of witnessing plenty of that when I once represented one of San Francisco’s leading men (cough, daddies) in the leather scene. I mean that something about Trevor aligns with me in a way that transcends age and lifestyle.
And he called me “boyfriend”. It might have been a slip, but I saw the sincerity in his eyes, like using that word was as natural as calling me by my actual name. Benjamin. Boyfriend.
The thought has me smiling all over again. Boyfriend … This whole weekend, I want to wine and dine him like the prince I think he is. And today, he’s certainly going to feel the part.
Prince Trevor.
Slowly, and at last, Trevor begins to stir, as if osmosing all of my thoughts about him somehow. I watch as he writhes out of the feathery dreams he was likely having on this ridiculously swanky mattress and these sumptuous, silky sheets. He slowly peels open his sleepy eyes, searches for mine, and then a cute, blushing smile spreads across his face. “Hi,” he croaks.
I run a hand through his hair and return his smile. “Morning. Sleep well?”
He turns over onto his back and pulls the sheet across his waist, as if deciding now to be modest. This is the same boy who ripped off all his clothes last night, torpedoed into the bed buck naked, and fell asleep against my equally undressed body. “I slept naked,” he murmurs in a sleepy voice, still smiling all cutely. He starts to stretch, all his little muscles flexing with him as he does, revealing some obliques I didn’t realize he had. “But I slept really, really, really well.”
“Glad to hear it. I did, too.”
He stiffens up suddenly and stares at me, wide-eyed. “Wait. Did we …? D-Did we, um …?”
I roll my eyes. “Really, Trevor? You’re going to pretend like you don’t remember what we did last night? You had one drink. One. And a splash of tequila hours before.”
He bites his lip, thinking, then meets my eyes again. “So … we really just came back here and … we just fell right asleep?”
“Yep. Right after I tied you to the wooden X in the top secret basement of the cabana, gave you twenty lashes, then let you off so we could snort two lines of coke together, then—”
“Alright, alright, I get it,” Trevor cuts me off with a roll of his own eyes, laughing. “I just … I’m surprised we didn’t do anything. Like, I would have maybe wanted to.” He presses his lips together into a cute, shy smirk. “And you were a perfect gentleman, huh?”
I glance down at his morning wood, which he either hasn’t noticed or is totally ignoring. It’s making a dramatic tent in the sheet he pulled over his waist to protect his “modesty”. When Trevor’s eyes follow my own and find his involuntary erection greeting him, he shifts to cover it.
Until my grip on his thigh keeps him in place. So much for being a perfect gentleman. “You think you can let that beautiful cock poke anywhere it wants and not suffer a consequence?” I tsk-tsk-tsk him. Then I get on all fours, and his face hardens. “Time I give the birthday boy his first present.”
“My birthday isn’t until—”
I slip under the covers as fast as a snake, cutting off his words. His morning wood is especially hard, likely because he needs to pee pretty bad. That’s going to make this morning blowjob all the more tormenting for him, which I take private pleasure in as I bring a hand softly to the base of his taut balls and feel Trevor jump with surprise at the touch of my cool fingertips.
His cock stares me in the eye, beautiful and swollen to its max. When I wrap my tight lips around its tip, uncaring of the mix of pleasure and anguish I’m about to force Trevor to endure, I feel his legs tighten under me and hear him moan deep.
I ride his cock with my lips—up and down and up again—over and over until he’s already squirming beneath me, likely ready and desperate to spill.
This time, I want him to spill, and I won’t let my hand collect the load; it’s already collected twice from him.
Now, it’s my turn.
“B-Ben …” he moans from the world beyond the bed sheets in which I’m buried, sucking him hard and relentlessly.
I need no warning. I know how close he is. Desperate to pee, desperate to come, desperate for some kind of relief from the twist of my mouth, the toying of my tongue, the pressure of my suction, and the hypersensitivity I’m making him tolerate for so long.
He’s such a champ. And he’s so strong.
And he wants more of it.
“I’m g-g-going to come,” he warns me, his breath jagged, his voice quaking and urgent.
And then he does.
I swallow it all. Every burst. Every shot. Every drop. I swallow the sweet lusciousness like it’s my birthday, drawing my mouth up and down his cock, but slowly now.
His body still quivers underneath me, the experience made even more sensitive by my continual sucking of his cock even after he’s come all he can.
Finally, I lift my head from his cock, slowly kiss my way up his smooth, supple body, then bring my mouth upon his pink, panting one. I swallow his panting and his awe as I kiss him, letting him taste himself on my lips.
I pull away and get a good look at Trevor, who is all but spent and he’s barely been awake for five minutes. His eyes are full of dreams when he opens them at last to look upon me.
I grin suddenly, proud of myself. “You were saying?”
He chuckles. “What?”
“Your birthday isn’t until …? Tomorrow? Sunday? That may be,” I murmur to him, “but this whole weekend, I plan to give you pleasure from one end of it to the other. And if you’ve studied my career as much as you say you have,” I add, “then you know that I don’t give up until the job is done, and it’s done to perfection.”
He giggles underneath me, then throws his arms around me and wrestles me back down into the sheets. “My turn,” he growls as he starts reaching for my cock.
“Nope.” I pull his hand away. “This is all about your pleasure.”
“But I haven’t reciprocated anything yet,” he says with a pout.
“Oh, you will,” I promise with a devilish smirk, then kiss him, tasting him all over again, a taste I’ll never get used to, a taste I’ll never get enough of.