There was no other word than torture for what Ben had been going through for nearly four weeks. It all started innocently enough with taking Zoe to get her dog at the pound. Darius and Anya had come along and based on the sideways glances Ben and Darius had been getting, word had spread like wildfire that he and Darius were an item. Thankfully no one had said anything outright, but a few people just couldn’t stop staring at them. Several times Ben was tempted to pull out his phone, take a picture and send it to them, if they would just stop looking at them as if they were circus freaks.
Actually, that wasn’t fair. Sure, they stared but not necessarily in a mean way, at least Darius didn’t think so. Ben wasn’t so sure. Either way, he ended feeling like a circus freak, which had him agreeing to the first dog Zoe had picked out. Had he been in his right mind and thinking more clearly, he never would have allowed her to pick out a 10-week-old puppy, or should he say Satan.
There was no other name as far as Ben was concerned. Zoe, on the other hand, picked the name Belle, as if some cute Disney name was going to make the way the dog shredded everything in sight okay. So far Belle had chewed through three of his shoes. Worse none of them were from the same pair. He only had one pair of dress shoes and a pair of sneakers left. He ordered more from his favorite store, but he’d been afraid to even pull them out of the box, instead storing them on the top shelf of his closet for safekeeping.
Each time he got up to check on Belle, Ben found pieces of socks littering the floor. It made finding her easier, but it also meant he’d need to buy more socks. If it had just been shoes and socks Ben would have dealt with it, but anything in reach was fair game and don’t even get him started on the issue of potty training. No matter how many times a day Ben took her out, she still made a mess in the house. It was like Belle waited until he brought her into the house to do her business.
The doorbell rang. Belle ran for the front door, yipping like she thought she was an attack dog. Ben had to admit she was a good watchdog, although exactly what she was going to do if it was a burglar, Ben wasn’t sure. She was a Cocker Spaniel-Pekingese mix, so even when she was full grown she wouldn’t weigh more than twelve pounds.
As he came up to the door he nearly busted out laughing at the sight she made barking her head off with her short tail furiously moving back and forth. Scooping her up he said, “Hush.” He was a little surprised when she did exactly that.
Ben opened the door to his other frustration, Darius. He couldn’t help but smile when seeing the man standing there, clearly laughing at Belle’s antics, looking good enough to eat. Which was the problem. Since Halloween Darius wouldn’t allow them to go any further than kissing. The man insisted they get to know each other better before having sex. At first, Ben thought that was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, but by the end of week two he was over it. Now that they were at the end of week three he was ready to get on his knees and beg the man.
His sexual frustration was at an all-time high. There were times he thought he was going to have a permanent case of blue balls. What was worse, Darius seemed to enjoy making him hard. Ben would have never believed that just kissing could be such a sensual experience but with Darius it was that and so much more.
Just thinking about what those full lips could do to him was enough to make his dick twitch in his jeans. Needing a distraction, he said, “Satan here was ready to tear you apart for daring to ring the doorbell.” After letting Darius in, Ben closed the door. “But don’t worry I’ll protect you.”
Darius reached out to scratch behind Belle’s ears. “You were going get me, huh killer?” Those mocha eyes pinned Ben as Darius leaned closer. “I think I owe you a kiss for saving me.”
Soft lips pressed against his. Ben let out a small moan as Darius deepened the kiss. A little yelp had them jumping apart when they’d nearly crushed Belle between them. Putting the dog down, Ben threw his arms around Darius’ neck to continue their kiss.
His heart quickened as large hands grabbed his hips, pulling him tight against Darius’ hard body. Their cocks slid together, and Ben’s dick ached for relief. The large bulge he was rutting against told him Darius was just as hard. They had another three hours before the girls came home and Ben knew how he wanted to spend the time. He just hoped he could somehow convince Darius.
Lips seared a trail down his neck, leaving Ben panting for more. Darius nipped at his sweet spot where his neck and shoulder met. Tilting his head to give the man more access, Ben’s hands caressed Darius’ smooth, bald head, trying to pull Darius even closer. He was rewarded when Darius pushed him against the door, pinning Ben’s hands above his head and nipping his shoulder once more.
Fuck. Ben’s hips bucked as if that spot was directly connected to his cock. Never had Ben liked to be dominated until now. Maybe he always had but he’d never allowed any of his previous lovers to do it. All he knew was Darius seemed to know how to push all his buttons until he was whimpering for more.
Ben nearly cried out in relief when Darius moved his hands to the button of Ben’s pants. When his fingers wrapped tightly around Ben’s prick, he cried out. It felt so good to finally have Darius’ hands on him once more that Ben almost lost his load right then. The rush of sensation as Darius slowly started jacking him was nearly too much. Spots formed in front of his eyes as Ben did everything he could to hold back from coming too soon. Now that Darius was finally touching him, Ben was going to enjoy every second, even if it killed him.
Warm, wet heat suddenly enveloped his cock. Ben’s eyes flew open as he looked down to see Darius on his knees before him sucking his cock. It was too much. An electric current ran down his spine to explode out of his cock. His vision dimmed as he felt Darius swallowing him down. He sagged against the wall just as his knees started to give out. Darius’ hands pinned his hips to the wall to keep him from falling while he continued to lick Ben clean.
The feel of Darius tucking Ben’s prick back into his pants before zipping him up was a disappointment. Ben had been hoping they would finally have sex, not that he should complain, at least he got a blowjob.
Slowly coming out of his stupor he opened his eyes to find Darius standing there with a satisfied expression on his face. Not that he didn’t have the right after that, but did he have to look so pleased with himself? A quick glance told Ben that Darius was still hard. The need to taste him in return had Ben dropping to his knees. Before he could open Darius’ jeans the man stepped back.
“As much as I would love to feel that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock, this isn’t why I’m here.” Darius’ tone told Ben it was serious, but he couldn’t help pouting at the loss of opportunity to finally have a taste of Darius.
Sighing at his loss, Ben stood back up and waited for Darius to tell him why he was here.
Darius pointed to the couch. “Sit down.”
Ben stared at the man for a moment. It was never a good thing when someone told you to sit down. Ben tried to brace himself for whatever Darius was about to say but there was no way to be prepared for the words that came out of his mouth.