Benj Loves My Cream – Part One By Colin DV
My hub, Benj, is hot. 41, 5'10", dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes, large Roman nose, wide generous mouth. And his body... man, broad shoulders, big arms and pecs, firm, soft belly, thick legs, wide firm ass – and hair everywhere. Though he's never played, he looks like he could model for those rugby calendars.
Benj's a total bottom, likes to suck, be sucked, be rimmed, and is generally a "try anything twice"-sorta dude. But I've titled this window into our lives as "Benj Loves My Cream" for a reason. Benj has an oral fetish.
Now, when I say "oral fetish," I don't mean Benj likes to suck dick or loves to suck dick. I love to suck dick. I'm 40 years old and I've been with plenty of guys who love to suck dick. Benj's different – nothing gets him off more than sucking a dick, to completion. Once he has some cum in his belly, all he needs is a tug or two to cum himself. For Benj, cum that's not swallowed straight from the tap is basically a terrible waste. He'd cry over spilt milk – "his cream," he calls it. And licking it up just doesn't cut it. We've been married for almost ten years and I can probably count on both hands the number of times I've nutted anywhere but his mouth or ass. Fortunately, I'm not a guy who loves to cum on faces, etc.
Benj has long known he's unusual. In fact, when we first started dating, he was shy and hid it (side note: Benj's not a shy guy – he's gregarious and outgoing). I mean, I knew early on that he liked giving head – our first date ended with him giving me the most amazing blowjob. When I warned him I was about to blow, he hung on and swallowed.
Now, that wasn't that unusual. I'd been with plenty of guys who liked to swallow. Hey, I like to swallow. So, for me, he was just a guy who gave great head. Even when we started fucking, our dates always included head to completion.
As our dates went into the weeks-stage, Benj slowly pushed for more. After a sleepover, I'd wake up to morning head. Watching some TV together, Benj would shift around to get more comfortable and inevitably end up with his head in my lap. We'd be putting on our jackets next to the door about to go out for dinner or whatever and he'd drop to his knees for some quick head. Looking back now, I can see that he was both testing the waters and putting me through my paces.
See, I'm Black – light brown skin, 6'1", lean so Benj actually weighs more – but not in some fantasy BBC-league. My dick's 6" and thick. A nice dick, if I say so myself, but nothing that's going to make people scream in horror or size-queen delight. Fortunately, despite his oral fixation, Benj's not a size queen. In fact, as I slowly came to find out over those initial weeks, my dick has the three qualities Benj needs for complete sexual contentment.
First, I've always been quick on the recharge. Give me five minutes after cumming, and I'm good for a second or third round. Second, I cum a lot. Doesn't matter if it's the first time, second time or whatever. In fact, we've tested it (for science!) – I don't dry out until I've cum four times close together. I don't know why my body works this way – I swear my balls are not unusually big or anything. I've just always been a big cummer, and I've been cumming this way for a good 25 years now!
Third, and this is subjective, of course, but my cum tastes great. To Benj. He claims it's the best he's ever tasted. Just between you and me, dear reader, I think he's, well, not full of shit, but just a bit self-deluded. He found a guy he really likes outside the bedroom (and who really likes him) who lets him swing on his dick as much as he wants and who also cums a lot. Guys like that don't come along everyday – not even in NYC, where we first met – and so I think his brain translates those factors into uber-cum tastiness. Not that I'm ever going to try to convince him of this, mind you.
So, back to swinging on my dick as much as he wants... well, anyway, after a couple of months dating, when we were on the cusp of "exclusive" territory, Benj made his confession about what he then thought of as his "condition." We laugh about it now, but, unbeknownst to me, he was getting increasingly stressed about it as our relationship showed more potential (and as I passed his dick tests, ha!).
So, one day he tells me how much he needs to blow me. Some confession, eh? You're probably playing a violin for me. But it wasn't all jokes. Benj had been dumped more than once by guys who'd found his fixation to be offputting or exhausting. He'd even discussed it with a therapist, who'd provided various mental exercises to shift his attentions and curb his appetites. As you might've guessed by now, I'm not a guy who was offput or exhausted by it. I told him that I didn't think anything was wrong for him, that he was a total stud, that his therapist's suggestions were unneeded, and that I was the luckiest of men.
And, having gotten over that first relationship hump, things blossomed from there. I typically get head about three times a day. Been together 12 years, married almost 10, and his interest has not waned in the slightest. Fortunately, neither have my dick or balls – so we're all still well-matched.
Though Benj's often desperate to suck my dick (I mean, like, panting desperate), he's actually not submissive. In fact, once he felt confident that I wouldn't get tired of him (as if!), he became rather bossy about it. I initiate much of our sex. And I was not kidding about counting myself as the luckiest of men. If I ever have the slightest hankering for head (and I often do), I just need to give Benj a look and he'll (happily!) drop whatever he's doing and have at it.
But if I don't initiate to Benj's needed frequency, he will insist or be annoyed/pissed at me if I've put him off. And it's a rare morning when I don't wake to Benj's mouth locked on my dick. I swear, he even checks my phone alarm to make sure he wakes up in time to do it. Overnight cum is the best cum, apparently.
All this is not to say that everything is easy between us. Navigating sexual desires between any two adults is bound to have its challenges – especially as years pass and novelties fade. Throwing in Benj's compulsion – even as pleasurable as it is for me – makes it even more so. And though Benj's not submissive, I've learned that he needs a firm hand if I'm also going to get what I want.
Because, my friend, while I'm not a stereotypical BBC- Black, I do fit the stereotype in being a major ass-man. And Benj has a magnificent ass – wide, large, firm, hairy, with the prettiest hole you just want to lick and suck until your jaw aches. Benj's already loyal by nature but his compulsion makes him even more so. He doesn't want to just swallow cum. He wants to swallow my cum. Needs to, in fact. Others' won't cut it (though that's another story). So my dick might as well be the Holy Grail or the Fountain of Youth as far as Benj's concerned.
And back to the firm hand – Benj had to be taught that desires are a two-way street. If he wanted to get access to all my cream, he was going to have to learn to love getting it in both ends.
[Hopefully, you enjoyed this window into my life with Benj. This is my first time writing about it, so if ya liked it, please drop me a note (or some photos, ha): colindv80@yahoo.com. To be continued with tales of how Benj grew from a cum-sucking fiend to a cum-sucking fiend who loves to be bred. I might have mentioned that I cum a lot? Well, seeing my cum dribbling out of his big ass is a thing of beauty. I'm a lucky, lucky man.
-Colin
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