Benj Loves My Cream – Part Two By Colin DV
So, in chapter one, I told you about my amazing, hot husband, Benj, and his "condition." For 12 years now – except for work trips apart and sickness – he's been getting his cream straight from the source, more than daily. I'm a lucky man, but the great thing is he knows he's lucky, too. This chapter is about our starting down the path of getting him to appreciate his luck. By giving his ass, too.
This starts about three months into our dating, a month after Benj had made his confession to me about his oral fetish. I'd started to notice that we were rarely fucking. I say "started to notice" because, honestly, after we shifted to Full Benj-mode my balls were so drained and my mind so cum-sated that it took a while for me to think outside the Benj-mouth-on-my-dick box.
Also, I don't want to give the impression that that period was rote or routine, like Benj was just perpetually on his knees. He wasn't. He liked making out, getting blown, getting rimmed – all so long as it ended with his getting a belly full of cream. In fact, after he sucked me dry, there was little he liked more than for me to quickly finish him off with my mouth or jerk him off with two of my fingers buried deep in his ass. But my dick was not getting in that ass.
After I emerged from that hazy period, I came to become mentally fixated on fucking. I mean, I'm a total top. I've learned that about myself after years of experimentation, etc. Benj's a total bottom. We established this compatibility fairly early in our relationship. And, honestly, I doubt we would've gotten past date three if I thought he wasn't a bottom. On top of that, we'd had our "getting serious" talk. We were exclusive and had been tested. After some years of dating before finding Benj, I was sick of condoms and wanted to plant my seed deep in his magnificent ass.
Benj knew this. Now, I won't say that it was he didn't care, but this is where the fixation thing came in. Remember, Benj doesn't just love giving head. He needs to give it. It's a compulsion. It's mental – and I say that lovingly. So, bottom line, deep down in his core, the idea of me cumming anywhere but down his throat was a waste and a great source of frustration.
At first, I naively thought we'd just fuck as a "round two" or something. I'm quick on the recharge. So I give my man his cream, then rail him while he's all aglow and horny. Easy-peasy. So, one night, I'm sitting on the couch, and Benj's between my legs, wearing nothing but a red jockstrap – that magnificent furry ass perfectly framed. Some blowjobs are long and leisurely. Benj's mouth never gets tired – it's either an anatomical marvel or he's too fixated on his reward to care about mundane things like jaw ache. But this blowjob was a frenzy. Benj was rapid and he'd made his mouth tight so he could yank the cum from me. It was awesome.
I duly came down his throat, and he did his deep, happy whimper thing. And that whimper, man, it's not a sound he makes consciously, but he makes it unfailingly when he's swallowing a load. It makes you feel like a god. Like you just gave ambrosia to some lucky, extremely grateful mortal. Many years later, and I'm still not over it. But I had my plan. After kissing him some, I reached down and felt his hard dick in the pouch of his jockstrap. I maneuvered us both down onto the carpet, with my hand wrapped tightly around it.
Now, based on our sex of the past few months, I would either have jerked him off fast and hard til he filled his pouch, or pulled his dick out and sucked him off. This time though I kept my fist near the base of his dick, only lightly teasing the head. I then moved behind him and dove my face into his big ass. I kissed, lapped, and licked his hole, while he groaned happily and bucked, clearly trying to get the friction from my hand to get off. But I was not cooperating, no.
By this time, I was rock hard again. I extended my body over him, with my hard dick between his cheeks and whispered in his ear: "Let me in, Benj."
Benj didn't say no or anything. Rather, he did this little roll so that we were face-to-face again, kissing, hot and heavy. And then he was kissing me down my chest, clearly making his way down to my dick again. And I got annoyed. "I want to fuck."
This time, Benj mumbled something about not being in the mood, all the while he's still aiming for my dick. And I realized I needed to draw a line in the sand. I just didn't know how to at that moment. So I said, "nope." And I stood up, got dressed and left for my place.
Now, we were already at the point where every day he was either at my place or I was at his, so that was the first night we'd slept apart in over a month. And then we went a day without texting or calling. Benj has an oral fetish, but he's proud, like me. But after a day, he was the first to reach out and apologize. I thought about ignoring him for a bit, but I didn't want to be passive-aggressive. I wanted to be intentional and deliberate.
See, our day apart had given me time, away from the hot-and-heavy and stung pride, to realize that, due to his compulsion, Benj had to be trained up some. Now, Benj's not a horse or a dog. He's a man – a beautiful man who was going to have to adapt. Because, if our relationship was going to work, one of us was going to have to change – either I'd have to learn to embrace being solely a cumshake dispenser or he'd have to learn to get his cream more than one way.
So, for me, it was simple. First, I decided that I did want our relationship to work. Then, second, I acknowledged to myself that I was a selfish enough bastard that I was going to make sure that Benj bent, not me – in every sense of the word. So, I texted him back and said we could hang out again next week.
Sex aside, I knew I would miss him terribly. You know the feeling when you're head first into a new relationship, not at the "L-word" phase, but everything's so heady and wonderful. That was us. But I knew that I had to work with his compulsion, not against it, and that required both cranking up his need and reminding him how good he had it. He was not happy about the "space" – and I know not just because of his cum compulsion as he'd miss me, too – but he accepted it.
On the night of our date, I had us meet at a local diner for dinner. After just experiencing a month of the Full Benj, I knew that he'd be positively trembling after a week of no cum. And I was already confident enough that he wouldn't dare seek it elsewhere. He was loyal and, surprisingly, quite territorial about "his cream." So definitely no meeting at one of our places, since he'd almost certainly jump my bones. And, hell, I'd be tempted to let him – a week ended up feeling like a long time to my dick, too. I was jerking off multiple times a day just to keep my head on straight and to stick to the plan.
So, after a long dinner, and dessert, and a long walk around the neighborhood (I'm evil, I know), I agreed to go back to his place. We were scarce through the door before we were making out and feeling each other up. Benj damn near pushed me onto the bed. He tugged off my jeans and was down on my dick, with all his clothes and shoes still on. (He doesn't wear his shoes around the apartment.)
Honestly, he was more crazed than I was expecting – and I expected him to be pretty crazed. His eyes had this look and he was making all these happy sounds as he sucked me down, pulling off at points to mumble how hot I was and how happy he was that we were together. And I was feeling pretty happy, too. My dick was like – hello, old friend! But I was resolved. And this was the moment.
So I gently grabbed him by the hair and slowly pulled him off my dick and guided him to lap at my balls. He didn't need much guiding – he loves to do it. As he licked, I cupped my balls and said: "What's this?" He panted back: "my cream."
I grabbed him by the chin so he was looking up at me. I stared into his glazed eyes and said firmly, "No, it's my cream. And if you want it, you're going to have to earn it." His eyes focused some and I saw that he understood what I meant. His face then screwed up in irritation and frustration: "You're one to talk. I don't see why you're complaining."
I remained firm and said calmly: "I'm not complaining. I'm telling you how things are going to work here." Benj then stood up and said angrily: "I don't appreciate being pressured into sex."
That stung a bit, but I stayed calm and resolute – we were going to work through this. I grabbed the base of my dick and wagged it a bit. "I'm not pressuring you into anything. I'm just telling you how it is. All sex is give-and-take. If you want me to give you my cream, then you're going to take my dick."
Despite himself, Benj's eyes were more drawn to my dick than to my eyes. He bit his lip and I saw the mental gears turning in his head. He looked me in the eyes and I saw he was about to try some other argument. I cut him off. Looking hard into his eyes, I said: "Benj, I'm not playin'."
Benj held my gaze for a long moment. Then he noisily exhaled and said "fine," and I knew we'd made a breakthrough. He then smiled and leaned down and kissed me: "So can we get back down to business?" He was sexy and adorable – but not to be trusted yet.
Looking into his eyes again, I said: "You can suck me now, but only because you're preparing me for your ass." He rolled his eyes, and as he moved down to my dick, I said: "Say it."
He smirked and said: "I can suck you now, but only because I'm preparing you for my ass."
I leaned back: "Good boy. Have at it." And he did, very very talentedly.
After a short while, I said: "Stop. Get on your hands and knees."
He did. And while all my clothes had been pulled off, he was still fully clothed. He was wearing these form-fitting gray joggers that he knows I love. And no underwear, since he knows I also get a kick out of getting glimpses of his dick print. So, there was his hard, wide ass before me, covered in gray. I rolled down his joggers and, man, it was beautiful.
I was tempted to dive my face in again, but I was too horned up, too impatient. So I just pulled out the vaseline and began working it into his hole with one hand. With my other, I began gently oiling his hard dick.
Benj doesn't need much prep, so I greased my own dick and pressed the head against his asshole. But training needs constant reinforcement. So I asked him: "Whose cream is this?"
He didn't respond, just pushed his ass back a bit. Like I said, proud like me. So I pushed the head in a bit and had to brace myself to keep his greedy ass from sucking me in. And I repeated: "Benj! Whose cream is this?"
He dropped his head to the floor and said, "Your cream."
With that, I let myself sink all the way in. His ass was hot and tight. It had this almost-rough sandpapery feel, enhanced by the slickness of the vaseline. It was amazing. As I began to pump in and out of him, I stroked his back and said: "That's right, my cream." I kissed the back of his neck, then the side of his mouth as we both panted. "And I'm going to give you all the cream you need, my love."
He looked at me out the corner of his eye, and said, "Yeah?" Like he still had some doubts.
I quickened the pace. I knew I wouldn't last long – this wasn't a long fuck. This was a statement fuck. "I promise."
Incredibly, I felt his ass tighten around my dick. "You promise?"
I was close, so close. "I promise. But Benj?"
"Yeah?"
"Where can I put my cream?"
No hesitation. "Wherever you want. Wherever you want."
He kept mumbling that as I finally blew my load. And, fuck, what a big load it was. As I pulled out, my dick was fairly covered in white. I then flipped him onto his back and showed him my spooge-covered dick.
"You see that? All that cream I just shot inside you?" As I said this, I put my fingers into his cream-filled hole and began moving them in and out. His eyes were glassy again and fixed on my creamy dick again. He was panting.
Working my fingers in and out, I took his dick into my mouth and sucked hard. And he shouted, exploding into my mouth. And I sucked him dry.
After cleaning us off some, we laid in bed, and I stroked his stomach. We were both definitely floating. I then let my fingers drift down to his ass, then to his hole. Pressing inside some, I could still feel the dampness. It was dark and I couldn't see, but it felt like my cum was still seeping out his hole. So I whispered in his ear: "You feel that? All my cream inside you?"
And, ya know what? He did his whimper thing.
Hopefully, you enjoyed this window into my life with Benj. This series is my first time writing about it, so if ya liked it, please drop me a note (or some photos, ha): colindv80@yahoo.com. More tales to come. I'm a lucky, lucky man.
-Colin
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