"Can't Win Them All"- Part 3
By Justin Balancier - email jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Want something to drink, Ben asked
"Do you have any black coffee?
"Sure, I can make it by the cup, replied Benjamin
"Wouldn't have expresso by any chance?
"Yup"
"Good, I'll have that with a biscotti." said Mike
"No biscotti, how about a muffin?" Ben asked
"No, not one of those blueberry things with the crap in it." Said Mike
"This ain't no fuckin restaurant, okay no muffin"
"You got Italian bread – right? – You got a toaster – right?
"Yeah" replied Ben
"Then put some bread in the toaster," Mike said (capisce) and pronounced in English - cah-PEESH
Ben disappeared into the kitchen and returned caring an expresso for Mike, but he wasn't in the living room. He had gone into Ben's bedroom and was lying naked on the bed.
"You don't want expresso." Said Ben
"Yeah, sure I do."
"You want your cock sucked, I know what you want."
"Sure I do," said Mike and pulled Ben next to him.
Ben held Mike's head up and gave him a sip of the coffee; then he took a sip himself and put his mouth on Mike's lips and they shared the coffee like snowballing cum.
Mike rested with his head on the pillow with his muscled warm legs spread open with his cock pointing straight out. It was a marvelous sight and one that Ben could not ignore even if he wanted too.
Ben stripped off his clothes and kneeled naked between his legs fondling his balls and putting his lips around his incredible dick. It was leaking precum, and as it dripped, Ben licked it away. It was sweet and he wanted it, absolutely loved doing what he was doing. Ben was gently holding Mike's nuts and playing with his ass. Mike opened his legs wider and moaned a little when Ben started to run his finger up and down between his solid hard cheeks...
Like magic or maybe from pure instinct, Mike raised his butt higher, so Ben could tongue fuck him; he knew that in this position Ben would go after his ass, and he was right.
Ben spit in his crack and finger fucked him waiting for "NO" from Mike, but he said nothing.
Then it happened:
Ben rubbed his cock up and down against Mike's wet hole waiting for a reaction, but nothing came, so he pushed the head of his dick into Mike and stopped.
"Jesusss, go slow; that fuckin sausage hurts like hell" Mike yelled
"I am going slow, not even moving, just waiting for you to get used to it. It only hurts at first and then it feels great. Trust me, would I lie to you?"
"You would lie to St. Joseph, if you thought you could get under his toga,"
Ben started to giggle a little; "want me to stop?" he asked
"No, I can do this, fuck me, it's what you want, so do it." He said in Italian. It seemed Mike would switch to Italian when saying things that embarrassed him. The words sounded less intimidating hearing them in another language; but maybe not.
Ben pushed a little more, all the time soft talking and caressing his balls trying to be gentle with him.
"It's okay now," Mike said
Ben rose up and put the full force of his junk into Mike's body like drilling for oil. His entire cock disappeared and his nuts were slapping against Mikes ass like a two dollar whore.
"You can go faster," moaned Mike finally enjoying what Ben was doing to him.
"You okay?" asked Ben
"Yeah, keep going - harder"
"Faster too?"
"Yeah, and deeper." Mumbled Mike
A fanabla, (fuck you) you are packed with eight inches of cock and you want deeper? A fanabla, what a puttano (whore). I'll buy you a twelve inch dildo. No, I didn't mean to call you that Mike, sorry," confessed Benjamin fearing he was crossing a delicate line with his best buddy.
Ben put Michael in a different position and fucked him doggy style, but he wanted to go back to a missionary position; and he had a good reason for it.
"I like looking at you plowing me. I can't fuckin believe I am doing this with you, but I like it. I like seeing your hips working. I always fuck, but now I am taking it like a bitch. Okay, all right, fuck it, we do everything like two puttanos (whores)" Madre di dio (mother of god) Mike concluded
Ben didn't cum inside Michael that afternoon. It was different for Mike to get fucked and Ben didn't want him to go home with cum leaking from him. He wanted him to remember the hot feeling and not the mess. Ben had plans for Mike's body, so he was cool and stayed low key.
Ben rested back lying next to Mike and put his hand around his raging cock that needed attention.
In Italian Mike said to Ben. "Your lips puttano, your lips, you know where I want them," and shook his cock in Ben's face.
Ben was skilled at doing this, so it was no effort whatsoever; in a matter of seconds Mike was filling his mouth with Sicilian cream and Ben was getting a meal from his best buddy.
He was so worked up and hot that just touching his dick he shot off at the same time Mike was filling his mouth. It never happened that way before to Ben, and he doubted he could repeat it – but it sure was great.
Mike jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. He liked the gay action but afterwards felt uncomfortable, so he tried to wash it away; yet, he always returned to do it again.
Ben was dressed in only jeans and walking around in the kitchen. The Italian bread was still in the toaster, popped up cold and already drying out. He tossed it in the garbage, just as Mike came back.
"I didn't really want that," he said to Ben, looking at the bread in the trash.
"I didn't think so, that's okay"
"I got what I really wanted" said Mike
"Yeah, ME? Replied Ben
"Yes, that's right, my Benjamento"
"Another expresso?" Asked Ben "Nah, I have to get back. Maria wants to go to her mother's house for a couple of hours, so that's what I have to do."
Mike was gone in a flash and Ben started for another shower, when the phone rang on the number 2 line of his phone.
He kept a special number for his rent boy contacts. When he didn't want to be bothered, he simply turned that number off. Evidentially, he had forgotten to do that.
The caller ID said "Randolph" so Benjamin answered and said, "Hello, Mr. Randolph" - Nick speaking.
Nick was a made up name that Benjamin used with people he didn't know. He went by the name Nicholas. He needed a clandestine Italian sounding name, so He would tell people he was Nick.
Randolph was an older gentleman somewhere around eighty. He lived with another senior fellow about the same age. They traded services with Nick on occasion and he was friends with them. Ben once stripped at a birthday party they had for an old queen called scarlet, who had everything but a hot Italian man. Ben (Nick) was Scarlet's present.
It was quick and easy; all he did was dance, strip and get touched. Nothing to it, and it was actually fun. Yes, he was well compensated for letting the old gent pat his cock like a baby kitten.
"I'm in sort of a predicament", said Randolph.
"And you want me to get you out of this predicament." Said Ben
"Well, I was hoping..."
"Lay it on me Randolph, what's up?"
"Well, it's short notice"
"How short?" asked Ben
"Tonight"
"Damn, can't get much shorter, okay, I'm listening," said Ben
************************* To be continued... Jbalancier9@yahoo.com