Brian And Benny

Copyrighted 2014 © Jessie Washington

Edited by Jake Hastings

I slid the palm of my hand down my belly and under the waistband of my boxers, letting my fingers play around with my pubes. I love that feeling. My hand moved around my stiffened cock to my ball sack, and I began to roll my balls around with my fingers. I had just awakened in the dark from a dream, and I was trying to recapture it. It hardly ever works. I was pretty sure Brian was in it--that was why my cock was starting to leak a little precum against my boxers. It didn't work this time, either; the dream was gone.

I sighed, dropped my balls, and decided to take a piss. It took a minute, with my cock ready for a different kind of action, and when I got back to my room I slipped my boxers off and dropped into bed. I spread my legs a bit and started to stroke, thinking -- of course -- of Brian

He was gorgeous, and I was just ordinary. I looked down the length of my body and had to admit the last year had had started to make a difference. And, yeah, my pubes were filled in a little more; my cock had started to grow. OK, so at 14 I looked a little more ...ah...sexy than at 13.Who was I kidding?

I'd been watching Brian for a couple of years. His family had moved into the house whose back yard ran into our back yard. He was around 16 now, a junior the high school where I was a freshman -- as of four weeks ago. I had spent a lot of time at my window during the summer, watching him mow the grass and weed in their flower beds over there. From the second floor, I had a great view. And he made it worth waiting for sometimes. He would usually work in cutoffs -- the real short kind. The kind that are maybe just a little too small, that hug your butt. His legs were muscled and tanned. When he kneeled down for the weeds, the muscles in his upper thigh flexed, and the one between my legs did, too.

Best of all, he would usually work with his shirt off. I would get butterfly’s in my tummy when I first caught sight of him sometimes. His blond hair would keep falling into his eyes; he would raise his arm to brush it back, and I could see his bicep. His shoulders were wide, and his chest was hairless. His pecs were well-defined -- but not like a weightlifter or anything. His nipples were the size of quarters sometimes -- bigger than I'd seen on most guys in gym class. But in the heat or breeze they would get small and hard, no bigger than dimes. I could see the center of his nipples pushing out...

OK. So I didn't see all of that. But I could see most of it. Especially when I got my binoculars. That's how I learned to play with my own nipples -- I rubbed them as I looked at his and found I could actually feel it in my cock. I'd stroke my cock watching him through the window. Except for a wet dream, I had cum for the first time watching him.

I was really in sad shape. Friends, yeah I had friends. I'd hang out with some of the guys, but I found myself looking at them differently than I had in grade school. Girls? Never really interested. I was different.

I switched my attention from my wandering mind back to my cock. It felt so sexy to lie there naked, my legs spread apart, one hand slowly stroking my dick and the other playing with a nipple. I just relaxed and went with it. I groaned quietly when that feeling started, and my precum oozed out a little faster. I spread it over my cockhead and down my shaft, stroking faster, pinching my nipple a little harder. It began deep down inside somewhere. I couldn't stop now. My cock throbbed, and I shot. God, it's wonderful. I shot a long rope of cum up into the air, and it landed on my chest just above my nipple. Another shot left a trail down to my belly, another joined it. Two more -- God, I thought I'd cum my guts out! A couple of little ones coated my hand. And I was suddenly drained.

I enjoyed that special "after" feeling, then raised my hand and licked some of my cum. Yeah, that's what I've turned into. Tried it once, liked it, and eat it almost every time now. I smeared some more cum from my chest over my left nipple and worked it around, then I licked that finger. Am I a sorry case, or what?

The very early predawn light was coming through my window. I got up, wiped off the rest of my cum with an old sock, and stood at the window, staring at his house. I wasn't sure which room was his upstairs over there -- or if any of them were, for that matter. But I could imagine him sleeping, naked. Waking pretty soon. Wandering out to the bathroom, his cock enlarged with his morning wood. Standing at the toilet, aiming, letting the stream hit the water.

I had actually seen him piss once. Well, not really. I mean, his back was to me, but I could see the stream hit the ground over there. See, I found a way to get a better look sometimes, but I had to be careful. There is a board fence between our two yards and some bushes at the corner on our side, behind our garage. From there I can't be seen from our house, and there is enough of a space between a couple of the boards that I can see part of his yard. One day, he turned away from me, toward the side of their lawn shed, and started messing with his shorts. They pulled tighter against his round butt, and I realized he was getting his dick out to take a piss. Oh, I wanted him to turn around toward me so bad! He didn't. I could see the stream hit the ground, but that's all. And by that time I had my own dick out, pumping while looking at his tanned back and beautiful butt. By the time he'd finished, I'd covered a couple of the boards on our side with a nice splotch of white cream.

Fuck it. In my dreams! That's the only way anything is ever going to happen for me -- in my dreams.

* * *

It's not that I hate school, because I really don't. In fact, I usually get pretty good grades. But I came from one of four feeder school to my high school, and the place was enormous. I had to walk forever from my locker to my first class. The halls were crowded with everybody rushing around. And worse, I didn't have any class -- not one! -- with kids from my old school. Everybody was a stranger. After a few days I'd found some of my old buds, and I'd sort of met some of the people in my classes. But I still felt overwhelmed. And I absolutely hate having to carry so much stuff around all day!

I was coming out of the library after the last period, with my arms full of all that stuff, and I suddenly hit something and went sprawling, scattering my junk all over the hallway. I heard several people snickering. That's just like me. Embarrass myself right at the beginning of school.

As I began to get up, I felt a hand on my elbow, assisting me. "Hey, dude, I'm sorry. That was totally my fault. Should have been watching where I was going."

As I raised up, I found my face within inches of his. Brian! Those eyes are so blue. The skin is so smooth. The smile, lips open against white teeth...Oh, shit. I stood, looking away, feeling the heat in my face. I can't help it -- I blush sometimes.

"Hey, you okay, man? Here, I'll get some of your books."

And I stood there like an ass watching him pick up my books! I finally woke up and gathered what remained on the floor, putting it all in some kind of pile I could get my arms around. All I could think...I have to get out of here.

I stammered something -- probably something as dumb as I was behaving at the moment -- and turned back down the hall. My God! Face to face...so close I could feel his breath...Then I realized I had a boner. Oh, fuck. I moved my arms down to cover what I could. Of course I had a boner! That close to the guy I fantasized about every night. The guy in my dreams. The guy in my head when I jack off...Fuck, did he see it? My boner? Was there something in my face that gave me away?

After I dropped things off at my locker, I stopped in the restroom, just to be alone a minute and try to calm down. That face so close to mine...And why the fuck did I feel like crying? I'm really messed up.

I hadn't walked more than a block from school when a car pulled up to the curb next to me. "Hey, dude! Let me give you a lift. You're limping a little, aren't you?"

Well, actually, I was, a little. But it was him again. I got those butterfly’s. He was scooted down a little to look at me out of the passenger's window, those eyes looking up at me. I said something about being okay.

"No, listen, I'm really sorry about that. And maybe you shouldn't walk all that way until you're sure you're all right."

All what way? Did he know where I lived?

He answered like he had read my thoughts, "You are the kid who lives behind me, right? Benny, is it? You must be a freshman this year -- guess I thought you were still in middle school. Come on, hop in."

So I did. I held my books over my lap in case I got a hard on again, but I was so flustered I could hardly speak. He was talking about how I'd get used to a new school, some of the better teachers. I could hardly hear him; the blood was rushing around in my head, and there was a roar in my ears. What's going on here?

When I got hold of myself a little better, I said some stuff in response to him. He told me his name was Brian (as if I didn't know).It turned out that out moms had gotten to know each other somehow, and that was how he'd learned my name.

"Look," he said, as we pulled up in front of my house. "You're no little kid anymore -- I mean, you're not in the grades. I mean, since you're in high school now, and we're actually neighbors, maybe you'd like to hang out a little."

"Well, yeah," I said. "That would be okay. What I mean is, sure, I'd like to."

"I could probably help you get to know school a little better -- you know, where things are, how things operate, all that."

"I'd like that," I said. At least I was able to speak normally now. And this was nice. Sitting next to him, listening to his voice, responding to that smile, watching him move as he spoke. "Yeah, that would be great."

" I just got some new CDs, haven't even listened to them yet. You want to come over for a little? My folks won't be home until they get off work, and we can just hang out for a while."

"Okay, sure," I said.

"I gotta do a couple of things when I get home... Why don't you come over in about a half hour?"

I agreed. And I walked into the house still unable to believe Brian was speaking to me like we'd been friends for years, like I was somebody. I changed into some jeans and a T and just sat on the edge of the bed, marking time until 30 minutes had passed. I was behaving like a grade school kid, right? But I'm a high scholar now. And one of the best-looking guys in the whole school had just invited me to come over for a while. I thought the minute hand on the clock would never mark off that 30th minute!

When I knocked on his front door, he opened it and gave me that million-dollar smile, like I was somebody he was really glad to see. "Hey, Benny, come on in. Want a soda? Let's go up to my room and find those CDs."

I followed him to the kitchen, got my soda, and followed him up the stairs. My eyes were glued to his ass right in front of me. I can't get a hard on now! I just can't!

I was surprised at how big his room was, but then, their house was bigger than ours. He had a great setup - TV, DVD, CD player, and a whole shelf of Play Station. He sat on the chair at his computer desk, and I sat on the edge of his bed. And we just chatted for a while. Just real relaxed and casual. I was really doing okay with this.

We'd been talking about chores we have to do at home, and he mentioned mowing the lawn and weeding his mother's flower beds. A picture of him working in the sun flashed into my mind, and there was a definite twitch in my pants. I glanced out his window into his back yard and saw the window to my own room in the distance. His room did face mine, after all. Then I felt that heat in my face -- another damn blush. I glanced at him. He'd been looking out the window, too. Why?

"You know, Benny, when the sun is just right, it reflects off things. Know what I mean?"

I gave him a dumb "Huh?"

"Well, you've been a little kid for a year or so, since we've moved in. I mean, that's the way I saw you at first, the little kid next door. "He paused. "But you're not a little kid anymore. I remember the way I changed a few years ago, what I was thinking, what I did."

I was getting a little uncomfortable. I wasn't sure where this was going.

"What I'm trying to say is...See, I understand. I did the same things. I mean, not looking out of windows..."

Oh, my God!

"...but watching guys. I couldn't help it, I just did. Benny, I know you've been watching me some; I'm trying to say that it's okay."

"You know? You saw me? Oh fuck, oh, no..."

"Take it easy, Benny. I said it's okay. I've already told you, I did the same things. I looked at guys at school, watched guys at the mall. I tell you, when there's a close up of a good-looking guy in a movie, I get a woodie in no time!"

"You know? But, I didn't mean...I didn't want to...I couldn't help it..."

"That's what I'm saying, Benny." His was speaking a little more quietly now. He sat his soda down and turned to face me more directly. "You couldn't help it, just like I couldn't help it. You like guys, Benny. You like guys, just like I do. The thing to do is to be able to say it, Benny. Be able to tell yourself you know who you are."

I had never heard words like these. He was like me, and he was telling me it's okay.

"I'm gay, Benny. You're gay, too, aren't you?"

I could only nod my head slowly.

"And when I knew that you were watching me from your window, it was a turn on for me, Benny. I was showing off, I guess. And I liked it. I liked knowing that you liked looking."

It was slowly percolating through my brain. He -- out there in those shorts, out there with no shirt on, out there moving and flexing and turning -- knew I was watching. He was showing off. For me.

"It's okay, Benny, "he said more quietly. "Look, think about it. I'll be right back. "He went into the bathroom -- he had his own bathroom -- and closed the door.

I sat there, on his bed, in that silence, and thought of all those times I had been at my window, the binoculars, the jacking off, the dreams. I remembered it all, remembered how I felt. And my dick began to respond.

The bathroom door opened, and he stepped back into the room. He was wearing only those shorts -- nothing more. Those shorts that he wore when he worked outside. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. As he stepped further into the room, my eyes locked on his for a moment, then slowly moved down and across his shoulders, to his chest, his narrow waist. Those shorts. The crotch. The bulge. He was hard.

"It's okay, Benny," he said, even more quietly. "I like you looking at me. I like knowing what happens to you. Your cock is hard, I can tell. "He slowly turned completely around, showing me his body from every angle. Every curve. He stepped closer to me. "It's okay, Benny. I want it, too."

He reached for my hand -- his touch was like a jolt going through me. He helped me stand, pulled me closer to him, placed my hand on his chest, slowly moved my hand over his pecs, his nipples. My cock was so hard it hurt.

"Touch me, Benny. Nobody ever has, you know? Nobody. And I want this as much as you do."

He dropped his hand, and I moved my hand over his chest. I placed my other hand on his side, moving it over to feel his hard abs. He reached for that hand and placed it over the huge bulge in his shorts. My God, he was so big. So hard.

He took my hands and raised them high above me, then reached down and quickly pulled my T-shirt over my head. His hand brushed my nipple, and I gasped at the sudden pleasure.

"Kick off your shoes, Benny," he said, so quietly I could hardly hear him.

Then he pulled me to him and held me tightly against his chest. I put my arms around him. It was like a dream that was real. I could feel his hot chest against me, his hardness pushing against my crotch. I moved against him, and he pressed his hips more tightly against mine. My hands roamed over his back, copying the movement of his hands. When he reached down and cupped my ass, I did the same to his. That beautiful butt -- in my hands.

He gently moved away, then unfastened my belt and pushed my jeans down. I kicked them off. I was standing in front of this gorgeous boy in nothing but my boxers, and they were tenting out so much I could feel them pulling against my ass. Then he suddenly put his thumbs in the waistband and pulled, and my boxers fell to my ankles. I was naked in front of another boy for the first time in my life, and he was the boy I'd had in my dreams. My cock was jutting upward, as if it were reaching for his beautiful body.

Without a word, he quickly dropped his shorts, and he was naked. The butterfly’s. Oh, so beautiful. A cock springing up, hard, thick, longer than mine. It was pointing at me, a drop of precum at the hole, asking me to accept it. His balls. Smooth, like the rest of his body, but in a dark sac, and hanging low.

We stood there touching each other with only our eyes. And then I could take it no longer. This was my dream come true, and I would follow through. I dropped to my knees in front of him and licked the precum from his cockhead. So smooth. My tongue returned for more, and I smoothed it around his cockhead, feeling that incredible heat against my tongue. I need it so much. I opened my lips and took his cockhead into my mouth, my tongue gently moving around it. I was dizzy with delight, with pleasure, with the satisfaction of seeing, tasting what he was offering me. My hand went to his ball sack, and he moaned when I rolled his balls around with my fingers.

"I don't want to cum," he whispered, "not yet." He pulled me up and put his arms around me again. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath. He kissed me on my lips, and I accepted his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues explored as our hands continued to move over one another's back. His taste was so heady. His whole body was pressed against mine, and I could feel my cock rubbing precum over his belly.

"The bed. "We moved back to his bed and lay on it, our arms still around each other. He pulled his face from mine and began little kisses and licks along my neck, across my shoulders, down my chest. When he came to my nipple, he licked around and over it, then sucked it in against his teeth. I gasped and pressed my chest against his lips. His tongue worked it's way down to my pubes. I could feel his nose, his breath, moving them. His tongue licked down and around to that warm place where my ball sack joins my legs, then underneath the sac. I realized I was moaning and almost whimpering for more of his touch down there.

I suddenly felt my right ball engulfed in his hot, wet mouth, and he gently sucked and licked it. Never, never had I felt anything like it. Then my left ball. I didn't know how much more I could take, but I wanted more. Then his tongue licked up the underside of my cock shaft. I was actually trembling. He took my cockhead into his mouth, tightened his lips, and slid down a few inches. He drew back, sucking, then pressed downward. I could hardly breathe. When he pulled his tight lips up to my cockhead again and before I was aware it would happen, I exploded.

"Aaaaah.....aaaaaa." No control. He kept sucking. Again, "Aaaaaaaaaa...briiiiiiian..."

Three? Four? I don't remember. I couldn't tell. I shot so much cum into his hot mouth, I could feel his throat moving as he swallowed it, then swallowed more. Again? "Uuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

I was spent. I felt like I weighed a thousand pounds. I couldn't move, didn't want to. Brian continued to suck gently, pulling the last of my cum from my cock lips. I whimpered. I trembled again. He let my cock drop from his lips and moved up against me, holding me tightly to him.

"It's wonderful, "he said, almost singing it in my ear. "You are delicious. I loved it. "His lips were still moving as he kissed me. And I opened my lips to taste my cum in his mouth.

Have I ever been happier than at that moment of tenderness and exhaustion?

He moved to my side, still with his arm around me, and I placed my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. I couldn't help the wetness in my eyes.

"It was beautiful, Benny. And now, when you're ready, I'm here for you. Everything you thought about. Everything in your dreams. Everything you imagined. I'm here for you, Benny."

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Will this be continued? I don't honestly know. I had intended to write something completely, but it seems there was so much going on for Brian and Benny, it was getting a little long. So I'll stop here. I would appreciate hearing from anyone who has comments, suggestions, or whatever.

The End

Copyrighted 2014 © Jessie Washington