We all live in Benjie's World. I am just here as a messenger of the stories going on in his world where we are fortunate to get a glimpse. It is my job as a daddy and as Benjie's stepdaddy to tell these stories happening to him and those in his orbit. I will also include stories. Which appear to be random and in a world all their own. Because they are. These random ideas coalesce in my brain, so I write them. No matter how short. And I want to share them. Fiction is escapism for me as I am flooded with creativity in the most inopportune of times.But Benjie is always lurking. As am I, his stepdad. I hope what I share is enjoyed.
He longs to run his hands over each of the boy’s firm ass, as they are a testament of their intense labors in this weight room. Their cocks glisten with the spittle from their mouths and the juices freely flowing from each of their cocks.
He would unzip my pants. Take my cock out of my tightie-whities and coax the milky cum from my balls. This is a TRUE STORY. (This is a story outside of Benjie's Stepdad World.)
“I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t do it, we are drawn to our cocks, like a moth to a flame, and usually that burning sensation that a man feels is the cum boiling up in our balls. You know that feelin’ doncha son?” (This is a story outside of Benjie's Stepdad World.)
I look at him. Square in the face. And then to his cock. I must look there again. He is the most blessed man I have ever laid my eyes on of someone of my same age. He looks to be in his thirties, like me.
(This is a story outside of Benjie's Stepdad World. This is true.)
“Release your ass!” Carter demands. The eye that is Evan’s hole winks at him amid the flurry of hairs parted by Carter’s skillful tongue delving in with frenzied fervor. “C’mon. You can take it. You have done so before.” (This is a story outside of Benjie's Stepdad World.)
“Fuckkk! Fuckkk!” he moans, “Go deeper! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Push that cock! All the way, in…uh, uh, uh…yeah…yeah…uhhhh!” (An indirect Benjie’s Stepdad World story.)
He leans up, the sheet falls from his mid-section, revealing his stark nakedness underneath, his thick cock dangles, spent of most of its precious seed from the night’s frantic activities. He hangs in his flaccid 7-inch glory… (An indirect Benjie’s Stepdad World story.)
When you shake another man’s hand, remember, that same hand has gripped his cock, squeezed it, and stroked it. He has run his delicate fingertips over his soft bulbous, blood-infused crown and splattered with drops of his milky-white protein-rich creamy-cum and he has tasted it, and took it to his mouth, too. Yes. You are shaking ’that’ hand.(This is a story outside of the Benjie's Stepdad World.)
This is a chapter, part of it, of a memoir I have been writing of my life for many years now. It does not have any man-to-man sex in what I have submitted. But some did happen between myself and this man. I did not want the sex to be the focus of this chapter. I would like some feedback from the readers. Thank you.
“Your turn.” He says. As he turns the whole of his magnificent body. Unbuckling his dirty jeans and presents me with his ass. (This is a story outside of the Benjie's Stepdad World.)
I can feel him more now. He is stronger. Harder. I know what is approaching. What is coming. And I want it! (This is a story outside of the Benjie's Stepdad World.)
“A good ten-incher in my hole feels so damn good as it jabs away at my soft velvety tender insides.” I continue. (This is a story outside of the Benjie's Stepdad World.)
He turns and I am flashed. His cock is hard. Ramrod steel hard. His fist is gripped tightly around his length. And seems to be growing stiffer as he presents himself wholly to me. (This is a story outside of the Benjie's Stepdad World.)
I slip my shorts all the way down and let them lay on the floor and then I lift my ass slightly off the seat and begin taking my jock down to my toes. Once I lift the cotton mesh pouch from over my cock. It rebounds from being set free and hits just below my belly-button
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” The boy says as I slide my cock all the way in. Deeper and deeper. He bucks his hips. Causing me to ram myself harder into him. (This is a story outside of the Benjie's Stepdad World.)
Each thrust shoot Ethan’s cream, deeper, into the clinched tight hole of Ware’s ass. Then his pullout is fast, beckoning a squeal from Ware’s mouth as Ethan’s cock-crown brushes across and breeches the ass-lips of his clinched hole.
We could barely contain ourselves as we stood at the outside check-in window. Groping and fondling each other up along with some random kisses thrown in for good measure. Those got stares from the female night clerk, not of disgust, mind you. (Not a Benjie's Stepdad World story.)
The hair on his chest, up and down his legs and abdomen, was all he could see along with his childhood friends tightly packaged black bikini brief barely containing his cock inside it.
“No! Patrick! We fucked! We fucked! We fucked like two wild bucks out in the wild!” The old man says. “That man had one the biggest cocks of any man I have ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot’em. I tell ya.”
“They grow’em big where you are from. Don’t they?” We both laugh at the implication of his meaning. “I guess.” I say, not sure if they do or not but what does it matter, I think.
I get up from my chair and walk to my friend. His hand goes straight to my heavily dark furred and cum-laden balls. He cups them like they are some of the reigning Queen’s most precious jewels and the most valuable of things he has ever held in his hand to be cherished.
As they stand in front of Brother Cecil all he can see are these young men’s flourishing cocks. The three darked haired pubes of the so-called ‘triplets’ and the blonde shagginess wrapped around Dangnut’s powerfully extended spear.
“Yes, you do. Rickey. But all men’s cocks are made for fucking. It is what they are there for.” Brother Gerald says. “That and something for a man to play with when he has nothing else to play with.”
As free as Adam was in the luscious green Garden of Eden.” When he finishes his sentence. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans and yanks them down to below his knees. “What happens out here. Boys. Stays out here, Boys. Do you understand? Do you understand?”
I see the sunlight flicker off the blonde hairs that lightly blanket his well-muscled chest. His boxer-shorts are slightly down; his treasure trail region revealing hints of hairy pubes barely out of my eye’s view. Each ripple of his muscles reacts to the others. It is a spectacle that I catch myself admiring.
“You have too. You can go deeper if you do. But that does depend on the size of your cock, too.” He tells me. “You try it again. Show me what a young man like yourself can do. A man has to know how to do these things.”