Big Ben By Robcub32 From Literotica free porn video

"Benji! Get your fuckin' ass in here," Mr. Boothe shouted from his office.

Mr. Booth was yelling for me again.

My name is Ben, short for Benjamin. Benjamin Carter. I'm 24 years old. I have blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm pretty short at only 5'7" and a little bit too skinny. I don't think I'm anything special to look at. I'm painfully shy and I'm not the most manly of guys, and being gay doesn't help, especially given my work environment.

I've worked at Ace's Trucking and Storage Company for the past five years. I started out as a shipping clerk on the dock, then got promoted to dispatcher two years ago. Because there was already a Big Ben and a Little Ben working here when I started, I got the unfortunate luck of being called Benji.

We have a huge storage warehouse that companies rent for overflow inventory. We have a group of drivers that make those transfers throughout the day, plus a handful of warehouse workers that drive pallet jacks and load and unload trucks. Most of our routes are local to the surrounding counties, but we do have the occasional long haul. As a dispatcher, I help plan the transfers and routes for the truck drivers.

One of the truckers that used to work here knew my dad. Dad was not the most supportive of me, to put it mildly. Unfortunately, he told my co-worker I was a 'fag'. It did not take long for it spread all over the company.

All of my co-workers ignore me for the most part. I don't mind it too much, since I have always been a loner.

Upon hearing Mr. Boothe yelling for me, the other dispatcher, Mona, looked at me and shrugged. Mona was a 40-something single lady who dressed like she was in her twenties. Not that she wasn't good looking. She had a nice figure and was pretty, but she gave off that cougar vibe. She was dating one of the young truckers, a guy in his late twenties.

I got up from my desk and walked into Mr. Boothe's office.

Mr. Boothe was a handsome man in his forties. I've always had a little bit on an attraction to older guys, and Mr. Booth was undeniably hot. He had hazel eyes, brown thinning hair with a goatee and moustache. He was built big, with a little bit of a pot belly. Unfortunately, his personality was so repulsive that it negated any hotness or attraction that I could have felt for him. He was mean and homophobic and he scared the crap out of me.

"Y-y-yes, sir?" I stammered as I stepped in front of his desk.

"You fucked up Chuck's route," he groused.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Yeah, you're sorry. Now apologize. Christ, you are fucking worthless. Get the fuck out of my office!"

Mr. Boothe threw the route sheets at me. I picked them up and returned to my desk. I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to figure out what I did wrong on Chuck's route.

I knew I wasn't the smartest guy, but I thought I did a good job. The manager before Mr. Boothe always told me I did a great job. He said I was the best dispatcher he knew and that I knew the business and the routes like the back of my hand. He was always kind and supportive. Unfortunately, he quit for a better job out of state and they promoted Boothe. Boothe was always so mean to me and I couldn't help but get nervous and flustered around him, which only made it worse.

I looked over the route papers and I found the mistake and corrected it in the computer system. It was a minor mistake and it only took him off route by a few miles. I don't think it deserved the treatment I got.

As lunch time came around, I picked up my brown lunchbag and the paperback book I was reading and walked to the break room.

"Don't let him get to you, Benji," Mona said as we walked down the hall. "But you know he's going through a divorce, so maybe cut him some slack."

'Yeah, sure. He doesn't cuss YOU out on a daily basis,' I thought.

I simply sighed. "I guess..."

Mona joined her boyfriend and the two of them sat next to each other and snuggled up together.

I sat at my customary table in the back corner, by myself. As always.

As I pulled out my peanut butter sandwich and slowly ate, a handful of drivers and warehouse guys came in for their lunch break. I listened to their loud conversations as I ate my sandwich. I was still a little hungry when I finished. Maybe I would get something from the machine. I looked in my wallet to see how much I had left for the week. Eight dollars. I decided to save my money. It was only Tuesday and I had to make it last until Friday.

I folded up my paper bag and put it in my back pocket to reuse. I picked up my book and started reading where I left off.

I was lost in my book when I heard the clunk of cowboy boots entering the room. I looked up to see Big Ben strutting in. He sat down by himself as usual and pulled out his lunch from a plastic grocery store bag and quickly dug in.

Even though Little Ben quit long ago, everyone still called him Big Ben, at least they did so behind his back. Ben's nickname was well deserved. He was indeed big. He was like an ogre. He was 6'6" tall and muscular, but not muscular like a body builder, but built big and thick and brawny. I'd guess he was in his early thirties. Ben was rugged and not what I would call handsome. Okay, he was downright ugly. He had big bullish neck, a squarish jaw and a crooked nose that must have been broken more than once. His bottom teeth were pretty crooked as well. He had a scar in his left eyebrow. He had dark auburn red hair cut into a 'high and tight' military fashion. He usually had a few days of beard growth because he didn't shave regularly. Ben also had a sweat problem when it was hot. The armpits of his shirts would always be stained with sweat and I could smell his BO when he'd come near. It was kind of gross, but I actually felt bad for him. He was quiet and kept to himself. He almost seemed shy. He always had a scowl on his ugly mug that made him look scary and unapproachable.

I always did his routes, so I would see him at my desk nearly every day. Unlike all of the other macho assholes that worked here, and despite his scowling appearance, he was actually kind of nice to me. The scowl would disappear when we made small talk at my desk and his voice would be quieter, though still deep and rumbling. I sometimes wondered if his gruff demeanor was an act to keep people away.

I glanced over at him and he was lost in thought, chewing his sub sandwich. I smiled to myself and tried not to giggle when I saw the blob of mustard on his chin. He was a messy eater. I returned to my book with a smile on my face.

***

A couple of days later, Mr. Boothe asked me to work late. I didn't have anything better to do, other than sit in my cold apartment alone. And I sure could use the overtime.

Everyone had gone by 5:00 and I was sitting at my desk working on new customer data when Mr. Boothe yelled for me to get him a cup of coffee. I went to the break room and grabbed a styrofoam cup. The coffee seemed really old, so I dumped it and made a new pot.

I brought the cup to Mr. Boothe and set it on his desk. Mr. Boothe had pulled off his tie and unbuttoned a couple of his shirt buttons. The thick brown hair on his chest was on display and I couldn't help but look.

It reminded me of the only guy I had ever gone all the way with, Dan. Dan was one of Dad's poker buddies. He seduced me and became my first (and only) lover. I believed him when he said he cared about me. After several months, I discovered that I was not his only 'boy toy' as he called me. When I confronted him, I was in tears. He laughed at me. He was cruel and selfish. I was devastated and vowed never to see him ever again.

"What the fuck took you so long?" Mr. Boothe snapped, waking me from my day dream.

"S-s-sorry," I stammered. "I had to make a fresh pot."

"I don't fuckin' care. Quit making excuses. You're as bad as my god damned soon-to-be ex-wife."

"I'm doing the best that I can, Mr. Boothe," I whimpered.

Mr. Boothe stood up and slapped me across the face. I gasped and stepped back in shock, tears falling from my face.

"Don't back talk me, boy. You're gonna start crying now? Fucking faggot."

"I-I-I... I'm trying. Honest."

"I am so fucking sick of you. You can't fucking do anything right. But I'll bet you know how to suck cock, don't you? Yeah. You're gonna suck my cock right now, bitch."

Mr. Boothe grabbed the back of my hair and pulled. I yelped in pain, trying to grab at his arm. He yanked me down to my knees, holding me in place while he undid his pants with the other hand.

"Mr. Boothe, please," I begged and cried. "You're hurting me!"

He pulled out his hard dick. He was about 5 inches long and pretty thick. I gasped and tried to back away.

"No, I don't want to!" I cried.

"You'll fucking do it if you want to keep your job," he spat.

An evil grin spread across his face and he added in quiet menacing voice, "And don't even think of telling anyone. No one will believe you if you try to tell."

He gripped my head tight and rubbed his dripping cock all over my face. I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on my hair and I cried out. He shoved his cock into my mouth and grabbed my head with both of his hands and mercilessly pumped in and out of my mouth.

"Suck it, bitch!"

Tears ran down my cheeks as I did as he asked. I steadied myself with my hands on his thighs and I sucked him. A few minutes later he was grunting and groaning.

"I'm gonna fucking come in your mouth, cocksucker! Ah, fuck!"

He grabbed my head and held tight as he spurt a huge load of come into my mouth. I choked and had no choice but to swallow it, though some of it dripped down onto my chin.

When he finished, he roughly pushed me away, knocking me flat onto my back. He looked down at me with a smirk as he put himself away and zipped up his pants.

"Well, at least now I know you're actually good at something. But I don't think I can put that on your performance review," he chuckled. "Now get the fuck out of here."

I choked back a sob and got up and ran out of the office to the bathroom. I washed my face and then grabbed my jacket and hurried down to the bus stop. It was a cold spring day in April and it was raining of course. I stood in the cold rain, huddling my arms around myself. At least with the rain pouring down on my head, it would disguise the tears that poured from my eyes.

When the bus arrived at my stop, I quickly walked down the block to my tiny apartment. I lived in the old downtown area. My apartment was one of the two small apartments above an old Italian deli. The deli owner was also my landlord. He didn't seem to like me very much. Or maybe he was just crabby. I don't know. I didn't care. It was about the only place I could afford on what I made at work and it was close to the bus route.

***

If I was scared and nervous around Mr. Boothe before, I was absolutely terrified of him now. I would scurry out of his way when he came near. When he spoke, I would practically jump out of my skin.

I kept to myself even more after that, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

He seemed to be ignoring me for the most part, and I was glad for that. He would still yell and berate me daily, but he didn't make any physical moves towards me.

Until about a week later. He had been on the phone all morning arguing loudly with his wife and lawyers about the divorce.

Towards the end of the day, I got a call for an emergency inventory transfer. I printed out the pack list and the order and headed back to the trucker's lounge. I was happy to get the break and get up from my desk and walk around.

I stepped into the lounge and gave the paperwork to one of the truckers.

I was explaining to him that it needed to go to their warehouse before the end of the day, when Mr. Boothe stomped in. He glared at me. "Benji! My office. Now!"

The truckers started snickering. I saw the hungry look in Mr. Boothe's eyes and I started shaking. He stormed over to me and grabbed me by the arm and jerked me and pushed me towards the door.

"I said fucking now," he grumbled.

I caught Big Ben's eyes as I hurried past. He furrowed his brow and frowned and I quickly looked away.

Mr. Boothe shut the door to his office and locked it after pushing me inside. I backed away from him into the corner. He walked up to me, unzipping his pants. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed hard, pushing me to my knees.

"On your knees, bitch," he husked. "You know what to do."

I hesitated and he lifted his hand like he was going to hit me.

"Open your fucking mouth!" he growled through closed teeth.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as he shoved his hard cock into me. I wanted to get it over with as quick as possible, so I sucked hard and started moving my head. He grabbed my head and quietly grunted as he held my head tight and fucked my mouth until he came. Only after I swallowed did he let go.

"Get the fuck out," he said as he stepped back and put himself away.

I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with my sleeve and ran to the door. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't turn or open.

"It's fucking locked," Mr. Boothe grumbled. "Jesus Christ, are you fucking retarded?"

I unlocked the door and hurried to the bathroom and shut myself into a stall and quietly sobbed. After I got myself under control, I rinsed my face in the sink. My eyes were bloodshot and my cheeks were red and I looked awful. I dried my face with a paper towel, then blew my nose. As I pushed open the door to the bathroom, I bumped into Ben.

He grabbed my arm with his meaty paw and I flinched. I couldn't look him in the face.

"You okay?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," I replied hoarsely and hurried back to my desk.

I sat at my desk on the verge of tears for the rest of the day. I kept my eye on the clock praying for 4:30 to come around so that I could go home and crawl into bed.

***

The next Monday at lunch, I sat quietly at my table in the back. It was just after payday, so over the weekend I was able to buy some bologna and cheese slices, as well as a bunch of bananas.

I slowly ate my sandwich, while praying that Mr. Boothe would leave me alone for the rest of the day. I heard him arguing with his wife on the phone about the divorce and I knew he would be in a really grumpy mood. The thought of him wanting me to... service... him again brought tears to my eyes.

I looked up and saw Ben watching me as he ate what looked to be leftover stew out of a tupperware container. I looked down at my sandwich and finished the last bite. I peeled back the banana and was eating it when I heard from the next table.

"Carl. Check out Benji," Chuck laughed.

"Hey, Benji," Carl shouted. "When you're done going down on that banana, I got something bigger here for ya."

Carl grabbed his crotch and squeezed it a couple times. Carl, Chuck and all of the other truckers started laughing at me. My lower lip quivered and I tried to hold in the tears. I hated that I was such a wimp, that I let him get to me like that.

I heard a chair push back and looked up to see Ben walk over to Carl and punch him across the jaw, knocking Carl onto the floor.

Carl looked up at him, rubbing his jaw. "What the fuck, man!"

Ben stood over him and growled, "Pick on someone your own size, or better yet, just keep your fucking mouth shut."

Everyone stared with jaws dropped to the floor. Ben calmly turned around and sat back down at his table. Carl got up and looked around. No one made a move to back him up or help him. They just stared at him. He spat blood on the floor, wiped his chin, then stormed out of the break room.

I looked over at Ben and gave him a shy smile. He gave me a shy smile back, then returned to eating his lunch.

I watched him for another moment. When he had smiled at me just now, he wasn't so bad looking. I don't recall ever seeing him actually smile before. I also noticed for the first time that his eyes were a bright green. His eyes cut over at me and he caught me looking. I blushed and looked down.

That afternoon, he came by my desk to get his next assignment. Ben was one of the very few truckers that did our occasional long hauls.

I gave Ben his paperwork and smiled at him. "Thanks, Ben... For what you did earlier."

I received a shock when he actually smiled back at me.

"You're welcome, Benji," he said. "If any of these guys gives you trouble, you let me know."

Yes, he wasn't so bad looking when he smiled. I watched him walk down the hall away from my desk, his cowboy boots clunking loudly on the floor. He had a nice bubble butt in his tight jeans. As he turned the corner, I saw his head turning back towards me and I quickly looked away before he could catch me.

***

Ben wouldn't be back in the office until Friday afternoon and I was a little bit worried that Carl would try to get back at me at lunch time. Luckily, no one bothered me the rest of the week. They ignored me like usual.

As 4:30 approached Friday afternoon, I was getting ready to go home, when Mr. Boothe walked up to my desk. "You're working late tonight," he growled quietly.

"P-p-please, Mr. Boothe... I don't--"

He cut me off with an angry finger in my face, then turned around and walked back into his office.

I sat at my desk shaking in fear. I wanted to get up and run out, but I needed my job. I knew I wouldn't be able to find anything that paid as well, not without a college degree. I was barely getting by as it was. I thought about telling someone what he did to me, but I didn't want everyone to know. The thought of the police and an investigation made me physically sick to my stomach.

By 4:45, everyone was gone home for the weekend.

"Get in here, boy!" Boothe yelled from his office.

I walked into the office and he told me to shut the door and lock it. I stood at the door shaking on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Get over here," he demanded.

I reluctantly walked over to his desk. When he stood up, his pants were already undone and his hard-on was already out. There was a straight porn mag on the desk flipped open to a buff guy fucking a girl up the butt. He opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a tube of KY and a condom. I gasped and looked at him with pure terror on my face.

I shook my head, "No, please, Mr. Boothe."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me behind his desk.

"No, I won't do it!"

He hauled back and slapped me hard across the face so hard it stunned me. He slapped me again, then bent me over the desk. Papers spilled all over the floor as he yanked my pants down and exposed my butt to him.

"No, please, I'll suck it for you. I promise I'll do it good," I quietly begged with tears running down my face.

"Shut the fuck up, you little faggot. I need to fuck. This is the only thing you're good for and you're gonna give it up if you wanna keep your job."

Mr. Boothe tore open the condom wrapper, then smeared the cold jelly onto my butt crack and I started sobbing.

"Yeah, boy, I like to hear you cry and beg."

"No, please don't do this."

I tried to struggle and get away from him, but he held me down with one hand while I heard the other slicking up his hard cock with the jelly.

"No!" I cried out. I tried to reach back and hit or kick him, but I couldn't make contact. He yanked my hair and pulled my head back towards him. He smacked my face, then the back of my head.

With a grunt, he shoved his dick all the way into me. I screamed in pain. He grabbed a rag from his desk and shoved it into my mouth. I wailed and sobbed into the rag as he ravaged my ass.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted. "You're gonna make me come."

Fortunately, he didn't last very long. He suddenly pulled out and pushed me to the floor onto my knees. He pulled the condom off and tossed it aside. He gripped the hair on the top of my head with his left hand as his right hand flew up and down his slickened shaft. With a loud roar, he jerked my head back and shoved his bone into my mouth as he exploded. I coughed and gagged as the first blast hit the back of my throat.


When he finished, he shoved me away, knocking me to the floor.

"You've got a good ass," he said as he stuffed his slimy cock into his pants and zipped up. "I'm gonna have to keep you around. Make you my bitch."

He bent down and put his mouth to my ear, while tightening his hand around my neck. "You tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. Now get the fuck out of here."

I struggled to stand up and pull my pants up. Tears fell unchecked from my eyes and I whimpered in pain. I hurried to the door as fast as I could and unlocked it. I sobbed as I ran towards the bathroom. As I turned the corner, I ran smack into Ben. I gasped in surprise and tried to get around him. He gripped my shoulders tightly, holding me in place and looked at me with concern.

"Benji? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing! Please, let me go."

"You're crying. Your face... Did someone hit you? Your face is all red."

He wiped his hand across my chin and pulled his hand back. I gasped in horror when I saw he had semen all over his hand. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped and he quickly wiped his hand on his jeans.

Mr. Boothe shouted from down the hall, "Benji! Before you take your faggot ass home, clean this fucking mess you made in my office."

Ben looked at me and I knew instantly that he realized that I had had sex with Mr. Boothe. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

My eyes widened and I shook my head violently and grabbed a fist full of his shirt sleeve. "Oh god, oh no. Ben, please. Please, don't tell anyone. I can't lose my job!"

Ben's eyes darkened with rage and his chest heaved. "Did he r..."

Ben let out a deep breath. "Get your coat and wait outside," he said firmly.

He stormed past me and I ran and got my coat and hurried outside. I saw my bus turn the corner and I ran as fast as I could to get to the bus stop before it arrived.

Once I got home, I went right to the bathroom and pulled all of my clothes off and climbed into the shower as hot as I could stand it. I curled up in the corner and cried until the water ran cold.

As I got ready for bed, I decided that I would have to find another job. I just couldn't work there anymore with Mr. Boothe.

***

When I got to work Monday morning just before 7:00, Mr. Boothe wasn't in yet. I sat down at my desk and put my lunch in my drawer. I booted up my computer and tapped my foot nervously.

I opened my email and responded to a couple of customer inquiries. I looked up when I heard Mr. Booth unlocking his office door. He looked like hell. He had a black eye, a bandaged cheek, a split lip as well as a nasal splint over his obviously broken and swollen nose.

He made eye contact with me, then quickly looked away and disappeared into his office, shutting the door behind him.

I had just printed out my routes and manifests for the morning when I heard the clunk of cowboy boots behind me. I swiveled around in my chair to see Ben walking down the hall towards my cubicle.

"You okay?" he asked quietly. "Where did you go Friday night?"

"I'm okay. My bus was coming, so I went home."

"Oh. Well, I was... um... worried you were... uh... hurt," he said as he looked down at his feet.

"I just saw Mr. Boothe. He looked... hurt."

"He won't be bothering you again. If he does, you come tell me right away. I'll take care of it."

My eyes filled with tears and I smiled at him warmly. "Thank you, Ben," I whispered.

He looked uncomfortable and nervous. He gave me a shy smile and cleared his throat and nodded. I gave him his paperwork and he left.

Mr. Boothe completely ignored me all morning. In fact, he didn't come out of his office at all. It was the calmest, most productive day I've had at work in a really long time.

At lunch time, I went to the break room with my brown bag and book and sat down at my table. I pulled out an apple and a cheese sandwich. Well, if you can call those orange squares that come individually wrapped 'cheese'.

As I ate my lunch, I could hear people quietly gossiping about Mr. Boothe and what they thought happened to him. No one seemed to really know what happened and I was thankful for that. I would die if anyone found out.

I was about halfway through my sandwich when I heard the clopping of cowboy boots. I knew before I looked up that it was Ben. He sat down alone at his usual table and pulled a big homemade sub sandwich out of his plastic grocery bag.

I returned to my own lunch, popping the last of the cheese sandwich into my mouth, when I heard a rustling noise in front of me. I looked up to see Ben setting his stuff down at my table across from me. He pulled a plastic knife out of his bag and cut his huge sub sandwich in half. He cut one of those in half and set it on a napkin in front of me. I looked at him questioningly. He licked his fingers, then got up and went to the soda machine and got two Cokes and returned to the table. He sat down and put one of the cans in front of me and popped the other one and took a drink.

He took a big bite of his sandwich and looked at me. "Eat up," he said while chewing with his mouth full.

I smiled at him and picked up the sandwich he had given me and took a bite. It was piled high with a lot of meat and it was really good. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for me in a really long time and it made me feel good. I took a deep breath and took another bite. I looked up at him and started grinning really big. He had mustard and mayo in the cleft of his chin. I giggled softly and pointed to my chin. He looked at me confused for a second, then wiped his chin with his fingers. He looked at the white and yellow mess, then licked his fingers clean and grinned back at me and laughed lightly.

I looked at Ben in a whole new light. Big Ben wasn't so ugly when he smiled and laughed. In fact, he was quite handsome to me. When he laughed, his face softened. And those little imperfections gave his face character.

I took the opportunity to look over the rest of him. He was wearing a flannel button-down shirt, the top three buttons were undone and he wore a white 'wife-beater' tank top undershirt underneath. I could see curly auburn hair spilling out over the top of his tank top and I wondered what it would feel like to touch it.

I was feeling attracted to Ben, both emotionally and physically. He was nice to me when no one else cared. He stood up for me and I felt safe around him.

I opened the Coke he bought me and took a drink. It had been a while since I had a soda and it was really sweet, but bubbly and good. I took another drink and gave Ben a little smile.

I finished up my little piece of his sub as he was finishing his.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "That was really nice of you."

"You're welcome. You eat like a bird. I don't know how you can survive."

"Well, I'm not quite as big as you," I said with a smile and that made him laugh, which made me feel really good.

I looked at the clock and reluctantly had to go back to work. I told Ben thanks again and took care of my trash. I gave him a shy wave and smile as I left.

Sitting at my desk, I had a big grin on my face the rest of the work day.

***

Ben and I ate lunch together on Tuesday and Wednesday as well. Both days, he gave me a little piece of what he was eating. By Wednesday, we were talking more during lunch and opening up more to each other. By now I was absolutely sure that he was gay and I was pretty sure that he was attracted to me, but I quickly realized that he was almost as shy as I was.

Wednesday afternoon, he had to go on a long haul. I thought about sending Carl instead, but I realized that wouldn't be right since we had a system of how they were assigned and Ben wouldn't get paid his differential.

Friday at lunch, I was wishing I had sent Carl. I was minding my own business eating my lunch at my table as usual. I got tied up and went to lunch a little later than normal. The room started clear out about halfway through my break. Carl walked up to my table and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and he sneered at me.

"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked, mocking me in a sing-song manner.

"He's not my boyfriend," I mumbled.

"What? You just suck his cock for protection then?" he laughed.

I swallowed nervously and tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't go away.

"We're just friends," I said quietly.

He groped his crotch and I could see the outline of his semi-hard penis in his navy work pants.

He lowered his voice. "Oh yeah? Why don't ya give me a nice sloppy blow job... I'll protect ya," he said before adding chuckle.

I glared at him and tried to sound tough. "Leave me alone. Or I'll tell Ben and he'll kick your ass. Again."

He just scoffed. "Pussy."

He sneered at me and left the break room. I let out a deep breath, hoping that my threat would keep him away from me.

***

I was sitting at my desk Monday morning when I heard Ben's boots coming up the hall. I turned around to see him and I gave him a smile and he smiled back at me.

"Hey," he said quietly. He put his hands in his pockets and shifted from side to side.

"Hi," I said with a smile.

"How was your weekend?" he asked.

"It was okay. I didn't really do anything special. How 'bout you?"

Ben shrugged. "Got home yesterday. Visited my mom. Did laundry."

I gave Ben his paperwork for the day.

"See ya later," he said.

"Bye."

I watched him walk down the hall, noticing again how nicely his butt filled his blue jeans. As he turned the corner, he caught me looking and I blushed and quickly looked away.

I was a couple minutes behind leaving my desk to go to lunch. When I walked into the break-room with my brown bag, I was overjoyed to see that Ben was already sitting at my table.

"Hi, Ben," I said as I sat down.

I pulled out my bologna and cheese sandwich and took a bite.

"You always eat the same thing," Ben said with a frown. "And not much of it. Here, I made this for dinner last night."

He pushed a small plastic container in front of me and gave me a plastic fork. I popped the top and steam escaped. There was a piece of homemade lasagna in it that he had warmed up in the microwave. He opened a much larger container for himself and dug in. I realized that he had brought the second small container just for me.

I was practically drooling as I took the first bite. "Oh my god, this is really super good. You made this?"

Ben shrugged. "Yeah. I like to cook when I get a chance."

I took another bite. "Mmm."

I looked up to see him watching me enjoy his lunch and he had a big smile on his face. I returned his smile with one of my own.

I asked him about the lasagna and he told me how he made it. It was his grandma's recipe.

We talked about his haul and he told me how screwed up and disorganized they were when he arrived. I apologized, but he said it wasn't my fault. All of my paperwork was perfect.

As he was talking, I stared into his bright emerald green eyes. He stopped talking and furrowed his brow at me. I realized that I was gawking at him and I got flustered and stammered and looked down at my mostly uneaten bologna sandwich. I picked at it and ripped a piece off and ate it.

By then it was time to get back to work, so I told him I'd see him later and walked back to my desk.

When 4:30 came around, I shut down my computer and turned off my cubicle lights. As I stood up, Mr. Boothe walked out of his office. He saw me and cleared his throat and hurried past me, going out of his way to not look at me.

I stopped by the bathroom and then walked outside to catch the bus. Ben was standing outside the door with his hands in his jeans pockets, wearing a worn black leather jacket.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said, completely but pleasantly surprised.

"You, um, maybe wanna go... I don't know, I was thinking that, uh, you might wanna go get some dinner?"

He looked really nervous, biting on his lower lip. Oh my god. He was asking me out on a date. I really, really wanted to go out with Ben, but I was trying to think of how much money I had left for the week.

"Um..."

He cleared his throat. "Oh. Never mind. Forget I said anything."

He thought my hesitation meant that I was rejecting him.

"No," I quickly said. "Ben, I want to, but um..."

I let out a small breath and pulled my wallet out of my pocket and fingered through my cash. I had $24 dollars.

"As long as it's not too expensive," I said as I put my wallet back in my pocket.

"Sure. I'm not picky," he said as he patted his stomach. "Can you drive? I rode the bike today."

He rode a bike to work? He nodded towards the parking lot and I saw a Harley parked by the building. Duh. Of course he meant a motorcycle and not a bicycle. I felt like an idiot for that, but that wasn't as bad as having to admit that I took the bus.

"Um... I don't have a car. I, uh, take the bus to work."

"Oh. Well, then I guess you'll have to ride with me. Come on. You ever rode on a bike before?"

I shook my head. He could tell that I was really nervous about it and he gave me the basics and put the spare helmet on my head. He helped me get on the bike and then instructed me to wrap my arms tight around him. He drove around the parking lot slowly so that I could get used to it, then we took off. The best part about the ride was that I got to put my arms around him and hold him. I held him tightly and leaned in close against his big, strong back.

We went to a hole in the wall burger place that he liked. It was really good. The burgers were huge and they gave you lots of fries. I just got a simple cheeseburger. Ben got a steakhouse burger that had bacon, mushrooms, onions and steak sauce on it. He managed to get steak sauce all over his face as well as mushrooms and sauce on his shirt. I couldn't eat all of mine, but Ben cleaned his plate and finished off my fries. We made nervous small talk throughout dinner. After we finished eating, we sat together and our nerves calmed and we just talked for quite a while.

When the bill came, he grabbed it and gave the waiter the money. I protested, but he told me to put my money away. I was really embarrassed, but I thanked him.

Afterward, he wanted to drive me home. I told him that it was out of the way and I didn't want to trouble him any more tonight. He wouldn't hear of it. He pulled up in front of the deli and he was surprised. He said he goes to the deli every couple weeks and that it was really good. I admitted that I had never eaten there.

I reluctantly let him go and got off the bike. He took the helmet from me and stowed it away.

I stood there like a dork with my hands in my pockets, fidgeting nervously. "Do you want to come up and see the apartment? I mean, there's not much to see, but, um..."

Oh my god. I sounded like a desperate loser. I opened my mouth to backtrack when he shut off the bike and climbed off and stepped onto the sidewalk. I gave him a nervous smile and he followed me. I unlocked the door and we climbed up the stairs. I unlocked the apartment and let him inside, shutting the door after him.

I took off my jacket and laid it on the arm of the couch. He took his off and did the same.

"So... this is the living room," I said as we stood in the middle of the small room.

"My kitchen is over there." I pointed to the wall with the small kitchenette.

"The bathroom is right here."

"Can I?" he asked and I nodded. He went inside the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear his loud stream hitting the water in the toilet. It sounded like he had a fire hose in his pants. I heard him flush and wash his hands. He opened the door and I pointed to the bedroom. He peeked his head in and looked at the small room with a twin bed, nightstand and chest of drawers.

"It's cute," he said with a nod as he looked around the apartment.

"You mean tiny?"

"Well... Yeah, I guess. My big ass sure wouldn't fit in a place like this."

I giggled and he started laughing.

"I should get going," he said.

"Already? I mean... You can stay a while... if you want."

"Nah, I should be getting home. I have a dog... and he hasn't eaten..."

"Okay," I said and tried to smile and not look disappointed. I walked him to the door. "I had fun tonight, Ben. Thanks for dinner."

"Anytime. I had fun, too."

I stood there as he put on his jacket. I wanted him to kiss me so bad, but I didn't know how to ask.

"See ya tomorrow at work," he said.

He turned the doorknob and opened the door. I let out a tiny whimper of disappointment and my eyes filled with tears as I realized that he didn't like me like I thought. I looked down at my feet as he walked through the door, wondering what I had done wrong to turn him off, wondering if he thought I was disgusting because of what Mr. Boothe did to me.

I reached to bolt the lock shut when the door suddenly re-opened.

Ben pushed into the apartment and grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me. I whimpered and put my hands on his sides and melted into his arms.

His kiss was gentle, but insistent. His kiss turned opened mouthed, then harder and more passionate. His tongue flicked against my lips and a shock ran though my body and I shuddered and parted my lips to let him in. Our tongues intertwined, his pushing and dominating mine. He pulled away and gave me three light kisses on my lips.

I sighed softly and opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"I'd better go," he whispered. "My dog is probably starving to death."

He bent down and kissed me once more. I wrapped my arms around his broad back and hugged him.

"Thank you for a great night, Ben."

"No. Thank you, Benji."

I pulled away from Ben and stepped back. He gave me a big smile as he opened the door and left.

When I went to bed that night, I had pleasant dreams about riding on his motorcycle, touching him and kissing him. I slept better than I had in a really long time.

***

I ate lunch with Ben every day that week. Every day he shared part of his lunch with me. Then I had dinner with him every night and he insisted on paying. When dropping me off at my apartment, he would kiss me before leaving, but made no attempt to go further. By the end of the week, I wanted him so bad I couldn't stand it.

I followed him out to the parking lot on Friday and we climbed into his old beat up pickup truck. He suggested we grab a pizza and head to my place and I readily agreed. One of his favorite pizza joints was in the old downtown area, not far from my place. He called in the order and we picked it up. He stopped at a convenience store and bought a six pack of beer and then headed to my apartment.

Once we got in, I kicked off my shoes at the door. He pulled off his boots and set them next to my shoes. I grabbed some paper plates and napkins and we went right for the couch. Since I didn't have a table, we just sat the pizza box on the coffee table and kicked back on the couch.

"Iss good, uh?" he asked with a mouth full of food.

I nodded. "It's really great. You know, I can't remember when I last had pizza."

He furrowed his brow and looked at me sadly for a second, and then smiled. "We can have it whenever you want."

He always made a mess when he ate and it wasn't long before he had a big dollop of sauce on his chin. I don't know what possessed me, but I reached over with my finger and wiped it off with a giggle, then licked my finger. He laughed at me and leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.

I only ate two pieces of the large pie and he finished the rest off.

After eating, we sat on the couch and quietly talked. We slowly moved closer and closer. I looked into his green eyes and sighed softly. He bent down and kissed me tenderly, then more and more sensual and passionate. He leaned into me, and gently pushed me down onto my back. I wrapped my arms around him as we french kissed.

He was twice as big as me. He must have weighed nearly two hundred pounds more than me, in addition to being 10 inches taller than me. He was careful not to rest all of his weight on me, but I loved the feel of his huge, powerful body on top of me. I was already fully erect in my khakis and I could feel a large hard lump in his jeans pressing into me.

As we kissed, his hand slipped up under my shirt and he rubbed all over my chest, stomach and sides. His hands were rough from years of hard work, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. He ran his thumbs over my nipples and they stiffened into hard little peaks. My body shuddered under his touch and I whimpered softly.

He moved down to my neck and began kissing and sucking and I nearly came undone. I moaned quietly as shivers ran up and down my spine.

"Umh... Ben..."

He pulled away from me and looked down at me. His green eyes glistened and twinkled.

"Benji, you're so beautiful," he whispered as he tenderly stroked my cheek. "I know I'm not a catch," he said. "And not that great to look at... but if you give me a chance, I can make you happy, Benji. I promise. I'll take care of you."

"Ben, you're a great catch. You're the nicest, most generous and caring man I've ever met. And I think you're so sexy. And when you smile or laugh, you're so handsome. I see how beautiful you are inside and outside."

I reached up and ran my hand over the back of his head to his face. He kissed my fingers and when he looked at me, I saw tears in his eyes.

"Do you want to go to my bedroom?" I whispered.

He got up and pulled me off the couch and took my hand and we walked into my bedroom. I turned on the lamp on the dresser and turned around and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed me. I reached between us and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He lifted my shirt over my head and let it drop onto the floor.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall behind him. I grabbed his tank and pulled it out of his waistband and pulled it up. He took over when I couldn't reach and dropped it behind him.

"Oh, wow. You're so big and hairy," I said. I tentatively reached out and touched his chest. His broad muscular chest was covered in dark auburn fur. It was soft to the touch and it tickled the nerves in my fingers sending shivers up and down my spine. His right arm had a large tattoo of the Marines emblem and I ran my fingers over it.

He groaned as he ran his hands over my body. "You're so smooth, baby."

He frowned when he ran his hands over my rib cage. "You don't get enough to eat."

I blushed in embarrassment and dropped my head. He lifted my chin with his finger. "I'm gonna take care of you. You won't ever go to bed hungry again."

I buried my face in his chest and hugged him tight, squeezing my eyes shut to keep from crying. He held me and peppered my head with light kisses. I looked up at him and he kissed me hungrily and his hands moved to my belt. He quickly undid my pants and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them behind me. I tried not to feel self-conscious standing in front of him dressed only in my maroon-colored Fruit of the Loom briefs and socks.

As he kissed all along my neck, I reached for his leather belt and unbuckled it and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. They were a little snug and I gave them a tug down so that they fell around his ankles. I looked down and did a double take when I saw the size of the bulging tent in his boxer shorts.

I marveled at his big body. He was built like a tank. I ran my hands over his belly. It was soft and round and covered in hair. Underneath that soft layer, I could feel hard muscles.

I turned the blankets and sheet down and crawled onto the bed. I pulled off my socks and tossed them onto the floor. My bed was only a twin size and his 6'6", 300 pound body filled up most of it as he moved in next to me and cuddled up close.

We kissed passionately as we ran our hands all over each other. I could feel his hard sex pressing into my thigh.

Ben moved down to my neck. His beard stubble tickled my sensitive skin erotically while he gently sucked and nipped with his teeth. His hand moved down to my butt. He squeezed and kneaded my butt cheeks, pulling me closer to him, his hips ever so slightly grinding into my leg.

"Oh, Benji," he whispered. "You feel so good, baby..."

"I like it when you call me 'baby'," I said with a sheepish smile.

He grinned widely and chuckled. "You're so damn cute."

Ben slipped his hand under my briefs and kneaded my bare butt cheeks, causing me to shudder from his touch. He bent down and pulled my briefs off and tossed them onto the floor. I reached down to pull the blankets up to cover myself, but Ben pulled them from my hands and threw them back. He gently pushed me onto my back and laid on his side looking at me. My cheeks burned bright red from his intense scrutiny of every inch of my naked body.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, baby. And you're all mine."

"Yes, Ben."

He reached down between my legs and cupped my nuts and fondled them lightly. His fingers lightly touched up and down my penis. It looked small next to his big meaty hand. The slender shaft stood out at a slight angle away from my body, nearly six inches in length. The head was bright red and a trail of pre-come had leaked out and dripped to my skin. A curly nest of fine blond hairs adorned the base of my circumcised dick. I ached for him to touch me. When Ben wrapped his thumb and first three fingers around the shaft and began lightly stroking up and down, my back arched and I let out a series of whimpers.

"Oh, Ben..."

Ben moved his head down to my chest and flicked his tongue over my erect nipple. I gripped the sheets and tried to concentrate on not coming too quickly. Ben kept stroking slowly and my breathing was becoming more and more shallow. Ben kissed down my chest to my stomach.

"Ben... It feels so good," I whispered. "I'm getting close..."

Ben growled and kissed further down. I threw my head back against the pillow and gripped the sheets with my right hand. My left hand moved up his back to his shoulder and I gripped it tightly. I squeezed my eyes shut and panted. He stopped stroking me and slid his hand down to cup my balls. As he gently played with them, a warm wetness engulfed my dick. On feeling the gentle suction and the sliding up and down I gasped.

"Ben, I'm gonna come! Oh god... Ben!"

Ben moaned and kept bobbing up and down my shaft, his tongue flicking around the head. My body bucked and convulsed and I exploded. My vision went white as my eyes rolled back and explosions of color danced in my head. I came harder than I ever had in my entire life and Ben just kept sucking. I moaned when I felt him swallowing. It was the first orgasm given to me by another person.

When Ben moved up next to me, I was still panting and trembling.

I looked up at him and tried to speak, but I couldn't form the words. Instead I just looked into his eyes and tried to let him know how I felt without words.

"Good, baby?" he asked with a smirking grin.

I nodded. "Yeah," I breathed.

I rolled onto my side and reached down to his boxer shorts and tried to pull them down. He put his hand on top of mine.

"You don't have to," he said quietly.

I looked at him confused. "I want to, Ben. Please."

He nodded and lifted up so that I could pull his boxers off. I gasped out loud when I saw him for the first time.

The thick, long column of flesh jutted out from a dense patch of dark auburn curls. It was huge. Nearly 10 inches. Thick. Uncut. The thick, loose foreskin was skinned back exposing the large swollen head. A couple of veins ran down the length of the cylindrical shaft. His lightly furry sac held two large testicles and hung low between his meaty thighs.

"You're so big, Ben."

My hand was shaking as I reached for him. I wrapped my hand around it, unable to touch my thumb with my fingers. It was warm and silky soft, but hard as steel at the same time. I slowly stroked it up and down, producing a loud groan from my Ben. The foreskin allowed my hand to glide easily. I watched in fascination as the skin covered and then uncovered the head with each stroke.

A strong, musky scent hit my nose and I inhaled to get a better smell. A drop of pre-come oozed out of the slit at the tip of the head as I stroked him. I bent down and licked the glistening head, lapping at the pre-come. Ben drew in a sharp breath. I looked up at him and he stared down at me, pleading me with his eyes.

"You don't have to," he whispered again, even though his eyes begged otherwise.

I scooted down and held onto the base with my right hand and took him into my mouth.

"Oh god, baby," he groaned.

I had to open wide and could only get about four inches in. I applied gentle suction as I bobbed up and down on what I could. I released him from my mouth. I ran my tongue from top to bottom, kissing and licking, getting him nice and wet. I sucked him back into my mouth and resumed my head motions. I pumped my hand up and down in a steady rhythm with my head. I gave my hand a little twist as I stroked him.

"You're so fucking good," he whispered. "Oh, don't stop, baby... Yeah, just like that..."

I moaned around his shaft, encouraged by his words. I paused for a split second when I felt his hands move to my head. When he didn't push, I resumed my motions. I wanted to give him the best blow job he ever had. I knew I couldn't deep throat him, but I hoped I made up for it with enthusiasm. I could taste the pre-come leaking from his slit and I swirled my tongue around the head with each upstroke.

"Oh, fuck, Benji. You're the best I ever had, baby. Oh god, you're gonna make me shoot. So close... Don't stop, Benji..."

I sped up slightly and sucked just a little bit harder.

"Baby, I'm gonna come in your mouth!"

I shuddered at the thought. His dick stiffened even more and a rush of sweet fluid trickled into my mouth. I thought maybe he had come, until his body stiffened and he cried out. "FUCK!"

I moaned as I felt the first blast hit the roof of my mouth hard. I slowed my bobbing and kept stroking as his body jerked and spasmed. With a loud series of grunts, he emptied a gallon of come into my mouth. I didn't think he'd ever stop coming. I swallowed over and over as my mouth filled up with his thick cream. I let the last mouthful linger on my tongue for a second before swallowing.

His chest was heaving as he panted. I let him slip from my mouth as he started to slowly soften. I gave him a couple more strokes, gliding the foreskin back over the head. I looked up at him and he had his arm over his eyes. His mouth hung open and he was lightly panting. I laid next to him and kissed his chest.

He groaned and shifted his position. He opened his eyes halfway and gave me a big goofy grin. I softly giggled and grinned back.

"I feel like the luckiest guy in the world," he said as he cupped my cheek. He ran his thumb over my lower lip and I gave it a little kiss. "You are fucking incredible."

I blushed in embarrassment at his compliments and buried my face in his hairy chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight, never wanting to let go of my gentle giant. I felt him kissing the top of my head. My eyes became heavy and my breathing slowed. I jerked myself awake and looked up to see Ben watching me. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"I better get going," he said.

"Okay," I said.

I wanted him to stay, but I was afraid to ask him. He got up and went to the bathroom and then I watched him get dressed. He leaned down and kissed me.

"Come on, baby. I need you to get up and lock the door behind me."

I got up and followed him to the front door. He gave me a slow and sensual kiss.

"You busy tomorrow? You wanna hang out?"

"I'm not busy."

"I'll call you, okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Ben."

"Sleep tight, sweetheart."

Ben gave me one last kiss and I shut and bolted the door behind him.

***

Ben called me the next morning around 10:30 and we made plans for him to pick me up for lunch. The weather was pretty nice, so we went to a little café and coffee shop. He insisted on buying my lunch as always. He said I could pay him back later and raised his eyebrow at me. I blushed a bright shade of red and giggled. We sat outside on the patio and enjoyed the good weather and food.

As we walked back to his truck, I realized that I had been smiling the entire time. Thinking back, I couldn't remember a time when I felt this happy. I was so in love.

When we got in the truck, Ben wanted to go see a movie. We stood out front looking at the times. A movie was starting soon that Ben wanted to see, and I didn't have any preferences. Ben bought the tickets, then he bought a pop for each of us and a large popcorn for us to share.

"Ben, you've spent so much money on me today," I whispered as we sat down in our seats. "I don't have a way to pay you back."

"You're my boyfriend. Who else am I gonna spend my money on? Stop worrying and just have fun, baby."

I quickly swiped at the tears that fell from my eyes. I felt Ben's arm move around my shoulder and he squeezed me in a sideways hug.

I did have fun. The movie was great. After we finished the popcorn, Ben put the bag down and reached over and grabbed my hand and we watched the movie holding hands.

After the movie, Ben drove to the grocery store. He said he was going to cook me dinner at my place. We walked up and down the aisles while he loaded up the basket. He spent almost a hundred dollars on all kinds of items. I knew that a lot of this stuff wasn't for dinner tonight and when I objected he put his finger on my lips, then put his hands on my shoulders.

"I promised you that I would take care of you, Benji. Don't make me break my promise."

When we got back to my apartment, we both put all of the groceries away. I now had a full refrigerator and pantry.

"We got some time before I wanna start cooking. Come here, baby."

Ben walked into the living room, pulling me with him. He sat down on the couch and pulled me down to him. I straddled his lap, facing him. I leaned in and kissed him. He pulled me close and returned my kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth. After a couple of minutes of hot kissing, he broke the kiss and then gave me two more quick pecks.

I rested my hands on his chest and I looked into his eyes and sighed softly. I studied his features, wanting to memorize every inch of his face. His crooked nose. His crooked bottom teeth. The small scar that bisected his left eyebrow. His square jaw with the dimple in his chin. His hard and wiry auburn-colored beard stubble. His soft pouty lips. His gorgeous green eyes. How could I ever have thought him to be ugly? Right now I was looking at the most handsome man in the world.

"Jesus, Benji. When you look at me like that... You make me feel so good... sexy... wanted..."

"You are sexy, Ben. You are wanted. You are so handsome to me."

I ever so slightly pushed forward, pressing the hard bulge in my pants into his belly. "Don't you feel how much I want you? I know it's not very big, but... I'm so hard for you right now."

I felt my face flush and grow warm as I made my confession.

"God, you're so fucking cute I can't stand it. You're the perfect size for me, baby. Your height, even your dick. Everything. See how good you fit me sitting on me like this?"

"I love how big you are," I said as I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders and down his arms.

"Oh, you do, huh?" he said with a chuckle. "Well, they don't call me 'Big Ben' just because of my height and weight."

I gasped and turned bright red and got all flustered. "Th-th-that's not what I meant! I-- I meant your height and weight, not your... you know. Not that I don't love that, too. Oh! I... Oh my god, I'm gonna stop talking now."

Ben threw his head back and laughed really hard and I groaned and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Okay. Up, babe," he said as he gave me a swat on the butt. "Come help me make dinner."

Ben lifted me up to my feet as he stood up and I followed the clopping of his cowboy boots into the kitchen.

After some grousing about the condition of my cookware, Ben got to work. I didn't do much, except cut some veggies, but I tried my best to do everything he asked just right. Ben really knew his way around the kitchen. He made a homemade chicken pot pie, and it was one of the best things I ever tasted. I told him how good it was and I even had seconds, which really pleased Ben.

After dinner, we cuddled on the couch for a while and talked. He told me more about his family. I already knew that he grew up with a brother and a single mom. His older brother was named Brandon, who was his best friend ever since they were k**s. They hung out a lot and talked all the time.

His mom was sick with Alzheimer's and lived in a nursing home. As he told me about her, his eyes teared up and he looked sad and haunted. My heart broke for him.

I told him how my mom had left my Dad when I was four years old and she left me behind with him. Me and Dad were never close growing up. I was a burden to him after mom left. We grew even further apart as I grew older. When he found out that I was gay, we stopped communicating all together. I've been on my own for five years and I hadn't talked to Dad in over three years.

I never told anyone what happened after Dad found out I was gay. It was awful. The things he said to me were so hateful. He yelled and cussed at me, then slapped me so hard it left a bruise on my cheek.

"He said I was a worthless faggot and he couldn't stand to look at me."

"I'm sorry, Benji," he said quietly.

"It's okay," I said with a shrug. "I mean, I'm nearly 25 now. I've gotten over it."

My voice cracked as I said the words and I was overcome with all of the old feelings of being worthless, unloved, and lonely. I hung my head down and my shoulders shook. Ben's arms surrounded me and pulled me to his chest. He held me tight as I cried hard into his chest.

Ben rubbed circles on my back and whispered quiet soothing words. "Shh... It's okay. You're not alone anymore. No one's going to hurt you."

After I was able to compose myself, I took a deep breath and looked up at Ben. "Thanks."

Ben kissed me forehead, then my nose, then my lips.

"So why did you come out to your dad if you knew he'd react like that?"

"Um... I didn't. Dan told him. Dan is one of Dad's friends. I had turned eighteen and Dad said it was time to move out. I found this apartment in the paper and Dad got a couple of his buddies to help me move my stuff out. Dan stuck around after they left. He said he saw the way I looked at him. He said he liked me and told me I was cute. I was a virgin. And so naive. And so stupid. After a few months, I found out he was cheating on me with other guys and girls. When I got upset, he laughed at me. I got so mad I told him I never wanted to see him again. He was furious. To get back at me, he told my dad that I was a... a 'fag'."

"Tell me where this guy lives. I'd like to teach him some manners," Ben said with a smile that covered up his simmering rage, and I laughed nervously.

"I haven't seen him or talked to him since," I said with a shrug.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked tentatively.

"Sure."

"How long had Boothe been, uh, forcing you?"

"Um... He, uh, made me, um... blow him two times... Then he made me... go all the way with him and that was when I ran into you."

My eyes filled with tears and Ben took my hand in his.

"I didn't want to," I whispered. "He said it's the only thing I'm good at... He said he'd fire me and no one would believe me. I tried to fight him, but I couldn't stop him. I was too scared to tell anyone. I don't want anyone to know."

Ben squeezed my hand tighter. I could tell he was beyond livid at Boothe, but he didn't say anything.

"But you took care of him for me," I said. "He hasn't bothered me since. So now you know all about my past. I hope I didn't scare you."

Ben blinked and furrowed his brow at me. "Wait. You've only been with two guys?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. Um... I've been with, uh, a few guys... plus a couple girls. They were all one night stands, except for one guy. We kind of dated for about two months, but it didn't really move beyond that. There wasn't really any chemistry. He liked my big dick, but I don't think he much liked me. You're my first boyfriend."

Ben blushed slightly at his admission and I thought it was sweet that he was blushing, but I felt sick hearing him talk about the others.

"I don't want to hear about them, Ben. It makes me jealous. I want you all to myself."

"None of them compare to you, baby. Not even close."

I straddled Ben's lap and leaned in and we started kissing. Our tongues intertwined and flicked at each other. His hands slipped under my shirt. I whimpered and moaned, grinding my hips onto his crotch. He put his hands under my butt and stood up. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His mouth never left mine as he stood and carried me to my bed. He left me fall gently onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He pulled my shirt over my head, then undid my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down in one quick movement.

I pulled at his clothes, trying to get him naked. He helped me and his clothes were quickly tossed to the floor with mine. I pulled him down on top of me and we kissed more. I could feel his ten inch cock between my legs, poking into me. I shuddered and my body trembled as his mouth moved to my neck. His hands rubbed all over me as he sucked on the side of my neck.

"Ben... that feels so good... Please, Ben... I need you so bad..."

Ben moved his mouth down to my nipples. He slipped his right middle finger into my mouth and I licked and sucked it. He then moved his right hand between my legs. His slick middle finger ran up and down my crack. I shuddered and I moaned and gripped Ben's shoulders.

Ben moved down my body and as he took my dick into his mouth, he slid his finger into me. A couple of pumps of his mouth and finger was all it took.

"Oh god, Ben! Ben, I'm gonna... OH! BEN!"

My hips bucked and my back arched. I felt the huge contraction and release in my groin and I spurt load after load into his hot sucking mouth.

I fell back onto the bed, unable to move. I closed my eyes and panted. I felt Ben move up my body. He kissed all over my neck and chin, sending shivers up and down my spine.

"I love the way your body responds to my touch," he whispered.

I opened my eyes to loo