Chapter 6: Tag
The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach. Benji woke up to the sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore. He could feel the soft ocean breeze blowing into his room. He looked around, taking in the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings of his new home. There was a faint scent of tropical flowers in the air, and a few birds chirped in the distance.
Benji rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to shake off the tiredness. He remembered the events of the previous night—his awkward interactions with the bachelors, the hot tub, the massage, and the kiss with Brown.
He felt a flutter in his chest as he recalled the way Brown's lips had felt against his own.
As he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, he heard a knock on the door. "Yeah, come in," he called out, his voice still husky from sleep.
The door creaked open, and Brown stood in the doorway, his massive frame towering over Benji. "Morning, little one," he said, his deep voice rumbling. "I brought you some breakfast."
He held up a steaming plate of fruit and yogurt, which Benji hadn't eaten the night before. Benji's stomach growled at the sight, and he jumped up to take the plate from Brown.
"Thanks," he said, trying to sound casual despite his excitement. He followed Brown back to the beach, carrying the plate and trying to ignore the way his legs felt like jelly.
The warm sun beat down on them as they walked, casting long shadows across the sand. Benji couldn't help but notice how rugged and handsome Brown looked in the morning light, his muscular arms and shoulders flexing as he moved. He felt a flutter in his chest as he realized that he had fallen for him.
They reached the shore, and Brown spread a large towel under a palm tree. "I prepared this area especially for you," he said, gesturing to the setup.
"Enjoy your meal."
Benji sat down, feeling like a king under the palm tree. The warm sun and the cool ocean breeze were a perfect combination. He took a bite of the fruit and yogurt, and it was delicious. Brown sat down next to him, his massive frame making Benji feel small and cozy.
"Thanks again," Benji said, smiling at him.
Brown smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anytime, little one. You deserve to relax and enjoy the day."
They sat there for a while, eating their breakfast and enjoying the peaceful surroundings. Benji couldn't believe how much he was enjoying his time with Brown. He had never felt this way about anyone before.
The connection between them was strong, and he couldn't deny the feelings that had started to grow inside him. Benji leaned over, his lips brushing against Brown's as he handed him the plate. "Thanks again," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Brown's face lit up with a warm smile. "You're welcome, little one," he replied, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "I'm glad you like it."
BROWN LAYS ON TOP OF Benji, his massive arms enveloping Benji’s slim body. The sun casts a warm glow over the beach, casting long shadows across the sand. Benji’s eyes flutter shut as Brown’s soft breath brushes against his ear.
The Māori man’s massive frame presses against him, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin fabric of Benji’s shirt. He can feel every ridge of muscle, every shift of Brown’s weight as he settles more fully on top of him. The sand beneath them is warm, the ocean breeze carrying the scent of salt and tropical flowers.
“You’re so small,” Brown murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through Benji’s chest. “Like a little bird.”
Benji lets out a shaky breath, his fingers curling into the fabric of Brown’s shirt. “I—I don’t know what to do,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
The weight of Brown’s body on top of him is both comforting and overwhelming, his massive frame dwarfing Benji’s slender form. The sun beats down on them, casting long shadows across the sand as the ocean breeze rustles the palm fronds overhead.
Brown chuckles, the sound deep and warm. “You don’t have to do anything, little one. Just let me take care of you.”
Benji’s breath hitches as Brown’s hands slide under his shirt, the rough calluses of his fingers tracing slow circles against his skin. He shivers, his body responding instinctively to the touch.
He feels Brown's thick eleven-inch cock pressing against his thigh, a solid, insistent weight that makes his breath catch. For a moment, he freezes, unsure of what to do—his mind racing between desire and uncertainty. The heat of Brown's body envelops him, the scent of salt and sun on his skin overwhelming in the best way.
Brown's voice is a low rumble against his ear. "You're safe with me, little one. I won't hurt you." His fingers trace slow, deliberate circles on Benji's stomach, each touch sending sparks through his nerves. The contrast between the roughness of Brown's hands and the softness of his voice is intoxicating.
Benji swallows hard, his fingers tightening in the fabric of Brown's shirt. "I-I don't know if I can do this," he whispers, his voice trembling.
The sensation of Brown’s rough hands against his skin sends electric sparks through his nerves, making his breath hitch. The warmth of the sun on his back contrasts with the cool breeze, creating a perfect balance of sensations.
Brown’s fingers trace slow, deliberate circles on Benji’s stomach, his touch both firm and gentle. Benji can feel the heat radiating from Brown’s body, the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt as he shifts his weight. The scent of saltwater and coconut oil lingers in the air, mixing with the faint musk of Brown’s skin.
“You’re so tense,” Brown murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through Benji’s chest.
“Relax for me, little one.”
Benji nods, his breath hitching as Brown’s fingers trace slow, deliberate circles over the waistband of his swim trunks. He can feel the heat of Brown’s breath against his ear, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down his spine.
“That’s it,” Brown encourages, his fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric of Benji’s trunks, tracing the line of his hips. “Just let me take care of you.”
Benji’s eyes flutter shut, his body tensing as Brown’s fingers brush against his cock.
He's hard, his five-inch cock straining against his swim trunks. Brown's touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through him. He's never felt this way before, his body responding to someone else's touch like he's a puppet dancing on strings.
"Relax, little one," Brown whispers, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down Benji's spine. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of Benji's trunks, his thumb brushing against the head of Benji's cock. Benji gasps, his back arching off the sand as pleasure ripples through him.
Brown's touch is electric, his massive hand wrapping around Benji's cock, stroking him in a slow, steady rhythm. The contrast between their sizes is stark, Brown's thick, muscular hand dwarfing Benji's slim, hard cock.
"Fuck, Brown," Benji gasps, his eyes fluttering open to meet Brown's dark gaze. "That feels so fucking good."
Brown smiles, his massive frame towering over Benji. "You like that, little one?" he asks, his voice a deep rumble that makes Benji's cock throb.
Benji can't help but moan, his breath coming in short gasps as Brown's hand pumps him, the friction sending electric shocks of pleasure through his body.
"Fuck, Brown, yes," Benji cries out, his voice strained with desire. He can feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as waves of pleasure crash over him.
Brown's grip tightens, his massive hand stroking Benji's cock faster and harder. "Come for me, little one. I want to feel your cock pulsing in my hand."
Benji's body convulses, his cock exploding with pleasure.
He cries out, his voice raw and strained as he comes hard, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Brown doesn't let up, his massive hand continuing to pump Benji's cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body.
"Fuck, Brown, fuck," Benji gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His body is still trembling, the sensations too intense to process. Brown slowly releases his grip, his hand still wrapped around Benji's cock, keeping it hard and throbbing.
Brown grins down at Benji, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"My turn now, little one," he says, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. Benji's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding as he looks up at the towering man above him. He can feel the heat of Brown's body, the firmness of his muscles, and the insistent pressure of his thick, eleven-inch cock against his thigh.
Brown shifts his weight, his massive hands gripping the waistband of Benji's swim trunks. With a quick, rough tug, he rips the fabric apart, exposing Benji's slim, pale body to the warm air. Benji gasps, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. Brown chuckles, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Benji's spine.
"You look so fucking cute, all flustered and embarrassed." He leans down, his dark eyes locked onto Benji's, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "But don't worry, little one. I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good."
Benji's breath hitches, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the heat of Brown's body radiating onto his skin, the scent of salt and sun on his skin overwhelming. Brown's massive hand grips his cock tightly, stroking him in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes him moan softly.
"Fuck, you're so fucking small," Brown murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down Benji's spine. "But you're so fucking hard for me, little one."
Benji whimpers, his hips bucking up to meet Brown's touch. He can feel Brown's thick eleven-inch cock pressing against his thigh, a solid, insistent weight that makes his breath catch.
"Please," Benji gasps, his voice strained with desire.
"I want to feel you inside me."
Brown's eyes darken with lust, and he gives a primal growl. "You sure, little one? I'm not gonna be gentle."
Benji nods eagerly, his body aching with anticipation. "I want it. I want you to fuck me, Brown."
Brown grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Alright, little one. Brace yourself."
Brown's deep voice rumbles, sending shivers down Benji's spine. He grins wickedly, his hand still wrapped tightly around Benji's cock. With his other hand, he reaches down and pulls aside the thin fabric of his swim trunks, revealing his massive, thick cock. Benji's eyes widen in shock and awe, his mouth hanging open as he takes in the sight of Brown's massive girth and length.
"Holy fuck," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. He feels a thrill of both excitement and apprehension at the thought of that immense cock inside him. Brown chuckles, a low, throaty sound that makes Benji's cock twitch in his hand.
"You like what you see, little one?" Brown asks, his voice laced with amusement.
"You want a taste before I fuck you senseless, little one?"
Benji swallows hard, his eyes locked onto Brown's massive cock. He nods eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. Brown grins, his dark eyes gleaming with lust. "Fuck yeah, you do," he growls, his voice deep and primal.
He reaches down and grips the base of his thick cock, his large hand wrapping around the massive shaft. He guides it towards Benji's waiting mouth, the tip brushing against Benji's lips.
Benji opens wide, taking as much of Brown's cock into his mouth as he can. The sensation of being filled is overwhelming, the taste of salt and masculinity overwhelming Benji's senses. He can barely close his lips around the massive girth, but he tries, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head.
Brown groans above him, his massive frame shuddering with pleasure. "Fuck, yeah, that's it, little one," he growls, his voice deep and primal. "Take my cock like a good little whore."
Benji moans around Brown's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down the Māori man's body.
Brown's hand fists in Benji's hair, his grip tightening as he starts to thrust his hips, fucking Benji's mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
"That's it, little one," Brown growls, his voice thick with lust. "Take my cock like a good little cocksucker."
Benji gags slightly as Brown's thick cock hits the back of his throat, but he pushes through it, determined to take more of the massive length. He relaxes his throat, breathing through his nose as Brown's cock slides deeper.
"Fuck, Benji," Brown groans, his hips thrusting harder, faster.
"You're a fucking natural at this, aren't you?"
Benji hums around Brown's thick cock, the vibrations sending shivers down the Māori man's spine. He's determined to take more of Brown's massive length, his lips stretching wider to accommodate the girth. Brown's cock hits the back of his throat again, but this time, Benji swallows, taking as much of Brown's length as he can.
"Fucking hell, little one," Brown growls, his grip tightening in Benji's hair.
"You're fucking incredible. I can't wait to have that tight little ass of yours wrapped around my cock."
Benji moans with Brown's cock still deep in his throat, sending vibrations down the thick shaft. He pulls back, gasping for air. "I wanna feel you inside me, Brown," he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
Brown smirks, his dark eyes gleaming with lust. Let's get you ready." He pulls Benji up, his massive frame towering over the slender young man.
"I need you ready for me, little one," he growls, his deep voice sending shivers down Benji's spine. As Benji nods eagerly, they hear the sound of approaching footsteps on the sand. They quickly pull their clothes back on, their bodies still humming with desire. Brown tugs Benji's shirt down, his dark eyes gleaming with lust and protection. "We're not alone, little one," he whispers, his voice a low rumble.
Benji looks up, his eyes widening as he sees Pietro, Kiernan, and Arnold walking towards them, all wearing similar smirks and anticipation.
"Looks like someone was getting a head start," Pietro says, his massive form casting a long shadow over Benji and Brown. His smooth Spanish accent is playful, but his blue eyes hold a fiery intensity.
Kiernan, the model, pushes Pietro aside with a domineering sneer. "Come on, on the beach. Without us!
Benji looks up, his eyes meeting Brown's dark gaze, a shy smile playing on his lips. But as his eyes flick over Brown's massive body, he catches sight of something that makes his eyes widen in shock.
Brown's thick cock is still throbbing, bulging against the fabric of his speedo, the outline of his massive length and girth clearly visible. Benji's face flushes with a deep blush, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly looks away.
Pietro laughs, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like our little friend here is eager to get started," he says, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Kiernan's domineering sneer turns into a cold, calculating grin. "You're right, Pietro. And I have just the thing to set the mood." Kiernan's grin widens as he reaches down and swiftly scoops Benji up into his arms, cradling the younger man against his massive chest.
"Hey, what are you—?" Benji begins to protest, but Kiernan cuts him off with a grin.
"Don't worry, little one," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Benji's spine. "I promise, you're gonna enjoy this."
With that, Kiernan takes off running, his long legs eating up the distance between them and the rest of the group. Benji's heart pounds in his chest as he looks over Kiernan's shoulder, watching as Brown, Pietro, and Arnold quickly give chase.
"Kiernan, stop!" Brown's deep voice booms over the sound of their footsteps pounding against the sand.
Benji's heart races as he watches the beach blur past, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration. He's cradled in Kiernan's strong arms, his skin tingling from the heat of the sun and the cool ocean breeze.
"Put me down, Kiernan," Benji demands, his voice barely above a whisper. But there's no sense of panic in his words, only excitement. Kiernan chuckles, his domineering sneer replaced with a playful smirk.
"Not just yet," he replies, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down Benji's spine.
"I just want to play a little bit first."
Benji swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks up at Kiernan, his eyes meeting the model's piercing blue gaze. "Play what?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kiernan grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "A little game of tag," he says. "And you're it."
With that, Kiernan suddenly slows down, dropping Benji to the ground with a gentle thud.
Benji's heart leaps into his throat, but he lands safely, his feet sinking slightly into the warm sand. Kiernan smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Catch me if you can, little one," he taunts, before taking off again, his long legs eating up the distance between him and the others.
"Hey!" Benji calls out, scrambling to his feet. "That's cheating!" He can't help but laugh, his heart pounding with adrenaline. He brushes off the sand from his shorts and takes off after Kiernan, his own legs feeling surprisingly agile.
He looks over his shoulder to see Brown, who's cock is still rock hard, bulging against the fabric of his speedo, a clear sign of the Māori man's continued arousal. Arnold is a titan at 6'7, his massive frame dwarfing the others as he runs, his massive cock swaying beneath his speedo. Pietro, with his massive cock bouncing in his speedo as he runs, laughs with a wild, primal energy.
Benji's heart pounds in his chest as he runs, the sand kicking up around his ankles. He can't believe how fast Kiernan is, his long legs eating up the distance between them and the rest of the group. He looks back again, his breath coming in short gasps, and sees that Arnold is the closest to catching up.
Without thinking, Benji leaps into the air, his arms outstretched as he attempts to tag the towering man. But in his haste, he misjudges his jump, and instead of landing safely on Arnold's back, he finds himself catapulted straight towards the massive bulge in the Austrian's speedo.
"Arnold!" Benji yelps, his eyes widening in shock as he realizes the horrible mistake he's about to make. Time seems to slow down as he hurtles through the air, his body colliding with Arnold's immense package. The force of the impact sends him tumbling to the ground, his breath knocked out of him.
Arnold grunts, his massive frame freezing mid-stride. He looks down at Benji, lying at his feet, and a slow grin spreads across his face.
He bends down, rubbing his swaying speedo against Benji's stomach. "Tag is it, you better start running."
The words send a jolt of adrenaline through Benji's body, and he scrambles to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes off running, his feet kicking up sand as he goes. He can hear Arnold's heavy footsteps behind him, the sound of his massive body crashing through the underbrush.
He doesn't dare look back, but he can feel Arnold gaining on him, his massive frame looming larger and larger in his peripheral vision. He darts to the left, trying to put some distance between them, but Arnold is too fast. He feels a massive hand clamp down on his shoulder, and suddenly he's off his feet, being whirled around to face the towering Austrian.
Arnold chuckles, his massive hand still on Benji's shoulder. "Not so fast, little one," he rumbles, his deep voice vibrating through Benji's body. Benji's eyes widen, his breath caught in his throat as he finds himself face to face with Arnold's massive frame. The Austrian's muscles ripple and flex as he holds Benji effortlessly, his thick cock still swaying beneath his speedo. He can feel the heat of Arnold's body, the firmness of his muscles, and the insistent pressure of his massive package against his own. He knows he should be running, but he can't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer power and size of the man in front of him.
Arnold's massive hand tightens on his shoulder, and with a sudden, swift movement, the Austrian turns and takes off, running towards the beach. Benji blinks, a little dazed, before his brain kicks into gear and he takes off after Arnold, his feet pounding against the sand.
He's quickly gaining on Arnold, his smaller frame allowing him to weave in and out of the trees and underbrush with ease. But just as he's about to reach out and tag the Austrian, Arnold suddenly veers off to the left, heading straight for Kiernan. Benji skids to a halt, his eyes widening in surprise as he watches Arnold tackle Kiernan to the ground, sending sand flying everywhere.
Benji freezes for a moment, watching the two men wrestle in the sand.
He sees an opportunity and seizes it, jumping between them just as Kiernan is about to pin Arnold down. The sudden impact sends a jolt of adrenaline through Benji's body, and he feels the heat and hardness of the men's massive muscles and cocks pressing against him from all directions. The sensation is overwhelming, and he lets out a surprised gasp as he's squished between their massive forms.
"What the—" Kiernan exclaims, his voice muffled by the sand in his mouth. He tries to buck Benji off, but the younger man is wedged in too tightly, his small body acting as an unexpected barrier between the two powerful men. Arnold grunts in surprise, his massive arms flexing as he tries to push Benji off, but his strength is no match for the sheer force of being sandwiched between them.
Kiernan, however, takes advantage of the situation, his hips tilting and grinding against Benji's slender form, his thick cock pressing insistently against the younger man's backside.
"Hey, what the fuck!" Benji protests, squirming in between them, but it's no use. Arnold's hot, sweaty body presses against his front, his massive cock straining against his swim trunks grinding against Benji's stomach. The sensation is overwhelming, and Benji feels his own cock starting to harden despite his protests.
"Whoa, guys, stop!" he gasps, his breath coming in short pants. "This isn't fair, I can't—"
Kiernan chuckles, his voice low and husky in Benji's ear. "Fair? Who said anything about fair, little one?" he growls, his hips grinding harder against Benji's ass.
Arnold's massive hand reaches out, grabbing Benji's waist. He easily lifts the small man off the ground, holding him dangling in the air. "My turn now, little one," he rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down Benji's spine. Benji gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he's suspended in the air, his body pressed tightly against Arnold's massive chest. He can feel the heat of the Austrian's body, the firmness of his muscles, and the insistent pressure of his massive cock against his own. He kicks his legs, trying to break free, but Arnold's grip is like a vice, unyielding and strong. Kiernan, still on the ground, watches with a hungry gaze. "Put him down, Arnold," he commands, his voice sharp and dominant.
Kiernan's thick cock presses harder against Benji, the friction sending electric sparks through the younger man's body.
Benji gasps, his heart pounding as he feels the pressure of both men's massive cocks against him, their bodies trapping him in a vice-like grip. His own cock is rock hard, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks, betraying his body's reaction to the intense situation.
Arnold chuckles, his massive hand still wrapped around Benji's waist. "But he's so light, so fragile," he rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down Benji's spine. "Like a little bird, too delicate to handle."
Benji's breath hitches, his eyes locking onto Kiernan's piercing blue gaze.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, he twists and wriggles free from Arnold's iron grip. He lands lightly on the sand, his eyes sparkling with determination. "I'm not a bird to be handled, Arnold," he says, his voice steady and firm. "And neither am I too delicate, Kiernan. Because I just tagged you, so now you're it."
Time seems to stand still for a moment as Benji's words hang in the air. The sudden change in dynamics is palpable, and the men stare at Benji in surprise. The younger man stands his ground, his chest heaving with the effort of catching his breath, but his eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. Benji turns and sprints away.
Kiernan is the first to react, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as a slow grin spreads across his face.
"You think you can outrun me, little one?" he growls, his voice deep and husky. Benji's heart skips a beat, but he doesn't waver. "I don't think you can catch me, Kiernan," he replies, a hint of a challenge in his voice. With that, he takes off running, his feet kicking up sand as he goes. He hears Kiernan's footsteps behind him, the sound of the model's long legs eating up the distance between them. He knows he needs to put some space between them, and fast.
He veers off to the right, heading straight towards the dense foliage that lines the beach. The underbrush is thick here, the trees and plants growing wild and unkempt. He can hear Kiernan crashing through the bushes behind him, his footsteps pounding against the ground.
He risks a glance over his shoulder, only to see Kiernan's massive form looming closer. As he runs, he sees a figure standing off to the side, blending in with the shadows of the trees. It's Pietro, his smooth Spanish accent calling out, "Not so fast, little one."
Benji's heart leaps into his throat as he realizes he's about to run straight into Pietro. He tries to change direction, but it's too late. He collides with the Spaniard, his body slamming into Pietro's firm chest. Pietro's strong arms wrap around him, steadying him as they both stumble backwards. Benji's breath is knocked out of him, and he struggles to catch his breath as Pietro's musky scent envelops him.
The collision sends them both tumbling backwards, and Benji finds himself sprawled out on top of Pietro, his face pressed firmly against the Spaniard's straining speedo. His eyes widen in shock as he realizes that the massive bulge he feels pressing against his cheek is not just a result of Pietro's arousal, but a twelve-inch cock that is struggling to be contained within the flimsy fabric.
"Oh my god," Benji gasps, his eyes watering as he tries to process the sheer size of Pietro's cock. He can feel the heat and thickness of it through the fabric, and it's overwhelming. Pietro chuckles, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Well, well, well," he says, his smooth Spanish accent dripping with amusement.
"Looks like someone's eager to taste what I've got."
Benji's face flushes a deep crimson as he tries to push himself off Pietro, but his efforts are in vain. His hands slip against the Spaniard's sweat-slicked chest, and before he can steady himself, he slips and lands face-first onto Pietro's massive cock once more. The sudden impact sends a jolt of shock through Benji's body, and he lets out a surprised gasp. The force of his fall causes Pietro's cock to slip out of its confines, springing up and smacking Benji square in the face.
For a brief moment, time seems to stand still. Benji's eyes widen in disbelief as he finds himself staring directly into the eye of Pietro's monster cock, mere inches from his face.
The sheer size and girth of it are almost impossible to comprehend, and he can't help but let out a small gasp of shock. Pietro, meanwhile, throws his head back and laughs, a deep, booming sound that echoes through the dense foliage. The sudden movement causes Benji to slip even further, his body sliding down until he's lying on his back, his head cradled in Pietro's massive lap. In an attempt to steady himself, Benji instinctively reaches out and grabs onto Pietro's cock, wrapping his fingers around the immense shaft. The sensation of it is overwhelming, the heat and firmness of the Spaniard's massive cock sending a jolt of electricity through Benji's body. "Holy shit," Benji breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.
He realizes his hand doesn't even come close to wrapping around Pietro's massive cock. He squeezes it, his fingers sinking into the thick, velvety skin, and Pietro lets out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily. Before Benji can react, Pietro grabs the back of his head, pushing his mouth onto the tip of his cock.
Benji's eyes widen in shock, his mouth filled with the warm, musky taste of Pietro. He tries to pull away, but Pietro's grip is firm, holding him in place.
Pietro growls, his deep voice like thunder. Unable to speak or think rationally from the sensation, he pushes Benji further down his pulsing cock . The younger man's eyes water, his mouth stretched wide, but he manages to take in more of Pietro's massive length. Pietro's grip on the back of Benji's head tightens, his hips thrusting upwards, fucking the younger man's mouth with deep, forceful strokes.
"Take it," Pietro commands, his voice a low growl. "Take my cock, little one."
Benji gags around Pietro's cock, his face flushed and tears streaming down his cheeks. But he doesn't pull away. Instead, he relaxes his throat, letting Pietro's cock slide deeper, the sensation overwhelming. Pietro's grip on his head loosens slightly, allowing Benji some control over the depth. The younger man swallows, taking more of Pietro's length into his throat.
He feels the Spaniard's muscles tense underneath him, the firm ridges of Pietro's abs and chest becoming even more pronounced. Pietro's grip on Benji's head tightens, his hips thrusting upwards with increased fervor, fucking the younger man's mouth with more urgency. Benji can feel Pietro's cock swell inside his mouth, the head of it growing impossibly larger and harder. The sensation is overwhelming, but Benji finds himself drawn to it, his body responding to Pietro's dominance. Pietro's muscles tighten, his entire body tensing as he reaches the brink of his climax. Benji feels a surge of heat as Pietro's cock pulses in his mouth, the Spaniard's seed pouring down his throat in intense, powerful bursts.
As the last drop leaves Pietro's cock, his mind suddenly clears, and he realizes what he's just done. With a growl of surprise, he grabs Benji's shoulders, pulling the younger man off his cock.
"Oh, fuck, Benji, I'm so sorry," Pietro says, his voice thick with remorse. "I didn't mean to—I lost control. I'm so sorry."
Benji coughs, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he gasps for breath. He looks up at Pietro, his eyes watering, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he reaches up and cups Pietro's face, giving the Spaniard a reassuring smile.
"It's okay, Pietro," he says softly. "I'm not hurt.
I liked it," Benji reassures Pietro, his voice soft and gentle as he wipes the last of the tears from his eyes. But before he can say another word, Pietro's strong arms wrap around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. The Spaniard's heart hammers against Benji's chest, a palpable sign of the intense emotions that Pietro is feeling. Benji can feel the heat of Pietro's skin, the firmness of his muscles, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He lets out a soft sigh, melting into the embrace, and Pietro's arms tighten around him, holding him close.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, little one," Pietro whispers, his deep voice thick with emotion. "I lost control.
Benji shakes his head, his heart aching for Pietro.
"It's okay, Pietro," he reassures him softly. Before he can say another word, Pietro releases him, quickly standing up and tucking his massive cock back into his speedo. He looks down at Benji, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and desire. He reaches down, scooping Benji up into his arms with surprising gentleness. "I lost control," he admits, his grip on Benji tightening as he carries him away from the dense foliage and back towards the beach.
Benji's heart races as he's carried away, his mind still reeling from the intensity of what just happened. He can feel the heat of Pietro's skin against his own, the firmness of the Spaniard's muscles supporting him.
As they approach the pool deck, Pietro's grip loosens slightly, allowing Benji to look up. The sudden change of scenery sends a jolt of reality through him, and he finds himself blinking in the bright sunlight. He looks around, taking in the familiar sight of the pool area, the water shimmering under the tropical sun. As they step onto the deck, Benji hears a deep voice call out, "Hey, where have you been?" He looks over to see Arnold, the towering Austrian, standing up from his lounge chair. The other bachelors – Kiernan, Charlie, and Brown – are also present, their eyes turning to watch as Pietro carries Benji towards them.
"We lost you," Arnold says, his deep voice booming across the deck. He looks concerned, his massive frame towering over them.
The others stand up, their gaze flicking between Pietro and Benji, the tension palpable.
Pietro sets Benji down gently, his deep brown eyes searching Benji's face. "I lost control," he admits, his voice thick with remorse. "I'm so sorry, little one."
Pietro's deep voice is heavy with remorse as he sets Benji gently on his feet, his dark eyes searching the younger man's face. Before Benji can respond, Kiernan steps forward, his blue eyes sharp and assessing. "Well, perfect timing," he says, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's lunch time."
Benji looks up at Kiernan, his heart still pounding from the intensity of his encounter with Pietro. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. "Right," he manages to choke out, a small, nervous laugh escaping his lips. He can feel the eyes of the other bachelors on him, their gazes intense and probing. He suddenly feels very exposed, very vulnerable.
Arnold steps forward, his massive frame dwarfing the others.
"Well, I say we all get cleaned up, and then let's get some meat on those bones," he declares, clapping his hands together with a loud smack. The other bachelors nod in agreement, their stomachs rumbling at the thought of food.
Just as they begin to disperse towards the showers, Charlie appears, his green eyes wide and his body trembling. "What happened?" Arnold turns to face Charlie, a concerned expression on his massive face. He claps the younger man on the back, his large hand easily encompassing Charlie's shoulder. "Don't worry, little guy," he says, his deep voice booming across the deck. "We were all just having a little fun."
Arnold's reassuring words seem to have the opposite effect, as Charlie's obviously jealous and Arnold’s comment about his size didn’t seem to help.
Charlie's face flushes a deep shade of red, and his eyes dart between the other bachelors, looking for confirmation of what Arnold said.
Benji, feeling a pang of sympathy towards Charlie, steps forward. "Hey, Charlie, ignore Arnold. He's just being an idiot," he says, trying to lighten the mood. But his attempt at humor falls flat, as Charlie's face only grows darker.
"Ignore it? How can I ignore it when it's true? I'm the smallest one here," Charlie snaps, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm always going to be the smallest one here.
But compared to me, Charlie, you're a giant," Benji says, shooting Charlie a reassuring smile. The words seem to take the air out of the room, the other bachelors exchanging uncomfortable glances. Arnold, however, seems to take Benji's words as a challenge, his massive chest puffing up like a rooster's.
"Giant, you say?" he rumbles, his deep voice echoing across the deck. He takes a step towards Charlie, his massive frame looming over the younger man. "Well, let's see about that."
Charlie's eyes widen in surprise, his body visibly trembling as he takes a step back. But there's a spark of competitiveness in his eyes, a glint that hadn't been there before. He stands his ground, his chin jutting out defiantly.
"You're on, big guy," he challenges, his voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in his body.
Before things can escalate, Kiernan steps in, his strong arms wrapping around Arnold's massive frame. "Not here, not now," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Let's all cool off in the showers." The other bachelors nod in agreement, the tension broken as they begin to disperse. Benji watches as Arnold and Charlie are separated, each heading towards the showers, their competitive spirits still evident.
"Come on, little one," Kiernan says softly, his deep voice gentle as he steps towards Benji. "Let's get you cleaned up." He takes Benji's hand, his thick fingers wrapping around the younger man's slender ones. Benji looks up at Pietro, his eyes filled with gratitude.