Chapter 2: The Storm Within
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The rain was relentless, a steady drumbeat against the taut fabric of the tent, drowning out everything but the sound of their breathing. Ben’s fingers trembled as they worked the buttons of Ethan’s shirt, his movements hesitant yet deliberate. "Let me," he murmured, his voice low and rough, the words brushing against Ethan’s ear like a secret. Ethan’s chest tightened, his heart pounding in a rhythm that matched the storm outside. He didn’t pull away.
The last button gave way, and the shirt fell open, revealing Ethan’s chest in the faint glow of the lantern. Ben’s breath caught, his eyes roaming over the planes of Ethan’s body like he was seeing him for the first time. Ethan felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was something in Ben’s gaze that made him want to lean into it. "Jesus, Ethan," Ben whispered, his voice thick with something Ethan couldn’t quite place. The air between them felt charged, electric.
Ben’s hands moved to Ethan’s chest, his touch tentative at first, then firmer as he traced the line of Ethan’s collarbone. Ethan shivered, the warmth of Ben’s palms sending a ripple of sensation through him. "You’re beautiful," Ben said, the words soft but deliberate, like he’d been holding them in for too long. Ethan’s breath hitched, the compliment settling somewhere deep inside him, stirring emotions he hadn’t dared to name. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came.
Ben leaned in, his lips brushing against Ethan’s nipple, and Ethan’s body jolted like he’d been struck by lightning. "Ben," he gasped, his hands gripping Ben’s shoulders for balance. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and something else, something raw and unfiltered. Ben’s tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin, and Ethan let out a low groan, his head falling back. He’d never felt anything like this, never let himself imagine it.
Ben pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Ethan’s face. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low, almost a growl. Ethan nodded, his throat too tight to speak, his body aching with a need he couldn’t deny. He wanted this, wanted Ben, more than he’d ever wanted anything. Ben’s hands moved lower, tracing the line of Ethan’s abs, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Ethan’s breath came in shallow gasps, his body trembling with anticipation.
Ben’s fingers paused at the waistband of Ethan’s jeans, his gaze locking with Ethan’s in a silent question. Ethan swallowed hard, his hands moving to the button of his jeans, his fingers fumbling. "Help me," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain. Ben’s hands covered his, their fingers tangling together as they worked to undo the button. The contact sent a jolt through Ethan, his body responding with an urgency that left him dizzy.
The button gave way, and Ethan’s jeans fell open, revealing the hard line of his erection straining against his boxers. Ben’s gaze dropped, his lips parting in a slow exhale. "Fucking hell, Ethan," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Ethan felt a flush of heat rise to his face, a mix of embarrassment and something darker, something primal. He reached out, his hand brushing against the bulge in Ben’s jeans, and Ben groaned, his hips jerking forward.
"God, Ethan," Ben whispered, his voice trembling. "You feel so good." Ethan’s heart raced, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of Ben’s body, the sound of his voice, the scent of his skin. Ben’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Ethan’s boxers, his touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through him. Ethan gasped, his body arching into Ben’s hand. "Are you sure about this?" Ben asked, his voice low, urgent.
Ethan looked into Ben’s eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this would change everything, that there was no going back. But in that moment, he didn’t care. He wanted this, wanted Ben, with a desperation that eclipsed every doubt, every fear. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I’m sure." Ben’s lips crashed against his, the kiss fierce and hungry, and Ethan surrendered, letting himself fall deeper into the storm.
Ben’s gaze locked onto Ethan’s, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Ethan’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts as he gave the slightest nod. Ben’s fingers, already beneath the waistband of Ethan’s boxers, tightened their grip, the fabric straining against his knuckles. Ethan’s heart pounded in his ears, the sound drowning out the rain. This was it—no turning back.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Ben eased Ethan’s boxers down, the fabric sliding over his thighs and pooling around his knees. The cool air of the tent brushed against Ethan’s exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Ben’s body. Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, his hands gripping the sleeping bag beneath him as if it could anchor him to reality. His breath came in shallow gasps, each one trembling with anticipation.
A gasp tore from Ethan’s throat as Ben’s hand closed around his cock, warm and firm. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, his body arching instinctively into the touch. "Jesus," he whispered, his voice shaking. Ben’s thumb traced the length of Ethan's penis, the pressure light but deliberate, and Ethan’s hips jerked forward, seeking more. He felt exposed, raw, but the pleasure was undeniable, a fire spreading through him with every stroke.
"Easy," Ben murmured, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the storm raging outside. His hand tightened slightly, his grip firm but not punishing, as he stroked Ethan with a rhythm that left him breathless. "Just relax." Ethan tried to steady his breathing, but his body betrayed him, every nerve alight with sensation. He opened his eyes, meeting Ben’s gaze, and saw his own desire reflected back at him, raw and unfiltered.
Ben’s hand moved with purpose now, his fingers stroking Ethan's magnificent penis with increasing pressure, each motion sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. Ethan’s breath hitched, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he surrendered to the sensation. "Ben," he gasped, the name catching in his throat like a prayer. A low moan escaped him, a sound he didn’t recognize, and he arched his back, his body trembling with the intensity of it all.
Ben paused, his hand still wrapped around Ethan's dick, his eyes searching Ethan’s face. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice rough with need but laced with hesitation. Ethan’s response was a moan, low and desperate, his body answering for him as he nodded frantically. "Yes," he choked out, his voice barely audible. "Jerk me off, Ben! Don’t stop. I need to cum! I want you to make me cum...darling!" Ben’s lips curved into a faint smile, and he lowered his head, his breath hot against Ethan’s skin.
The first touch of Ben’s lips against his cock sent a shockwave through Ethan’s body, a sensation so intense it bordered on pain. He gasped, his fingers digging into Ben’s shoulders as he tried to ground himself. Ben’s tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive ridge of the beautiful little penis - almost a clitoris - , and Ethan’s body jolted, a strangled sound escaping his lips. He closed his eyes, his head falling back as he gave himself over to the pleasure, his mind reeling.
Ben took more of the delicate little erect cock into his mouth, his lips and tongue working in a rhythm that left Ethan trembling. A low groan rumbled in Ben’s chest, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through Ethan. "Fuck," Ethan gasped, his hips bucking uncontrollably. He’d never felt anything like this, the pleasure so overwhelming it was almost too much. Ben’s mouth tightened around Ethan's penis the suction increasing, and Ethan’s world shattered.
Ethan cried out, his body convulsing as he came, the release echoing in the confines of the tent. His hands gripped Ben’s shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Ethen shot rope after rope of thick sticky cum into Ben's throat. Ben didn’t pull away, his mouth still working, drawing every last bit of sensation from him. When it was over, Ethan collapsed back onto the sleeping bag, his chest heaving, his body spent. Cum was dribbling out of the side of Ben's mouth, now in a wide grin.
The rain continued to fall outside, a steady rhythm that mirrored the pounding of Ethan’s heart. Ben pulled back, his lips brushing against Ethan’s thigh in a gentle kiss before he sat up, his breathing uneven. Ethan opened his eyes, his vision blurry, and reached out, his fingers brushing against Ben’s arm. "Ben - I want to give you pleasure too...What can I do?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. Ben hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "You can let me fuck you..?" "You mean stick your penis inside me...?" Tears formed in Ethan's eyes as he watched Ben strip naked. Ben's cock was enormous - ten inches. at least - it left Ethan breathless as he realized that Ben meant to ram that enormous weapon into Ethan's ass. "Yes - my penis inside you. Your ass becomes my cunt. I love you Ethan..I've always loved you. I want...I want you to submit to me, Ethan." The storm outside raged on, but inside the tent, there was only silence, heavy with the weight of what had just happened.
Ethan looked up at Ben, his eyes reflecting the lantern light, and saw the raw desire and tenderness in his gaze. He felt a flutter of fear in his chest, but it was quickly overtaken by the need to give Ben the same pleasure he’d just experienced.
Ben’s lip curled into a slow smile, his eyes never leaving Ethan’s. "I want you to let me fuck you," he repeated, his voice low and steady. Ethan’s breath hitched, and his heart pounded in his chest. "Submit to me Ethan...Please." Ben's voice was a low rumble, a command that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. "Turn over, Ethan. Let me see that beautiful ass."
Ethan hesitated for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. He’d never done anything like this before, never even considered it. But the way Ben looked at him, the hunger in his eyes—it was irresistible. He took a deep breath and slowly rolled onto his stomach, the sleeping bag crinkling beneath him. He felt Ben’s hands on his hips, strong and sure, as he guided Ethan into position.
He pushed his ass back, instinctively, wanting more of Ben’s touch. Ben’s fingers traced the line of his spine, sending shivers down his back.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Ethan,” Ben murmured, his voice deep and heavy with desire. “Your body is perfect.”
Ethan felt his cheeks flush, a surge of heat spreading through him at Ben’s words. He’d never been good at taking compliments, but from Ben, they felt like a drug, intoxicating and addictive.
Ben’s hands moved lower, gripping Ethan’s ass cheeks and squeezing.
Ethan gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with fear through him. He felt precarious, vulnerable, but also exhilarated. Ben’s fingers explored every curve, every dip, his touch firm and purposeful. Ethan let out a soft moan, burying his face in the sleeping bag, his body trembling with anticipation.
"You’re so perfect, Ethan," Ben said, his voice a husky growl.
Ethan swallowed hard, his throat tight. He felt Ben’s cock, hot and hard, press against his ass, and he tensed. "Submit to me Ethan..." Ben repeated. "What do you need me to do?" Ethan asked, his head buried in the sleeping bag. Ben leaned in and whispered:"Beg. me to fuck you. Fuck your pussy...!" Ethan’s chest constricted, a surge of fear and desire warring within him. He’d never thought he would find himself in this position, never imagined he would want it so desperately. But Ben’s words, his touch, his very presence, had awakened something primal and hungry inside him.
"Please, Ben," Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible, his face still pressed against the sleeping bag. "Please... fuck me. I want you to fuck me." The words tasted foreign on his tongue, raw and exposed, but they were true. He wanted this, wanted Ben, in a way he had never wanted anything before.
He felt a surge of heat in his cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Please, Ben," he whispered, his voice shaky and raw. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."
Ben groaned, a deep, primal sound that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. "Fuck, Ethan," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that."
Ethan felt a wave of relief wash over him, mixed with a surge of anticipation so strong it made his head spin.
Ben's hands gripped his hips, fingers digging into his flesh as he positioned himself behind Ethan. Ethan could feel Ben's cock, hard and huge, pressing against his entrance. He took a deep breath, his body tensing in preparation.
Ben reached for the small bottle of lube on the ground beside them, his hand shaking slightly as he poured some onto his fingers. "Relax, Ethan," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I promise I'll make this feel good for you." Ethan let out a shaky breath, trying to relax his muscles as Ben's fingers stroked his ass, coating the entrance with slick lubricant.
He felt Ben's cock, hard and enormous, nudging at him, and a shiver of both fear and anticipation ran down his spine.
"Tell me if it hurts too much," Ben said softly, his voice a low growl. "We can stop anytime you want."
Ethan nodded, his face still buried in the sleeping bag. "I trust you," he whispered. "I want this. I want you."
Ben gave a soft sigh, and Ethan felt the tip of his cock slowly press against his entrance. He tensed instinctively, but Ben's hand was there, stroking his back, soothing him.
"Shh, it's okay," Ben murmured, his voice low and steady. "You're doing so good, Ethan. Just relax and let me in."
Ethan took a deep breath, trying to will his body to relax. The tip of Ben's cock breached his entrance, and he gasped, the sensation foreign and overwhelming. He felt stretched, filled, like he was being torn in two.
"Fuck, Ethan," Ben groaned, his voice raw with need. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect."
Ethan whimpered, the pain and pleasure mingling in a confusing jumble. "Good girl!" Ben whispered as he slid his penis deeper and deeper into Ethan's fuckhole. "You're my girl, Ethan!" Ben said. "At last...you're my girl!" Ben grunted, his voice thick with desire and hunger as he pushed his cock deeper into Ethan's ass. Ethan bit his lip, his knuckles white from gripping the sleeping bag beneath him. The pain was intense, a burning sensation that threatened to consume him, but there was something else there too—a spark of pleasure that grew with each inch of Ben's cock that filled him.
"That's it, baby," Ben murmured, his voice a low rumble in Ethan's ear. "Just breathe and push back against me. You're doing so fucking well."
Ethan took a deep breath, trying to relax into the sensation.
Ben’s cock was like a thick, hot brand, stretching him open in a way he’d never imagined. He felt like he was being split in two, the pain and pleasure so intense they blurred together.
"Good girl," Ben murmured again, his voice a low rumble in Ethan’s ear. "You’re doing so well, Ethan. Just breathe and push back against me. You’re taking me so fucking well."
Ethan tried to do as Ben said, relaxing his muscles and pushing back against him. The movement sent a shock of pleasure through him, and he gasped, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. Ben grunted out: "I'm really going to start fucking you now darling. Your ass is now my pussy!" Ben growled, his voice thick with desire and raw need. "And I'm going to fuck your pussy like I've never fucked a girl in my life, Ethan!"
Ethan whimpered, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he felt the last inch of Ben's enormous cock slide deep into his ass. He was stretched so wide, he could feel every vein and ridge of Ben's cock as it pulsed inside him.
"Jesus, Ethan, you feel so fucking tight," Ben groaned, his hips pressing tightly against Ethan's ass.
Ethan whimpered, the sensation of Ben’s huge cock buried deep inside him was overwhelming, a raw blend of pain and pleasure that left him breathless. "You okay?" Ben asked, his voice ragged with need.
Ethan nodded, his eyes squeezed shut tight, his grip on the sleeping bag white-knuckled. "Yes, I submit to you!" he whispered, his breath hitching as Ben began to move. The slow, deliberate thrusts sent shockwaves of sensation rippling through him, and Ethan bit his lip to keep from crying out.
Ben’s pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with a force that had Ethan’s body sliding across the sleeping bag.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the tent, a lewd rhythm that matched the pounding of the rain outside. Ethan gritted his teeth against the pain, his body tensing as Ben’s cock slammed into him again and again.
"Fuck, Ethan," Ben groaned, his voice hoarse and ragged. "You feel so goddamn good. Your cunt is fucking perfect."
Ethan let out a cry, his body trembling with each thrust. He could feel every inch of Ben’s cock, the way it stretched him open, the way it filled him so completely it was almost too much. "More," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper.
"Fuck me harder, Ben. Please."
Ben let out a low growl, his hips snapping forward with newfound urgency. The tent shook with the force of their bodies, the rain outside a relentless drumbeat that matched Ben's thrusts.
"You want it harder, baby?" Ben panted, his voice heavy with lust. "You want to feel my cock tearing into you?"
Ethan nodded, his body trembling with need. "Yes," he groaned. "Yes, please!"
Ben’s hand came down hard on Ethan’s ass, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pleasure through him. "You're my girl, Ethan!" Ben kept murmuring, over and over. "Submit to me, Ethan. Submit to my superior penis!" "You're not just my friend, Ethan. You're my woman. My princess. Say it, Ethan. Say you submit to me." Ben's words sent a shiver down Ethan's spine, a mix of humiliation and arousal. He felt his cheeks flush with heat, his body trembling with a need he couldn't deny. "I submit to you, Ben," he whispered, his voice shaky and raw. "I'm your girl Your princess. Do what you want with me, Ben.
I trust you. Fuck me, make me yours." Ethan choked out the words, his voice thick with a mixture of pain, pleasure, and submission. His words unleashed something primal in Ben. He gripped Ethan's hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and began to move with a force that left Ethan gasping.
The tent shook with each thrust, the rain lashing against the nylon walls, the wind howling like a wild beast outside. But inside, it was just the two of them, their bodies joined in a primal dance, their moans and grunts the only sounds breaking the silence.
Ben’s hands tightened on Ethan’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pounded into him with a force that left Ethan gasping.
"Fuck, Ethan," Ben groaned, his voice thick with need and desire. "Your cunt is so fucking tight. I can feel every inch of you around my cock."
Ethan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with each thrust. He couldn’t believe how full he felt, how stretched.
Ben’s cock was a relentless intruder, claiming every inch of him. The pain was intense, but it was mixed with a pleasure so raw and primal that it left him shaking. He could feel every ridge, every vein of Ben’s cock as it slid in and out of him, a brutal, beautiful invasion.
Ethan could only whimper, his body overwhelmed by sensation. Ben grunted:"I'm gonna cum, darling! I'm gonna coat your womb!" "Do it!" Ethan murmured back. "Cum in my pussy and make me your girl!" Ethan begged, his voice shaking with desperation and need. The words were a raw, primal plea that drove Ben wild. He gripped Ethan's hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pounded into him with a force that left Ethan gasping.
"Fuck, Ethan!" Ben growled, his voice raw with lust and hunger. "You're mine, you beautiful little cunt. Mine to use and fuck and claim as my own."
Ethan let out a strangled cry, his body convulsing as Ben's words sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, what he was feeling, but he didn't want it to stop. He wanted more. "Yes, Ben," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "Fuck me like I'm your wife. Make me yours."
Ben buried his face in Ethan's hair, his breath hot and ragged. "Fuck, Ethan," he growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "You're fucking perfect. Take my jizz, baby. Take every drop of it."
Ethan bit his lip, tasting blood as he tried to stifle his cries.
Ben was fucking him like a wild man, his hips slamming into Ethan’s ass with a force that drove the air from his lungs. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through him, leaving him gasping and trembling.
"You're fucking mine, Ethan," Ben growled, his voice hoarse and ragged. "Your cunt belongs to me. Tell me you're mine."
Ethan felt a surge of heat in his cheeks, a mix of shame and excitement. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Ben's, and saw the raw hunger and possessiveness in his gaze.
"Yes, Ben," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm yours. My body, my pussy...everything is yours."
Ben let out a low growl, and his hips began to move faster, his cock slamming into Ethan with brutal force. Ethan's body shook with each thrust, his grip on the sleeping bag white-knuckled as he struggled to hold on.
"That's it, baby," Ben murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take my jizz like a good little submissive.
Your cunt was made for my cum. Say it, Ethan! Say you'll take all of it."
Ethan moaned, his body trembling with the intensity of Ben's thrusts. "Yes, Ben, I'll take it all. Please, fill my pussy with your cum."
Ben’s response was a guttural growl as he drove himself deeper and harder into Ethan’s ass. The tent shook with each brutal thrust, the rain outside merging into a cacophony of sounds that only enhanced the raw, primal fuck session happening inside.
"Fuck yes, Ethan! You're gonna take every fucking drop of it.
I'm gonna coat your insides with my hot cum. You're gonna feel it dripping out of your cunt all night long, you'll know you're mine." Ben warned, his voice thick with lust and desire.
Ethan's heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. The words, so filthy and explicit, sent a shiver down his spine. He felt a surge of heat between his legs, a mix of shame and arousal. He knew he should pull away, should tell Ben to stop, but he couldn't. He wanted this, wanted Ben, more than he'd ever wanted anything before.
He wanted to feel Ben's cum inside him, marking him as his own. He wanted to be his.
"Yeah, Ben," he gasped. "Fill me up.
Ben let out a feral growl, his hips moving faster, his cock plunging deeper and harder into Ethan's ass. "Fuck, Ethan," he snarled. "Here it cums!" Ben began shooting his spunk deep into Ethan's rectum, splashing the walls an dribbling out. Ethan shivered as he felt the hot load filling him up. Ben grunted, his body shuddering with each pulse of his cock, filling Ethan's body with his essence.
"Fuck, Ethan," Ben groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "Your ass feels incredible. You're taking my cum so well."
Ethan could feel it, the relief as his body finally allowed Ben's massive cock to slip out, leaving him gaping and leaking cum. He collapsed onto the sleeping bag, his body trembling from the intensity of the experience.
He could feel Ben's cum dripping out of him, coating his thighs in a hot, sticky mess. He felt used, claimed, and it was the most exhilarating sensation he had ever experienced.
Ben flopped down beside him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He reached out, his hand brushing against Ethan's shoulder, a gentle touch that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. "Fuck, Ethan," he whispered, his voice raw and hoarse. "That was...fucking incredible."
Ethan turned his head to look at Ben, his eyes meeting his friend's gaze.
He saw the raw hunger and possessiveness in Ben's eyes, and it sent a shiver down his spine. "What do you want to do now?" Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible.
Ben's hand trailed down Ethan's side, his touch sending shivers through Ethan's body. "I want to taste you," Ben murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to taste your cum and my cum mixed together."
Ethan's breath hitched, the words sending a jolt of arousal through him. He felt a flush of heat spread through his body, his cock already hardening at the thought.
"I want that too," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He rolled onto his back, giving Ben full access to his body, and Ben wasted no time. He trailed kisses down Ethan's chest, his tongue flicking out to tease Ethan's nipples, before moving lower. Ethan let out a low moan as Ben's lips closed around his cock, his tongue swirling around the tip. "Fuck, Ben," Ethan gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of Ben's mouth driving him wild.
He threaded his fingers through Ben's hair, his hips bucking as Ben's mouth worked its magic. "Fuck, Ben," Ethan moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Your mouth feels so fucking good." Ben hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Ethan's body.
Ethan tugged at Ben's hair, encouraging him to take more of his cock into his mouth. Ben obliged, lowering his head until Ethan felt the back of his throat. The sensation was exquisite, the tightness of Ben's throat around his cock sending electrical pulses of pleasure straight to his core.
Ethan's hips began to move, fucking Ben's mouth with a rhythm that matched the pounding of the rain outside. He could feel Ben's lips stretched wide around him, the suction intense and perfect.
Ben's hands gripped Ethan's ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled Ethan deeper into his throat. Ethan let out a strangled moan, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into Ben's mouth.
"Fuck, Ben," he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
"You're sucking me like a goddamn pro."
Ben hummed around Ethan's cock, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He could feel Ben's nose pressing against his balls, the stubble on Ben’s chin scraping against his inner thighs. It was filthy and raw, and Ethan loved every second of it. He looked down at Ben, his eyes watering with pleasure as he watched his friend deepthroat his cock.
"That's it, baby," Ethan gasped, his hips moving in time with Ben's mouth. And...all of a sudden Ethan began to cum, uncontrolled jets of semen shooting out of his rock hard dick. Then - as his jizz coated Ben's mouth and tongue - the unexpected confession: "I love you Ben! I love you!" and the final ropes of spunk dribbled into Ben's mouth. Ben quickly kissed Ethan deeply, swapping his cum back and forth between their mouths. Ethan began to cry... tears of joy and contentment. "The truth is..I always felt jealous of Meghan..." than said, mentioning Ben's wife. "Every time you talk about fucking her I felt... I wanted it to be me. I am comfortable in my masculinity - have never doubted my masculinity, but...I have secretly always wanted to be your girl, Ben. I felt that I could never tell you." Ben smiled lovingly and took Ethan into his arms. "Wanna know something funny? Every time I fuck Meghan I close my eyes and think about you. Every time Meghan wears a sexy negligee I wonder how you would look wearing it. Remember that Halloween party we went to in College ...when you went as a sexy nurse?' Seeing you in heels and thigh high stockings and garter belt. I can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about you!"
Ethan giggled; "I still have those stockings and heels, Ben...Would you like me to put them no the next time you fuck me?" Ben grinned ear to ear; his dick already coming back to life...