Big Ben

12. Meeting

"You wanna spend the weekend with me?" he asked.

"Really? At your house?" I asked. I was really happy, but tried not to sound too excited.

"Yeah, at my house," he said with a chuckle. "Where else?"

I nodded. "Yes."

We drove to my house and I grabbed a couple of changes of clothes. Ben only asked that I bring a pair of khakis and a polo shirt or something similar as one of my changes. He wouldn't say why.

On our way to his house, we stopped at the grocery store and Ben bought some groceries for the weekend. That night we ordered pizza and watched a football game on the big TV. Ben had a couple of bottles of beer and I had a Coke and we sat on the couch and relaxed and drank and ate. Toby sat in between us. It was a perfect evening.

As it got late, we got ready for bed. While Ben was in the bathroom, he had me give Toby a scoop of food and some fresh water. I also gave him a doggy biscuit, which he hesitantly took from my hand and took it to his spot in the living room where he seemed to like to eat.

I walked into the bedroom and Toby followed me. Ben was buck naked and putting a clean set of sheets on the bed.

"Toby isn't allowed in our bedroom," Ben said. "And don't ever let him on our bed."

'Our bedroom', he said. 'Our bed'. I just stood there looking at Ben with Toby standing next to me.

"Toby, go to your crate," Ben said. Toby turned and trotted out of the bedroom and I shut the door behind him.

Ben furrowed his brow at me. "What?" he asked.

I shook my head slightly, waking from my trance. "Oh. Nothing," I said with a smile on my face.

I helped Ben finish making the bed. He took my clothes off and tossed them on the chair in the corner and we crawled into bed.

"I love you, baby," he whispered in my ear. "I love you so much. You mean the world to me."

"I love you too, Ben."

He looked down at me and he had a smile on his face. He looked so handsome and sexy.

That night Ben had me ride him. He leaned back and helped me bounce on top of his big fat prick while he gripped my hips tightly and thrust up into me. I surprised both of us when I came. I couldn't control myself as his cock continuously rubbed against my prostate. Previously, I had the stimulation of his belly rubbing against me to help me get there.

In this position, my dick bounced free and untouched as I rode him. As I shouted out his name, my back arched and my body tensed. I held still as Ben held my hips and pounded up into me. A rope of white hot come arced out of my cock and splattered on his chin.

"Fuck yeah!" Ben shouted.

I looked down at him and gasped as it was followed by four more shots, which landed on his chest and stomach. With a roar of my name, Ben thrust up into me and came. When I finally couldn't hold myself up any longer, I pulled up and off him. As his semi-hard cock flopped onto his thigh, hot thick come dripped out of my body onto his crotch.

I fell forward onto my chest onto the bed. "Oh god, oh god..."

Ben laughed and grabbed the towel he set aside and wiped himself off. He ran the towel up between my legs and my crack and then tossed it into the dirty clothes basket.

"C'mere," he grunted. He pulled me to him and I laid my head down on his furry shoulder and we fell asleep from exhaustion.

We spent Saturday by going to the movies, then for a long ride on the motorcycle. Ben made a pot roast for dinner. I helped him cut the vegetables, but he put it all together. It took a while to cook, but it was worth it. It was so good and became one of my favorite meals of all time.