All characters are 18+, and this is a work of fiction
Brief summary: Gabe and Benji moved in together after over a decade of friendship, and they quickly realized there was more there to explore… And maybe it was there all along. Now both of the boys have come out to their parents, leaving nothing hidden.
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The next days and weeks went by like a blur in many ways. Both Benji and I had to go back to work like normal, and so I even ended up covering that shift for Elise. I could tell Benji was conflicted inside, knowing he may never have that full acceptance from his parents. And I was conflicted, too.
Sure, they weren’t my parents, but in many ways, they were. If they saw me differently, even despite what his mom said, would things ever be the same again? I also knew that no matter how close Benji was to my parents, it just wasn’t the same.
But eventually, we both started walking taller, smiling wider, living again. My parents came over for dinner one day, and Benji worked hard all day on it. I loved seeing him in the kitchen again, singing along to some music in his apron as he put the chicken in the oven. Things were getting better, even if there was a gnawing feeling that something wasn’t right. And even though i knew exactly what it was, that didn’t help.
His parents had said they’d ‘pray about it,’ which I knew from years around them meant something to them. But in my heart, it hurt to realize it wasn’t instant, unconditional love like it was supposed to be.
So we lived our lives. Our truth.
We started going to restaurants in town together. We weren’t so shy to stop into Deep Desires, even just to say hello to Ellie. Interestingly, both Benji and I received messages online from old classmates asking if the rumors were true. So to avoid any further mumblings, we both declared our relationship on social media for everyone to see.
Some people were shocked, many very supportive, and a few private messages claimed they, ‘always wondered’ about the two of us. That always felt so bittersweet, really, thinking about all of the extra happiness we could have forged together if we’d realized sooner.
Leesh had even come over one more time, about a week after my parents. She said their mom and dad wanted to talk to Benji, but Benji said he didn’t know if he was ready for that again. As he told his sister exactly how everything had gone down, her face fell, disappointed. She vowed to go change their minds, but Benji insisted she drop it.
But I was happy, really, to see Benji coming back to life. He was bubbly again, spontaneous and fun. And after coming out to everyone, it was like we had no limits in bed. Perhaps him diving in deeper was his way of saying, ‘fuck what they think; this is what I want.’ And his newfound excitement and eagerness made me desire more.
“I think I want you to tie me up,” I whispered in his ear, on a night before he had a day off. We were naked on his futon after our post-dinner shower in which we’d made out for much more time than we’d washed anything.
So by the time we got out of the shower, both of us were rock hard and really worked up. Benji was writhing on top of me on his futon, our cocks like bumper cars, clumsily colliding as hands explored.
“Stay here,” he breathed, lifting off of me to grab some supplies.
While Benji was typically the one to be restrained, I was always willing to give it a try. And for some reason, on this night, I really wanted it. I wanted to surrender myself to him, let him take control, take charge, take me in whatever ways he wanted me. He’d had so much chaos, inside and outside, that I wanted to show him how much I trusted him, how much I was willing to let him take hold of whatever he needed to feel secure.
I also just wanted him to use me. While being tied up wasn’t as much my thing as it was Benji’s, I was more turned on by the fact that Benji liked it. And I liked giving that control to him.
So I found myself on my back with my wrists tied together above my head, fixed to the futon. My raging boner was pointing up like a sundial as Benji, thin and gorgeous, slinked back and forth next to me, looking down at me with a devilish hunger. He was walking like a predator stalking its prey, trailing his fingers up and down my body as he went. Chills radiated from his touch, and I was thankful my feet weren’t tied, because I felt my legs softly kicking, my toes curling.
He was taking his time, teasing me, controlling the situation in every aspect. I closed my eyes, and then, to my surprise, I felt something on my face, and I realized Benji was wrapping one of the other satin sashes, a crimson red, around my eyes as a blindfold.
This is new, I thought. But I liked it.
As I adjusted to the lack of sight, I had to focus on all of my other senses, especially what I could feel as Benji’s fingers, on both hands now, were dancing across my entire body. The sash around my wrists was tight, almost too tight, seeming to tighten as my body writhed at Benji’s touch. I could hear both of us, breathing in that special way where each were clearly trying not to pant and snarl and foam at the mouth like a madman.
I found myself wishing I could look up at that angelic face as he did naughty things to me, but I also liked not knowing what was coming next and truly surrendering to my Benjamin. And I also made some plans to try this on him, too.
“You, Gabriel,” he said, startling me, “are a very special and beautiful person.” His fingers rested on my hipbone, and I felt blood rushing to my cock as it stiffened in time with my heartbeat. “And I want to take care of you tonight.”
“You do whatever you want,” I encouraged him in a breathy voice, excited in every possible way. The loss of control—and sight—would normally be disorientating, but with Benji taking charge, I felt safe. I felt his fingers slid toward my waiting cock, finally wrapping around my shaft, causing me to sigh.
“I plan on it,” he whispered, suddenly right next to my ear and giving me goosebumps all over. Then he lightly nibbled on my earlobe before I felt his body on top of mine, straddling me. Then his weight shifted back as he planted kisses in a line down from my collarbone, my nipple, my sternum, my happy trail… Then I felt the soft, wet warmth of Benji’s mouth, and I didn’t even have to see to know he was swallowing down every last inch.
“Ohh, Benjamin, that feels so good,” I shuddered. With his other hand he cupped my balls, gently tugging and squeezing on them as his tongue massaged the soft flesh of my cockhead. “Let me touch you,” I groaned, wishing I could reach my hand to his cock.
“This is about you, Gabriel,” he said. “And don’t you worry… I’ll get mine.”
So I relaxed and focused on everything I could feel and hear. I loved the sound of his slobbery breaths as he took me down his throat over and over. The back of his throat felt even softer and smoother than normal, stimulating my cock like never before. I felt like golden sparkles were covering my body, electric as they danced frenetically across my skin.
But then his mouth left my cock, and I heard the familiar click of the bottle of lube being opened.
“What’re you—“ I was cut off by the feeling of a slippery hand on my cock.
Is he going to… I wondered what his plans were. I was already feeling really good from the amazing head, so I tried to calm my body down so this could last longer, whatever it was going to be.
The futon shook and shifted as Benji crawled forward again. I could feel his thighs on either side of mine as his knees pushed down onto the futon below. His hand wrapped around the base of my cock again, and then he shifted his weight again.
Suddenly, I felt like my cock was pushing against a wall. But then, Benji exhaled, and I felt that glorious ring open up for me, and I was in.
“Mmm,” I groaned in ecstasy, feeling the soft walls of Benji’s tight ass as he lowered himself down, inch by inch. “Fuck, dude.”
“Oh, fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so big! I feel like you’re stabbing my organs.”
We both laughed.
“Well, imagine sitting on that girthy thing you’ve got,” I reminded him as his ass came down to a rest on top of me. I was all the way inside my best friend, blindfolded on our sex bed.
“Next time we go to Ellie’s shop, we’re getting those dildo-makers where you make a mold of your own junk,” he said as he slowly brought himself up, his hole gripping my cock like he was squeezing it with his hands. “So we can try out our own equipment.”
“Deal. Then we can figure out which is worse,” I teased as he started to ride me. “Oh, shit,” I hissed, his gyrating hips overwhelming me.
“Dude, let’s not say, ‘worse,’” he chided me. “Sex with you is fucking amazing, so I’m not complaining about your picture-perfect dick.”
“I know,” I agreed. “I’ll take your beer-can of a member for the rest of my life, happily.”
“Let’s do that,” he replied. He was leaning forward, his hands on my chest. I was slowly stroking his cock as he bounced up and down on mine.
“Do w-what?” I asked, moaning between words.
“Plan on doing this for the rest of our lives.” His voice was low, determined. And his ass was the smoothest, tightest grip; he was in a perfectly-paced rhythm now, expertly covering my entire length. It was pure, unfiltered, lustful pleasure.
“Well, I guess I already planned on that,” I said with a grin, shaking with his movements.
“No, Gabe.” He stopped and suddenly my blindfold was lifted from one eye. “I mean, like… We should…”
This was strange, for him to suddenly return to the hesitant and afraid version of himself.
“Open and honest,” I reminded him, using that special phrase we’d used at the beginning of our exploration together.
“I want to marry you, Gabriel.” He said it plainly, looking right into my eye. My mouth fell open.
“Really?” Was all I could manage to say.
“Yes. I know we’ve only been together, ’officially’ for a couple months now, but I don’t want to be with anyone else. I never really have. I’m not saying we need to go down to the courthouse tomorrow, but I’m just saying what I’m feeling.”
There was something special to be said about the fact that we could stop mid-coitus, with my cock still inside him, and have a conversation like this. I appreciated his honesty, especially because I felt the same.
He continued, saying, “In the last month, I’ve realized what family actually is. Family is more than just the people who birthed you or raised you or bought your fucking cereal for breakfast in elementary school. Family is love. Family is… acceptance and understanding. And when I think about those words, Gabe, I think of you.”
I felt myself getting emotional. This sweet, perfect man of mine just wanted, so desperately, to be loved. And I knew I could do that.
“Let’s get married, Benj,” I said with confidence. “I don’t know when, or where it’ll happen, but I do know I want you forever.”
A wide grin spread across his face, and he leaned down to kiss me, starting to rock his hips again, squeezing my shaft with his tight , muscular walls. As we kissed, I took in the reality: in essence, we were engaged. Sure, there was no ring, no save-the-date (or even a date to save yet), but my heart was bursting to know that I’d found my person, and I was his, too.
Cradling my face, Benji slipped my blindfold back over my eyes before kissing me some more. The deprivation of that sense brought me back to what I could feel: Benji’s ass bouncing faster now, up and down on top of me. Hot air came from his nose while our tongues fought back and forth. I could hardly breathe, overcome by so many good feelings.
But as he bounced on my cock, the combination of good feelings was creeping up on me. I felt him lean back, putting his hands back on my chest for support. Like he was riding a horse, he kept himself attached to me, grinding and writhing in small circles, figure-eights, sliding up and down my shaft the whole time.
“Fuck,” I huffed. “I’m getting close.”
“Good, Gabriel. I want you to cum in me,” came his voice, leaning down to my ear again. “I want that hot load of yours deep inside me. I want to feel your cock twitch as you shoot off your nut.”
His dirty words were a cologne, intoxicating me further. I wanted to do that, too.
“Then get ready, baby,” I breathed, my arms starting to grow sore from being held above my head like that. “I’m gonna fucking shoot my load so deep in you. I’d get your ass pregnant if I could.”
“Mmm, naughty boy,” he replied, grinding his hips faster.
But after the minimal dirty talk, everything came to a head at once. A tingling in my toes crept up my legs to my balls, and then I was at the edge.
“Oh, ohh,” I moaned, taking deep breaths, “here it comes.”
“Cum in me, Gabriel!” He moaned loudly, bouncing up and down like he was on a mechanical bull.
And that did it. With my arms tied behind my head and my eyes covered by a blindfold, I started rocketing ropes of cum into the bucking bronco that was Benji. He started moaning, too, louder now, and suddenly, something landed on the blindfold. Then something wet and warm landed on my cheek, my neck, my chest, and I realized we were cumming together.
“Ahhh!” He yelled, riding himself to the highest pleasures.
“Fuck, yeah, Benjamin,” I encouraged him as the final waves of my own orgasm came. “You’re so good.”
He tugged off the blindfold, still seated in top of me, and we both took a moment to catch our breath. He showed me the cum-covered sash, and he held it up to my face, so I licked his semen from it. Then he came down and cleaned off my cheek and neck, slurping up his nut slowly.
Then he kissed me as he untied my wrist restraints. I flexed and relaxed them, the two of us sitting up together. Benji got up to grab me a towel, and I wiped myself clean.
“So can I call you my fiancé?” He asked with a grin. “Like, in my head?”
“Benj,” I replied, turning to look at his beautiful face, “you can call me your husband.”
He cocked his head slightly before leaning it against my shoulder. I reached up and petted his hair. My fiancé. My husband. Those words felt so right, so safe, so warm.
“Well whenever it happens, I promise to be the best husband I can,” Benji said softly.
“You already are.” I kissed the top of his head.
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Then, about a week later, came a Tuesday I had off. I was just playing one of Benji’s favorite video games, trying to get better at it so I could put up some challenge, when a knock came at the door. I sprung to my feet and opened it, and I froze. Standing there were both my mom and Benji’s mom.
I welcomed them both in, hesitantly. The apartment was really tidy, since Benji and I had just had Ellie over for drinks a few nights before.
“We should sit down,” my mom said as they came in. So I led them to the kitchen island. I sat on one side, across from them. Mrs. Wilkes looked frail, broken. My own mother looked upset, too.
“So… what’s going on?” I asked after offering them both water. I felt bad that I was talking to Benji’s mother without him knowing, but they’d basically cornered me. Trying to not sound rude, I added, looking at my mom, “And why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“Benji won’t talk to me,” Mrs. Wilkes blurted. “I’ve called him, I’ve texted him… He won’t answer.”
Of course he won’t! I wanted to shout, to yell, to breathe this woman for hurting Benji so deeply. But I reminded myself who she was, so I held my tongue.
“Cheryl wants to apologize to both of you boys,” my mom chimed in. “Right?”
Mrs. Wilkes wiped a tear from her eye and nodded. “Yes,” she choked out. “Gabe, I’m so sorry, honey.”
We talked for a while, and my mom informed me that Benji’s parents had called mine the week prior. They quickly got everything out in the open.
“Your mother said something to me that hit me like lightning,” said Cheryl. “She said, ‘You can either love the idea of your child for who you thought he would be, or lose who he truly is.’” She looked into my eyes. “You’re a son to me, too, Gabe. And there were times growing up when I wondered if you might… you know…”
“Be gay?” This was my home, so I felt confident that I could speak however I wanted.
“Yes, honey. And not once did I treat you different or love you less.” And she was right. There were never any times where I noticed their behavior shift toward me. They were always, always kind to me.
“So then what’s the problem? I’m sorry to be blunt, but can a religion really tell you that what I feel inside is wrong? Have you ever been made to feel that way?” I stared between the two heterosexual women across from me. “Have you ever had people ask if you were gay when you didn’t even know what it meant, only that when they said it, it sounded dirty?”
I realized I was preaching, and that wouldn’t help anything.
After a moment of silence, I added, “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to say that your religion is bad or that it’s bad to be religious, but you guys haven’t seen Benji lately. You didn’t see him that day we went over to your houses.” I told them how sad he became, how hollow.
Cheryl’s face fell, along with more tears. I wondered where his dad was, what he might think of all this. Why couldn’t they just say, ‘hey, we see now that your love is no different from anyone else’s and we support you’? If Leesh could spent nights with her boyfriend, which I knew was against some biblical rules somewhere, why was Benji being in love with a man so bad?
“I love my son. I love him, and I love you,” Cheryl said. “This is all new to me, but after speaking with your mother, I realized that nothing matters except Benji’s wellbeing. I have to unlearn some things, but I don’t have to learn how to love my child.”
My heart warmed a bit at that. But then came a question I’d expected from the beginning of our conversation:
“Can you get him to talk to me?”