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Not a single fiber in my being wanted Ben to stop. I didn’t know what it would mean to follow through with this. But I had to find out what his lips would feel like against mine.
Screw it. “Just shut up and kiss me, damn it.”
Ben didn’t hesitate for another moment. Dipping his head down that final inch, our mouths came together in a heated kiss.
I felt Ben let loose a low groan, as I inhaled him, taking in his musk as he slid his tongue into my mouth.
Reaching up, I grasped the back of Ben’s neck, pulling him even closer as the tension built. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me. And all the while, my own cock thickened in anticipation. I needed more.
God damn, I needed more from Ben.
Our kiss continued as I slid my hand down from Ben's neck, down to his lower back. And my fingertips came dangerously close to slipping even lower, when we finally broke apart.
I gasped for air as I leaned back. “Wow. I never knew it could be like that,” I said breathlessly, voicing the only thought that ran through my mind.
Ben grinned, his face dipping down a touch to hover his lips above mine. “You’ve never been with a man before?”
“Never,” I took in a sharp intake of breath when I felt Ben move one of his hands round to my crotch. His palm curved around the shape of my dick, and with slow languid strokes, he rubbed my shaft through the fabric of my pants.
“Could hardly tell,” Ben said catching my lips again in a kiss.
Ben moved to unbuckle my belt as he continued kissing me. And he made quick work of unzipping me, pulling my dick free from my briefs.
My balls jumped a little when Ben wrapped his cool hand around my hard cock. “Cold hands,” I hissed out the side of my mouth, but didn’t break our lip lock. “But keep going, it’ll warm up.”
Ben chuckled, the rumble of his laughter sending warm wet thrums through my lips, while he rubbed my cock.
I was so hard now. And as Ben’s hand caressed me, his other hand cupped my ass, as I began to thrust myself up into his looped palm.
I leaned back a little, my quiet grunts rising up to the sky, as Ben slipped his wet lips down from my mouth to the skin on my neck. “God, yes, like, that,” I said, every word punctuated by a hard thrust of my hips.
I was getting so close now. It wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge.
My eyes squeezed shut, as every nerve in my body seemed to zero in on the bundle of hypersensitive nerves at the tip of my cock.
‘Yes, almost there,’ I thought, as I pounded my manhood into Ben’s firm grip with ever faster thrusts. ‘So close. Almost, nearly there, God, nearly...’
“Case?”
A voice called out from somewhere beyond the clearing, and I stumbled back from Ben in a stupor. Ben let go of my dick when I took a couple of quick steps back, just as Janet called out my name again.
“Case? You there?”
In a panic, I fumbled my dick back into my briefs as I scanned over my shoulder to see where Janet was.
Not spotting my blond co-worker anywhere, I turned back to look at Ben, who placed a finger over his lips, indicating that I should stay quiet.
Grabbing my hand, Ben guided us behind the giant waist-high stack of logs, and we crouched down to hide.
It was just in time too, because Janet had just wandered into the clearing. “Case?” she called again. I risked peering around the corner of the log pile to see her standing a little ways off, her hands on her hips. “Where are you?”
Ben and I stayed quiet, waiting her out. I could feel him behind me, our bodies close, but not quite touching.
Eventually, after a long while, Janet gave up her search for me in the clearing, and made her way back towards the cabin village.
Once I saw Janet's blond ponytail disappear from view, I let loose a breath I’d been holding the entire time.
“That was a close one,” I said over my shoulder at Ben, but when he didn’t answer, I pivoted around to meet his eyes.
His brow was furrowed, a deep frown coloring every inch of his square-jawed features.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we stood up. Ben continued to say nothing as he began to walk away from me. I grasped his shoulder to stop him before he took another step. “Ben, what is it?”
Ben didn’t turn around. “You might still have time to catch up with her,” Ben deadpanned, and I felt his shoulder tense.
“Why would I do that?” I trotted around to face him. I didn’t want to have the rest of this conversation while talking to his back.
“Why do you think?”
I already knew why. “I’m not interested in her. She’s just a friend.” I began, quickly taking half a step to my right when Ben tried to walk around me. “Wait! Just hold up,” I raised my hands and rested them on his broad chest. “A minute ago you were giving me a hand job.” I felt my dick twinge at the recent memory, my disrupted almost-orgasm actually making my balls hurt. I was desperate to get back to what we were doing earlier. “Do you think I would be here with you if I wanted to be with Janet?”
“But you were flirting around with her earlier today,” Ben looked confused.
I shook my head. “I didn’t mean it, I don’t even know why I did to be honest. It’s not fair to her.” I shrugged helplessly. “I was freaking out about how I felt about...” I dropped my eyes, not sure I really wanted to admit how horny Ben had been making me feel all day.
We stood like that for a few seconds, with nothing but the chirp of birds and the evening buzz of wildlife around us to fill the silence. And then Ben cupped my chin.
“You want to come back to my cabin?” Ben’s eyes were filled with the promise of giving me much more than a quick hand job.
“Hell yes.”