Ben Gets on His Knees Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Ben Gets on His Knees Pt. 02

I stammered, "What?"

He smiled, but this time there was definitely a command in his voice.

"Get. On. Your. Knees."

At first I was annoyed. Who did this guy think he was? I was the one who took charge, I had ALWAYS been the one in charge.

So then why were my knees shaking and my cock creating a bigger and bigger wet spot in my shorts? And in that moment I made a decision - just this once - to listen to my cock, not my brain. After all, I was alone, I didn't know this guy, no one would ever know.

It also wasn't lost on me that I had been out of the closet for a couple of decades and still had homophobic hangups about being submissive and bottoming. So yeah, that shit was all there, but I took a deep breath and quieted my brain.

While I paused and got myself sorted, Hat Guy just watched me with a wicked glimmer in his eyes.

"Well?"

I gulped and sank to my knees in front of him, never taking my eyes from his.

He smiled, "Good man."

I needed something to do with my hands so he didn't see them tremble, so I cupped the backs of his calves, working my hands up the back of his denim clad thighs. He continued smiling and looking down at me.

Then Hat Guy put his hands behind his head, pulling his fleece jacket and t-shirt up just enough that I could see his flat stomach and light trail of hair disappearing into his jeans.

Without thinking about it, I licked my lips again.

"That's it, come and get it."

I stopped thinking about what it meant (or ...

... didn't) that I had dropped to my knees in front of this guy as soon as he had asked me to...I corrected myself...TOLD me too, and started thinking about what I wanted.

Namely the cock that now bulged and snaked down the leg of his jeans.

I took off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He brought his hands down from his head and clasped the back of mine. He pulled my face into his cock, moaning and leaning his head back. I inhaled deeply.

One of my favorite parts of camping was finding a reason to use peppermint scented soap, it somehow went well with the smell of campfire smoke. Hat Guy apparently thought the same thing.

I breathed his warm pepperminty smell as my hands slid his jeans down and ran across his bare thighs and muscular ass. His cut cock was hard and had a glistening drop of pre-cum on the tip. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, noticing that there was still a couple of inches of cock extending beyond my hand. I wondered how much of him I'd be able to take even as I licked the pre-cum off his tip.

Hat Guy moaned and pushed his hips forward, "That's it, I want to feel your mouth on me."

I looked up into his eyes while I slowly licked from the base of his shaft, along his hard length then up the bottom of his throbbing mushroom head, feeling him shudder as I did. Then I took the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum.

"Fuuuuuck..." he moaned, still with his hands on the back of my head, gently ...