Chapter 14

Ben arrived at the farm just after darkness had fallen. His mind was whirling with the last words that Melanie had said before he stormed out of the restaurant. Her brother was gay, she… she had known what was up with him. Damn it all to hell!

If anyone found out that he preferred men, he was ruined. In his line of business, gay men were considered weak. At least as far as he knew. Feeling nervous as a maid on her wedding night and a catholic priest in the kinder garden, he dropped his keys twice before he managed to fumble the door open.

Flipping the switch and slamming the door behind him managed to calm him down for a second or two. Until he realized that Melanie was out there, probably telling everyone that was going to eat at the restaurant in the near future that another gay man had come to town. He could practically hear her describe him. Tell other customers what a delightful talk they had and maybe say that she had observed him with a lot of horse magazines. Someone would then poke his head out of the crowd and say something like “hey, that guy sounds an awful lot like the dude that has taken over the farm. You know? Flower Paradise Farm. Where the crazy old guy lived who had given all his horse the name of flowers and...”

The doorbell rang, jerking Ben out of his train of thoughts. Frowning he walked over and opened. “Oh. Hello Tom”, he murmured, sounding less than enthusiastic.

Tom’s eyes ran over him, scrutinizing him thoroughly. “Hi. Whats up? You look terrible.”

“Mmh.” Leaning against the door frame Ben folded his arms in front of his chest. He wished he could enjoy his time with Tom. But if someone found out…

“Look”, he started right at the very moment that Tom asked “May I come in?”

Both of them stopped, looking embarrassed.

Concern appeared on Tom’s face. “What is it? Is it something I’ve said or done?”

“No”, Ben murmured, feeling the clenching in his belly tighten even more.

“Then what is up?”

Damn, how the hell was he supposed to tell Tom to stay away? That it was better if they ended it here and now before it really had a chance to begin. “I… I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“What?” Looking as if slapped, Tom reeled back a little bit. “Why?”

“Someone might find out.”

“Well if you keep stammering shit here on the porch, someone WILL find out.” Shoving Ben back, Tom forced himself through the door and slammed it shut behind him. Then he turned on Ben, his eyes fiery with sudden anger. “Now spit out what the fuck is going on. And if it is about that shit that George did when he didn’t let you on the premises this morning then...”

“No, that’s not it.” For a moment Ben had been shocked that Tom had forced his way in despite his wishes.

“Then what the fuck is up? Yesterday night we kissed like there was no tomorrow. I have been wanting more all day and been cursing the fucking clock for going so slow and wanting to bite my ass off for my stupid rule. You know the rule not to sleep with a man on the first date. And now all of a sudden you tell me that we can’t see each other - ?”

“That’s not the point”, interrupted Ben. Feeling his own anger stir inside him, he shot back. “We can’t see each other anymore, what is so difficult - ”

“Shut up and let me finish!” Boiling with anger, Tom stabbed at Ben’s chest. “I want an explanation. Call me a bitch or a diva but I want a fucking explanation after something like this. You can’t just throw me away without an explanation. I want it and I want it right now!”

“Because it might come out, for fucks sake! Someone already knows that I am gay, if anyone else finds out, I am ruined.”

“Who found out?” With his hands on his hips Tom descended on Ben like an angry Italian mother. “Who found out and how?”

Feeling his ears redden in shame, Ben turned away. “Some… some woman in the city.”

“Who?”

“Melanie. Her name is Melanie and she works in a restaurant. A… A burger restaurant of some kind.”

Suddenly the anger seemed to vanish out of Tom like air floating out of a balloon. “Melanie? From Eva’s Burger Paradise?”

“Yes. Why?” Seeing that sudden shift in Tom’s behavior confused Ben. “What is the deal with her?”

Waving his hand like shooing a fly away, Tom allowed a smile to creep on his face. “She is all right. Her brother is gay. She was the one who figured it out long before he came out of the closet. When Frank came out there was a huge struggle, everybody was all over him and.. yeah. She has seen first hand what it does to men, especially here on the countryside.” Sighing, Tom rubbed his neck. “People might be different in the big city but here in the small places they are still super weird about homosexuality.”

“They are only relaxed in certain niches”, murmured Ben. “How do you know them?”

A charming little smile appeared on Tom’s face. “Frank was my first boyfriend. She saw us making out one day. Hasn’t told a single soul as far as I know. She is all right. A bit straightforward. But she has some kind of radar on homosexuals. Zeros in on them like a rocket and immediately states the obvious and not so obvious when she can catch them alone.” Chuckling softly, Tom let his hands glide over his arms.

“She does?” Still feeling slightly uneasy, Ben could not quite resist the feeling of calmness that emanated from Tom. It seemed to envelop him like soothing mist that draped itself on smoldering coals. Bit by bit the fire within him was extinguished.

“Yeah. Has scared the hell out of a bunch of us already. She is especially good on those who pretend the hardest. No idea how she does it. How about you? Did she tell how she knew?”

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Ben cleared his throat. “She saw me work a Playboy. You know? Make it look read. I am so used to buying them and going straight to my office to work them just before lunch that I did it on autopilot. I didn’t even think...”

“I see. Well that was rather obvious. But you can trust Melanie. She knows what village people do with homosexuals around here. Shunning and beatings and shit like that. She would never make someone else go through that. I am sure. I have known her for years. Have even seen her invent stories about women that she has seen men with and the other way round. She is all right.”

Slowly Ben released the breath that he had been holding and only now realized how jittery and twitchy he had been since she had let the cat out of the bag.

“Now was that the only reason why we could not see each other?”

“Yes”, Ben whispered. “I… I was just...” Suddenly relieved, he felt the bite of tears in his eyes and squared his shoulders while forcing them down. Gentle fingers traced over his arms, then drew him into a hug. Tom caressed his back while Ben rested his head against the other man’s shoulder. Although tears were stinging him, they did not appear in his eyes. He had not cried at the death of his grandmother when he was nine nor when his father and grandfather had died. But it felt good to be comforted and held. Especially when Tom started kissing his neck gently over and over, slowly tracing the muscles and cords to his ear.

When Tom sucked his earlobe into his mouth, Ben gasped for air and shuddered, turning slightly so he could kiss him back. They were still standing in the hallway but could as well have stood on the moon for all the attention that they paid to their surroundings. Neither the clock in the living room striking the full hour nor a sudden loud crash from outside did reach the two men. All that mattered was the feeling of kisses. The heat and the tongues that danced around each other. Fingers that traced through hair and explored downward over strong, muscular bodies.

Encouraged by the soft moans of Tom, Ben slid his fingers over Tom’s waist, grabbed his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers. The feeling of the hard, corded muscles moving under the hot skin caused a shiver to run down his spine. His balls tightened, his dick strained almost painfully against his jeans. God, he wanted Tom so badly. Tracing his fingers up over Tom’s spine and massaging those broad shoulders became addictive. His fingers longed for more as they wandered to Tom’s chest and placed themselves over the hard, flat muscles there. So many times had he imagined what it would feel like to caress a man’s chest instead of a women’s and found that it was beyond comparison. It was pure heaven.

The nails of Tom’s fingers gently dug themselves into Ben’s shoulders, making him gasp when Tom scratched down like a cat. Arching his back, Ben involuntarily pressed himself closer to the other man, closer in Tom’s arms. A sly grin told him that this was exactly what Tom had been aiming for. Long, powerful fingers dug themselves into his buttcheeks shortly after, drawing him closer. Ben’s crotch pressed hard against Tom’s. The feeling of that large bulge made him moan with desire.

Suddenly Tom drew away from Ben, grabbed him gently by the hand and led him upstairs. “Come”, he murmured, chuckling like a teenager that had managed to steal away from home to be with his sweetheart. Ben felt himself laugh and followed Tom upstairs as fast as his aching foot would allow.

In the doorway to his room Tom made a grab for his belt buckle and undid it with a flurry. Grinning like a naughty boy he drew the belt out of the jeans and mimed whipping Ben with it. “Onto the bed, you wicked boy, or I am going to spank you right here.”

“Don’t tempt me”, answered Ben and watched as Tom removed his boots, socks and shirt on the way to the bed.

“What, you like spanking?”

“Sometimes.” Getting rid of his own shirt suddenly seemed much too complicated for his fingers. They were clumsy with all the excitement that Ben was feeling and when Tom approached, he gave it up.

“Let me help you.” Shoving Ben onto the bed and climbing up after him, Tom made a grab for the offensive piece of cloth and slid it over Ben’s head and arms. “Hmm I think I am going to keep this as a souvenir.” With a casual flick of his wrist he tossed it on the ground close to where his own shirt had landed. “So I will have something to remind me of you.”

Gazing up at the muscular bare chested Adonis that was kneeling on the bed above him, Ben felt as if he was dreaming. “Will I also get a souvenir?” Had he really asked that? It had been his voice but he could not remember thinking these words. As if his mouth had said them before his brain could disapprove.

“Oh yes. One hell of a souvenir.” Smiling, Tom pressed him down onto the bed and started covering Ben’s chest with a series of kisses. Slowly they transformed into small quick flicks of tongue against skin. Ben moaned when Tom teased his nipples. A sudden pain made him sharply draw air through his teeth then groan in pleasure. Tom had nipped him gently and was slowly making his way down his belly. “Oh god”, he whispered, pressing his head into the pillow and arching his back to be even closer to Tom. “Oh god, I am so hard.”

“Hmm let me have a look.” With a wink and a boyish smile Tom leaned back. His strong hand placed itself around the bulge in Ben’s jeans. Slowly his fingers started to move, caressing the length through the thick cloth with experienced moves. When the zipper purred open it almost sounded lewd.

“Hmm what do we have here?” Grinning, Tom hooked his fingers under the cloth and pulled pants and trousers down in one go. A thin thread of lubricant clung like a bridge between the cloth and Ben’s glans for a split second, then snapped.

When Tom was about to make a grab for Ben’s lightly bobbing cock, a hand suddenly closed itself around his wrist. Surprised he looked up into Ben’s eyes. “Wait. I want to see you. All of you. Please?”

Hesitating for a moment, Tom pondered the request. “Hmm not quite what I had planned but why not?” He retreated from the bed, opened the button and zipper of his own jeans and let them drop to the floor within seconds. Then he stood in front of the bed, his arms held out lightly. “Is that what you imagined?”

Ben’s eyes widened when they took in the man that stood in front of the bed. He was broad shouldered and athletic. The kind of man who had muscles from using them, not from bulking up in a gym like Ben had. Instead of looking like someone had used a tire pump to thicken them, Tom’s muscles were almost invisible when he rested and bulged fiercely when he moved. Dancing under the skin, surfacing and retreating. It was almost hypnotic. Between his legs towered a hard rod, slightly bending upward and large testicles were resting behind them. While Ben was watching, a tiny, translucent drop of fluid appeared on the slid and proceeded to trickle down the glans. It caught in the fold of the drawn-back foreskin that surrounded the smooth looking bud like a curtain.

Bearing Ben’s intense gaze with patience, Tom waited. He noticed those blue eyes wandering over him, taking in every detail of his body. But when he got no reaction back, he cocked his head to one side. “Well?”

Blinking, Ben’s gaze wandered up to Tom’s face. “You look stunning. I have imagined so many times being with a man but you just look...” He broke off and shook his face. It was not often that he lacked words but now he had a distinct shortage of them.

“Aww, thank you.” Tom climbed back on the bed and started tracing his hands over Ben. “Words are nice, you know? But wait until you start to feel.”

Ben groaned lightly when those long fingered hands wandered up his legs. When Tom lowered his upper body, he tensed and clenched his jaws. For a second he was reminded of the blonde from the bar but he banned the picture quickly from his mind. Tom’s hands already felt so much better than any of the clumsy fondling from the bar guy had felt. And so far he hadn’t even touched his dick.

Slowly those hands roamed around his dick in circles that became smaller and smaller by the minute. When those fingers gently wrapped themselves around his dick, Ben groaned loudly, pressing his hip upward into those caressing fingers. Like he had imagined it in his fantasies, Tom lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the sensitive glans. The soft nubs of the tongue pressed over the delicate skin, brushing and tickling. Hot wetness enveloped the dome of his dick for a split second, causing him to dig his fingers into the blanket below him and groan with need.

“Hmmh.” Tom smiled, licked his lips and looked up into Ben’s face. “Twitchy, aren’t we?”

Ben wanted to answer, but Tom’s head jerked down the second he drew breath. When those lips wrapped themselves tightly around his glans and sucked the tip in like a lollipop, Ben threw his head back into the pillow. His hands flew to Tom’s head and dug themselves into his hair.

“More”, he gasped, his fingers caressing the soft skin of the scalp. “Please. More.”

Smiling, Tom sucked him lightly, hollowing his cheeks, then abruptly bobbed his head down and took him into his mouth as deeply as possible.

“Oh god”, Ben whispered, his head already swimming. Over the years he had acquired a large number of blowjobs. But never before had it felt this intense. His eyes were glued to his dick that slowly slid out of between Tom’s lips. The shaft was glistening with wetness. Then it vanished again as Tom drew him in once more. Ben’s fingers dug themselves into Tom’s hair, pushing his head down again. Over and over he sucked the air in between his teeth, moaning and groaning with reckless abandon and completely overpowered by his desire.

When Tom rolled up his eyes to look into Ben’s face, a smile crinkled the corners of his mouth. His hand wandered to the large orbs that rested underneath Ben’s dick. Carefully he took them in his hand and caressed them while his head continued to bob up and down.

“Oh god”, Tom heard Ben murmur over and over. He felt the cock twitch lightly in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it and caressed the slit. Although he heard the whispered warnings, he ignored them and fought off the strong hands that wanted to pull his head away. Instead, he bobbed his head faster up and down and continued his ministrations on the large balls in front of him. For a second he stopped his motions, licked his finger and snaked it between Ben’s legs.

Ben jerked upward powerfully when Tom’s index finger slyly wormed its way into the virgin anus. Past one ring and then another, gently tickling his lover on the inside. He didn’t even to go far to drive Ben crazy.

Ben’s hands dug into Tom’s short hair, his hips jerked forward by the sudden unexpected feeling. He was unable to control himself. A large stream of cum erupted from the tip of his dick into the wet, constantly working mouth of Tom. Slowly, almost delightfully Tom bobbed his head up and down the entirety of time, catching each of the long, thick spurts of white deep inside his mouth and swallowing it like a treat. He worked Ben’s balls and bobbed his head, milking him for all he was worth.

When he felt that Ben was spent, Tom drew back, releasing Ben’s cock from his lips. Slowly he crawled over, placing both hands on either side of Ben’s face and kissed him deeply while slowly releasing the last swallow of seed inside its owner’s mouth.

Shocked, Ben tried to get away at first, then slowly, gently molded into the kiss, swallowing his own seed from the other man’s lips, relishing the scratchy feeling of stubble over his skin.

It was beyond comparison.

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Credits

Special Thanks to:

Mayfryn who made the first pledge on 27. April 2018

Brandon who made the first pledge on 30. April 2018