This is the last installment of my Ben and I series. I didn't get enough e-mails to continue it. Sorry, guys. I might make some new stories later. This story contains homosexuality, violence, and obscene language. If you are offended by any ot those things, or aren't of age to read such material, do not read this story. Thank, and enjoy Ben and I: Part III
Ben and I
Part III
I'm surprised you still want to hear more of the story of my first gay lover and I. Nothing much really happened after that wonderful night at Ben's. We told our parents about our relationship, and both of our parents were surprisingly accepting. In the later days, we didn't have much sex. We went to the movies and kissed in school. All that good stuff. So, with that said. I want to jump forward to a more intimate part of our time together.
In mid-May, Ben and I were at our graduation. We sat next to each other as we always did. Then I heard my name, "Brian Cox!" I stood up and walked toward the stage as everyone applauded. I took my diploma from my Principal and walked off the stage to sit next to Ben. About 5 more names were said and I heard, "Ben Crosby!" He, then, went up to the stage. I stood and clapped for him. He had gotten a football scholarship to The University or Arizona earlier that week. This made me even more happy for him. Ben sat back next to me and kissed me. By now, everyone knew we were gay. It was a small town. Word spread fast. We had a few threats, but nothing major. Nothing that the cops couldn't take care of. The idiots put their address on the envelopes. So, the cops went to them and told them to stop. We didn't have any other problems after that. Ben and I sat through the rest of the ceremony and watched all of our classmates get their diplomas. Mr. Probst leaned over the podium and said, "You are all wonderful students. This is only a step in becoming what you will be in the future. You are now adults and are free to do whatever the Constitution of this great nation permits. Some of you will attend college in the fall. Others will go to various technical schools. While some will work using the knowledge they already have. With this said, I must say, congratulations Class of 2000!" At that moment, everything was in slow motion. We all threw up our caps and cheered. Even the kiss that Ben gave me was slow. It's the most memorable moment of my life.
A few weeks later, Ben and I started our move to Arizona. We wanted to get used to the area before he started school. The night before the move, we had a going away party. Ben's football buddies, and a few of my friends that hadn't betrayed me, showed up to wish us luck in Arizona. My father had provided 3 kegs of Budweiser for the event. While mine and Ben's friends baught Schmirnoff for their girlfriends. I looked out the corner of my eye and saw Christina sitting on my bed through the cracked door. "I'll be right back, baby." I told Ben as I walked into my room to see what Christina was doing. She looked up as I entered the room. She had tears streaming down her face with a picture of us in her hands. I said, "Hey, girly. What's up?"
"Remember this picture Bri? This is the picture of...hiccup us when we went to Florida on the band trip."
"Yes, that was a fun time. Why are you crying?"
"All these years, I had a crush on you. The day you told me about Ben, I was going to tell you how I felt. I didn't tell you, because you didn't seem to be straight anymore. I love you Brian Samuel Cox. I just didn't get to tell you in time. I have to go. I don't want to ruin your party."
"Wait, Christina." I said as she walked out of the room, out of the door, and out of my life. Ben walked in and asked me what had happened. I told him the whole story as I cried my eyes out.
"You're still bisexual aren't you, Bri?"
"I don't know, Ben. I don't know."
"Let's go get some beer. Drinking always cheers me up."
Ben and I went inot the other room after I had stopped crying. I did just as he said. I drank and drank. I don't remember much of that night. All I remember is the sex I had. I was layed across the bed of a pickup truck and my legs were hiked up high. I remember being ass fucked and giving head. I remember fucking the guy I was fucking too. When I woke up the next morning, Ben was standing over me as I lay in my own bed. He was angry. "I thought you loved me, Brian."
"I do, babe. Why do you think I don't?"
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?"
"Find out what?"
"Don't play stupid! I caught you and Stan!"
"Stan? I didn't do anything with...oh, God."
"You remember now don't you? That's right. You and Stan were big fuck buddies last night."
"Ben, I really don't remember fucking Stan. I remember fucking someone. For all I knew, it could have been you. I just remember getting fucked by and fucking some guy."
"Whatever, Brian. I'm leaving you. I'll go to Arizona and make my own life."
"No, Ben, don't."
"Why should I stay here? You fucked with my best friend!"
"Then, punish me. Don't leave me." I said thinking of ways he could punish me.
"Punish you? How can I punish you?"
I remembered that I had baught a special condom from a erotic store one day in the mall. It was a condom that increased the size of whoever wore it 2 times it's normal size. I pulled it out and showed him. "This is a good way. My ass will probably bleed for a week if you use this thing."
Ben saw the condom and instantly became hard. He looked away and said, "How do I know you wont go fuck another guy again?"
"Don't let me get drunk again either." I said as I went down to the floor to unbutton his pants. I got both his pants and boxers down to reveal his hard, thick 7 inches. I began to suck. Ben couldn't resist. He pulled away and grabbed the condom from my bed. He ripped open the package and put the condom on. He felt instant pleasure. It was inner ribbed for increased pleasure for the user.
"Get your slutty ass over here." He said when he had the condom situated. I went over to him and he said, "Sit on it with your whorish self turned away from me. I don't want to see your face." I sat down and the, now, 4 inch thick penis slid painfully up my ass. I screamed loudly. Luckily, my parents weren't home. I was right. I started to bleed instantly from the condom's size. Ben stood up with me still on his cock. He was stuck in me. I had never had this problem before. I guess I needed for my ass to widen to accomodate fr the size of the condom on his cock. He turned me around and layed me doggy style on the bed. He held me down and pulled his cock out of my ass. That hurt even worse than it had going in. He, then, rammed it back in. I cried in agony. I felt the skin of my asshole rip. It hurt so badly. He pumped me for an hour before it stopped hurting. My ass had finally stretch to let the enormous manhood through. I could finally fel the pleasure of my prostate over the pain of the cock. I giant rush of pleasure went to my cock. I guess it had worked up over the pinful part of the sex. I instantly blew a puddle of cum all over my bed. It was the most cum I had ever seen in my life. Ben was still pumping when he realized the pain had stopped. He reared back his fist and donkey punched me. That was the last painful thing he did to me. He started to feel bad after about the second hour through. He finally spun me around and lay me in the middle of my cum puddle. He smiled and pulled out of my ass. He removed the condom and my asshole shrank back to a semi-normal size. It was still small enough for Ben's meat to seem large. He stuck his normal meat back in me. He pumped me for another hour. We both came at the same time. Ben pulled out and licked the mixed jism off of my stomach. My ass had bleed badly. There was blood on my sheets. The bleeding obviously stopped, because the blood was dry on the sheets. My ass felt raw and hurt. Ben and I took a shower together where he sucked me off to make up for what he had just done. We both dressed and cleaned my room before my parents got home later that night. There were no traces of what we had done anywhere. Unfortunately, by that time, Ben's arrousement went down. he was pissed off again. He looked at me and said, "You are a whore. You even whored yourself to me to try and make up for what you did with Stan. I don't know what to do. Wait, yes I do, I'm dumping you. We're through, Brian. I can't trust you." Ben stormed out of the door.
About an hour later, my parents got home. I was crying on the couch. My mother walked in and asked, "What's wrong sweety?"
"Ben broke up with me."
"Why did he do that, son?" asked my father.
"Well, last night, I got really drunk. I remember having sex with someone. I thought it was Ben. The problem was it was his best friend. I told Ben to punish me and he fucked me with my thickening condom. When his boner was gone, he ran out of the door and left me."
"I'm sorry, honey." said my mother sympathetically. We heard a knock at the door and she answered it. It was Christina.
"Hey, Christina." I said whiping the tears from my eyes.
"I'm doing fine, Bri. I heard about you and Ben. He beat up Stan and drove off to the airport. Stan said that he had gotten his ticket changed for an earlier flight. I'm sorry, Bri."
I ran to my room and Christina followed. My parents stayed in the living room. they knew Christina could do better than them at making me feel better. I was laying against my pillow crying and Christina was rubbing my back. I said, "I loved him, Christina. I really loved him."
"I know, Bri. I know."
I looked up at her and said, "Now, I know how you felt last night. Except, I was violated more." I looked into here eyes. Her big beautiful blue eyes. I remembered our fun times together. We moved closer and closer together. When, finally, we kissed. I felt loved again. Later that night, Christina and I went out to dinner and ended up at a hotel. I had my first straight sex with her. I had oral from a girl before, but I had never had pussy. I slid my cock inside her. It felt different than an asshole. Her breasts were just the right size. She had the most beautiful body of any female I had ever seen. We fucked for 5 hours staight. I blew a load in her. I forgot to wear a condom, but neither of us cared. We knew we were going to be together. I am with her to this day. I will never forget Ben Crosby, my first gay love, but I have now found my true love. I sometimes cry about what happened that day at night. Christina has baught a strap on to pleasure me in that way if I ever need it. That is my story. The story of Ben and I.