Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 07

Ben collapsed on top of Benji, but managed to keep his weight from crushing his smaller lover. Their kisses were slow and leisurely.

Ben rolled off Benji and flopped down next to him. "Whew. Give me a few minutes to recharge. Then we can start on round two."

Benji's soft cock started filling out and it flipped up onto his belly.

Ben laughed. "Someone likes that idea." He nuzzled into Benji's neck, pleased to see the red whisker burn and the red bruises. He flicked his tongue over the most prominent hickey and planted a kiss there.

"I think you marked my neck," Benji said.

"Maybe."

"Yeah right, 'maybe'. I suppose I should be grateful. Unlike the forehead tattoo, it'll fade away."

Ben grunted. "I don't like that. I'll just have to make more of them."

"You're lucky I love you," Benji laughed as he bunched up his shoulder and squirmed away from Ben's mouth.

There was a loud bang against the wall behind their heads, startling them out of their post-orgasmic bliss.

"What the hell was that?" Ben asked, looking up towards the headboard.

Benji winced when the rhythmic thumping grew louder against the wall. The sounds coming from the room next door were unmistakable. After a muffled cry of 'Daddy!' and a series of loud, deep, animalistic grunts, there was silence.

Ben turned his head and looked at Benji with a raised brow and snickered. "'Daddy'?"

Benji covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his laughter.

It couldn't be helped. The dam broke and the two men rolled on the bed together, laughed loudly until their sides hurt.

***

Benji sat in the passenger seat of Ben's semi-truck cab staring at his left hand. He knew he had a big goofy grin on his face, but he couldn't help himself. He just couldn't stop looking at his ring. It was a traditional style gold wedding band. It was exactly what he thought Ben would wear. Benji would never take it off his finger. He begrudgingly tore his eyes away to look across to Ben. To his husband. Ben had both hands on the big rig's steering wheel. The matching gold ring on his left hand looked just as good as his own.

Ben glanced over at Benji and smiled. "You happy, baby?"

"Yes," Benji replied.

His smile lit up the cab. Ben reached over and grabbed his baby's left hand and brought it up to his mouth to give the back of his knuckles a couple of small kisses.

Benji had never really given marriage much thought previously. It had never even occurred to him that he could even get married. But when Ben asked him, he was over the moon happy. Now everyone would know that he was Ben's and that Ben was his. Nothing would ever come between them.

He squirmed in his seat and smiled. His husband was an animal. Twice last night, then again this morning. God, his ass hurt, but it was so damn good.

After they had breakfast with Brandon and Lonnie, they got on the road. Benji looked back in the sleeper. Toby was curled up, happily asleep with his stuffed duck. He hoped the little schnauzer would be okay until they could stop again.

Benji reached between his legs and cupped his crotch as he thought of the last rest stop they visited. Benji could still taste Ben's spunk in his mouth.

They had stopped at a truck stop to use the restroom and grab some snacks. They each took a stall to pee. Benji noticed the hole between the stalls right away and couldn't help but lean back and sneak a peek at Ben's big dick. For a split second, he wondered if Ben had used these holes before he met Benji. Even if he did, it didn't matter. He knew that once Ben first set his sights on Benji, he hadn't even so much as looked at anyone else.

His cheeks started to burn as he remembered the way Ben's flaccid, hooded cock slowly slid through the hole inch by inch.

Oh my god.

Without even a seconds hesitation, Benji dropped down onto his knees and he took it into his mouth. He was sucking Ben's dick, right there in a public restroom! He prayed that no one would walk in because he didn't know if he'd be able to stop.

He then prayed that no cops would come and bust them. The thrill of doing something forbidden only encouraged Benji. He sucked with increased enthusiasm. His left hand held Ben's dick steady. His right hand gripped his own throbbing, aching dick.

His head bobbed up and down in a fast, steady rhythm. He flattened his left hand against the wall and took Ben into his throat. He heard Ben's breathing catch through the partition.

Ben stifled a grunt, as if he was trying to keep quiet. It must have been tough. His Ben was usually loud when they were having sex. Benji looked up to see Ben's hands curled over the top of the partition. Ben began thrusting his dick back and forth through the hole, his breath coming in pants.

While he sucked Ben off, Benji jerked his own cock, desperate to come at the same time his husband did.

"Suck it, baby," Ben hissed over the partition as he fucked Benji's mouth through the glory hole. "Don't stop. Fuck, you're gonna make me come."

Hearing Ben's words tripped Benji over the edge. Not taking his mouth off Ben, Benji moaned and then exploded. He came hard, spurting pools of semen onto the floor between their stalls. He had even splattered Ben's cowboy boot with a pearly ribbon of come.

At the same time, Ben let out a groan and Benji's mouth filled with Ben's hot, thick spunk. The first stream smacked the roof of Benji's mouth and pooled on his tongue. Volley after volley of the hot liquid made Benji swallow over and over. After Benji swallowed down every drop of Ben's spunk, Ben pulled out and Benji sat back on his heels and watched him through the hole.

Ben stumbled backwards, his jeans still pooled around his cowboy boots. He slumped down onto the toilet seat, bracing his hands on the walls, trying to steady himself. "God damn," he muttered as a shudder wracked his body.

Ben's chuckling snapped Benji out of the memory. He looked over at Ben and his smirking face. Ben's eyes darted to the side for a second and looked at him. "You're thinking about sucking me off at that glory hole, aren't you?" Benji's eyes widened and Ben laughed some more. "You are so busted." His hand moved to his crotch and he groped the big bulge. "I'm thinking about it too. Shit, if I didn't think I'd crash the truck, I'd let you suck me off again right now."

Benji laughed. "Oh, you'd 'let' me? That is so generous of you."

"It sounds more manly than 'I'd beg you'," he said, his laughter growing louder.

***

Ben turned the semi-truck into the Ace truck entrance and parked it in the back lot. While he moved their bags to Ben's pickup truck, Benji took Toby over to a grassy spot to relieve himself.

By the time they arrived home, they were both exhausted.

"It's so good to be home," Benji said with a yawn.

After making sure Toby got outside and had full water and food dishes, they got ready for bed. They tossed their bags aside, deciding to deal with them in the morning.

Benji cut off the bathroom light and almost tripped over his feet when he saw Ben. He had turned down the blankets and was sitting in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard. His legs were splayed apart. His right hand was slowly sliding up and down his massive hard-on. Benji's dick went from flaccid to painfully erect in less than two seconds.

"Come to bed, baby," Ben said, his voice deep and growly. "I wanna fuck my husband in our own bed."

Benji grabbed the bottle of lube off their nightstand and jumped on top of Ben, straddling his lap. He poured some slick into his hand and reached behind him. He pressed a pair of fingers into his ass, slicked Ben's cock up and sank down on it until it was buried all the way inside him.

"Oh my fucking god," Ben moaned.

Once the burn of entry passed, Benji began to move. He wrapped his arms around Ben's neck and began sliding up and down. Ben gripped Benji's hips, helping his boy move.

"I like doing it like this," Benji panted. "Sitting up, I mean."

"You feel so fucking good, baby. Damn, your cock is leaking snot all over me."

Ben's hands slid around to cup and squeeze Benji's ass cheeks. He pulled up and pushed down, helping Benji to work himself on Ben's cock.

Benji held on tight to his man. He rubbed his dripping dick all over Ben's furry belly with each movement of his hips, fully impaling his ass onto Ben's girth while Ben pushed up.

"I'm getting close, Ben. You're so big," Benji moaned. "So fucking thick!"

Ben smacked Benji's right ass cheek. The sound echoed through the room. "Watch your mouth, boy. I don't wanna hear my baby cussing. Leave that shit to me."

Benji gasped and moaned, his entire body shuddering. "Ben..."

Ben slapped Benji's other ass cheek, getting another moan from Benji.

Benji grabbed both of Ben's wrists. "No more," he pleaded.

Ben easily pulled from Benji's grasp and spanked both hands on Benji's ass.

"Fuck!" Benji cried, his back arching.

Ben leaned forward and nipped Benji's neck with his teeth. "What did I just tell you? I think you forget who's in charge here. I got both of my arms now, boy," Ben growled. "I think you need a reminder what I can do with them."

He pulled free from Benji's hands, gripped Benji tightly around the back and pushed forward. Without leaving Benji's body, he managed to push Benji onto his back. Kneeling between Benji's legs, Ben grabbed Benji's wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Oh god," Benji groaned, tugging at his wrists.

Ben watched Benji try to escape. It was useless. The boy wasn't going anywhere unless Ben wanted him to. Ben was bigger and stronger, though all Benji had to do was say the word and Ben would let him up in a flash. But the fire in Benji's eyes told him that he wanted this.

Ben held Benji down by the wrists, his fat cock buried inside his baby to the hilt. He didn't move his hips. Benji arched his back up and fell back to the bed and whimpered.

"Move, Ben. Please," Benji pleaded. His eyes misted over. "I need to come. Please make me come!"

Ben's cock throbbed inside Benji's ass. "Damn, you beg so fucking sweet."

Ben pulled back and snapped his hips forward hard. Benji moaned loudly, his body bucking upwards. Ben continued to slam into Benji's ass, jackhammering the head of his cock against the boy's prostate.

Ben looked down at the little man underneath him. Benji tugged his arms, trying in vain to pull his wrists free. His body thrashed underneath Ben. His moans and whimpers grew higher in pitch.

"I'm coming," Benji cried. "Oh my god, I'm coming!"

Benji tightened his legs around Ben's waist and his body tensed up. He cried out Ben's name as his climax hit hard.

Benji coming underneath him set off Ben's orgasm. It hit him hard, like a fist to the nuts. He drew in a deep gasp of breath as his body emptied every ounce of spunk through his cock into Benji's convulsing ass. Ben lost count of how many jets he fired into Benji. All he knew was that he was completely drained. He'd probably shoot dust if he tried to have one more orgasm today. He groaned, his throat sore from shouting.

As he came down from his climax, Ben loosened his grip on Benji's wrists and slid them into Benji's hands, interlacing their fingers together.

Benji looked up at Ben. "You're my everything, Ben. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."

"You won't ever have to find out, baby. I'm never gonna leave you. I'm gonna be here forever."

Ben dipped his head down and the newlyweds shared a slow, sensual kiss.

***

Brandon leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching Lonnie cook dinner in their new kitchen. The little man was darting around the kitchen like a dynamo. He was multitasking his ass off, really impressing Brandon with his skills.

Lonnie never ceased to amaze Brandon.

Brandon was definitely getting used to this life. Lonnie treated him like a king, and Brandon treated Lonnie like he was God's gift, because that's what he was. He didn't know what he did to deserve Lonnie, but he wouldn't question it. Not anymore.

Lonnie flipped through three drawers before he found the wooden spoon he wanted. "I can't remember where we put stuff," he laughed. "I love this kitchen, by the way."

"I'm glad. You picked out the cabinets and hardware and the counters, you know."

Lonnie turned around and looked at Brandon. "Yeah. I didn't know I was picking out stuff for us. I thought I was helping out the company. I thought you wanted my opinion on decorating." He turned back around and stirred the pot on the cooktop.

Brandon moved up behind Lonnie and put his hands on his boy's slender waist. He heard Lonnie swallow, but Lonnie didn't look back at him. Brandon leaned down and kissed the top of Lonnie's head, and buried his nose in the soft, silky hair, sniffing in that wonderful, sweet shampoo scent he used. He brushed aside the hairs covering the nape of Lonnie's neck and planted a kiss there, nibbling and sucking.

"Mmm," Lonnie moaned. "Your beard feels so good against my skin... and your mouth...."

Brandon pulled back, letting Lonnie's hair fall back to cover his neck. He let his forehead rest on the top of Lonnie's head and he moved his body closer to Lonnie, needing more contact with his smaller partner.

"I knew how excited you were when we were planning," Brandon told him. "I saw how proud you were that we asked for your help. It wasn't a one time thing, cupcake. We're gonna need your help flipping my old place."

"Yeah?" Lonnie asked as he stirred the stew.

"Yeah, if you wanna take it on. Otherwise, Walker will just throw up beige paint and be done with it. I know you want more job responsibilities. It's yours if you want it."

"Great!" Lonnie said as he turned around and bounced on his heels. "Because I have a bunch of ideas. For the master bed--"

Brandon laughed. He grabbed Lonnie's face in his hands and bent down and kissed him mid-sentence. Lonnie melted in his man's embrace and went limp against him, letting Brandon take his mouth.

They were interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck. That's probably the furniture delivery," Brandon said against Lonnie's lips. "I wanna keep kissing you though." He pushed his hard crotch into Lonnie's belly. "Wanna do more."

Lonnie gave Brandon's chest a push. He smiled when Brandon voluntarily stepped back; Lonnie wasn't strong enough to move the big lug. "Go take care of the delivery men while I make dinner." He looked down at the bulge laying along Brandon's hip and pointed at it with his spoon. "And you better do something with that before you answer the door, otherwise they'll know you're a sex-starved pervert."

Brandon growled and gnawed playfully at Lonnie's neck. "I'm starved for my cupcake. Starved for that hot little ass. Gonna eat you up tonight, cupcake."

Lonnie closed his eyes as a shudder ripped through his spine.

Brandon chuckled and gave Lonnie one last kiss, before walking off with a grin to answer the door. Lonnie smacked Brandon's ass with the spoon, leaving a wet spot on the back of the man's jeans. Brandon turned around and held up a finger. "Don't think you won't be punished for that later."

Lonnie just smiled. He went to put the spoon back in the pot. "Shoot," he mumbled and tossed it into the sink. As much as he loved Brandon, he didn't want to stir their stew with a spoon covered in Brandon's ass cooties. He pulled open a drawer, shut it and then went to the next one before he found another spoon.

***

"Oh, wow," Benji exclaimed as he ran his hand over the motorcycle. "It's sexy. This is the one you had built?"

The custom Harley-Davidson was hot -- black, red and chrome, all perfectly shiny. Benji walked around the big bike while Ben stood to the side with his hands across his chest.

"This is the one," Ben said. He lowered his voice to a husky growl. "You're gonna look damn good sitting on the back of it. And you're gonna look even better bent over it."

Benji's eyes darted to the salesman standing a few yards away. He tugged the front of his shirt down over his groin. "Hurry up and sign the paperwork, Ben."

Once they got home, they dropped Ben's truck off and Benji got his helmet. He strapped the helmet on and stopped. He stared at the bike, but couldn't bring himself to get on.

"You okay, baby?" Ben asked.

Benji looked over at Ben. Ben was looking at him, but he couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses. He still knew that Ben's expression was concerned. Benji couldn't help but think of the accident and how Ben had been hurt.

"Come here," Ben said quietly. He pulled Benji close and put his arms around the smaller man.

Benji leaned against Ben and breathed in his musky scent, which calmed him a little bit.

"You don't have to be scared, baby," Ben whispered. "I'll be extra careful."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"I just don't want you to get hurt." Benji took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. I can do this. I do this all the time."

He hopped on the back of the bike and grabbed onto Ben with a death grip. Ben throttled the engine and with a roar they took off.

As they drove, Benji started to relax. He forgot how much he loved riding with Ben. It felt good, the wind on his face, the rumbling vibrations underneath his butt, Ben's hard body in front of him.

After a leisurely two-hour ride, taking mostly deserted back roads, they finally returned home. Once they pulled the bike into the garage, Ben dropped the kickstand and cut the engine off.

"That was fun," Benji said.

Ben got off the chopper and rolled his head on his shoulders, stretching and popping his neck. Benji watched him stretch his arms over his head.

Benji wet his lips. Damn, his man looked good. He still had his sunglasses and half-helmet on with the strap unbuckled, and with his thick horseshoe biker 'stache, it made him really look the part of a tough biker. Benji could see the outline of Ben's semi-hard dick pushing down the pant leg of his worn blue jeans. His shirt had damp sweat stains soaking the armpits. Benji's husband was a man, no doubt about it. Riding on the bike had him half-erect. Looking at Ben got him the rest of the way there.

"Shut the garage door, Ben," Benji said while he groped his dick in his jeans. His voice was quiet and husky and Ben's eyes snapped up to Benji's.

"Fuck, baby," Ben groaned as he looked Benji up and down.

While Ben took care of the door, Benji pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He pushed his jeans and underwear down and they dropped around his ankles, pooling around his shoes. Whoops, he forgot to take his shoes off first.

Before he could even get at the shoes, Ben grabbed him, spun him around, and bent him over the bike.

"This what you want, baby?" Ben growled in his ear, as he pushed his hard cock into the crack of Benji's ass.

"God, yes." Benji tried to lift his leg to pull off his shoe, but Ben pushed his leg back down.

"Leave it."

Benji heard the rip of a lube pack and then felt the cool gel being applied to his ass. A pair of fingers slid in and stretched him out. Ben was hurried and rushed in his preparations and that only turned Benji on more. He loved it when Ben got hot like this, like he couldn't wait to take Benji.

Benji tried to spread his legs further, but his jeans around his shoes kept them too close. "Ben--"

"I said leave it."

Ben pushed a hand on Benji's back and bent him forward. Ben's legs moved to the outside of Benji's and the head of his big cock pushed its way inside him.

Benji grabbed anywhere he could on the bike to steady himself. "Yes, Ben," he moaned as Ben entered him.

Ben braced himself with one hand gripping Benji's shoulder, the other holding Benji by the hip.

"Now, Ben. Fuck me."

With a grunt, Ben started to move. Slow at first, then faster. His body slammed into Benji's over and over, the muffled sound echoing through the small garage.