In last week's installment of In Pieces, Ryan and Ben found themselves with some alone time before they plan to meet the others to do some shopping. They decide to take a shower. Let the fun begin! See how they're doing in this week's chapter! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
In Pieces #63 (15.4)
Ryan repeated his ministrations with the matching
conditioner, then carefully guided Ben’s head beneath the spray to rinse
everything off. Beside the hair care products,
Ryan noticed a small bottle of body wash.
He popped the cap and sniffed. Seemed pleasant enough. He poured some
onto one palm, then replaced the bottle on the shelf and rubbed his hands
together to spread the gel.
“That for me?” Ben asked, his eyes fixed on Ryan.
“Absolutely,” Ryan replied. “Nothing but the best for you.
Step toward me just a little.” He didn’t want the water to run over Ben’s
shoulders before he was ready to rinse. He began to skim his hands across Ben’s
chest, loving the feel of Ben’s wet skin beneath his palms. He soaped up every
inch he could reach while standing, then dropped to his knees with a fresh squeeze
of body wash and ran his hands up and down Ben’s smooth legs.
“That feels nice,” Ben said.
“You feel nice.” Ryan let his hands linger on Ben’s balls,
squeezing gently. On impulse, he sucked the tip of Ben’s cock into his mouth,
feeling it harden beneath his touch. Ben moved closer, his fingers finding
purchase in Ryan’s hair. Ryan moved his mouth farther down Ben’s shaft,
consuming him whole. He increased the pressure of his sucking, humming into
Ben’s wet flesh, knowing it would produce sensual vibrations. At that, Ben
began to thrust harder into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan could hear the erotic noises
coming from Ben, even over the sound of the streaming water. Ben’s grip in
Ryan’s hair tightened even more as his body tensed, just before he exploded in
Ryan’s mouth in strong bursts of fluid. Ryan continued sucking as he swallowed,
never letting up until he’d milked every last drop that he could.
Ryan released Ben’s cock finally. He leaned his forehead
against Ben’s abdomen, catching his breath. He looked up when Ben tugged gently
at his hair.
“You’re so good to me,” Ben said. “I don’t deserve your
goodness.”
“It’s cause I love you.” Ryan kissed the inside of Ben’s thigh.
“And you do. Turn into the spray and rinse off. There’s more I want to do to
you, but not here.”
Ben didn’t argue, but the tremor that ran through his body
told Ryan he was as excited at the idea as Ryan was. As water streamed down
Ben’s front, Ryan busied himself with another portion of Ben’s anatomy.
Peppering Ben’s cheeks with kisses, he gently pulled the globes apart and ran
his tongue across Ben’s hole. Ben shivered again.
“Oh God, Ryan,” he moaned.
Ryan slid one wet finger inside of Ben even as he continued
to tongue him. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of being with Ben, not if he
lived to be a hundred. Ben was all he wanted or needed in his life, and nothing
would change that. “Want another finger?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
Ryan readily complied, pushing both fingers toward a certain
spot inside of Ben. He knew he’d reached it when Ben cried out wordlessly.
Twisting his fingers, he hit the spot again and again. Ben’s body vibrated at
Ryan’s touch, pushing back into it almost frantically.
“Ryan…. Oh my god…. Need you,” Ben gasped out. “In me….
Please.”
Ryan had intended to take Ben back to the bedroom so they
would have the benefit and comfort of the bed, but Ben’s voice and his own need
were too strong to deny. He clutched Ben’s hips as he rose to his feet, taking
his own aching dick in his hand as he guided it inside of Ben.
“Yesssssss!” Ben cried out.
Ryan maneuvered Ben and himself until they weren’t directly
under the water, Ben’s hands flat against the shower wall as Ryan thrust inside
of him, over and over. This felt too good to stop. They’d have time for more
lovemaking later, but they were both too caught up in this to postpone
consummation by even a few seconds.
Ryan slid his hands onto Ben’s front, over his hard nipples,
pinching them. Harder and harder he plunged, knowing he wouldn’t last much
longer. Ben’s continued thrusts, the sound of his voice, the feel of him… all
combined to send Ryan over the edge. His cock spasmed as he came inside of Ben,
holding him tightly against him as he shot his load.
Nothing was spoken between them as they stood together in
wet contentment. When Ryan felt Ben shiver, he realized they should probably
dry off and get warm. Luckily, the water was still warm, which facilitated
rinsing. Once out of the shower, they grabbed two hotel towels and rubbed each
other dry in the bedroom.
“I’m sorry now we said we’d go out,” Ben said. They lay
together on the bed, relaxed and at ease, not having bothered to dress. Yet.
“But, on the other hand, I would like to see you in a swim suit.”
Ryan felt himself blush. “Nothing special to look at,” he
began but Ben kissed his protests away.
“Hush you. You’re special, just the way you are. Besides,
it’s good exercise. I’ve been letting myself go lately.”
Ryan eyed Ben’s lean body skeptically. “This is letting
yourself go?”
Ben laughed.
“You’re in great shape,” Ryan continued. “If anything, you
could stand a little more meat on your bones.”
Ben’s eyebrows arched. “Now you sound like a Jewish
grandmother.”
“Wait till you taste my chicken soup,” Ryan teased and they
both laughed. Ryan tenderly stroked Ben’s cheek. “But you’re right. I know I
don’t get enough exercise. And swimming with you will be fun. But no Speedos,
okay?”
to be continued
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