Page 59 of When Ben Loved Tim

Which makes me all the more eager to compete. My lips are tight, my tongue firm against the underside of his cock as I retreat to the very tip. Then I go deep again, having conquered my gag reflex long ago. Tim gets into it, putting his hands on either side of my head and thrusting. All I have to do is hold on for dear life as he continues to grunt, his nuts slapping my chin a few times.

“Fuck, dude!” he says, pulling out completely. “I’m close!”

“That’s fine,” I say before opening my mouth again.

“Yeah, well, I’m not ready,” he says, reaching down to grab my arms and pull me to my feet. “I wanna see you naked.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Yup.” Tim puts his hands on his hips. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“Okay.”

I unbutton my shirt, already puffing up my chest as it’s slowly exposed. He’s going to be so disappointed! But maybe the candlelight and shadow will work in my favor. After my shirt comes off, I do my best to flex and make myself look bigger.

Tim laughs. “Relax!”

I exhale and let my arms go limp. It’s useless anyway. “I should probably start lifting weights or something,” I mumble.

“I kind of hope you don’t,” he replies. “I’m not into muscles. Skinny is way hotter.”

“Even when it comes to guys?”

Tim nods. “Yeah. I like that I can see your ribs.”

Words that I never imagined hearing, but boy are they welcome! I don’t starve myself or anything. I just have a high metabolism. Tim moves close. He places his palm on my flat stomach, moving it up to my chest, where his thumb brushes against one nipple and then the other.

“They’re so pink!” he says, like it’s a good thing.

This makes me laugh, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I guess we all have our kinks.

“Take your dick out,” he says, “so we can compare.”

I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, but it’s an intimidating request, because he’s got me beat in every category and I don’t want him to be disappointed. I’m not used to a guy taking an interest in me like this. I unzip my pants and pull down my underwear.

“Damn,” Tim says. “You’re pretty all over.”

“Pretty?” I repeat, but not incredulously. I like the sound of it.

“Yeah,” he says, putting a thumb on the base of his cock and pushing so it’s horizontal to the floor.

I do the same. Then we park them next to each other, where the obvious becomes even more apparent.

“Mine’s bigger,” he says.

“Fatter for sure,” I reply. “You’ve only got an extra inch on me.”

“Still bigger,” he repeats. “I like that.”

“So do I,” I assure him. “And since you win the contest, you should get the prize.”

I kick off my jeans and crawl backward into bed. “Come here,” I say, reaching for him.

Tim crawls on top of me and attacks my lips again. I kiss him back before grabbing his hips and pulling. When he looks down at me in confusion, I pat the mattress on each side of my chest. “Put your knees here,” I tell him.

Tim finally gets it and grins. Soon that magnificent cock of his is fucking my mouth, and I decide to remain there for the rest of my life. I’ve found my purpose and my place!

While gripping the headboard, he looks down at me. “I’m close again,” he says.