Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2010 10:14:52 -0500
From: softline@Safe-mail.net
Subject: Ben and Ken: Some ice-cream and an orgasm

Okay, instead of continuing "Hay Fever" (bisexual/young-friends) an idea
came to my mind that I simply had to follow first. The idea was to describe
the "masturbation-mentoring" of a boy -- in public. It was fun, and I hope
it is fun for you to read, too! Of course there's potential for more, but I
only write this kind of stuff when I'm in the mood for it which is not that
often, I'm afraid. Maybe if you give me feedback I'd feel obliged... ;)

If you're interested in the "another story" mentioned by Ken, read "Hay
Fever".

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Ben and Ken: Some ice-cream and an orgasm

Hi everybody! My name is Ken, and I am 26 years old. I wanna tell you a
story about my buddy Ben and me. Ben and Ken, quite funny, isn't it? Well,
it's not the only funny part. Ben -- or as I sometimes call him: Benji - is
a cute little boy who turned 12 years old six months ago, and he's the son
of a good friend of mine, Jennifer. Jenny had gotten him very early, she
was only 14 by then, and I am a little bit to blame for that for I played a
large role in her discovering of the thing called sex... and what can I
tell you, she really liked it (but that's another story)! Ben's not my son,
though. His father is absent very often due to his career, so Benji and me
share a lot of time together. And we enjoy it. We talk about everything,
but up to the point where this story takes place we hadn't talked about
sex. Not everyone starts to, you know, fuck when you're eleven years old...
like I did! But that's, as I said, another story.

My wife, Emily, likes him very much, too, but not as much as I do.
Sometimes I wonder if I like him too much, if you know what I mean, and
what I'm about to tell you now doesn't help suppressing that... but should
I suppress it? Or is it a natural side of me? And besides, love can do no
harm, can it?

Anyway, let's get on to the story. It was a warm summer day in september,
and I rang at Jenny's to collect Ben for some ice cream in a cafe. The
door opened quickly, and the boy jumped right into my arms. "Kenny, there
you are!", he squealed.

"Sure I am", I laughed, struggling with the weight of my cute little
fellow. And cute he was: brown eyes, full lips, a bright smile, and boy,
did he smell good today...

"Oh, stop it, Ben", Jenny laughed from behind, "don't hurt him! Hi Kenny",
she smiled. I let go of Ben and Jenny and I exchanged little kisses. "So,
you're off for some ice cream?" she asked. "Have fun, I'll collect him
later when I'm done here."

"Okay. Bye!", Ben shouted and ran to my car. "Kids...", I grinned, and
Jenny grinned back: "Kids, yeah... have fun!" Quickly I followed my little
friend and soon we arrived at the cafe. We sat down and ordered a Coke
first. Benji was all about the latest PS3-games and soccer and so on, kid
stuff, and I enjoyed him babbling about all of this, it reminded me of my
youth and, well, I really liked the sound of his voice and the sight of
him, his eyes, his hair and of course his cute mouth...

"So, did you watch soccer last night? Whoa, such a great game,
last-minute-goal for the win, I was, fuck, that was so great!", he'd just
said.

"Mind your language, Benji!", I grinned.

"Oh, what the heck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!", Benji teased me and I
gave him a playful hit on the head. He answered with a series of slaps
which I had trouble fighting off. Oh, he was so cute!

"Erm..."

It was the waiter. We stopped our childish fighting-game. He handed us our
Coke and asked if we wanted anything else now. We didn't. We had plenty of
time for ice cream and hadn't chosen yet.

I expected Ben to continue babbling after the waiter left, but he didn't.
Instead he seemed to stare at nowhere, and then he licked his lips. Oh,
those lips... I really would have liked to kiss them, I suddenly
realized. Was it wrong? I didn't know.

"So... is there anything else you wanna talk about?", I asked after a
while.

"Well...", Ben said and squinted at me.

"Yes?", I encouraged him.

"Uhm, you... promise not to laugh?", he asked. Suddenly he looked nervous,
shy, insecure. He could be like that, he wasn't a tough boy all the time,
well, I guess, every boy hitting puberty is a bit insecure, but Ben could
be really thoughtful and dreamy at times. I liked him very much for it, for
both of his sides.

"I promise", I said.

"Well... my friend Marc and I, we had a little... sleepover last month,
and, uhm, he kinda... introduced me... to some things you can do with
your... uhm..."

"...weener?" I suggested, as serious as I could.

He seemed a bit relieved. "Yes, your weener", he grinned. "You know, uhm,
making it... making it feel good." He blushed and squinted again at me.

"So...?"

"So... do you... do you do it, too?", he asked and bit his lip. Oh, how
cute was that?

"Yes, I do", I told him. "But, as you know, I have a wife, and there are
certain things you can do with your wife that feel even better", I added.

"Like... real sex?" Now he looked openly at me, his eyes wide open.
Boys... once they get to know the subject, they want to know everything
about it. "So, uhm, well, how often do you guys do it?", he asked, slowly
forgetting about his shyness.

"Oh, uhm, well, I guess we do it every day, and when she's not there or she
doesn't want it, I, you know, make myself happy", I answered truthfully. I
could see Ben's growing excitement now. He squirmed on his chair a bit.

"So, it's normal, right? Once a day? That's... not very often", he said,
his face now coloured in shing red.

Inside I laughed, outside I looked him in the eyes and asked: "So, how
often do YOU do it?"

His mouth opened, then closed again. "Phew.... uhm... well, I, uhm promise
me not to laugh!"

"Hey, I promised already", I smiled.

He smiled back, then pulled a face. "I think I'm kinda... you know...
addicted to it... I... uhm, I do it at least three times a day, sometimes
even more... and I can't help it, you know, it's like I'm getting really
excited and I'm getting a headache or something when I don't... uhm... is
that normal?!" He seemed to be really worried.

I patted his head, stroking his soft hair. "Don't worry, buddy, it's
completely normal, you know, when I was your age, I had the same 'problem',
it was like I really needed to cum four or five times a day or I was too
nervous to do anything. It's just the beginning of puberty, I guess,
everything is new and exciting... when you get older you'll get used to it
and you won't have this... needs so often anymore."

That was quite a relief for him. He smiled at me, said thanks and took a
sip of his coke. Then he bit his lip and seemed to stare at nowhere
again. I grinned.

"So... are you... you're... you're excited right now, aren't you?", I
asked.

He pulled a face. "Uhm... kinda..."

"Mhm. What are you gonna do about it?"

"I... I don't know... I'm with you, I can't... uhm, you know, oh, fuck,
this is embarassing", he said.

"No, it's not, my little friend! It's completely okay. Look, if you want,
uhm, why... why don't you use the restroom for a, uhm, a quick relief?", I
grinned.

He looked at me. "It's over there. I'd have to cross the whole room", he
said with a great seriousness in his voice.

"And... that's... a problem?"

He blushed even more. Then he lowered his voice and said: "I... I have a
BONER..."

I couldn't help it. I giggled. And then I took a quick look at his crotch.
Oh yes, I thought, you have! He could hide most of it, but there was a
visible bulge in his pants, and... OMG, it was throbbing! This boy was
really horny! My mouth went dry.

"Hey, don't you look at me like that!", he said, but he said it with a
nervous giggle, so I think it was okay.

"Sorry, I apologize. Uhm, well... look, I have this magazine here, you
could take it with you and... carry it in a way that the other guests and
the waiter can't see your little Ben... or not-so-little Ben", I smiled.

He thought about it and frowned. It was too cute to watch him think. "I
might... try it!", he then said, grabbed the magazine, stood up, positioned
it in the right way and off he was. Luckily, I caught a glimpse of the
bulge... nice, I thought, and I noticed my own penis coming to life. Soon I
was semi-hard, and as I thought of cute little Ben going at it right now in
the stalls, the prefix "semi" soon was no more. Emily would be home that
evening, I thought, oh yes, I would bang her so hard... fucking my cock in
and out of her juicy pussy imagining Benji right beside us stroking his
cute hard boyboner...

OMG, there he was, sooner as I expected. "Now that was quick... you were
'successfull'?", I asked.

"Nah", Benji replied. "I couldn't... it STINKS in there", he frowned.

"So you're... still hard?" I asked.

"Of course!", he whined. "And in half an hour or so mom will be here, and I
have to buy some shoes with her, how can I do that when I'm thinking
of... IT the whole time?" He was worried. He really was worried. This was a
real problem for him, and I had to solve it.

"Uhm, Ben, do you, you know... make sperm yet?", I asked.

"No. It's still dry. But Marc does! I saw him shoot. Looked freaky", he
said.

"Okay, then why... why don't you do it... right here? In your pants?", I
heard myself speaking.

"What?! There are PEOPLE in here!", he blurted out. And then, quietly: "And
besides... how do I do that?"

"Listen, when I was your age, I made myself cum in school just from
crossing my legs and pressing my penis rhythmically using my thighs. Know
what I mean? It works..."

"It does?" He looked unsure, but I could see he considered the
possibillity.

"Yes... I remember it to be very hot... I, uhm, I can read this magazine
while you're... busy."

"Oh, uhm... okay, I guess?

"Listen, this is an emergency-situation, and you have to deal with it. It's
either that or go shopping with your mom and a boner in your pants."

Benji grinned. It looked so cute! His face was still red, but he had his
legs crossed already, and I could see his muscles working a bit. His right
arm went below the table, right to his crotch. He looked concentrated as he
adjusted his boner. Then his hand came back and I noticed some
muscle-flexing again. He tested if it worked. He looked at me.

"It's... quite ok", he said.

"Yeah, but keep it low, you have to do everything below the table. You can
also... press your penis with a finger from outside your jeans sometimes,
but don't do it too often or people will notice."

"Okay. It... it works", he smiled nervously. The table hid almost
everything from view, and he tried to be discrete, but he was pressed a bit
too tightly against the table, and the nervous wringling of his hands
didn't help either... if one would look, he could notice... and it also was
obvious how excited this 12yo boy was. His breath quickened, like he was in
a race or something, and his cheeks were bright red. Ah, the joys of
youth... always horny!

"Breathe slowly... try to stay calm...", I suggested. He did as he was
told. I could hear him breathe as he tried to let out his breath in longer
intervals. Then he raised his hands to his face and closed his eyes. He
breathed at his hands, cute boyish hands, I thought. He bit his lip, he
frowned, he sighed. He stroked his face, as if he was washing it, he pulled
at his hair a bit... then he suckled, he suckled at his hands, oh man, I
thought, this was so hot, but I had to stop him.

"Ben... Benji... that's too much, ok?"

He opened his eyes and glanced at me, dreamily, wildly. "Okay, sorry, uhm,
I just... I had this fantasy...", he stammered.

"Yeah? Wanna tell me?"

"What, no... no... uhm..."

"I could tell you... what I did when I was your age... what I did with
Emily. Would you tell me then?"

His mouth fell open. "I... I guess!", he gasped.

"So you really wanna hear a sexy experience?" I knew he couldn't
resist... he was so horny, he would have done anything to hear it.

"Yes! Please! Please tell me!", he begged.

I bent over, smelled him, oh, the fragrance of an aroused boy!, and
whispered into his ear: "Okay. Well, one time Emily and me visited my
cousin Timmy. You know, Timmy's gay, but Emily wanted to seduce him or
whatever, well, we were really naughty kids, I guess, so we played truth or
dare, and I dared him to... to sleep with Emily."

"Whoa... what... FUCK!", Benji gasped.

I couldn't help it. This was too great. "Yeah, right, to fuck my
girlfriend. And he did. Soon we were all naked, and Emily rode him, you
know, she sat on his cock which was going in and out of her pussy, and
I... guess what I did!" I looked him in the eyes. Our faces were close. I
could feel his breath, I could smell it, coke-flavoured boybreath. From my
position I had quite a good view of Ben's thighs pressing his boycock
through his jeans. He bent over to make it more intense. He pressed his
cock with his right hand, too. I pulled it back on the table. "Too
obvious", I warned him.

"But I really need to cum soon!", he whined into my ear. "It's hot and
everything, but I'm not sure if it's enough to make me cum...!"

"It is, believe me. Just keep going. Now, tell me, what do you think I did
when Emily fucked Timmy?" I turned my ear to his panting mouth.

"I... don't know, you... you... did you... *pant *pant... uhm... put
your.... weener... into her mouth or something?", he guessed.

"No", I answered. "I fucked Timmy's mouth and sucked at Emily's bouncing
breasts until I came!"

"Oh man... oh.... oh man...", Ben moaned. "Did he... did he like it?"

"He loved it. He loved cocksucking...", I whispered.

"Oh fuck..."

"Are you cumming?" I asked. I couldn't help it. "Don't! You have to tell me
your fantasy first!"

I felt his ragged breath at my ear. "Okay, uhm, I, oh yeah, I, uhm, there's
a girl... in my class... she... she has a boyfriend... he's, like, 14
already.... I imagine... uhm, I imagine them... fucking... while... I'm,
I'm sucking her titsss..." He was literally drooling.

"She has tits already?" I asked.

"Yeah. Big ones. Oh man..."

"Emily had tits, too, when she was 12, and I fucked her. Would you like to
fuck that girl?"

He gasped. "Ah..."

"Imagine her naked. Imagine your cock between her tits. It's called a
titfuck. I guess you'd like that?"

"Yeah, I, fuck, oh, yes, OH, FUCK, I'm about t..."

"Excuse me."

Shock! We hastingly returned to our normal seating-positions, the
tablecloth luckily still covering Ben's throbbing boycock... and my
mancock. Oh man. What a situation!

"So, you'd like some ice-cream now?", the waiter said. He seemed not to be
bothered by Ben's heavy breathing or his rugged hair. After all that's his
job, isn't it? Surprisingly the boy was first to regain consciousness.

"Uhm, I... uhm, I'd like a strawberry-cup, please", he croaked in a hoarse
voice.

"Yeah, and uhm, I'll have the fruit-cup", I added.

"Of course", the waiter said. "Is everything else alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, thanks", I smiled. Ben nodded his head furiously,
then shook it: "Yes, things couldn't be better!", he shouted out a bit too
loud, but the waiter bought it and went off. Ben turned over to me almost
instantly. "Paricularly MY thing", he whispered, then laughed. I laughed
with him, then looked around. Noone was looking at us.

"So, uhm, could you hold it? You didn't cum, right?" I asked.

"No, I didn't. But I was close. It was tickling already, a little
bit... Now THAT would have been embarassing, cumming in front of the
waiter!"

"Talking of cumming, I forgot, the best is to bury your face in your arms,
just like you do it when you're sleeping in school. So your moans will be
muffled and noone can see your grimacing face."

"My what?" he grinned.

"You never thought about how you look like during an orgasm? It looks
funny, believe me", I laughed, remebering Timmy's or Emily's faces while
they were cumming... from getting fucked by my hard cock.

"Okay... I'll do that... hiding my face... when I'm there... and I guess
I'll have to record my cum-face with my iphone soon", he grinned. "You
know, when Marc was cumming I just looked at his weener." Then his face
took a serious expression again, he concentrated and he bent over, sticking
out his boyish bubblebutt, continuing to masturbate himself to a public
orgasm. His mouth was half open; I could see his red tongue. He licked his
lips. Some saliva glistened there. "Oh man, this is so nice...", he
sighed. Then, suddenly, he squirmed on the chair a bit, kind of pressing
himself firmly onto it, grinding onto the edge.

"Why do you do that?", I asked.

"I... uhm... oh, I... like the feeling, you know... rubbing... on my
ass..."

"Oh, I see. I like it, too. A butt can be very sensitive", I told
him. Maybe you could blame me, but I needed to know more as much as he
needed to cum. "Uhm, you and Marc...", I said.

He looked at me. "Yeah?"

"You wanna tell me about what you did together?"

His eyes, half open, flickered. He squirmed some more. "Uhuh. Okay. Uhm,
well, we... he told me about... jacking off and stuff, and then
we... practiced..."

I loved where this was heading. "With each other?"

"Yeah... we took turns... we even... you know... kissed... to see what it's
like!"

Oh my. The thought of these two beautiful boys kissing each other made me
so fucking horny, I was about to cum in my pants, too. "And... how was it?"

"Nice... It was... oh fuck..." He stopped, closed his eyes, then opened
them again. His face looked stressed; I knew that expression, he would cum
any second now. He looked around, nervously, if anyone could see him. He's
a good boy, I thought, assuring himself noone looks at him while he's
cumming. Noone except me, of course. He seemed to be content. His glances
got more rapid, more random. He put a finger in his mouth. He fucking put a
finger in his mouth and sucked on it!

"Why... why do you do THAT? Your... your fantasy?", I asked breathlessly.

"Yeah... I'm... I'm thinking... of sucking cock", he said in a whiny tone,
OMG, he was a bit embarrassed, this was too cute; I reached over and
lightly stroked his face. "It's okay... I did it myself... often", I
said. He looked at me, panting hard, gasping... "oh...", he sighed, unable
to speak... then he looked at me, and this time I didn't stop him, I saw
his right hand disappearing below the table, and I knew he was pressing,
tickeling and stroking the bulge his incredibly stiff boycock made in his
jeans, I knew that feeling, it's a bit like vibration. He looked at me,
panting, "oh man, this's good, nice... yeah, feels... intense...", he
gasped between hot breaths, and I smiled at him. Then I looked at the
door. It opened. Two young teenage girls, just wearing a top and tight
pants, entered the cafe. Woah, I thought, nice tits, and without thinking
I reached out to turn Ben's face towards them, "what, hey...", he said,
then stopped, then his eyes widened, he gasped, "would you like to fuck
them?", I whispered into his ear, and he nodded, he gasped, turned to me
and he groaned and breathed hard on my face, I realised he couldn't hold
it, so I grabbed him and pulled him towards me, embraced him, and he
pressed his face against my shoulder, I stroked the back of his head, I
could hear him moan and sigh, "aaaaaaaaaahhhhrrrrr...!", I heard, and I
knew he was cumming, his little hard boycock was spasming, throbbing,
quivering in his pants, oh yeah, I thought, how I'd like to suck that cock
some time, yeah, that would be nice...

It was a long and intense orgasm Benji experienced. The girls went along
our table, and Benji stared at them. "Is he ok?", one of the girls asked.

"Yeah, he's just a bit upset", I told them.

"Oh, ok. Sorry", and off they went.

After a while he looked at me, with a dreamy expression on his cute
face. "Thanks, man", he sighed, still rather out of breath. "I needed
that."

"You're welcome", I answered. "But tell you what, now I am horny, too. What
shall I do?"

Benji laughed. "You know, you could go to the restrooms to relieve
yourself", he giggled, imitating me.

I did. I adjusted my throbbing cock and went for it. "Two minutes", I told
Ben. Well, I needed just one. When I returned, Jenny was there.

"Sorry, had to pee", I told her.

"Yeah... to PEE", Benji giggled.

"What's going on here?", Jenny smiled.

"Ah, nothing, he's just the silly boy you raised", I said.

"Hehe. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"We did, right?", I grinned at Ben.

"Ah, it was kinda boring, and we're stll waiting for our icecream!", he
giggled.

But then it came. Jenny had a coffee with us, then we left. Just before
they went shopping for shoes, Ben whispered to me: "You'll have to tell me
more of what you did with Emily and Timmy!"

"I will, boy. I will", I answered, smiling.