Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 11:26:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Ray Cassidy Subject: Saturday Nights with Benji My first attempt at a story with no dialogue. Comments most welcome to babylonman05@yahoo.com Saturday Nights With Benji by Stephen Kraine Nights with 8 year old Benji were always the absolute best. His mother had been bringing him over for an overnight every Saturday for months. She had to work the night shift at the hospital once a week, and Saturdays worked the best because I was available to watch Benji. I, as the trustworthy 52 year old divorced neighbor was always happy to lend a hand to a hardworking mom. Whether she knew the kind of ways we entertained ourselves was always in question. She hinted once in a while that she knew we played games that were "unusual" but as a woman of the 90s she figured as long as Benji remained excited at the overnight's with his friend Bill, no harm was done. Benji and I had fairly common routine we had worked out over the months and it varied little. At 8 pm every Saturday night I would answer the doorbell to find Benji standing at the door, a big grin on his face, as his mother waved from the car. I'd reach an arm out and Benjy, with a big giggle, would wrap his little arms around my forearm and jump as I lifted him into my arms. When the door would closed he'd wrap his legs around my waist and snuggle up to me, wiggling and squeezing. I'd laugh and carry him into his bedroom to drop his backpack. I would nuzzle his neck and feign disgust at what a dirty, smelly little boy he was, and he would laugh, telling me he needed a bath. I'd carry him to bathroom and draw a hot bath for him while he took his clothes off. He'd always have a little boner while he stood there waiting for the bath to be ready. Then when I went to lift him into the bath, he'd laugh and start running. The last thing I would see would be his creamy little butt cheeks as he ran squealing from the bathroom, leading me on a chase that would find him crouching under the dining room table. I'd crawl under the table, grab him around the waist, and with both of us laughing, carry him to the bathtub. I'd kneel at the edge of the tub, and give him a good scrubbing as we talked about the things we had done that week. I always had to be careful because if I washed his cocklet a little to vigorously he'd cum. Benji had an enormous capacity to cum at the slightest stimulation and could do it over and over with no apparent limit to the frequency or number of orgasms. I always liked to save his first orgasm for later. At 8 he was not yet producing anything other than dry orgasms, but it certainly never diminished his desire to have them. After the bath I would dry him off and carry him to his bed, tucking him in and exchanging knowing grins about what was to come. As soon as he was tucked in I would retire to my bedroom and get undressed. By this time my cock would be hard as a rock and leaking precum. I'd climb under the sheets and before turning of the light put a small squeeze of baby oil in the palm of my hand. Preparation was an important part of our ritual. As soon as I switched off my light it was Benji's signal and I'd hear the pad of little feet coming into my bedroom. I'd wait quietly till I could see his outline standing next to my bed and then I would ask him what was wrong. He'd say he was scared of the dark and ask if he could sleep with me. I'd pull the sheet back and he would climb in, unable to suppress his giggles. As soon as the sheet was pulled over us he would snuggle up close to me. I'd be laying on my side and he would try to get as much of the front of his body up against mine, his little hard cock pressed against my stomach as he nuzzled my neck. I would pull him up till his little head was on my pillow then we'd kiss, softly at first then with more passion. My tongue would slip in his mouth and he would suck it hungrily, making little mewing noises as his little cock rubbed against my hairy stomach. I'd always reach down and put my oiled hand flat against his little cock and balls. I would rub it gently a couple of times and then he would spread his legs for me, allowing me to slide my hand down further till the tip of my middle finger would find his tight little boy hole. He would already be building to a shuddering climax and I would slide my middle finger deep into his tight chute and coat the walls with baby oil. My finger in his hole and the lack of pressure on his cocklet would drive him wild and he would hunch into me, wanting the palm of my hand to rub him to climax. Not wanting to tease him I would slide my hand up and after two or three good rubs he would let go with a loud high pitched squeal as his entire body went rigid with his first orgasm. The first time I ever gave him an orgasm he just shook quietly. Over time, I had taught him to let go when he came. Once he felt more comfortable with his own sexual desires he learned to squeal, scream, and let his little body thrash around in response to the wonderful spasms enveloping his lithe body. As he came down from his pent up orgasm we would kiss and fondle each other for a few minutes, then he would crawl under the sheets in what he came to call "the search." I would lay there quietly while he groped for my cock. I would first feel the grip of a little hand, then the warm wet feeling of his mouth wrapped around my cock. He couldn't take all of my thick 7 inches, but over time he had learned to take a lot of it. He had developed a technique of licking his hand so it was very wet with saliva. He would grip the base of my cock with his hot wet hand and then suck the rest of my cock deep into his mouth. The combination felt all the world like I was being deep throated by an expert. If I had allowed it, I would have cum in very short order. The movement of his tongue and the squeezing of his hand was so delicious it took every bit of concentration to avoid giving him a mouthful of hot steaming cum. After letting him suck me for a minute or two I would spread my legs and he would slide his free hand under my balls and find my waiting asshole. He always prepared his hand by rubbing it on his oily cocklet, so when he reached my asshole he had enough lube on his fingers to allow for penetration. He would take his two middle fingers and drive them up my hungry hole searching for my sensitive prostate. Putting his two little fingers on my prostate he would spread them and close them over the hard muscle, causing me to uncontrollably thrust into his mouth. He would always giggle at my lack of self control. I rarely let him do this for long because it would immediately make me feel the familiar tension of an approaching orgasm, and I wanted my first cum to be deep inside his tight rectum. After a few strokes on my prostate while he gently sucked, I'd stop him before I reached the point of no return. He'd slide up on the bed next to me and open is legs. I would pull the sheets off and climb between his legs. I would always turn on the light while reaching for the baby oil because much of the pleasure of fucking Benji was seeing him under me, splayed and panting as my cock rammed deep inside his fuck hole. With the light on I would squeeze a liberal squirt of pleasant smelling oil on my fingers and begin preparing his hole for my meaty cock. Benji loved this part of our ritual and would lift his little butt off the mattress in order to give me easy access. As I rubbed his little hole and then slid my oily fingers inside of him he would put two fingers in his mouth and let out muffled little squeals of delight. Finally, I would take a palm full of the oil and stroke my cock as I looked down at his quivering little wrinkled hole. I could easily have brought myself off by stroking a few extra time, the vision of his legs, spread invitingly before me, causing me to shudder with urgency. Once oiled up I would lift his legs and bring his tiny butt up to my bouncing cock. Once the head was pressed against his fuck hole I would slide forward and with one long smooth thrust be inside him to the base of my cock. It took us several months of gradual penetration to get his little fuck hole loosened enough so I could penetrate him with no pain, and by now he was so ready the penetration brought him nothing by unbridled pleasure. As soon as my cock was deep inside Benji, he would start lifting his ass up to my cock in an uncontrolled effort to get me deeper. An impossible need since I would have his little ring of muscle gripped around the very base of my cock. I had taken to shaving in the last few months because the image of a smooth bare cock going into his white smooth ass was far sexier without being masked by a mass of pubic hair. The first fuck of the evening would never take long. A week of anticipation and preliminary cocksucking he had given me would have me on the edge of a shattering orgasm. Furthermore, I would not cum all week, just so I could flood his tiny rectum with a man dose of hot sperm. He loved that first juicing. Spreading his legs wide I would lean forward enough to get a good angle for deep fucking, but not so far forward I couldn't watch my cock sinking balls deep into this hot little boy. I would take four or five long thrusts then hold it deep while I ground into him. The first grinding usually would bring him to an orgasm and while he squealed in pleasure his little rectum would spasm around my cock, bringing me to my first orgasm. I would grunt and cry out as my cock shot a heavy geyser of thick goo into his tense chute, then I would look into his eyes and smile at the expression that spread across his face as he felt my cum flood his rectum. By the time I had pumped two or three more time the cum would be leaking out between my cock and his tight hole, the pressure of all the sperm forcing it out and all over the bed. As my last small squirt signaled the end of my orgasm I would fall forward letting my weight rest on my elbows on either side of him. His face would be pressed against my chest and he would start sucking on my nipples. I would lay there moaning as my cock softened and my nipples turned hard as pebbles. Finally, he would grunt like he was taking a dump and force my cock out of his ass. He delighted in the sound of my cock sliding out of his hole, followed by a flood of man cream pouring out of his gaping sphincter. I'd roll to the side and he would roll with me, pushing his little body against my cum covered cock. As we lay there glowing, he would slide up and start kissing me deep on the mouth, our tongues intertwined as my cum smeared over both of us. It wouldn't take long for both of us to start getting aroused again and then he would jump off the bed and retrieve our special pillow. I had taken a piece of firm foam, cut it into a rounded square and covered it in soft satin material. Bringing to the bed, Benji would throw it down in the center of the mattress and then drape himself across it with his tight creamy globes jutting in the air. If I wasn't hard as a rock by then, just the sight of his ass thrust up, inviting me to rut with him would certainly have brought my pre fuck juices flowing. I'd get behind him and push my cock deep into his creamy hole. He would grab the front of the cushion in his tiny hand and push backwards, meeting me thrust for thrust. My initial horniness somewhat abated I could usually fuck him like this for 15 or 20 minutes, during which time he would have 2 or 3 orgasms as his cocklet rubbed firmly against the satiny material. I loved the sight of my thick dark cock spreading those smooth tiny globes. If I didn't know better from his reaction I would swear my cock was going to split him open. The framing of my shiny wet cock going in and out between two tiny little globes made my brain reel with lust. Finally, unable to control myself any longer I would ram my cock in hard and watch his little ass press flat against my hips as I would coat his rectal walls with another liberal dose of hot cum. Rolling off of him we would both lay there for a while recovering from the body bruising fuck session. After 30 minutes or so of gently touching and stroking, interrupted by some passionate kisses I would lift him up and mount him on my cock, with his front facing my feet. This was more than anything, a feast for my eyes. He would allow me to impale him and then would sit there clenching his ass muscles, sending throbs of delicious pressure up and down my cock. With one hand he would reach down and gently massage my tense balls and with the other hand he would stroke himself. His self stroking would usually bring him one, and sometimes two more orgasms, each forcing me to use supreme willpower not to cum from the exquisite rectal contractions . Despite my intense desire to flood his boy pussy with a third load of cum I would give in to his need to watch my cock shoot a load of cum. I would tell him I was close and he would climb between my legs on his knees and start stroking me. We would make eye contact frequently as he expertly stroked his tight fist up and down my throbbing cock. He would deliberately squeeze my cock hard to force the blood up to the head of my cock, making it grow thick and deep purple. As the pre fuck flowed he would occasionally rub his mouth across the head then lick the glistening moisture off his lips. Finally, I would begin humping into his hands and he would get a look of excited anticipation as he waited for the eruption. When the flow finally started it would pour out of my piss slit, running down the head and all over his tiny fist. The feeling of my hot cum running down his fingers delighted him to no end and he would giggle and laugh as I groaned and thrust. This was usually the signal we were both spent. I would see the fatigue in his eyes and he would crawl slowly up next to me. I would reach over and turn off the light and cuddle up to him. In a final move I would slowly turn him around and pull his legs up between my head. Finding his worn out little fuck hole I would bring it to my mouth and gently lick and suck on it, drinking my own cream as I sucked it out of him. As I felt him drifting off I would gently lick and probe his sensitive pucker and listen to him sigh with pleasure as he drifted off to sleep. Within minutes I would follow.