Blind In A Boy's Eye
A Short Story
Part Two
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Readers Warning: This story contains elements of love, sexual play, and experimentation between young boys. If this concept scares you, or is not to your tastes, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen, or if you are not accepting enough to enjoy such a story; then by all means go read something else. Otherwise, enjoy the joys of being a boy.
Story written by: About A Boy
* In the first chapter, twelve year old Thomas, befriended another boy, Benjamin, a new kid who had just moved into the neighborhood. Ben, It turned out, was blind. Struggling with the loss of his father, and the loneliness he felt at being in a world without sight. Thomas though, is a sweet, surprisingly intuitive youngster; who takes to the new boy right away, as he seeks his own identity in this world. And now, part two.
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In the week that followed, Benjamin and I began to spend a lot of time together. There was a fast bond growing between us, which I found both interesting, and somewhat surprising. I've always been a little shy around new people; even kids my own age. But for some reason it was just very easy to like young Ben.
Not only was he fun to be around, but somehow, on some level I sensed that he needed me. I know that sounds like kind of a deep thing tor a twelve year old to say; but it's true. I didn't feel sorry for Benjamin, or anything like that, but I certainly felt bad for him.
Then there were some other feelings that were a little more confusing for me to understand. There was definitely a growing attraction to the other boy. At twelve years old I never really even though about my sexuality or anyone else's for that matter. I mean, puberty was bringing about some wonderful, if not confusing changes to my body My young boy pistol was now loaded with live ammo, if you take my meaning; and it had quickly become my most favorite companion...
At the same time, I noticed that I was becoming increasingly interested in Benjamin and his developing body. Not just curiosity, but, in a physical way as well. Since it was early summer, we were both spending most of our time wearing nothing but loose shorts and a tee shirt. If that much... I realized that while hanging around together, I was sneaking quite a few long looks at Ben's bare legs and feet. Not to mention paying special attention to any gap in his shorts if we were just lounging around somewhere. That little open space between thigh and fabric, that sometimes gaps to reveal normally hidden flesh.
I guess I wasn't actually sneaking peeks. Benjamin is blind after all, so it's not like he would even have noticed. I felt guilty about it sometimes, but there was just something about him that made me feel good when I looked at him. This was all kind of weird, and new to me; being attracted to another boy in any way other than simple friendship.
And it didn't help matters that wherever we were, Ben continued to touch me quite often. He had explained that being blind, physical contact with people helped him to feel less invisible, and more connected with them if he was able to touch them.
I found that I didn't mind it at all, when he touched me. It was quite the opposite actually. His touch was always warm, and soft. And this may sound weird again; but when he touched me, it felt like there was something there. You know, something special between us, something meaningful.
I could feel his energy, and it made me feel all funny inside; but in a good way. I guess for him it was probably just innocent contact, touching base to feel grounded. But for me, well, I actually looked forward to it. So much so, that all of a sudden I even found myself thinking about Ben every time I jacked off at night...
These things really confused me. In some ways I was a little scared about what I was feeling. But, at the same time it all felt right to me somehow. A missing piece to a puzzle that I never new existed within me. I really wanted to talk to Ben about it, but I didn't want to risk scaring him away, and possibly losing him as a friend. I mean, we've only known each other for just over a week, so... And the truth is, I don't really know how he'd react to something like that. All of this was about to change though...
It was Friday morning, about eleven or so, and I walked across the street to Ben's house. His mom greeted me with a friendly smile when she answered the door. She seemed to really like me; especially since I had become a quick and fast friend with her son. She even told me that Ben had really opened up and seemed happy for the first time in a long while.
"Good morning Thomas. Ben's back in his bedroom, so go on back." She offered.
"Thanks." I replied with a warm smile, and I turned down the hall towards Ben's room.
"Oh, hey Mrs. Barnes... I was wondering if maybe Ben could spend the night at my house tonight?" She glanced at me curiously.
"Oh... Well, I'm not sure sweetheart. Ben hasn't spent the night away since... Well, since before the accident."
"Come on, pleaaase...!?" It's just across the street." I pleaded with her. Mrs. Barnes looked thoughtful for a moment. I could tell this wasn't Ben who was worried about it; it was his mom who was being overly protective.
"Well..." She considered. "I guess if Benjamin would like to go, then..."
"Thanks." I beamed, and turning quickly I hurried back to Ben's bedroom. I pushed his door open, and Ben was just lying on his bed with his IPod headphones on. He was bobbing his head to the beat of the music, and I smiled at the simple innocence of the sight.
I walked slowly over toward the bed and just stood there watching him for a moment. He looked really cute lying there, wearing only a pair of white board shorts. His soft tan skin looked so incredibly smooth and firm. Ben didn't even know I was there, so with a mischievous smile I reached out my fingertip and brushed it ever so softly across his right nipple.
Ben's skin instantly came alive with tiny goose bumps, and he shivered slightly as he innocently brushed his hand over his chest. After waiting a moment, I leaned in close, and pursing my lips I blew very softly across his belly, and the gentle indent of his belly button.
A quiet giggle escaped me, as Benjamin rubbed his palm over his stomach, as if brushing away something that wasn't there. With another impish grin I leaned in closely to do it again. But before I could do anything else, Ben whipped his hands out and grabbed hold of me. Rolling over, and pulling me with him, he quickly wrapped me up with his arms and legs.
He laughed playfully, as his bare legs locked together around my waist. I began to laugh as well, while I struggled to try and free myself by pushing against the soft warm skin of his smooth firm legs. Reaching down, I took hold of Ben's bare feet. He began to giggle and squirm as I started tickling the soft soles of his smallish feet.
"Stop... Stop..." He pleaded, as he fidgeted wildly in my grasp. "Seriously..." He struggled to talk between boyish giggles. "I'm gonna pee my pants..." he laughed. "Stop..." I let go of his foot and twisted around so that I was lying quite literally on top of him, pinning him to the bed while we both lay there laughing.
I continued to hold him there, lying on top of him. I looked at his boyishly cute face, while we both tried to catch our breaths. I was actually enjoying the feel of his warm body against me, and, I have to say that I was in no real hurry to let him go.
"Are you really that ticklish?" I questioned between breaths.
"Uh huh..." He replied, smiling broadly.
"So, where else are you ticklish?" I asked playfully, as I reached up to try and tickle his naked armpits. Ben squeaked and twisted under me.
"No... Don't..." He laughed imploringly. "Seriously dude, I'll pee myself." I only smiled, and wondered if he really would. I pushed myself upward onto my knees, but still straddled him.
"Guess what..? I asked your mom if you could spend the night at my house."
"Really? And she said no, right?" Ben replied confidently.
"Nu-uh. She said you can, if you want to." I told him. Ben's eyes grew wide, and a slow broad grin crossed his face.
"Seriously?!" he breathed excitedly. "That's so cool. I never get to spend the night anywhere." To my surprise, Ben sat up quickly and wrapped his arms around me in an excited hug. I closed my eyes for a moment to simply enjoy his warm and exuberant embrace. I could feel the gentle thrum of his heartbeat, as he held me chest to chest. I may have been wishful thinking, or just my imagination, but the warm hug seemed to linger for an extra long time.
Ben's mom decided she needed to run into town for a short time, and she allowed Ben to stay at home alone, with me. Another rarity it seems. According to Ben, ever since the accident, she never felt comfortable leaving him at home alone. In truth, and not to be unkind; he was rather happy to have some time away from her. She'd been smothering him protectively, and he needed some space and independence.
After she had gone, Ben and I wandered outside to lie around on the lawn for awhile in the warmth of the summer sun. We talked about silly stuff mostly; the way kids our age usually do. Just being kind of goofy, and laughing at the stupidest of things. As we sat out on the lawn, another kid that I knew rode by on his bicycle. He called out to me in greeting as he raced past.
"Who was that?" Benjamin asked casually.
"Just one of the kids from down the block, out cruising on his bike." I answered. Ben got a nostalgic look on his face.
"I miss that." He said, so quietly that I looked over at him.
"Huh..? Oh, you mean riding bikes?" I asked. Ben nodded, looking a bit forlorn.
"Yeah. Hard to ride when you can't see." Ben offered matter-of-factly. I glanced down the street, watching after the other kid on the bike as he rode out of sight. Then I thought about what Ben had just said.
"Have you tried it?" I asked sincerely. Ben turned his head curiously in my direction, and seemed to look at me like I was nuts. He waved his hand in front of his eyes as if to remind me.
"Uhh... Blind here. Can't ride a bike." He declared.
"Who told you that?" I asked. "You're blind, not stupid. Come on..." I said urgently, as I hopped up from the lawn, grabbing Ben's arm as I did so.
"Huh..?" Benjamin questioned as I pulled him up to his feet. Taking hold of his hand, I hurried us both across the street and up my driveway. Ben stood there questioningly while I opened up the garage door and went inside for a moment.
"Dude, what are you up to?" Benjamin asked, as he heard me rummaging around inside the garage. I finally rolled out alongside him, sitting on my bike. It was a BMX style bike, and it had extra foot pegs near the back axle for doing tricks and stuff.
"Come on." I insisted, taking his hand and positioning him behind my bike. "Now, step up on the pegs."
"What? Thomas I can't do this..." Ben said in an exasperated tone.
"The hell you can't. The only thing stopping you, is you. Now get on!" I told him directly. Ben put his right foot up tentatively onto one of the foot pegs. "Come on, step up." I encouraged him. With his hands on my shoulders for support, Ben leaned forward and stepped up onto the other peg. We wavered just a moment while I got my balance, and adjusted for his weight, and then I rolled forward to get us going.
Down the driveway, and out into the street we rolled as I slowly picked up speed and turned down the road. Ben's hands clutched firmly to my shirt, and his body leaned protectively forward, pressing against me in an unsettled fashion.
"Whoa..." He breathed, feeling a bit shaky at first. I began to pick up speed as I peddled us effortlessly down the block. Then, intentionally I began to sway, veering from one side of the street to the other.
It didn't take long for Benjamin to trust me, and start feeling more comfortable. Soon he had loosened his grip on my shirt, and his hands rested comfortably on top of my shoulders. "Yeahhhh....." He called out, as the wind whisked through his hair, blowing it back off his forehead. I glanced back to see the huge smile on his face. "Whooooo..." I heard him yell as we raced along through the neighborhood.
It was awesome to hear him so excited, and actually having pure, unfettered fun. Soon, his warm body was leaning forward, pressing against my back, and he actually took his hands off my shoulders to hold them up in the air like the wings of a bird. Kind of like the scene from the movie Titanic, when they were standing over the bow of the ship.
Ben was laughing. He enjoyed the sensations of riding a bike again; giggling like a little kid on Christmas morning. It made me feel really good inside, to see and hear him so happy like that.
Benjamin suddenly stooped forward and put his head down right alongside mine. He wrapped his arms around my chest in a warm hug. "Thanks Thomas..." He whispered into my ear; and he surprised me with a quick, innocent kiss on my left cheek. "Whooooo..." He hollered out loudly again, as he stood up tall on the foot pegs.
This was all so amazing to me. I felt totally happy; because he was happy. I felt all tingly, as the warmth of his body continued to press comfortably against my back. I didn't know it then, because of my young age, but I'm sure in years to come that I would look back and realize that this was the first time I had ever really fallen in love with someone.
We rode around for well over an hour that way. At one point, we even traded positions. While I stood on the rear foot pegs, Ben sat on the bike seat and peddled, steering us somewhat blindly down the street, to my verbal directions.
We only had one close call, nearly running into a parked car. "Stop... Stop!" I yelled out, a bit concerned that Ben might be scared by my urgent yell. Ben however, just laughed contentedly. It was the most 'normal' he had felt in a very long time.
When we finally got back home, Benjamin happily told his mother about the fun time we had. She listened with interest, and raised eyebrows. She was pleased, if not a little concerned about her son being out in the street on a bicycle.
Regardless, Benjamin was so ecstatic, almost giddy at having been able to feel the freedom, and the simple joy of riding a bike again like a normal kid. His excitement won over his mom, who simply begged him to 'be extra careful' if we ever did that again.
She made a nice lunch for the both of us, and then she thanked me once again for being such a good friend to Benjamin. After we finished lunch, Ben threw a few clothes and things into a daypack, and we headed back across the street to my house; both of us excited about him spending the night.
We spent the rest of the afternoon just walking around the neighborhood, talking, and just listening to music and stuff. It's kind of funny. Well, sad really, that people get some preconceived notions about people who are handicapped in one way or another and treat them like they're different. But the fact is, Ben was just a normal kid. Just like me in every way, except that he couldn't see.
He told me how some people talked down to him because he was blind; like he was stupid or something. They also treated him like he was completely helpless, which made him feel bad about himself. I guess that's why he liked me so much. Cause to me, he was just another kid. Most of the time, I barely even remembered that he was blind.
That evening for dinner, my dad grilled up some hamburgers in the back yard, while Ben and me wrestled around in the grass till it was time to eat. Then we gobbled them down like two hungry boys. They were delicious of course, and I think Ben enjoyed having my dad around. It kind of reminded him of the past, before he'd lost his own dad.
Later that evening, Benjamin and I went up to my bedroom and settled in for the night. After brushing our teeth, each of us took a pee, and then we returned to my room, where I closed and locked the door behind us.
"So... I know it's not time yet, but, what do you usually wear to bed? PJ's or..?"
"Doesn't matter to me I guess." Benjamin answered noncommittally. "Usually just in my underwear I suppose."
"That's cool..." I answered. Actually, that's what I was kinda' hoping for, and that's usually all I wore to bed. If even that...
"Wanna get ready now?" Benjamin asked suddenly.
"Sure, why not." I replied. And without further ado, we both got ready, pealing off our shirts and board shorts. Ben was wearing only a small pair of new white Jockey briefs, which quite honestly sent shivers through me. He looked totally awesome, nearly naked like that. His body was so trim, and tan, and........ Well, he just looked friggin nice, you know...
We hopped up onto my bed, propping extra pillows up behind us to get really comfortable. Sitting side by side, Ben turned on his iPod and we shared his earbuds. I put the left one in my ear, and Ben had the right one in his. Of course we had to sit closely together to make it work; but once again, I certainly had no objections to that. And since Benjamin was always wanting the human contact anyway, he was enjoying it as much as I was.
Sitting so closely that our young bodies were touching warmly, I wondered if Ben was feeling, or thinking any of the same things that I was. It was so weird, because a week ago I didn't even know Ben. And now, we were sprawled out comfortably, sitting in our underwear as if we'd grown up together.
I enjoyed the closeness of it, and the warmth of his young body. I'd never given much thought about my own sexuality; well, other than jerking off. Does that count? And now here I was, getting excited about sitting near another boy. And even though there were times in the past when I might have thought that another boy may have been cute or something, it was never anything more than an idle observation. I thought some girls were cute as well. But after getting to know Benjamin, and having these special feelings for him; well, suddenly I wondered if there wasn't something more going on here.
We continued to sit, sharing his iPod, and listening to all kinds of music, including Maroon Five, a group that we both really seemed to like. It all felt so wonderful to me; perfect in fact. Ben began to move rhythmically to the music, which I found awesome as well. He wasn't in the least bit embarrassed, or inhibited. I smiled as I looked at him, sitting in his underpants, really getting into the music like that. I would be way too self conscious to do that in front of anyone else. But Benjamin wasn't, and I grinned happily as I watched him.
"You're so cool..." I accidentally said aloud. It's what I was thinking, and it just sort of popped out of my mouth. Ben turned his head toward me with a crooked little smile on his lips.
"What?" he asked quietly over the music.
"Nothin, I... I was just thinking, well... You know. You're just really easy to be around." I told him, but I was instantly embarrassed that I had said something like that to him. Surprisingly, Benjamin just smiled softly at me.
"You're blushing..." Ben commented, surprising me even more.
"How do you know that?" I asked, shaking my head in wonder. Ben just raised his hand and gently touched it to my cheek.
"I could feel it. Your body got really warm all of a sudden." Ben explained. "And just so you know... I like being around you too." He offered softly. Sitting there with our faces barely a foot apart, I had a sudden urge just to lean over and kiss him. I actually thought about doing it for a moment, but chickened out. I didn't dare risk it. I smiled awkwardly and looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed now.
Ben lowered his hand and accidentally, or perhaps on purpose, he let it come to rest on top of my hand. After a moment his fingers timidly wrapped around mine, and without any self consciousness he gently held my hand in his. I glanced back over at him.
"Now you're the one who’s blushing." I told him quietly, but I gave his hand a little accepting squeeze at the same time. What was going on here? Was this just a private moment of innocent tenderness between two twelve year old boys? A few ticks of the clock, where two human beings allowed themselves to share a moment of vulnerability? Or did Ben have some kind of feelings for me as well?
A simple boy crush perhaps? A pubescent twelve year olds freshly activated hormones? Or was there some other kind of need inside of us. I didn't have a clue. All I knew was that this felt awesome. I really liked Ben, and the fact that I was experiencing those tingly sensation in my stomach, only served to reinforce those feelings now.
And the thing is; I had the feeling that Benjamin felt the same way toward me. I glanced over at his boyish face, and allowed my eyes to trail slowly down the smooth soft skin of his nearly naked body. I couldn't help but notice the slight tenting bulge, which was now pushing outward on his underpants. I swallowed with some excited difficulty, and suddenly became aware that I was actually sporting a stiffy of my own...
Even though Benjamin was blind, and I knew he couldn't see the newly sprouted bulge in my underwear, I was still embarrassed; and I felt somewhat nervous that he might know somehow. "So... Um, you wanna' get under the covers?" I suggested.
I shifted my position without waiting for him to answer, and already I began pulling the bedcovers down a bit. We crawled in under the covers and began to settle in, and once again our young bodies were very closely positioned next to one another.
We slid down, lying quietly on our backs, our bare arms and legs touching lightly under the cool cotton sheets. "Thomas?" Benjamin asked softly.
"Huh?" I responded.
"Can I like, ask you something?" Ben questioned. I turned my head and looked at the soft features of his face.
"Sure, anything." I told him sincerely. He hesitated, thinking of what he wanted to say.
"Do I look, you know, normal?" he asked. I laughed just a little, thinking the question was a bit odd, but Ben continued. "I mean seriously. I've been blind for over a year now. Guess I've grown a little since then, so... I don't even know what I really look like anymore." He sat there; expectant, looking quite small and vulnerable. I smiled softly and looked at the innocence of his face.
"I think... I think you're really cute." I whispered, almost to myself as much as to him. And all at once I blushed again, suddenly embarrassed by what I'd just said. Ben turned his head toward me, pulling his hand slightly away from mine.
"Please don't make fun of me." Benjamin responded quietly.
"No... I'm not, honest. I mean..." I stuttered now, "I'm not making fun of you Ben."
"Then you're teasing me?" Ben guessed. I looked at him and smiled sadly as I saw the doubt on his face. I reached over and softly touched my hand against his cheek, gently tracing my fingers over his boyish features.
"Ben, remember when you told me how you see things, just by touching them? Well, when I touch you... And when I look at you, well... Ben, you really are cute." And with that I took a deep breath, fought back my own doubts, and leaned in closely to him, kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth. There was a long, drawn out pause, and my heart was beating wildly with the unknown tension...
"You're blushing again." Ben finally commented, with a little smile. His warm hand found mine again, and we sat there wordlessly, holding each other's hands for a moment.
"Thomas..." Ben prompted.
"Yeah..?" I responded quietly.
"You're the best friend I ever had." he breathed, and I felt him lean in toward me. The next thing I knew, he had returned the tender kiss on the corner of my mouth. Our faces lingered closely together, only inches apart. My breathing was elevated, and the butterflies in my stomach were flittering wildly now. I didn't really know what was happening, but every nerve in my young body seemed to come alive in a pleasant tingle.
We still hadn't moved, our faces only inches apart, and our soft breaths whispered across each other's face. Ben shifted a bit then, and I could feel his upper body leaning against me. Instinctively I put my arm around his soft bare shoulders, holding him gently.
Benjamin rested his head against my shoulder, and it felt so good as we snuggled our nearly naked bodies against one another. In fact, it felt absolutely brilliant. It was so wonderfully strange, and yet so perfectly natural to me. I could feel my own penis pressing and pulsing pleasurably against the soft cotton fabric of my underwear.
The tingles in my belly continued as we hunkered down under the bedcovers, snuggling even closer together. Even our feet were touching softly; warmly intertwined and giving both of us a sense of security. I'd never felt anything like it before...
It felt simply incredible. The smooth silky feel of another person's soft skin radiating its pleasant natural warmth against mine. I have never felt more comfortable. And then, Ben rolled toward me, looking at me through sightless eyes.
"So... You really do think I look normal then?" Ben asked again, as if disbelieving.
"Of course." I replied. "Look..." I reached out and took his hand, moving it up toward my face. "Do I look normal to you?" I asked. Benjamin carefully studied my features with his fingers.
"You look very nice." he concluded. I took his hand again, and moved it back over to his own face.
"Now, what do you think? How do you think you look Ben?" I suggested.
Ben looked a bit surprised. Apparently he'd never really thought about really 'seeing' himself this way. Using his fingers on his own face, Ben gently studied himself for several moments. He reached out and touched my face again softly; then back to his own, as if comparing. Then finally he smiled softly. "Ok, I guess..." he replied gently. "Thank you Thomas..."
I smiled at him, and without thinking about it I reached over and placed my fingertips on his face. Slowly, I traced my fingers over his soft boyish features, closing my eyes as I did so.
I envisioned his face as I touched him. "Yeah..." I told him truthfully. "You really are cute, you know." Gently I touched his ear, tracing its soft curve to his earlobe, and then let my fingers drift down the tender skin of his neck and onto his bare shoulder. Shit his skin was so silky smooth, and so wonderfully warm.
Slowly, but without any inhibition, I ran my palm exploringly over his upper arm, and then across to his chest. The feel of his buttery soft skin made me shiver; and I could feel the soft pebble of his small nipple as it slid under my palm. In fact, I thought that I could actually feel it harden just a bit under my teasing touch.
I continued to rub my palm innocently over his torso, trying to picture his body in my mind, by touch alone, since my eyes remained closed. I heard Ben sigh, almost contentedly as he lay back, seemingly enjoying my gently probing touch. I could feel the contour of his chest, and the slight outline of his abs, which were newly formed in his burgeoning adolescence.
It was Ben who shivered this time as my hand eased downward, where suddenly my fingers encountered the elastic waistband of his white cotton briefs. I froze there, suddenly becoming aware of what I was actually doing. I was so desperately curious. I wanted to trail my fingers even further down, to explore his other boyish traits, but... But that would be a whole new direction in our relationship. One that I wasn't even sure about myself; let alone what Ben might think.
"Thomas..." Ben whispered hesitantly. "I've never felt this close to anyone before. "Could I ask you something... Do you ever, well... Like, do you ever..." He stopped, too shy now to continue his thought.
"What?" I asked, prompting him to continue.
"No, never mind." Ben whispered timidly. But I thought I knew exactly what he had been thinking about. Especially since, now that I had opened my eyes, I could see his rigid young boy prong pressing out firmly against his white cotton briefs. My touch had stimulated him just as much as it had me; and his bulging boyhood was a bit of a tip off.
I smiled softly and looked back up at Ben's youthful face. He looked so innocent, so boyishly pure. Like me, a twelve year old boy, at the cusp of adolescent change. Curious, yet scared. Wanting to learn, but too shy to do so. I decided to take the chance.
"Are you wondering if... Well, if I like, jerk off or something?" I guessed aloud. Ben's head moved sharply as I'd said it, and I knew that I must have guessed correctly. I could see a shy, sheepish little smile spread his lips...
"Well. Do you..?" he finally asked. I could feel my own young dick twitch in my shorts, suddenly stimulated by this turn of events, and the butterflies took flight in my stomach once again.
"Yeah, I do." I confessed in a bold whisper. "It's like so cool." I grinned.
"Me too." Ben admitted excitedly, relieved that the tension had passed. We both smiled sheepishly. "So, have you ever done it, like, with anyone else?" he asked, blushing. I looked at him, my heart pounding expectantly in my chest; because I knew what he was getting at.
"No. But... But is sounds like it might be fun. I would... Well, I'd do it with you. You know, if you wanted to." I suggested casually, blushing a bit. But inside I was desperately hoping that he would want to do it as well. The shy little smile on Ben's lips was still there, and he nodded slightly. So...
We lay there for a moment. Timid, quietly little nervous giggles escaped us, as we tried to get up the nerve to actually take the next step. "So, wanna maybe try it then?" Ben finally got the courage to say.
"Uh-huh..." I agreed with a shy giggle. We lay there for another long minute, and then slowly I reached down and pushed the covers off of us. Glancing tentatively at Ben, I slowly reached for the waistband of my underpants. I looked down, peeked again at the firm bulge in Ben's shorts. "Here goes..." I breathed.
Taking another quick breath, I quickly slipped my underwear down, over my hips. I could feel the movement alongside of me, as Ben was beginning to do the same thing. Boy, I was totally eager to see Ben's stiff penis, and I quickly looked over at him.
The tingling in my belly increased as I watched him slide his cotton briefs down below his knees, and his hard young dick emerged with a crisp slap up against his belly. Shit it was so friggen hot... I could feel my own boner twitch; I was so excited by the sight of his erect boyhood. The first I had ever seen, besides my own...
"Whoa... You look totally awesome." I said softly, not really thinking. His
sweet little boner was about five inches long. Straight, and rock stiff, like a firm ball park hot dog. His fleshy tool lay firmly against his bare pubic mound, and when I noticed his
dick twitch a little, I almost squirted all over myself with excitement.
I was breathing heavily, and actually trembling a bit; filled with nervous excitement and youthful horniness all at the same time. I managed to look up at Ben's face for a moment, and he was clearly nervous as well. There was a shy, childlike expression on his face that I found totally endearing.
It must have been awkward for Ben. I mean, he knew that I could see his penis. But he of course couldn't see mine. And displaying your boner for someone, for the very first time was surely scary. He was literally hanging out in a vulnerable, embarrassing situation
"So, do you think mine looks... Normal?" Ben finally asked in hushed, but very
anxious tones.
"You look awesome." I smiled honestly. I swallowed hard again, as my eyes drifted back over his boylike genitals. He had a smooth hairless scrotum like mine, and his rounded testicles lay fairly loosely against the soft buttery skin of his thighs.
I was so aroused that I wanted to jerk myself off, and cum right then and there. This was the most erotic and stimulating thing that I had ever seen. I licked my dry lips, and I could feel my dick twitch again. As I looked down at myself, there was already a clear sticky drop of precum clinging wetly to the tip of it. This was so amazingly cool... Ben's voice suddenly broke the silence.
"What does yours look like?" Benjamin asked sincerely.
"Huh?" I responded, as I snapped out of my aroused little trance.
"Well, you get to see mine... But I don't know what yours looks like." Ben had begun gently fingering his own penis as he said it. I glanced back at my stiff member for a moment, and then back at Ben's again. Then I smiled
"Do you... Do you wanna' see it? With your fingers I mean." I offered. Ben turned his head slightly in my direction, and a brief shy smile crossed his lips.
"Yes please..." his voice was soft, hesitant. I reached over and gently took his hand into mine, drawing it back toward me, and resting his fingers softly on my thigh just short of my boy parts. Ben hesitated a moment, and then blindly looked up at me, as if seeking my permission.
"Go ahead." I suggested sincerely. "It's only fair for you to seem mine as well." Ben shivered with anticipation, and shear excitement I think.
Slowly Ben raised his hand, holding it motionless for a moment. He looked up at me again, and then with some hesitancy he moved his trembling fingers toward my stiff boy tube. My eyes were wide as I anxiously watched him reach, and then touch me.
Contact! His warm, soft fingers touched my boy hard on. Oh holy shit... A sharp intake of breath from me, and my dick twitched instantly at the feel of his tender touch. Another excited drop of precum leaked from my pee slit, my insides seemed to boil with extreme stimulation.
Ben's warm fingertips played timidly over my warm shaft, slowly tracing over its length. His soft touch was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. Shit it was so wonderfully incredible. Ben and I were really about the same in length, right around five inches, and this made him smile. They looked about the same as well; though mine had a very slight upward curve to it.
His little fingers eased upward, gently squeezing my soft foreskin. "Whoa... Ben breathed, with an excited expression on his face. "You're not circumcised huh..." He observed. "That's so cool..." he cooed, deliberately slipping my foreskin down.
Benjamin's fingers slid through the thick droplets of boy syrup which had leaked from my pee slit. I noticed his eyes widen with surprise, and excited pleasure as he instantly recognized the feel of sticky boy honey.
He looked up at me with a pleased smile on his face. I glanced down at his youthful erection, and watched it twitch excitedly several times; and then I noticed the glistening residue on the tip of his red rimmed glans as well. Like me, Ben was so excited that he was leaking excited boy juice.
"Oh man..." I sighed. I didn't even know what the term 'premature ejaculation' meant, but I swear I was as close to that as you could possibly get. The stimulation of Ben's touch, and the sight of another boy's stiff boy pole, twitching and leaking like that... Oh man. "Ben stop..." I hissed urgently, pulling his hand from my dick.
"I'm Sorry..." He said awkwardly. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No dude. Are you kidding, it was feeling so good that I was about to cum... I don't wanna' squirt just yet, you know. God that felt so friggen amazing." I was already breathing heavily with the excitement of it.
"You can touch mine too... If you want." Ben suggested eagerly; hopefully. I wanted to do that more than anything. I'd been dreaming about doing it for days actually. With a huge smile on my face, I nodded enthusiastically and reached out to boldly wrap my own fingers around Ben's young warm stick.
"Oh man..." He sighed, and cringed at my touch. I may have done the same; this was just sooo awesome. Anxiously I ran my index finger over the wetness on the pee slit at the tip of his glans, smearing the drop of youthful precum. We both shivered delightedly. Holy shit this was just so erotically hot.
I felt Benjamin's leg lurch a bit as he moaned loudly beneath my touch. "Oh fuhh..." He breathed. "Geeze that's so awesome Thomas..." We both smiled happily, and I continued to fondle him. "Can I touch yours again?" he asked hopefully.
"Absolutely." I almost begged. Ben smiled and wasted no time in taking hold of my boyhood again. Eagerly he fondled and explored my testicles, stroking softly on the smooth skin of my scrotum; testing their size with gentle, almost loving fingers. After a time, he moved smoothly up my shaft and fiddled with my spongy foreskin, rolling it playfully in his fingers. Experimenting, he slowly peeled me back, exposing my glistening wet, purple glans; another knob for his fingers to explore. It was surely heaven for both of us.
"I like this." Ben smiled a naughty little smile. To which I quickly agreed, with a vigorous nod of my head. "Thomas... Does mine look like yours? I mean, except for the circumcised thing?" he questioned. I looked from one to the other, visually comparing the two.
"Pretty much, I think. Yours is like, a little straighter. Mine has a little curve to it."
"Mm-hmm. I felt that." Ben nodded agreeably.
"And, well... The tip of mine is kinda purplish, and yours is pinker, I guess." Ben glanced my direction and giggled. I did too.
"This is so cool." He grinned boyishly, as he continued to fondle my boy prong. I could feel myself building toward orgasm again. I didn't know if this was really weird or anything, because without intending to, Ben was sort of jacking me off like this. But the thing is, I wanted him to do it. It felt just too damn good to stop him.
Instead, I repositioned my hand on his penis, and started jacking him off as well. He turned his head toward me, perhaps a bit surprised by what I was so boldly doing; but he made no effort to stop me. In fact, he quickly began to moan, and his legs twitched against mine. Ben was enjoying this as much as I was. I moved my inside leg, resting it easily over his at the ankle, and his foot strained and rubbed against my own.
The physical contact between us was delightful, and Ben's hand began to rub my inner thigh, and squeeze it gently with his fingers, as if encouraging my continued stroking of his boyhood.
After several minutes, Ben's sighs and moans became more and more intense. His young body squirmed relentlessly at my side, and he leaned into me. I heard his soft boyish voice squeak with guttural pleasure. His moans rose in volume, and I felt his body tense with excited build up. "Uhhh, Uhh, Uhhhhhhh.... Oh shit Thomas.... I'm... I'm gonna...."
But before he could finish his statement, I felt his penis swell in my fingers. I watched wide eyed as a sudden pulse of sticky clear boy sauce spurted forcefully upward from his engorged glans. It was totally unique, totally awesome...
Immediately, another big squirt followed the first, and then multiple pulses of immature boy goo dribbled and percolated from his reddened slit, coating my fingers with his sticky boy slime. Ben's body had been taut and rigid beside me, and now the low moans that accompanied his ejaculation, slowly subsided, as he melted at my side. His warm hand which had been squeezing my thigh, now latched onto my already primed penis.
It was all simply too much for me to take. With Ben's fingers clamped around my boy sausage, he squeezed and stroked my shaft. That was all it took. I felt the massive surge of my own hot boy sauce as it coursed through me, squirting upward as it ejaculated from my young cocklet...
I shot several watery loads into the air, and like Ben, I didn't even see them, because my eyes were squeezed shut in pleasurable ecstasy. My body twitched spasmodically, and I moaned with relief as that boy seed vacated my body.
Finally the relentless seizure of joy released me, and I more or less collapsed, leaning affectionately against the warmth of Ben's naked body. Both of us still tenderly clutching each others warm, spent boy part.
Ben shifted a little, to lay his head against my shoulder and upper chest. It was so amazing, and a literal shudder overtook me. Oh my god, the warmth of Ben's naked skin snuggled up against me; it was the frosting on the cake.
When you masturbate by yourself, no matter how joyful, after you cum its over. But now, with Benjamin lying there snuggled up to me, it all felt so much more meaningful.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my softening boner. Ben's sticky little fingers were still wrapped around it, wet with my ejaculate.
I smiled and glanced over at my hand, which was cupped softly around Ben's genitals. My fingers glistened with his wet, boyish seed. I lifted my hand close to my face, and sniffed his immature baby batter. I had smelled mine before, even tasted it; but I was excited to compare his to mine...
Touching the wetness to my lips, I smeared it gently on them. I don't know why, it sounds kinda weird I guess, but I was just caught up in how sensual and erotic this moment was. I licked the residue from my lips, and pleasantly surprised, I licked the rest of it from my fingers.
About that same time, Ben lifted his hand away from my dick as well, and I watched as his own youthful curiosity pulled him in. He drew his fingers up, just as I had done, and smelled the fragrance of my youthful ejaculate. He hesitated for a moment, and then turned his face up to me.
"Thomas... Have you ever, you know, thought about..."
"Tasting it?" I finished his question. Benjamin got a surprised expression on his face, and he smiled slyly at me.
"Yeah..." He said. "Is that weird?"
"Nu-uh... I mean, I don't think so. You know what Ben, I already tried it." I confessed. Ben turned his head abruptly toward me again, eyes wide.
"No shit..?" He questioned. "Like, just now? You mean you, you tasted my cum?"
"Yeah, I did..." I admitted. "And, truth is... Well, you tasted pretty good."
Ben looked at me curiously, then he rubbed his sticky wet fingers together, considering it. He took another quick sniff and then he extended his tongue, touching it timidly into the sticky residue glistening on his fingers. Another brief taste, and then he smiled slyly.
"Mmm... That doesn't taste bad at all." He commented, with a surprised grin; and then he sucked the rest of it greedily from his fingers. "Kinda sweet, isn't it..." he muttered, smacking his lips.
With a mischievous grin he reached down and took my young softening prick into his fingers again, squeezing it gently. I happily did the same, softly fondling his semi soft boy tube.
We both giggled softly, and snuggling closer we both closed our eyes, happily content in this splendid moment of friendship. I suppose things may have even gone further that night; but as we lay together, all cozy like that, we both drifted off to sleep.
I woke up some time later, needing to take a piss, but I lay there for a long moment just looking at Ben in the dim glow being cast by my nightlight. He was still snuggled up to me, with his arm draped comfortably over my chest. His soft breathing tickled my neck when he exhaled softly.
I don't know what was going on with me, but I knew somehow that the feelings I was having for Ben were something really special. I remembered back to what Benjamin had told me shortly after we had met, when I'd asked him why he was always touching people. He had told me that, since he couldn't see, he felt like he was alone a lot of the time, even when people were right there with him.
He had told me that it felt like he was invisible, and when he touched someone, well, that's when it felt like he was really there. Anchored in the real world. That's when he really felt connected.
I smiled softly, and slipped my hand over his. "I'm here with you Ben..." I whispered softly in the darkness. "You're never alone, and you'll never be invisible to me." I decided I didn't really need to get up and use the bathroom. I just wanted to lay there with Ben; and I put my arm around him, snuggling even closer against his warm naked body.
Ben stirred then, awakening slightly. He looked up toward me with a curious expression on his face, and then he smiled innocently in the darkness. It was an amazingly, beautiful smile. I knew then that a deeper connection between us was meant to be. I touched his cheek gently, and then angling my head a little, I moved my face slowly toward him.
He must have sensed it as well; felt that connection between us, because he moved toward me at the same time, and our soft lips met in a warm, deliberate kiss.
The End
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* In the first chapter, twelve year old Thomas, befriended another boy, Benjamin, a new kid who had just moved into the neighborhood. Ben, It turned out, was blind. Struggling with the loss of his father, and the loneliness he felt at being in a world without sight. Thomas though, is a sweet, surprisingly intuitive youngster; who takes to the new boy right away, as he seeks his own identity in this world. And now, part two.
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In the week that followed, Benjamin and I began to spend a lot of time together. There was a fast bond growing between us, which I found both interesting, and somewhat surprising. I've always been a little shy around new people; even kids my own age. But for some reason it was just very easy to like young Ben.
Not only was he fun to be around, but somehow, on some level I sensed that he needed me. I know that sounds like kind of a deep thing tor a twelve year old to say; but it's true. I didn't feel sorry for Benjamin, or anything like that, but I certainly felt bad for him.
Then there were some other feelings that were a little more confusing for me to understand. There was definitely a growing attraction to the other boy. At twelve years old I never really even though about my sexuality or anyone else's for that matter. I mean, puberty was bringing about some wonderful, if not confusing changes to my body My young boy pistol was now loaded with live ammo, if you take my meaning; and it had quickly become my most favorite companion...
At the same time, I noticed that I was becoming increasingly interested in Benjamin and his developing body. Not just curiosity, but, in a physical way as well. Since it was early summer, we were both spending most of our time wearing nothing but loose shorts and a tee shirt. If that much... I realized that while hanging around together, I was sneaking quite a few long looks at Ben's bare legs and feet. Not to mention paying special attention to any gap in his shorts if we were just lounging around somewhere. That little open space between thigh and fabric, that sometimes gaps to reveal normally hidden flesh.
I guess I wasn't actually sneaking peeks. Benjamin is blind after all, so it's not like he would even have noticed. I felt guilty about it sometimes, but there was just something about him that made me feel good when I looked at him. This was all kind of weird, and new to me; being attracted to another boy in any way other than simple friendship.
And it didn't help matters that wherever we were, Ben continued to touch me quite often. He had explained that being blind, physical contact with people helped him to feel less invisible, and more connected with them if he was able to touch them.
I found that I didn't mind it at all, when he touched me. It was quite the opposite actually. His touch was always warm, and soft. And this may sound weird again; but when he touched me, it felt like there was something there. You know, something special between us, something meaningful.
I could feel his energy, and it made me feel all funny inside; but in a good way. I guess for him it was probably just innocent contact, touching base to feel grounded. But for me, well, I actually looked forward to it. So much so, that all of a sudden I even found myself thinking about Ben every time I jacked off at night...
These things really confused me. In some ways I was a little scared about what I was feeling. But, at the same time it all felt right to me somehow. A missing piece to a puzzle that I never new existed within me. I really wanted to talk to Ben about it, but I didn't want to risk scaring him away, and possibly losing him as a friend. I mean, we've only known each other for just over a week, so... And the truth is, I don't really know how he'd react to something like that. All of this was about to change though...
It was Friday morning, about eleven or so, and I walked across the street to Ben's house. His mom greeted me with a friendly smile when she answered the door. She seemed to really like me; especially since I had become a quick and fast friend with her son. She even told me that Ben had really opened up and seemed happy for the first time in a long while.
"Good morning Thomas. Ben's back in his bedroom, so go on back." She offered.
"Thanks." I replied with a warm smile, and I turned down the hall towards Ben's room.
"Oh, hey Mrs. Barnes... I was wondering if maybe Ben could spend the night at my house tonight?" She glanced at me curiously.
"Oh... Well, I'm not sure sweetheart. Ben hasn't spent the night away since... Well, since before the accident."
"Come on, pleaaase...!?" It's just across the street." I pleaded with her. Mrs. Barnes looked thoughtful for a moment. I could tell this wasn't Ben who was worried about it; it was his mom who was being overly protective.
"Well..." She considered. "I guess if Benjamin would like to go, then..."
"Thanks." I beamed, and turning quickly I hurried back to Ben's bedroom. I pushed his door open, and Ben was just lying on his bed with his IPod headphones on. He was bobbing his head to the beat of the music, and I smiled at the simple innocence of the sight.
I walked slowly over toward the bed and just stood there watching him for a moment. He looked really cute lying there, wearing only a pair of white board shorts. His soft tan skin looked so incredibly smooth and firm. Ben didn't even know I was there, so with a mischievous smile I reached out my fingertip and brushed it ever so softly across his right nipple.
Ben's skin instantly came alive with tiny goose bumps, and he shivered slightly as he innocently brushed his hand over his chest. After waiting a moment, I leaned in close, and pursing my lips I blew very softly across his belly, and the gentle indent of his belly button.
A quiet giggle escaped me, as Benjamin rubbed his palm over his stomach, as if brushing away something that wasn't there. With another impish grin I leaned in closely to do it again. But before I could do anything else, Ben whipped his hands out and grabbed hold of me. Rolling over, and pulling me with him, he quickly wrapped me up with his arms and legs.
He laughed playfully, as his bare legs locked together around my waist. I began to laugh as well, while I struggled to try and free myself by pushing against the soft warm skin of his smooth firm legs. Reaching down, I took hold of Ben's bare feet. He began to giggle and squirm as I started tickling the soft soles of his smallish feet.
"Stop... Stop..." He pleaded, as he fidgeted wildly in my grasp. "Seriously..." He struggled to talk between boyish giggles. "I'm gonna pee my pants..." he laughed. "Stop..." I let go of his foot and twisted around so that I was lying quite literally on top of him, pinning him to the bed while we both lay there laughing.
I continued to hold him there, lying on top of him. I looked at his boyishly cute face, while we both tried to catch our breaths. I was actually enjoying the feel of his warm body against me, and, I have to say that I was in no real hurry to let him go.
"Are you really that ticklish?" I questioned between breaths.
"Uh huh..." He replied, smiling broadly.
"So, where else are you ticklish?" I asked playfully, as I reached up to try and tickle his naked armpits. Ben squeaked and twisted under me.
"No... Don't..." He laughed imploringly. "Seriously dude, I'll pee myself." I only smiled, and wondered if he really would. I pushed myself upward onto my knees, but still straddled him.
"Guess what..? I asked your mom if you could spend the night at my house."
"Really? And she said no, right?" Ben replied confidently.
"Nu-uh. She said you can, if you want to." I told him. Ben's eyes grew wide, and a slow broad grin crossed his face.
"Seriously?!" he breathed excitedly. "That's so cool. I never get to spend the night anywhere." To my surprise, Ben sat up quickly and wrapped his arms around me in an excited hug. I closed my eyes for a moment to simply enjoy his warm and exuberant embrace. I could feel the gentle thrum of his heartbeat, as he held me chest to chest. I may have been wishful thinking, or just my imagination, but the warm hug seemed to linger for an extra long time.
Ben's mom decided she needed to run into town for a short time, and she allowed Ben to stay at home alone, with me. Another rarity it seems. According to Ben, ever since the accident, she never felt comfortable leaving him at home alone. In truth, and not to be unkind; he was rather happy to have some time away from her. She'd been smothering him protectively, and he needed some space and independence.
After she had gone, Ben and I wandered outside to lie around on the lawn for awhile in the warmth of the summer sun. We talked about silly stuff mostly; the way kids our age usually do. Just being kind of goofy, and laughing at the stupidest of things. As we sat out on the lawn, another kid that I knew rode by on his bicycle. He called out to me in greeting as he raced past.
"Who was that?" Benjamin asked casually.
"Just one of the kids from down the block, out cruising on his bike." I answered. Ben got a nostalgic look on his face.
"I miss that." He said, so quietly that I looked over at him.
"Huh..? Oh, you mean riding bikes?" I asked. Ben nodded, looking a bit forlorn.
"Yeah. Hard to ride when you can't see." Ben offered matter-of-factly. I glanced down the street, watching after the other kid on the bike as he rode out of sight. Then I thought about what Ben had just said.
"Have you tried it?" I asked sincerely. Ben turned his head curiously in my direction, and seemed to look at me like I was nuts. He waved his hand in front of his eyes as if to remind me.
"Uhh... Blind here. Can't ride a bike." He declared.
"Who told you that?" I asked. "You're blind, not stupid. Come on..." I said urgently, as I hopped up from the lawn, grabbing Ben's arm as I did so.
"Huh..?" Benjamin questioned as I pulled him up to his feet. Taking hold of his hand, I hurried us both across the street and up my driveway. Ben stood there questioningly while I opened up the garage door and went inside for a moment.
"Dude, what are you up to?" Benjamin asked, as he heard me rummaging around inside the garage. I finally rolled out alongside him, sitting on my bike. It was a BMX style bike, and it had extra foot pegs near the back axle for doing tricks and stuff.
"Come on." I insisted, taking his hand and positioning him behind my bike. "Now, step up on the pegs."
"What? Thomas I can't do this..." Ben said in an exasperated tone.
"The hell you can't. The only thing stopping you, is you. Now get on!" I told him directly. Ben put his right foot up tentatively onto one of the foot pegs. "Come on, step up." I encouraged him. With his hands on my shoulders for support, Ben leaned forward and stepped up onto the other peg. We wavered just a moment while I got my balance, and adjusted for his weight, and then I rolled forward to get us going.
Down the driveway, and out into the street we rolled as I slowly picked up speed and turned down the road. Ben's hands clutched firmly to my shirt, and his body leaned protectively forward, pressing against me in an unsettled fashion.
"Whoa..." He breathed, feeling a bit shaky at first. I began to pick up speed as I peddled us effortlessly down the block. Then, intentionally I began to sway, veering from one side of the street to the other.
It didn't take long for Benjamin to trust me, and start feeling more comfortable. Soon he had loosened his grip on my shirt, and his hands rested comfortably on top of my shoulders. "Yeahhhh....." He called out, as the wind whisked through his hair, blowing it back off his forehead. I glanced back to see the huge smile on his face. "Whooooo..." I heard him yell as we raced along through the neighborhood.
It was awesome to hear him so excited, and actually having pure, unfettered fun. Soon, his warm body was leaning forward, pressing against my back, and he actually took his hands off my shoulders to hold them up in the air like the wings of a bird. Kind of like the scene from the movie Titanic, when they were standing over the bow of the ship.
Ben was laughing. He enjoyed the sensations of riding a bike again; giggling like a little kid on Christmas morning. It made me feel really good inside, to see and hear him so happy like that.
Benjamin suddenly stooped forward and put his head down right alongside mine. He wrapped his arms around my chest in a warm hug. "Thanks Thomas..." He whispered into my ear; and he surprised me with a quick, innocent kiss on my left cheek. "Whooooo..." He hollered out loudly again, as he stood up tall on the foot pegs.
This was all so amazing to me. I felt totally happy; because he was happy. I felt all tingly, as the warmth of his body continued to press comfortably against my back. I didn't know it then, because of my young age, but I'm sure in years to come that I would look back and realize that this was the first time I had ever really fallen in love with someone.
We rode around for well over an hour that way. At one point, we even traded positions. While I stood on the rear foot pegs, Ben sat on the bike seat and peddled, steering us somewhat blindly down the street, to my verbal directions.
We only had one close call, nearly running into a parked car. "Stop... Stop!" I yelled out, a bit concerned that Ben might be scared by my urgent yell. Ben however, just laughed contentedly. It was the most 'normal' he had felt in a very long time.
When we finally got back home, Benjamin happily told his mother about the fun time we had. She listened with interest, and raised eyebrows. She was pleased, if not a little concerned about her son being out in the street on a bicycle.
Regardless, Benjamin was so ecstatic, almost giddy at having been able to feel the freedom, and the simple joy of riding a bike again like a normal kid. His excitement won over his mom, who simply begged him to 'be extra careful' if we ever did that again.
She made a nice lunch for the both of us, and then she thanked me once again for being such a good friend to Benjamin. After we finished lunch, Ben threw a few clothes and things into a daypack, and we headed back across the street to my house; both of us excited about him spending the night.
We spent the rest of the afternoon just walking around the neighborhood, talking, and just listening to music and stuff. It's kind of funny. Well, sad really, that people get some preconceived notions about people who are handicapped in one way or another and treat them like they're different. But the fact is, Ben was just a normal kid. Just like me in every way, except that he couldn't see.
He told me how some people talked down to him because he was blind; like he was stupid or something. They also treated him like he was completely helpless, which made him feel bad about himself. I guess that's why he liked me so much. Cause to me, he was just another kid. Most of the time, I barely even remembered that he was blind.
That evening for dinner, my dad grilled up some hamburgers in the back yard, while Ben and me wrestled around in the grass till it was time to eat. Then we gobbled them down like two hungry boys. They were delicious of course, and I think Ben enjoyed having my dad around. It kind of reminded him of the past, before he'd lost his own dad.
Later that evening, Benjamin and I went up to my bedroom and settled in for the night. After brushing our teeth, each of us took a pee, and then we returned to my room, where I closed and locked the door behind us.
"So... I know it's not time yet, but, what do you usually wear to bed? PJ's or..?"
"Doesn't matter to me I guess." Benjamin answered noncommittally. "Usually just in my underwear I suppose."
"That's cool..." I answered. Actually, that's what I was kinda' hoping for, and that's usually all I wore to bed. If even that...
"Wanna get ready now?" Benjamin asked suddenly.
"Sure, why not." I replied. And without further ado, we both got ready, pealing off our shirts and board shorts. Ben was wearing only a small pair of new white Jockey briefs, which quite honestly sent shivers through me. He looked totally awesome, nearly naked like that. His body was so trim, and tan, and........ Well, he just looked friggin nice, you know...
We hopped up onto my bed, propping extra pillows up behind us to get really comfortable. Sitting side by side, Ben turned on his iPod and we shared his earbuds. I put the left one in my ear, and Ben had the right one in his. Of course we had to sit closely together to make it work; but once again, I certainly had no objections to that. And since Benjamin was always wanting the human contact anyway, he was enjoying it as much as I was.
Sitting so closely that our young bodies were touching warmly, I wondered if Ben was feeling, or thinking any of the same things that I was. It was so weird, because a week ago I didn't even know Ben. And now, we were sprawled out comfortably, sitting in our underwear as if we'd grown up together.
I enjoyed the closeness of it, and the warmth of his young body. I'd never given much thought about my own sexuality; well, other than jerking off. Does that count? And now here I was, getting excited about sitting near another boy. And even though there were times in the past when I might have thought that another boy may have been cute or something, it was never anything more than an idle observation. I thought some girls were cute as well. But after getting to know Benjamin, and having these special feelings for him; well, suddenly I wondered if there wasn't something more going on here.
We continued to sit, sharing his iPod, and listening to all kinds of music, including Maroon Five, a group that we both really seemed to like. It all felt so wonderful to me; perfect in fact. Ben began to move rhythmically to the music, which I found awesome as well. He wasn't in the least bit embarrassed, or inhibited. I smiled as I looked at him, sitting in his underpants, really getting into the music like that. I would be way too self conscious to do that in front of anyone else. But Benjamin wasn't, and I grinned happily as I watched him.
"You're so cool..." I accidentally said aloud. It's what I was thinking, and it just sort of popped out of my mouth. Ben turned his head toward me with a crooked little smile on his lips.
"What?" he asked quietly over the music.
"Nothin, I... I was just thinking, well... You know. You're just really easy to be around." I told him, but I was instantly embarrassed that I had said something like that to him. Surprisingly, Benjamin just smiled softly at me.
"You're blushing..." Ben commented, surprising me even more.
"How do you know that?" I asked, shaking my head in wonder. Ben just raised his hand and gently touched it to my cheek.
"I could feel it. Your body got really warm all of a sudden." Ben explained. "And just so you know... I like being around you too." He offered softly. Sitting there with our faces barely a foot apart, I had a sudden urge just to lean over and kiss him. I actually thought about doing it for a moment, but chickened out. I didn't dare risk it. I smiled awkwardly and looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed now.
Ben lowered his hand and accidentally, or perhaps on purpose, he let it come to rest on top of my hand. After a moment his fingers timidly wrapped around mine, and without any self consciousness he gently held my hand in his. I glanced back over at him.
"Now you're the one who’s blushing." I told him quietly, but I gave his hand a little accepting squeeze at the same time. What was going on here? Was this just a private moment of innocent tenderness between two twelve year old boys? A few ticks of the clock, where two human beings allowed themselves to share a moment of vulnerability? Or did Ben have some kind of feelings for me as well?
A simple boy crush perhaps? A pubescent twelve year olds freshly activated hormones? Or was there some other kind of need inside of us. I didn't have a clue. All I knew was that this felt awesome. I really liked Ben, and the fact that I was experiencing those tingly sensation in my stomach, only served to reinforce those feelings now.
And the thing is; I had the feeling that Benjamin felt the same way toward me. I glanced over at his boyish face, and allowed my eyes to trail slowly down the smooth soft skin of his nearly naked body. I couldn't help but notice the slight tenting bulge, which was now pushing outward on his underpants. I swallowed with some excited difficulty, and suddenly became aware that I was actually sporting a stiffy of my own...
Even though Benjamin was blind, and I knew he couldn't see the newly sprouted bulge in my underwear, I was still embarrassed; and I felt somewhat nervous that he might know somehow. "So... Um, you wanna' get under the covers?" I suggested.
I shifted my position without waiting for him to answer, and already I began pulling the bedcovers down a bit. We crawled in under the covers and began to settle in, and once again our young bodies were very closely positioned next to one another.
We slid down, lying quietly on our backs, our bare arms and legs touching lightly under the cool cotton sheets. "Thomas?" Benjamin asked softly.
"Huh?" I responded.
"Can I like, ask you something?" Ben questioned. I turned my head and looked at the soft features of his face.
"Sure, anything." I told him sincerely. He hesitated, thinking of what he wanted to say.
"Do I look, you know, normal?" he asked. I laughed just a little, thinking the question was a bit odd, but Ben continued. "I mean seriously. I've been blind for over a year now. Guess I've grown a little since then, so... I don't even know what I really look like anymore." He sat there; expectant, looking quite small and vulnerable. I smiled softly and looked at the innocence of his face.
"I think... I think you're really cute." I whispered, almost to myself as much as to him. And all at once I blushed again, suddenly embarrassed by what I'd just said. Ben turned his head toward me, pulling his hand slightly away from mine.
"Please don't make fun of me." Benjamin responded quietly.
"No... I'm not, honest. I mean..." I stuttered now, "I'm not making fun of you Ben."
"Then you're teasing me?" Ben guessed. I looked at him and smiled sadly as I saw the doubt on his face. I reached over and softly touched my hand against his cheek, gently tracing my fingers over his boyish features.
"Ben, remember when you told me how you see things, just by touching them? Well, when I touch you... And when I look at you, well... Ben, you really are cute." And with that I took a deep breath, fought back my own doubts, and leaned in closely to him, kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth. There was a long, drawn out pause, and my heart was beating wildly with the unknown tension...
"You're blushing again." Ben finally commented, with a little smile. His warm hand found mine again, and we sat there wordlessly, holding each other's hands for a moment.
"Thomas..." Ben prompted.
"Yeah..?" I responded quietly.
"You're the best friend I ever had." he breathed, and I felt him lean in toward me. The next thing I knew, he had returned the tender kiss on the corner of my mouth. Our faces lingered closely together, only inches apart. My breathing was elevated, and the butterflies in my stomach were flittering wildly now. I didn't really know what was happening, but every nerve in my young body seemed to come alive in a pleasant tingle.
We still hadn't moved, our faces only inches apart, and our soft breaths whispered across each other's face. Ben shifted a bit then, and I could feel his upper body leaning against me. Instinctively I put my arm around his soft bare shoulders, holding him gently.
Benjamin rested his head against my shoulder, and it felt so good as we snuggled our nearly naked bodies against one another. In fact, it felt absolutely brilliant. It was so wonderfully strange, and yet so perfectly natural to me. I could feel my own penis pressing and pulsing pleasurably against the soft cotton fabric of my underwear.
The tingles in my belly continued as we hunkered down under the bedcovers, snuggling even closer together. Even our feet were touching softly; warmly intertwined and giving both of us a sense of security. I'd never felt anything like it before...
It felt simply incredible. The smooth silky feel of another person's soft skin radiating its pleasant natural warmth against mine. I have never felt more comfortable. And then, Ben rolled toward me, looking at me through sightless eyes.
"So... You really do think I look normal then?" Ben asked again, as if disbelieving.
"Of course." I replied. "Look..." I reached out and took his hand, moving it up toward my face. "Do I look normal to you?" I asked. Benjamin carefully studied my features with his fingers.
"You look very nice." he concluded. I took his hand again, and moved it back over to his own face.
"Now, what do you think? How do you think you look Ben?" I suggested.
Ben looked a bit surprised. Apparently he'd never really thought about really 'seeing' himself this way. Using his fingers on his own face, Ben gently studied himself for several moments. He reached out and touched my face again softly; then back to his own, as if comparing. Then finally he smiled softly. "Ok, I guess..." he replied gently. "Thank you Thomas..."
I smiled at him, and without thinking about it I reached over and placed my fingertips on his face. Slowly, I traced my fingers over his soft boyish features, closing my eyes as I did so.
I envisioned his face as I touched him. "Yeah..." I told him truthfully. "You really are cute, you know." Gently I touched his ear, tracing its soft curve to his earlobe, and then let my fingers drift down the tender skin of his neck and onto his bare shoulder. Shit his skin was so silky smooth, and so wonderfully warm.
Slowly, but without any inhibition, I ran my palm exploringly over his upper arm, and then across to his chest. The feel of his buttery soft skin made me shiver; and I could feel the soft pebble of his small nipple as it slid under my palm. In fact, I thought that I could actually feel it harden just a bit under my teasing touch.
I continued to rub my palm innocently over his torso, trying to picture his body in my mind, by touch alone, since my eyes remained closed. I heard Ben sigh, almost contentedly as he lay back, seemingly enjoying my gently probing touch. I could feel the contour of his chest, and the slight outline of his abs, which were newly formed in his burgeoning adolescence.
It was Ben who shivered this time as my hand eased downward, where suddenly my fingers encountered the elastic waistband of his white cotton briefs. I froze there, suddenly becoming aware of what I was actually doing. I was so desperately curious. I wanted to trail my fingers even further down, to explore his other boyish traits, but... But that would be a whole new direction in our relationship. One that I wasn't even sure about myself; let alone what Ben might think.
"Thomas..." Ben whispered hesitantly. "I've never felt this close to anyone before. "Could I ask you something... Do you ever, well... Like, do you ever..." He stopped, too shy now to continue his thought.
"What?" I asked, prompting him to continue.
"No, never mind." Ben whispered timidly. But I thought I knew exactly what he had been thinking about. Especially since, now that I had opened my eyes, I could see his rigid young boy prong pressing out firmly against his white cotton briefs. My touch had stimulated him just as much as it had me; and his bulging boyhood was a bit of a tip off.
I smiled softly and looked back up at Ben's youthful face. He looked so innocent, so boyishly pure. Like me, a twelve year old boy, at the cusp of adolescent change. Curious, yet scared. Wanting to learn, but too shy to do so. I decided to take the chance.
"Are you wondering if... Well, if I like, jerk off or something?" I guessed aloud. Ben's head moved sharply as I'd said it, and I knew that I must have guessed correctly. I could see a shy, sheepish little smile spread his lips...
"Well. Do you..?" he finally asked. I could feel my own young dick twitch in my shorts, suddenly stimulated by this turn of events, and the butterflies took flight in my stomach once again.
"Yeah, I do." I confessed in a bold whisper. "It's like so cool." I grinned.
"Me too." Ben admitted excitedly, relieved that the tension had passed. We both smiled sheepishly. "So, have you ever done it, like, with anyone else?" he asked, blushing. I looked at him, my heart pounding expectantly in my chest; because I knew what he was getting at.
"No. But... But is sounds like it might be fun. I would... Well, I'd do it with you. You know, if you wanted to." I suggested casually, blushing a bit. But inside I was desperately hoping that he would want to do it as well. The shy little smile on Ben's lips was still there, and he nodded slightly. So...
We lay there for a moment. Timid, quietly little nervous giggles escaped us, as we tried to get up the nerve to actually take the next step. "So, wanna maybe try it then?" Ben finally got the courage to say.
"Uh-huh..." I agreed with a shy giggle. We lay there for another long minute, and then slowly I reached down and pushed the covers off of us. Glancing tentatively at Ben, I slowly reached for the waistband of my underpants. I looked down, peeked again at the firm bulge in Ben's shorts. "Here goes..." I breathed.
Taking another quick breath, I quickly slipped my underwear down, over my hips. I could feel the movement alongside of me, as Ben was beginning to do the same thing. Boy, I was totally eager to see Ben's stiff penis, and I quickly looked over at him.
The tingling in my belly increased as I watched him slide his cotton briefs down below his knees, and his hard young dick emerged with a crisp slap up against his belly. Shit it was so friggen hot... I could feel my own boner twitch; I was so excited by the sight of his erect boyhood. The first I had ever seen, besides my own...
"Whoa... You look totally awesome." I said softly, not really thinking. His
sweet little boner was about five inches long. Straight, and rock stiff, like a firm ball park hot dog. His fleshy tool lay firmly against his bare pubic mound, and when I noticed his
dick twitch a little, I almost squirted all over myself with excitement.
I was breathing heavily, and actually trembling a bit; filled with nervous excitement and youthful horniness all at the same time. I managed to look up at Ben's face for a moment, and he was clearly nervous as well. There was a shy, childlike expression on his face that I found totally endearing.
It must have been awkward for Ben. I mean, he knew that I could see his penis. But he of course couldn't see mine. And displaying your boner for someone, for the very first time was surely scary. He was literally hanging out in a vulnerable, embarrassing situation
"So, do you think mine looks... Normal?" Ben finally asked in hushed, but very
anxious tones.
"You look awesome." I smiled honestly. I swallowed hard again, as my eyes drifted back over his boylike genitals. He had a smooth hairless scrotum like mine, and his rounded testicles lay fairly loosely against the soft buttery skin of his thighs.
I was so aroused that I wanted to jerk myself off, and cum right then and there. This was the most erotic and stimulating thing that I had ever seen. I licked my dry lips, and I could feel my dick twitch again. As I looked down at myself, there was already a clear sticky drop of precum clinging wetly to the tip of it. This was so amazingly cool... Ben's voice suddenly broke the silence.
"What does yours look like?" Benjamin asked sincerely.
"Huh?" I responded, as I snapped out of my aroused little trance.
"Well, you get to see mine... But I don't know what yours looks like." Ben had begun gently fingering his own penis as he said it. I glanced back at my stiff member for a moment, and then back at Ben's again. Then I smiled
"Do you... Do you wanna' see it? With your fingers I mean." I offered. Ben turned his head slightly in my direction, and a brief shy smile crossed his lips.
"Yes please..." his voice was soft, hesitant. I reached over and gently took his hand into mine, drawing it back toward me, and resting his fingers softly on my thigh just short of my boy parts. Ben hesitated a moment, and then blindly looked up at me, as if seeking my permission.
"Go ahead." I suggested sincerely. "It's only fair for you to seem mine as well." Ben shivered with anticipation, and shear excitement I think.
Slowly Ben raised his hand, holding it motionless for a moment. He looked up at me again, and then with some hesitancy he moved his trembling fingers toward my stiff boy tube. My eyes were wide as I anxiously watched him reach, and then touch me.
Contact! His warm, soft fingers touched my boy hard on. Oh holy shit... A sharp intake of breath from me, and my dick twitched instantly at the feel of his tender touch. Another excited drop of precum leaked from my pee slit, my insides seemed to boil with extreme stimulation.
Ben's warm fingertips played timidly over my warm shaft, slowly tracing over its length. His soft touch was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. Shit it was so wonderfully incredible. Ben and I were really about the same in length, right around five inches, and this made him smile. They looked about the same as well; though mine had a very slight upward curve to it.
His little fingers eased upward, gently squeezing my soft foreskin. "Whoa... Ben breathed, with an excited expression on his face. "You're not circumcised huh..." He observed. "That's so cool..." he cooed, deliberately slipping my foreskin down.
Benjamin's fingers slid through the thick droplets of boy syrup which had leaked from my pee slit. I noticed his eyes widen with surprise, and excited pleasure as he instantly recognized the feel of sticky boy honey.
He looked up at me with a pleased smile on his face. I glanced down at his youthful erection, and watched it twitch excitedly several times; and then I noticed the glistening residue on the tip of his red rimmed glans as well. Like me, Ben was so excited that he was leaking excited boy juice.
"Oh man..." I sighed. I didn't even know what the term 'premature ejaculation' meant, but I swear I was as close to that as you could possibly get. The stimulation of Ben's touch, and the sight of another boy's stiff boy pole, twitching and leaking like that... Oh man. "Ben stop..." I hissed urgently, pulling his hand from my dick.
"I'm Sorry..." He said awkwardly. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No dude. Are you kidding, it was feeling so good that I was about to cum... I don't wanna' squirt just yet, you know. God that felt so friggen amazing." I was already breathing heavily with the excitement of it.
"You can touch mine too... If you want." Ben suggested eagerly; hopefully. I wanted to do that more than anything. I'd been dreaming about doing it for days actually. With a huge smile on my face, I nodded enthusiastically and reached out to boldly wrap my own fingers around Ben's young warm stick.
"Oh man..." He sighed, and cringed at my touch. I may have done the same; this was just sooo awesome. Anxiously I ran my index finger over the wetness on the pee slit at the tip of his glans, smearing the drop of youthful precum. We both shivered delightedly. Holy shit this was just so erotically hot.
I felt Benjamin's leg lurch a bit as he moaned loudly beneath my touch. "Oh fuhh..." He breathed. "Geeze that's so awesome Thomas..." We both smiled happily, and I continued to fondle him. "Can I touch yours again?" he asked hopefully.
"Absolutely." I almost begged. Ben smiled and wasted no time in taking hold of my boyhood again. Eagerly he fondled and explored my testicles, stroking softly on the smooth skin of my scrotum; testing their size with gentle, almost loving fingers. After a time, he moved smoothly up my shaft and fiddled with my spongy foreskin, rolling it playfully in his fingers. Experimenting, he slowly peeled me back, exposing my glistening wet, purple glans; another knob for his fingers to explore. It was surely heaven for both of us.
"I like this." Ben smiled a naughty little smile. To which I quickly agreed, with a vigorous nod of my head. "Thomas... Does mine look like yours? I mean, except for the circumcised thing?" he questioned. I looked from one to the other, visually comparing the two.
"Pretty much, I think. Yours is like, a little straighter. Mine has a little curve to it."
"Mm-hmm. I felt that." Ben nodded agreeably.
"And, well... The tip of mine is kinda purplish, and yours is pinker, I guess." Ben glanced my direction and giggled. I did too.
"This is so cool." He grinned boyishly, as he continued to fondle my boy prong. I could feel myself building toward orgasm again. I didn't know if this was really weird or anything, because without intending to, Ben was sort of jacking me off like this. But the thing is, I wanted him to do it. It felt just too damn good to stop him.
Instead, I repositioned my hand on his penis, and started jacking him off as well. He turned his head toward me, perhaps a bit surprised by what I was so boldly doing; but he made no effort to stop me. In fact, he quickly began to moan, and his legs twitched against mine. Ben was enjoying this as much as I was. I moved my inside leg, resting it easily over his at the ankle, and his foot strained and rubbed against my own.
The physical contact between us was delightful, and Ben's hand began to rub my inner thigh, and squeeze it gently with his fingers, as if encouraging my continued stroking of his boyhood.
After several minutes, Ben's sighs and moans became more and more intense. His young body squirmed relentlessly at my side, and he leaned into me. I heard his soft boyish voice squeak with guttural pleasure. His moans rose in volume, and I felt his body tense with excited build up. "Uhhh, Uhh, Uhhhhhhh.... Oh shit Thomas.... I'm... I'm gonna...."
But before he could finish his statement, I felt his penis swell in my fingers. I watched wide eyed as a sudden pulse of sticky clear boy sauce spurted forcefully upward from his engorged glans. It was totally unique, totally awesome...
Immediately, another big squirt followed the first, and then multiple pulses of immature boy goo dribbled and percolated from his reddened slit, coating my fingers with his sticky boy slime. Ben's body had been taut and rigid beside me, and now the low moans that accompanied his ejaculation, slowly subsided, as he melted at my side. His warm hand which had been squeezing my thigh, now latched onto my already primed penis.
It was all simply too much for me to take. With Ben's fingers clamped around my boy sausage, he squeezed and stroked my shaft. That was all it took. I felt the massive surge of my own hot boy sauce as it coursed through me, squirting upward as it ejaculated from my young cocklet...
I shot several watery loads into the air, and like Ben, I didn't even see them, because my eyes were squeezed shut in pleasurable ecstasy. My body twitched spasmodically, and I moaned with relief as that boy seed vacated my body.
Finally the relentless seizure of joy released me, and I more or less collapsed, leaning affectionately against the warmth of Ben's naked body. Both of us still tenderly clutching each others warm, spent boy part.
Ben shifted a little, to lay his head against my shoulder and upper chest. It was so amazing, and a literal shudder overtook me. Oh my god, the warmth of Ben's naked skin snuggled up against me; it was the frosting on the cake.
When you masturbate by yourself, no matter how joyful, after you cum its over. But now, with Benjamin lying there snuggled up to me, it all felt so much more meaningful.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my softening boner. Ben's sticky little fingers were still wrapped around it, wet with my ejaculate.
I smiled and glanced over at my hand, which was cupped softly around Ben's genitals. My fingers glistened with his wet, boyish seed. I lifted my hand close to my face, and sniffed his immature baby batter. I had smelled mine before, even tasted it; but I was excited to compare his to mine...
Touching the wetness to my lips, I smeared it gently on them. I don't know why, it sounds kinda weird I guess, but I was just caught up in how sensual and erotic this moment was. I licked the residue from my lips, and pleasantly surprised, I licked the rest of it from my fingers.
About that same time, Ben lifted his hand away from my dick as well, and I watched as his own youthful curiosity pulled him in. He drew his fingers up, just as I had done, and smelled the fragrance of my youthful ejaculate. He hesitated for a moment, and then turned his face up to me.
"Thomas... Have you ever, you know, thought about..."
"Tasting it?" I finished his question. Benjamin got a surprised expression on his face, and he smiled slyly at me.
"Yeah..." He said. "Is that weird?"
"Nu-uh... I mean, I don't think so. You know what Ben, I already tried it." I confessed. Ben turned his head abruptly toward me again, eyes wide.
"No shit..?" He questioned. "Like, just now? You mean you, you tasted my cum?"
"Yeah, I did..." I admitted. "And, truth is... Well, you tasted pretty good."
Ben looked at me curiously, then he rubbed his sticky wet fingers together, considering it. He took another quick sniff and then he extended his tongue, touching it timidly into the sticky residue glistening on his fingers. Another brief taste, and then he smiled slyly.
"Mmm... That doesn't taste bad at all." He commented, with a surprised grin; and then he sucked the rest of it greedily from his fingers. "Kinda sweet, isn't it..." he muttered, smacking his lips.
With a mischievous grin he reached down and took my young softening prick into his fingers again, squeezing it gently. I happily did the same, softly fondling his semi soft boy tube.
We both giggled softly, and snuggling closer we both closed our eyes, happily content in this splendid moment of friendship. I suppose things may have even gone further that night; but as we lay together, all cozy like that, we both drifted off to sleep.
I woke up some time later, needing to take a piss, but I lay there for a long moment just looking at Ben in the dim glow being cast by my nightlight. He was still snuggled up to me, with his arm draped comfortably over my chest. His soft breathing tickled my neck when he exhaled softly.
I don't know what was going on with me, but I knew somehow that the feelings I was having for Ben were something really special. I remembered back to what Benjamin had told me shortly after we had met, when I'd asked him why he was always touching people. He had told me that, since he couldn't see, he felt like he was alone a lot of the time, even when people were right there with him.
He had told me that it felt like he was invisible, and when he touched someone, well, that's when it felt like he was really there. Anchored in the real world. That's when he really felt connected.
I smiled softly, and slipped my hand over his. "I'm here with you Ben..." I whispered softly in the darkness. "You're never alone, and you'll never be invisible to me." I decided I didn't really need to get up and use the bathroom. I just wanted to lay there with Ben; and I put my arm around him, snuggling even closer against his warm naked body.
Ben stirred then, awakening slightly. He looked up toward me with a curious expression on his face, and then he smiled innocently in the darkness. It was an amazingly, beautiful smile. I knew then that a deeper connection between us was meant to be. I touched his cheek gently, and then angling my head a little, I moved my face slowly toward him.
He must have sensed it as well; felt that connection between us, because he moved toward me at the same time, and our soft lips met in a warm, deliberate kiss.
The End
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