So, Benny	So, Benny... 

"So, Benny…" Ray took a deep breath and leaned forward in his chair,
elbows on the table. Ben did the same. "The way I see it is, we've been
trapped in here for three days. And you figure this storm could maybe last
another four, five days at least?"
 
 When he paused, Ben nodded obligingly. "I'd say so, Ray. But you don't
need to worry. There's plenty of firewood and stores. We won't go hungry
or freeze."
 
 "Yeah, but I don't figure it matters, Benny, 'coz this is gonna kill me,
I'm telling ya." Ray gritted his teeth at the sight of the Mountie's
uncomprehending face. "You just don't get it, do ya? Here we are, two
grown men, stuck in a cabin together for maybe a whole week. We can hardly
turn around without bumping into each other. There's no privacy for, well,
you know…"
 
 It was obvious Ben didn't know.
 
 "You know, Benny. Guy stuff."
 
 Ben wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Poker? I think there's a pack of
cards somewhere…"
 
 "No! Not poker!" Ray flung his hands in the air dramatically. "Guy stuff.
The kind of stuff guys do when there aren't any women around. Geez, didn't
they teach you anything at school?"
 
 A tide of red flowed over the pale cheeks. "Oh! Ah… well, not that kind
of thing, Ray. I'd be surprised if they taught you any such thing,
either."
 
 "I never said it was the teachers who taught me." Ray grinned, incredibly
relieved he wasn't going to have to tell his friend about the birds and
bees. "So, anyway, what are we gonna do about it?"
 
 "What do you want to do about it, Ray?" Ben was looking at him nervously.
 
 He'd been giving this a lot of thought. In fact he'd hardly been able to
think of anything else for the last day and a half, and he couldn't stand
to think about it any longer. "I guess we've got two options. We could
just pretend not to notice what each other's doing. Which, personally,
would probably drive me so crazy I wouldn't be able to… uh… you know."
 
 He waited for Ben's nod of agreement before continuing. "Or we could just
be up front about it. You know what I mean?" 
 
 "No Ray."
 
 Ray sighed. "We could do it together. I mean at the same time… not
together together…" He looked at Ben's stunned expression without much
hope. "So whaddaya think?"
 
 "Well, there is an option you didn't mention, Ray. Perhaps you overlooked
it." 
 
 "And that is?"
 
 Ben cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well, it's only a few days, Ray…
surely you can…" his voice trailed off.
 
 "No I can't, Benny. So what do you want to do about it? 'Coz there ain't
no point in trying to sneak around each other."
 
 "Oh dear." Ben raised his hand and rubbed at the bridge of his nose
rather wearily. "Well, if I had to make a choice…"
 
 "OK. Well, I guess there's no point in putting it off, is there?" Feeling
better now that it was all decided, Ray shoved his chair back and started
unbuttoning his shirt.
 
 "Ray!" Ben looked alarmed. "Ray, what are you doing?"
 
 "Getting ready. What do you think?"
 
 "But…" Ben floundered helplessly. "But surely you don't need to get
undressed. Can't you just… uh…"
 
 Ray heaved an exasperated sigh. "That wouldn't be much fun, Benny. Don't
you like to… oh, forget it."
 
 "That's a good idea, Ray." Ben brightened considerably. "We'll just
pretend this conversation never happened."
 
 "That wasn't what I meant." Ray's temper was starting to get seriously
frayed. "Didn't you ever jerk off with the other boys at school?"
 
 Ben shook his head mutely.
 
 "Great." Ray rolled his eyes and almost wished he'd never started this
whole thing. He should have just snuck out to the john and risked freezing
his assets off. But it was too late now. "Listen, it's just like making
love, except you're doing it with yourself. No big deal, OK?"
 
 Ben sighed defeatedly. "What do you want to do Ray?"
 
 "Uh, well…" Ray cast a hasty glance around the sparsely furnished room.
It wouldn't be a good idea to be too close to each other, not when Benny
was so nervous. "How about you sit on the couch and I'll sit on the bed?"
 
 The blue eyes widened a little, but Ben agreed rather faintly and began
to unbutton his shirt. Better, probably, to give him a bit of privacy, Ray
thought. He went over to the bed and continued to undress, his back firmly
turned to the rest of the room.
 
 Cautiously, he took his time about it, and found his skin was tingling
with anticipation. When he'd finally finished Ray took a deep breath and
turned, just in time to see Ben step in front of the couch, all pearly
skinned and smooth, his cock already heavy and swaying slightly with his
movements. Ray gulped. He didn't remember feeling like that when he'd
hidden out behind the boy's bathrooms with Frankie and his friends.
 
 "Ah, Ray?" A deep pink colour stained the pale cheeks and spread,
amazingly, down over the broad chest. 
 
 Ray averted his eyes hurriedly. "Well, let's get on with it." He sat down
rather abruptly on the bed.
 
 They both sat in silence, unmoving and carefully avoiding looking at each
other. One of them had to get the ball rolling and it obviously wasn't
going to be Benny. Ray sighed and scooted back on the bed to lean against
the wall. It was cold and scratchy. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it
behind him.
 
 Ben licked his lips, but otherwise he might as well have been a marble
statue. That white, almost translucent marble that glowed softly in the
light… Ray firmly brought his wandering mind back to the matter at hand.
He could do this. In fact, if he didn't do this, he was going to have blue
balls for a month at least. Ray closed his eyes and leaned his head back
against the wall. That was better. He began to idly stroke his chest, his
trembling fingers ruffling the slightly coarse hairs. He'd always liked
that. Gradually, he began to relax.
 
 The continued silence in the cabin was starting to get to him. Ray opened
his eyes to see Ben still sitting bolt upright on the couch, his hands
clasped and positioned strategically in his lap. If that was his idea of
jerking off, it was gonna take an awful long time.
 
 Well, maybe he could help Benny a bit. Kinda break the ice. Closing his
eyes again, Ray moved his fingertips lightly across his nipple. Wow! That
felt better than usual… he must be even more horny than he'd realised. He
waited for the shock to subside and then swallowed hard. "So, Benny, what
kind of stuff do you like to do?"
 
 "Do?" Ben's voice sounded strangled. 
 
 "Yeah. You know. Do." He lifted one eyelid fractionally and peeked at his
friend. He still hadn't started.
 
 "Well, I just… I just do it, Ray."
 
 Ray's eyes flew open and he stared at Ben in surprise. "Just do it? Don't
you like to fool around a bit first?" 
 
 A little shake of the head. 
 
 "Well, what do you do when you're… uh… with somebody else?" 
 
 The pink flush deepened considerably and the world's oldest Boy Scout
looked away for a moment.
 
 Ray sighed. "Well, why don't you try this?" He rubbed his nipple
carefully, teasing at the pointed tip, then circling it slowly with his
fingertip. It sent a jolt straight to his groin and he shivered. 
 
 Dark lashes drooped, half veiling the blue eyes, but Ben copied his
actions obediently. A soft gasp, and the widening of those same eyes made
Ray grin.
 
 "Oh! That is rather… ah… interesting, Ray."
 
 "Yeah." Satisfied for the moment, Ray let his head fall back against the
wall again, and closed his eyes. Let Benny have a bit of peace before
moving him on to the next step… And in the meantime… He continued his own
pleasuring. 
 
 Content to take it slowly, Ray stroked his chest some more, allowing one
hand to move, teasingly, as far as his navel while the other rubbed and
tugged at his nipples. The silence was replaced by the soft whisper of
skin moving over skin, and he lost all sense of time until a distinct
throbbing in his groin brought him out of his reverie. He wondered how
Benny was getting on.
 
 Benny was doing just fine, it seemed. Ray stared, transfixed, at the pale
beautiful body sprawled, thighs widely parted, on the couch. His head was
thrown back and his hands moved in sensuous arcs over his chest and belly.
The thick cock, flushed dark at the tip, drooped heavily over smooth,
apparently hairless balls. 
 
 "Hey, you've got a foreskin!" Why hadn't he noticed that before?
 
 Ben's eyes opened lazily. "Yes, Ray."
 
 "Cool." Ray grinned. "I've never seen one before." 
 
 Ben looked down at himself almost curiously, then took his cock, quite
unselfconsciously, in his hand and lifted it. "Well, I've never seen a
circumcised penis, Ray."
 
 Oh… well, he supposed one good turn deserved another. Ray shifted
slightly so Ben could see his. "So, Benny… whaddaya think?" 
 
 Ben titled his head in that way he did when he was considering something
unexpected. "It's quite pretty, Ray. Neat. It looks like a dark red
rosebud, just coming out of the calyx."
 
 Ray looked down at his cock in some surprise and wondered what a calyx
was, and whether it was a good thing to come out of. His cock obviously
seemed to think so. It lifted proudly under their combined admiration, and
he wrapped his fingers lovingly around it.
 
 The tingling sensation in his legs increased, and without thinking, he
began to stroke himself gently, his fingers sliding easily along the
rapidly hardening shaft. Ben, he noticed, was doing the same. It looked
like he'd well and truly gotten over his nervousness. Ray grinned
companionably at him and got a little smile in reply.
 
 "So, Benny…" He seemed to be starting a lot of his sentences with those
words lately. He tried for a casual tone. "What's it like, you know…
having a foreskin?"
 
 Ben's brow wrinkled slightly. "I don't know, Ray. What's it like not
having one?"
 
 "Uh…" Well, maybe that hadn't been the world's smartest question. He
rubbed his thumb lightly over his cockhead, enjoying the velvety feel of
it, and the pleasure that pulsed along the length of his cock and back
again. "Well, it must be different, I guess." Oh, very clever observation,
Vecchio. Brilliant deduction.
 
 "Well, yes, Ray." Ben's eyes met his for a moment then dropped. A blush
crept across his cheeks. "For example, you wouldn't be able to do this…"
 
 Under Ray's astonished gaze, Ben gently retracted the foreskin, revealing
a deeply flushed and wetly gleaming cockhead, then drew it forward again.
He continued the movement, sliding the foreskin slowly back and forth. Ray
shivered, wondering what that could possibly feel like. His groin ached
fiercely.
 
 "I'll bet…" Ray's voice cracked. He swallowed and tried again. "I'll bet
that feels good."
 
 Ben's eyes were becoming hazy. "Oh, yes, Ray… very good…" He moaned
softly.
 
 Little drops of pre-cum were slowly gathering under the foreskin. Ray
watched, mesmerised, as they finally dribbled over. Almost
absent-mindedly, Ben changed hands and licked the moisture off his
fingertips. 
 
 Well, he should have expected that, Ray supposed. God only knew what
other things he'd put in his mouth over the years. A few drops of his own
pre-cum would be nothing. Ray wondered what would it taste like. He'd
never even tasted his own, let alone anybody else's, but now the thought
echoed in his mind and refused to leave him alone.
 
 Ben was lifting his fingers to his lips again, his pink tongue already
peeking out in anticipation. His hand stopped half way and his eyes met
Ray's. Ray swallowed and tried to look away. He couldn't.
 
 Ray thought he might die as Ben rose, somewhat unsteadily, from the couch
and came over to him. His cock danced in the air above his thighs as he
walked. It had to be the most beautiful sight Ray had ever seen. When he
reached the bed, Ben knelt and offered him his hand. 
 
 Torn between repulsion and an aching, unaccustomed hunger, Ray simply
stared as the fingers advanced towards his lips. At the last moment he
opened his mouth instinctively and ran his tongue over Ben's fingertips,
then sucked them gently. It was… OK, he supposed. Certainly not
disgusting. Even nice, in a weird kind of way. He smiled shakily at Ben.
 
 The smile was returned, shyly. And then those big Mountie eyes dropped,
thoughtfully, to Ray's cock, hard as an iron rod and drooling with
pre-cum. The Look returned and Ben tilted his head. "May I, Ray?"
 
 Ray tried to appear nonchalant. "Sure."
 
 Ben looked into his eyes a moment longer, then leaned forward and slid
his tongue smoothly over Ray's cockhead. Ray yelped, and fought the urge
to plunge between Ben's parted lips. 
 
 "Geez, Benny! Ya could've warned me you were gonna do that!"
 
 "Sorry, Ray." Ben looked up with not a trace of contrition in his
expression. "How much warning would you need, do you think?"
 
 Ray groaned. "I think I've had all the warning I can take right now."
 
 He got a smile in reply, and the dark head was lowered again. This time,
Ray watched as the pink tongue caressed his cockhead, then moved on,
exploring delicately every surface, every texture of his cock. If he
didn't know better, he would have sworn Ben had done this a thousand
times. He was making pathetic whimpering noises by the time Ben was
finished.
 
 "Ray?" Ben was looking at him earnestly. "I'm afraid the floor is rather
hard on my knees, Ray…"
 
 "Oh… oh, sure." Ray moved around so Ben could get on the bed with him.
 
 They were lying face to face, their bodies stretched out along the bed.
It was a very narrow bed. Their cocks were touching, moving against each
other even though Ben and Ray were lying perfectly still. It felt
incredibly good.
 
 Ray stared into the pretty, slate blue eyes from a distance of less than
four inches and found he couldn't look away. The corners crinkled suddenly
and a hand cradled his cheek.
 
 "Uh… Ray? Do you think… I mean would you mind if I…" 
 
 "Oh, for God's sake, just kiss me."
 
 Benny was a good kisser, but then, after what he'd done with Ray's cock,
that came as no surprise. Somehow, without realising it, they'd moved
closer together than they really needed to fit on the bed. Suddenly Ray
was thrusting wildly against the hot hard body and the even hotter cock
pressed so firmly against his own. Their mouths broke apart and Ray gasped
for breath.
 
 "Oh! Oh Ray… I… Oh…" A large hand clutched desperately at his butt and
Ben plunged against him, his cock driving fiercely into Ray's belly. A
hot, endless gusher burst into the narrow space between their bodies,
spattering him with thick musk-scented seed.
 
 Ray howled wordlessly as his body seemed to turn inside out.
 
 Someone was kissing him. Soft, sweet little kisses all over his face. Ray
levered an eye open with an effort. "What happened?"
 
 The kisses stopped. "You had an orgasm, Ray." There was affection and
amusement in the quiet voice beside his ear.
 
 Ray levered the other eye open. "No. I've had orgasms. That wasn't an
orgasm, that was a… a…" he was lost for words to describe it. "Well, it
wasn't an orgasm." 
 
 "All right, Ray." Ben lay there, just looking at him. Like they'd never
seen each other before. Maybe they hadn't.
 
 Ray traced the curve of Ben's cheek with a fingertip. "So you think this
storm's gonna last another four, five days?"
 
 Ben nodded. "Perhaps longer."
 
 "If we're lucky." Ray smiled at him. 

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