Showing Our Butt Holes

It was a Saturday and I was the only one home seeing as the folks and my sister were at my cousins till Sunday night. They'd left me with $50.00 and a fridge full of food which was good seeing as I'd been paid Thursday and all I had to do was clean out the roof guttering. Anyways it was a hot day, one of those glarey white ones where the air seems kinda quite, I was up on the ladder throwing mulched up leaves down onto the driveway and I'd taken my shirt off to stay cool.

Aside from the odd car the street had been empty all afternoon, I was leaning on the top of the ladder taking a breather when I see Ben Oxley walking up from the Higgin Street corner. Me being me and knowing Ben's older brother Stuart like I did I get this jump in my dick but seeing as I didn't know Ben at all I was gonna pretend I didn't see him and keep on working. But he crossed the street to my side so I felt I had to say hi at least. I waved at him, yelled hi and thought nothing about it but instead of just walking past he comes up the driveway.

"Hey"

"Ben. How you been?"

"Good thanks. Is hot as. You doing all the gutters?"

"Yeah. Right round"

I thought that that'd be the end of it and he'd just walk off but he stands there banging his foot against the ladder real slow and gently and not saying anything.

"You seen Stu lately?" He mumbles all of a sudden.

"No, not for three weeks I guess."

Knowing when you're being hit on is a skill. But all I knew about Ben was that he was 17, he'd grown up around the corner from my house and his older brother was Stuart Oxley who's my age. I'm 19 and tend to hang with guys my own age so in hindsight I can see why he was there but at the time I wasn't stupid not to pick it up.

I know for a fact that I've got average intelligence because it got proven in a test we did at carpentry apprentice school a couple of years back. And I don't look thick, I admit sometimes my mouth hangs open maybe a small bit and I can stare but that's me concentrating.

So after a few more quite moments Ben starts nodding his head like he's figured something out and then he just walks away.

Not for a second did I think he knew what me and his brother had done together. I got no problems about blowing a guy but Stuart Oxley's in a long-term relationship with a girl and after I'd sucked his dick in the 7-11 car park he was getting all panicked about people knowing and so the idea that his brother knew just didn't even enter my head.

So after Ben walks off I get back to work.

Leaning my crotch on the ladder I bone up when thinking about that night. It was more a dare really, Stuart had heard this rumor about me and he comes up to the car just as I'm about to drive off and so he's leaning on the car saying how it's gotta be bullshit and how I fucked Kathy Shelford and suddenly he like undoes his fly and flops his dick threw the car window and just says 'blow me'. So I think what the hell, it's dark, the car parks empty so I suck his dick. It's pretty whorey on my part I know but what the fuck - I knew Stuart and I knew he had a lot more to lose so I was sure it'd be kept quite.

It was around three but somehow the sun seemed to be getting brighter and hotter so I figure I'd take a rest in the garage and maybe take care of the erection that's in no hurry to go down. It's even hotter in the garage than outside but I'm horny and covered in sweat so I drop down on the old couch.

I'm a second away from getting out my dick when damn Ben Oxley shuffles through the garage door.

"Hey again" he says like it's not weird that he's back.

"Yeah. Hey"

Again he doesn't say anything and we stand there silently. The fact that I've probably got a bulge in the front of my trousers doesn't worry me.

"I'm busy still" I stand up and try not to sound pissed off and if he see's the bulge I figure he's old enough to figure why it is I'm busy.

Still nothing clicks in my head.

Dropping back on the old couch I push at my now softening bulge. Ben's figures this is an invitation for him to sit down too so he pulls up an empty milk crate and drops heavily onto it. He's not that tall and his clothes show off what he thinks is muscle but it's more puppy fat that he's never lost. And somehow the tattoo on his arm makes him look less tough.

"Like I say I haven't seen Stuart for three weeks."

He nods his head a couple of times and looks down at the floor, the peak of his cap covering his eyes.

"Yeah, he saw you at the 7-11"

Something clicks in my head but I don't let on.

"Is that rumor true that you've gone like a fag...I mean gay?" He's looking at the floor but I can tell he's blushing.

"It's not like you 'go'...."

"Spose' it's like you like lookin' at your own arse so much...it's faggy..." His voice trails off.

"Or just curiosity....I mean aside from gym..."

Getting up and crossing the room I close the garage door - Ben doesn't let it show if he noticed - he's too busy looking at the floor. The suns still shining through the window and my skin looks and feels raw. My hard-ons well filling the front of my pants. Looking at Ben's crotch I can't see his reaction because his jeans are too baggy and low hung.

"Gyms gym though..." He's still looking at the ground and not moving.

"Yeah, true. But if the truth came out I bet you'd find most guys have checked theirs out once."

Ben still sits there not looking up and the slow nodding starts off again.

"I gotta admit I've stuck my finger up my arse since I was 14." I say quietly.

That got his attention. His eyes met mine with an excited scared look.

"And I know this guy on the web that shoves a pen up his arse if you ask..."

Ben cuts in. "I'd show you mine if...I don' wanna kiss though, just show our arses"

Ben was rubbing at his own crotch and I don't think he realized. He undid his belt buckle and his baggy jeans dropped straight to the floor. His cut cock sprang up from his boxers as he kicked them into a pile with his t-shirt.

All I had to do was get my pants off so in about a second we sat facing each other holding our rock hard stiffs.

"You first" I told him.

Straight off Ben was on his feet and pulling his large, pale arse cheeks apart. His butt muscles musta been big but he wrenched the cheeks so far apart I got a perfect square view of the ring, twitching amongst the dark hairs along his crack. Then shooting one of his hands up between his legs his middle finger slipped easily into his hole. Yanking his finger out he faced me, stick cock swaying in the hot garage air he held up the slightly damp middle digit.

"Second knuckle, dead easy I tell ya'. I've had two fingers up it the one time and I was so fuckin' horny I could twist em' round like a bastard"

For a second he waived them under his nose, "smell OK too, a bit shit smells OK but I'm real clean." The shyness had really gone. He's was talking so loud and excited that I was tempted to tell him to keep his voice down.

"Lift up ya' leg so I can see yours" I was still sitting down but did like he asked. I start fingering up and down my crack until I felt the warm softness of my ring then I slowly eased the tip of my finger up my hole.

Ben was kneeling down on the floor pumping at his cock - he was really staring and gaping at my fingers as they pressed past my ring. "Man yours looks just like mine"

Leaning in closer to my crotch "Smells like mine too." He glanced and nodded at my cock as my other hand tugged hard at the shaft; "you close to?"

"Yeah" I groaned more than I expected. "Hey Ben d' you want me to blow you."

"Hell yeah...but s'it cool if I don't do yours...I just..."

This guy was weird, maybe it can just be about arses. Before I had time to think he stood up in front of me looking down at the couch and my naked sweating body.

"Where d' I go?"

"Just sit" and I pulled him down onto the couch.

"Oh fuck man, I'm gonna blow...I'm real fuckin' close."

"Me too" And I was close. I tried to slow the pace of my fist on my cock but that pink, raw cut cock sticking up from Ben's lap. His words and his horniness...

Opening my mouth as wide as I could I dropped my face down over his shaft. For a second I thought how it was thicker than his brothers but then I just slid my lips down it.

Taking my fingers from my arse I fumbled wildly between his legs. I felt them spread slightly and I dived in with my hand, brushing against his tight balls I soon found the sweaty, clammy crevice. My finger nails brushed for a second on his moist ring them wham.

He blew. I blew. Cum shot up my body and splattered the both of us. His cum started pouring from the corners of my mouth as the warm white slime filled my mouth. Watching it drop and pool in his pubic hair I kept sucking and drawing at his cock until the softened wet penis slipped from my lips.

Falling back on the couch Ben stared at the far wall, oblivious to the load of my cum that turned to a clear water that ran down his sweaty body. We did glisten in the sun. The faint smell of arse the only reminder of the fast frenzy on that Saturday afternoon.

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written by jhimuswrite