Sven And Benny

Sven woke up with an erection and a strange warm feeling in his stomach. He stared at the ceiling, as if he could find the answer to the question, which was playing, through his head: what the heck has he been dreaming? When his erection didn't shrink as usual, he took it in his hand and jerked it off. Afterwards, when he wiped himself of, he realized his dream had made him extremely horny. The feeling in his stomach became stronger. Sven had been dreaming that he'd made love with a man.

He started his day on the automatic pilot. His mind stayed with the dream. Time on time again he revived the moment where he was pressed down under the guy in his dreams, and was taken brutally. It was confusing.

Sven had a little experience with men. During his puberty he had experimented with some guys from his age. He'd liked it, but when he grew up he only had heterosexual relations. He'd forgotten about the experiments. Until last night.

In the car on his way to work, Sven worked for an insurance company, he tried to remember the details of his dream-lover. He'd been young, with dark hair. One thing Sven could remember very well, as if he actually had looked him in his eyes, were the blue eyes. For the rest is was a blur. But the pleasure... yes, he could remember that part very lively.

He didn't work much that day. Luckily he could determine himself how much work he did. Sven was sort of the detective of the company. He checked large claims on accuracy. At the end of his afternoon a colleague came in to pick him up.

"Are you ready, my lad?" he asked him.

"For what..." Sven asked uninterested.

"For the reception. The old man of the mail is retiring. We're saying goodbye today."

Sven sighed and cleaned up his paperwork. He didn't give a shit about the old guy from the mail. But OK, then he could finally leave his work alone.

"Made any progress today?" his colleague asked.

"No," answered Sven shortly.

"Ow come on, have a glass of wine and say goodbye, then you can leave."

Sven followed him to the canteen, where a real farewell-party was held. Sven walked straight to the wine. From a distance, far behind the others, he watched the show. The almost-retired man from the mail stood on the stage and listened to the farewell speech. He accepted the present, Sven suspected it would be a fake golden watch, and spoke to the crowd. Sven didn't listen. He smothered a yawn and realised again that his mind wandered off to the dream. He longed for his bed, where he could re-live the dream.

Suddenly something happened that put him with both feet back on the ground. His wineglass was empty, luckily, or he'd spilled the red stuff all over his shoes. De old man had invited someone on stage and introduced him:

"This is my substitute: Benny!"

Sven stared at the boy and couldn't believe his eyes. Benny was young, had dark hair and, Sven could easily see that even from the distance, he had bright blue eyes. Besides all that he was also extremely handsome.

Benny took the microphone and started his speech with a deep voice. His voice was surprisingly heavy. Benny wasn't tall, but broad-shouldered. Sven thought about his dream and wondered if Benny would resemble his dream-lover in more ways. He had to suppress an ecstatic shiver.

While his co-workers welcomed Benny with a loud applause, Sven isolated himself even more. The men left the stage and mingled in the public. Sven watched in silence.

He had no idea how long he'd been standing in that corner, staring, when he suddenly got eye contact with Benny. The boy looked at him and smiled. Although Sven didn't smile back, Benny didn't seem willing to look away. It became an uncomfortable situation. Sven was the first to give in.

His wine glass was still empty. He needed a refill, but he didn't want to leave his corner. What if his colleagues spoke to him, or even worse, what if Benny suddenly stood in front of him?

All of a sudden a full glass of wine was held in front of him. Someone offered it to him, but Sven didn't want to take it. He looked up very slowly. Boots, tight jeans, a jacket and a tight T-shirt, all black. And the glass was patiently held up in front of him. Eventually Sven took it. He mumbled a 'thank you' and looked a bit further up. The blue eyes took his breath away.

"Hi," said Benny.

"Hi," said Sven hoarsely.

"My name is Benny."

Sven cleared his throat. "I'm Sven." He looked Benny straight in the eyes and could hardly blink. He felt his blush. It had to be a ridiculous sight.

"I need fresh air," croaked Sven.

Benny stepped aside. "Fancy some company?"

Sven nodded silently and quickly left the building. Benny followed him.

Once behind the building, out of view of the canteen and parking lot, Sven relaxed. His thoughts raged through his head and he was confused.

"Claustrophobic?" he heard Benny ask.

Sven shook his head to clear his mind. "No," he answered. "I feel a bit weird today."

The boy sat himself on a bench and tapped the seat right next to him. Sven sat down and took a sip of the wine. It wasn't good wine. Sven wished he'd taken whisky. He could do with a real drink now.

"Cigarette?" offered Benny him the package. Sven accepted. He'd quit smoking a long time ago but needed a smoke badly. He inhaled thankfully.

Sven felt he was watched while he re-organized his thoughts. He looked up. Benny was observing him. With a grin.

"Felling better?"

Sven nodded. The wind blew his blond hair in his eyes. His heart skipped a beat when Benny stroked it gently aside.

"What do you do here?" Benny asked.

Sven took a deep breath. "I'm the detective here," he said, still a bit hoarse.

Benny laughed. "Really? Cool... are you armed?"

Now Sven had to laugh too. "Nah. I investigate the large claims. It's much duller than it sounds." He talked a bit more about his daily duties and felt much better.

"What have you been up to before this?" he asked Benny.

Benny relaxed and sipped his wine. "I've been travelling," he said.

"Seriously? Around the world?"

"Sort of... I've started a world trip and got stuck in Egypt. I've been there for the last three years."

Sven was intrigued. "And why did you return here?"

Benny laughed aloud. "My money was spend! I've been working in the holyday seasons. I could manage myself in between the periods for the first years, but I made so little money that I had to get back... I didn't get permits too. I was illegal..."

"What a pity..."

"Nah," laughed Benny. " I'm quite happy to be here. I've missed it."

Sven wanted to know all about his travels and before they knew it the sun was down and the wine finished.

"Shall we fill it up again?" Benny suggested.

"Hm.. Do you really want to? I've no need in meeting my colleagues again. Besides," he continued while he stretched his stiff muscles, " I believe we're too late anyway. Everybody went home already..."

"Okay, so what do you suggest? Another drink somewhere else?"

"Sure... Where?"

Benny played with his empty glass. "Pub?"

Sven didn't answer but shook his shoulders.

"At my place?" Benny suggested hesitating.

His companion stared in front of him. "Where do you live?"

"Walking distance."

"Okay," Sven said quickly before he could change his mind. "He raised and stretched his back. "What shall we do with the glasses?"

"Take them with you... I could do with a few..."

Side by side they walked to Benny's place. Sven wondered where they were going when they reached he harbour. Eventually Benny stated they'd arrived. Sven looked around him. "Where?" he asked.

"Right here..."

Sven looked up the building. And up. And higher up. "What floor?"

"Well, in fact I own the whole building. But I live at the top floor."

The building was huge. An old, empty barrack.

"I thought you had no money?"

Benny laughed. "It cost me an euro. I can live in it for free when I maintain it."

"Cool... Good deal. Can't wait to see it."

Benny opened the door and invited him in. "Follow me, my lord."

Sven followed him in the old elevator.

"Don't mention the mess," Benny said apologizing when they waited until the elevator had reached its destination. "I didn't unpack everything yet."

Sven stepped out of the lift and looked around him. His mouth fell open. The mess Benny mentioned could hardly be noticed in the enormous space. This was the attic, which covered the whole surface of the building. There were windows in all four walls. There was a large round bath with view over the harbour, built in a podium right in front of the windows. A large kitchen at the other side. In the middle of the room there were huge soft couches placed around an oversized rug. In yet another corner stood a king-size bed. The closets, the boxes, the rubbish, the clothes lying around, nothing could make the room appear smaller. It was, in one word: enormous.

"You can't get claustrophobic here," stated Benny when Sven turned himself to him.

"No... here you get agoraphobia..."

Benny laughed. "Wine?" he offered. "Real wine. Not that rubbish we had earlier."

Sven nodded in approval and sat himself on a couch. Old chandeliers hung down the beams above him. Benny opened a bottle of red wine. Then he lit the candles.

"How do you keep this place warm in the winter?" asked Sven in awe.

"I don't know," answered Benny. "There's a fireplace," he pointed at one of the walls between the high windows, "and when I light the old heater in the cellar it heats it here too. But I didn't have the chance to find it out yet."

He poured the wine in clean glasses and sat next to Sven. "Cheers."

"Cheers."

This was good wine. They drank in silence.

"Say, Sven," Benny said eventually. "Why did you have to leave in such a rush, back then?"

Sven swallowed. "I got airless in there," he lied a bit.

"Yes I noticed. But how come?"

Sven looked at the boy, who retuned his gaze with completely innocent blue eyes. "I had a deja vu," he said eventually. For a moment it appeared if Benny was satisfied with that answer. Sven relaxed, but suddenly Benny asked: "When was that, exactly?"

Sven sighed. It was no use. He sat here on the couch with the guy of his dreams and had acted so strange that the questions were logical. And he'd come with Benny to his place. Not because he wanted more wine. "The moment I saw you, Benny," he said.

"Really? On that stage?"

"Yes."

"Any idea when you've seen me before?"

"Oh yes..."

"When?"

"Last night." While Benny paused over this Sven emptied his glass an filled it again.

"Last night?" Benny asked.

"Yes. Last night."

"You dreamed about me?"

Sven closed his eyes when his dream sprang to mind again. "Yes." It was hardly more than a sigh.

"Wow," said Benny quietly. They drank in silence for a while.

"Sven?"

"Yes?"

"That dream..."

There you have it, Sven thought. "Yes?"

"Was it... I mean... Did we... Ehm..."

Sven smiled about the stuttering. He placed his glass on the floor and turned himself to Benny. Suddenly self-assured he looked the man straight in the eyes. "Oh yes Benny, all the way." He moved his eyebrows up and down. "And with pleasure." He was pleased to see Benny got a blush on his cheeks.

The smaller man licked his lips and retained his calm. He also put his glass on the floor. "So, you dream of me," he teased. He'd put his jacket off and Sven could see a piercing in his nipple. Benny saw how he looked. He pulled his T-shirt tighter. Before Sven knew it, he'd reached his hand and caressed the pierced nipple. Benny moaned softly. The ring moved beneath his fingers.

"Any idea how this feels?" asked Benny while he turned himself a bit more to give Sven all the access.

"No?"

"As if you get bitten in you nipple very softly."

Sven carefully pulled the ring. "Is that good?"

"Never been bitten in your nipple?" It was more an offer than a question.

Sven shivered. "Not that I recall."

"Ohh," Benny sighed. "You don't know what you're missing."

"I don't?"

"No..."

Teasing like that they've moved closer to each other. Sven saw how Benny's eyes had become darker of excitement. He wondered if he also had a hard on, just like him. And he worried about how Benny would feel about him having a hard on by only teasingly playing with a nipple...

Benny didn't wonder anything. He was unbuttoning Sven's shirt. Sven stopped caressing and removed his tie. Then he pulled Benny's T-shirt out of his pants. His hands were all sweaty and were trembling. Benny helped him. Sven saw his beautiful dark body hair. The ring in his nipple shined in the candlelight.

"Now you..." Benny said softly. "What do you have to offer me?"

Sven removed his shirt. He had a totally smooth chest. Benny moaned in approval and bend over to his chest. He licked one of his nipples and gently nibbled on it. Sven held his breath.

"I see what you mean", he said under his breath. He heard Benny snigger. Hesitating he reached out his hand and he caressed Benny's dark hair. He watched him. He liked it a lot so far, but was also confused.

Benny moved his head to the other nipple, leaving a wet trail with his warm tongue, and continued his licking. He sucked and nibbled until the nipple was erect. Then he bit hard. Sven uttered a scream.

"Ouch?" mumbled Benny while he kissed the sore spot.

"Not really..."

Benny left his chest alone and came up. He pressed Sven with his back against the couch and climbed on his lap. He pressed him under his muscular body.

Sven was glowing from head to toe. He felt how Benny's hard dick pushed in his stomach. He looked up to the young face, right next to him, and longed for a kiss. Slowly he closed his eyes when Benny pressed his wet lips on his mouth. He opened his lips to receive the tongue. Benny moved his hips back and forth. Sven put his hands around them. Benny made slow movements, like he was fucking, and rubbed his dick with his ass. Sven's balls were sore. He moved his hands to the front of Benny's pants and opened the top button. Benny pulled back a little to give him room to open all the buttons. He didn't wear underpants. His hard dick jumped free. Sven stroked it with his hand and felt the juice. Benny moaned muffled, his tongue deeply in Sven's mouth. Sven sucked his tongue like he blowing his dick, while his hand jerked his dick in the same rhythm. Benny moved his hips and groaned at every movement. Suddenly he pulled his head back.

"Easy on," he panted. He stopped the pumping hand. "It's been so long that I can come instantly..."

"Who's stopping you," said Sven.

But Benny raised of his lap. "I'd like to stretch it a little," he said.

He pulled his pants down and kneeled on the rug. "Come here," he demanded. "Take off your damn pants and come here."

Sven smiled but didn't rush. He slowly opened his trousers and stuck his hand inside. He jerked himself for a while. Benny watched every move. His hips started moving again, his hands pressed firmly besides his balls. Sven admired his muscles. Then he slowly pulled his pants down. His shorts stood up like a tent and he clearly had a wet spot.

Benny licked his lips. "Go on," he said.

Sven pulled his sorts off his hips. His dick trembled in position.

"Like this?" he asked, spreading his legs to give Benny full sight.

"Perfect," said Benny hoarsely. "Now come to me."

Sven slid of the couch and into Benny's arms. He embraced him firmly and kissed his mouth. Then he pulled back and forced Sven on his back on the rug. He fell on top of him, spread his legs and pushed himself in between them.

"Oh man," he panted. "I'm far too hot." He held his dick and slid the wet head between the cheeks of Sven's butt. He poked against his anus.

"Not so fast!" Sven cried out. "I don't know if I can do this!"

Benny kept rubbing but didn't poke anymore. "What do you mean?"

"Man, I'm still a virgin..."

Benny laughed in disbelief. "Oh great," he said. "That's even more than I wished for." He stood up, leaving Sven in worry. "I'll be right back."

Sven followed him with his eyes, confused, but relieved when he saw him return. Benny sat back between his legs. He opened a jar of Vaseline, smiled encouraging at Sven and bend over to his dick.

Sven held his breath when he felt the tip of the hot, wet tongue over the head of his penis. Benny licked his juice off and smacked in approval. Then he sucked the dick into his mouth.

Sven enjoyed the slow sucking. He realized he was moaning, and felt how Benny doubled his efforts at every sound he made. He gasped for breath when he felt a finger sliding into his ass.

It didn't hurt. Sven squirmed delighted. Benny fingered him slowly and carefully while he sturdy sucked his dick. The slippery finger kept sliding in and out his anus. After a while he stuck a second finger in. Sven lifted his ass.

"Oh wow," he uttered softly.

Benny stopped sucking and fingered him with rhythmic movements. Sven moved his ass in the same rhythm. The two fingers slid easily in and out.

"I think you're able to have me," said Benny. Sven saw him jerking his dick to make it as hard as possible. He lubricated it with a generous quantity of Vaseline.

His heart was pounding so fast it made him dizzy, when Benny sat himself in position again. He did his best to relax. His greasy butt let the head in with ease, but then firmly closed itself behind it. Benny moved slowly to give Sven time to relax again. Then he gently pushed a bit forward. Meanwhile he jerked Sven's dick.

Sven gasped for breath, his eyes closed, his legs pulled up and back as far as he could. The feeling he got from Benny's thick pulsing rod was incredible.

Suddenly it seamed as if Sven's ass gave in and Benny slipped in. Sven screamed out loud. He felt Benny's hairy testicles against his butt. His rectum sealed itself around the intruder, who waited for a while and then gently pulled back.

Sven felt like he was burning. His own dick was still being jerked and the pleasure made the pain a bit less severe. When Benny pushed back inside him he was flushed with pain and pleasure. He groaned from the bottom of his heart.

Slowly he got used to the feeling. The fucking went easier and Benny moved faster. Sven opened his eyes. His young lover grinned at him. "See... you can have me..." he gasped.

Sven answered by moaning deeply and closed his eyes again. Benny saw that as a sign to do his best even more and let his dick go. He planted both hands besides Sven on the rug and fucked him hard.

The pounding in Sven's rectum became stronger and it seemed like the penis doubled its size. Sven felt how a hot wave filled him, while he heard how Benny came loudly. The sperm dripped out of his anus. Sven loved the feeling. Benny didn't stop fucking him. It became much easier now that his ass was lubricated with sperm. Sven took his dick in his hands and jacked himself off.

With Benny still in his ass, Sven braced himself for his orgasm. He blew his load over his chest and face and it didn't seem to end.

"That's it," he heard Benny from a distance. "Do it baby, do it!"

Sven couldn't stop. His balls kept pumping his juice while Benny fucked him fast and hard. "That's it," said Benny again. "Now it's my turn again!"

Sven screamed when the other filled his ass again. His rectum burned and pounded and he felt so wonderfully dirty with al that sperm and sweat all over him. Benny smeared the mess over his body and kept on fucking.

Eventually their movements settled down and they relaxed a little. Sven received his panting lover in his arms.

"God, I needed that," said Benny.

"You too, huh?" laughed Sven.

They kissed each other with passion.

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written by laevix