Borrowing Benji

All of the lamps in my apartment had been deliberately switched off so I could see the television screen just a little bit better. I have not had many days off and when I do finally get those forty-eight hours of freedom I like to spend it catching up with television shows that I have been meaning to watch while the sound of the washer lightly tapping the side of the wall reminds me I’m in the middle of laundry. I found myself drifting away from the show I was watching, thinking about something random before I dozed off with my head lolling onto the pillow next to.

Click.

I jolted awake as I heard the front door unlock. The screen had turned blue due to inactivity and I stuck my hands under my blanket to look for my phone which was now swimming the sea of fabric that was keeping me warm. By the time I found it, my roommate was already inside and switching the light on.

“Hey, Benji.” I yawned his name which caused the corner of his mouth to curl up into a smirk. He stood on the rug near the entrance in his black shirt and gray sweatpants. I had always like it when he wore that specific pair because occasionally he didn’t wear underwear and sometimes I would find myself staring at the thick snake pressing against the plush fleece containing it.

“Oh. That’s his name.” He was staring at me which, after a moment, started to become weird. I had always had a crush on Benji. He started as my roommate in college and when we decided to move in together I had no idea how I was going to do it. Other than the sweatpants, he would sometimes walk around with nothing, but a towel around his waist, which was just as revealing as the sweatpants. Sometimes he would forget I was sitting on the sofa and when the towel would fall on the way back to his room, his plump ass fully exposed, he caught it and walked with it in his hand.

“Are you alright?” I asked, sitting up a little more, my vision still blurry from waking up so suddenly. He nodded in a way that signaled a red flag. His eyes were more lustful and when his gaze wandered down to himself I started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Mostly because I suddenly found myself getting hard under the blanket.

“Yeah,” he turned slightly and then pushed down his pants, “I’m perfect.” He was staring down at his own hardening cock which was contained by his green boxer briefs. I could almost see the veins through the lycra-like fabric and adjusted on the cushion.

“Um, are you sure.” I asked once more, shocked and still extremely turned on.

“Of course. I’m just borrowing Benji here for a little bit.” He looked up at me with a grin as though I knew exactly what he was talking about. I couldn’t help myself and stared for as long as he would let me, which would have been forever if I didn’t catch myself drooling. He massaged his bulge and let a small grunt of pleasure before pulling at the waistband to look inside.

“Benj-“

I was interrupted by him pushing down his underwear and admiring his cock as it throbbed, begging to be pleased. I could tell he wasn’t even completely hard.

“Damn. Not bad. Have you ever seen him like this before? All exposed and shit?” He had turned towards me and let out a small moan as he massaged his cock. I had been trying to hide my own hard on, but at this point I was so confused I just let the bulge appear.

“No.” I gulped, which had made him smirk. He slipped out of his sweatpants and then his underwear followed. He looked me dead in the eyes and grinned.

"I hope you don’t mind, but I’m not Benji. Do you mind if you help me explore his body?” He asked. He brought his arms up and flexed them, showing off his body to me even though I lived with him. I had just never seen him like this.

“Um…”

“Don’t worry,” He was within arms reach now and his hand came down to massage the bulge in the blanket which was definitely happy to be touched, “He’ll be back tomorrow. I’m just using him for the night.” He had leaned into me and whispered so erotically that I found my hands moving up around his waist. He lowered his body on top of me, his knees digging into the cushion I was sitting on as he pressed his body into me. His cock was warm and I felt it on my stomach as he humped me. I pushed off my shorts and underwear, feeling his warm ass as he lowered himself. My cock slid along his firm ass cheeks and with a grin he reached back, pulled them apart and began to lower himself onto my throbbing erection.

“Oh fuck.” I whimpered as he bit his lip.

“He’s never done this before,” He let out a grunt when I could feel myself completely inside of him and then leaned into my ear once more, “I like them like that.” He began to lift himself off my cock and then started a rhythm of sliding myself in and out of him. I couldn’t help but sync up with that rhythm and I found myself thrusting into him as my hands explored his body. He threw off his shirt so I could worship the muscles that Benji had worked so hard for. The current passenger loved his and began flexing for me, worshipping his own body along with me.

“Fuck you feel so good inside of me,” He whimpered as he reached down to massage his own cock, “his asshole fucking loves you.” As he bounced on top of me, he was stroking his own cock, letting his balls slap against my stomach. He was almost convulsing when I felt the streams of white cum land on my chest and a roar came from somewhere deep inside of him.

As his white juices dripped down onto the cushion below, I felt my cock explode inside of him, grunting and clawing at his back as I pulled his muscular body closer to me, getting a good smell of his body. I sighed as I leaned back and he was grinning from ear to ear, still impaled by my throbbing cock. I arched my back as he playfully clenched his hole and then laughed when he slid off of me.

“Who exactly are you if you’re not Benji?” I asked, still taking heavy breaths.

“Just a temporary passenger.” He slid his hand along his torso and winked at me.

“You don’t have to be temporary.” I looked at him and could tell he liked the idea of permanently being inside of my hunky roommate.

“Really?” He was shocked, but definitely enticed.

“Yeah, and you can do what you want with him, just make sure you come back home to me so we can do this all over again.” My hand had drifted to his muscled thigh. He grinned, pushed himself farther into the back cushions and laughed.

“Deal.” He said and then I felt his hand in mine.