Stop it, Ry, it doesn’t mean anything,I tell myself.He’s just being nice. Pull yourself together.
I’m late getting to Benji’s place because I severely underestimated how long it would take to drive ten miles in LA traffic. Back home, I could drive ten miles in ten minutes, andwhile I’ve already been here long enough to knowthatwasn’t going to be possible, I still didn’t expect it to take almost an hour.
I’m flustered and on edge already as I jog up the stairs to the third floor and knock on his apartment door. I can hear music blasting inside from all the way out here. The place seems alright, if a bit rundown, but I’m too busy wondering how pissed he’s going to be that I’m late to pay much attention to my surroundings.
The door swings open, and I’m hit with a wall of sound and the sharp, skunky scent of weed from inside. A guy I recognize as Benji yells over his shoulder at someone to turn the music down. He’s grinning wide, his dark curls poking through a backward baseball cap and his lean, toned chest on display, narrow hips fighting to hold up a pair of loose basketball shorts. His blue eyes are bright and welcoming. “You’re Riley, I take it!” He reaches out a hand, and I shake it tentatively. “I was beginning to worry you’d bailed on me, man!”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I laugh nervously. “Still not used to LA traffic.”
He laughs at that and claps me on the shoulder. “Dude, Isoget that. I mean, I’ve lived here all thirty-two years of my life, so I’m used to it, but my roommate is a transplant from the Midwest, and I heard all the complaints when he moved in.” Benji steps back to allow me inside.
It’s a nice enough place. The carpet is old, but the furniture seems fairly new, and in spite of the bong on the coffee table and the fast-food wrappers littering the kitchen counters, it seems pretty well-kept. I’m kind of worried about the weed, though. Not that I’m judging—it’s been legal in Oklahoma for years, and I’ve definitely tried it—but if Benji’s been smoking it would break my one and only rule. I feel like kind of a jerk that I forgot to mention it in our initial conversation, and I’m just debatingwhether I should bring it up or let it slide when Benji notices me eyeing the bong.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, man, that’s Mike’s. Not my thing on work days, you know?”
My shoulders relax at that. “Yeah, cool. Same. I mean, I’m totally fine with it and stuff…just like to be fully present.”
“Trust me, I wouldn’t want to miss a moment of this.” Benji smiles again, and I can’t help but notice how handsome he is. I can see why he’s gained a following so quickly.
He points out the bathroom, located between his open door and a closed one that I’m assuming must be Mike’s, and lets me know I can use it first if I need to prep or anything. We’ve already discussed that I’ll be bottoming, but I appreciate the gesture and tell him I got ready before I came over. He leads me into the open bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us.
The room is pretty sparse, probably so it will look good on camera. I recognize it from some of his other videos. A king-size bed sits against the far wall, and a small desk in the corner holds a laptop and a tripod already set up and ready with Benji’s phone attached. He shows me how to attach my phone to another tripod on the opposite side of the bed, and my hands are shaking slightly as I set up. I can still hear the faint music from the bedroom next door, and I’m hit with another wave of nerves. I’m not sure why, but knowing someone will be able to hear us through a wall feels more intimate than knowing Nathan was watching while he was filming.
I take a couple of deep breaths. It’s no big deal. I’m just out of sorts because I’m running late, and my adrenaline is sky-high because of it. That’s all.
Benji leans over the desk to mess with his own phone settings, and I see the band of a white jock peeking out of the waistband of his shorts. My cock gives an interested throb. My heart rate picks up a bit, and not because of adrenaline this time.
After a moment of fiddling, he hits record and turns back to me, stepping into my personal space and running a hand through my hair as he leans in, and our lips meet. I kiss him back hungrily, circling his waist and pulling him flush against me, our hips grinding. He groans into the kiss, and I can feel him getting hard against me. My own body responds accordingly.
We spend a few minutes exploring each other’s mouths before he pulls away to remove my shirt, while I easily slip his loose shorts off and palm his growing bulge. He’s working the button on my jeans while backing me up to the bed, and I follow his lead, flopping onto my back on the soft mattress. Our kisses are frenzied now, and he makes quick work of pulling off my jeans and shoes, leaving me only in my socks and underwear before collapsing on top of me.
I’m feeling really good and starting to relax when he slides my underwear off and reaches between my legs to circle my hole with the pad of his index finger. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside this pussy,” he growls, and I start at his words. I’m not sure how I feel about him calling my asshole a pussy. I don’t hate it, but I’m not really turned on by it either. “You gonna let my big dick in this tight little hole?”
I swallow and try to focus. “Yes,” I breathe, suddenly hyper-aware of the cameras trained on us. This is only my second collab. I can’t fuck this up. I’ll unpack how I feel about the dirty talk later. I spread my legs wider, allowing him better access, and he abruptly shoves one finger inside me. I must not be completely relaxed, because it stings a bit, but Benji slows his pace and circles his finger inside me while I adjust. I bear down, and he hums his approval as my hole sucks his finger in a bit further. Licking my palm, I reach down and take my cock in hand, giving it a few firm strokes.
“All fours, baby,” he instructs, standing to remove his last article of clothing. I obey, watching over my shoulder as heclimbs onto his knees on the bed behind me. His cock is long and thick; he’s bigger than Luke for sure, and I’m suddenly not sure if I’m ready for it. But he’s lubing himself up and drizzling a generous amount on my hole, and I focus on relaxing every muscle below my waist. He’s not the biggest I’ve taken. It’ll be fine.
Wrapping one arm around my chest, Benji mounts me and begins to press the thick head of his cock against my opening, applying pressure until I open for him. “That’s it, baby, let me in this perfect pussy.”
My erection flags a little at his words. Hm. Definitely not into that, then. Who knew? I’d watched a few of his videos and hadn’t really paid it much attention at the time, but it’s definitely not doing anything for me right now. Focusing on the feel of him pushing into me, I try to ignore his voice as he continues to breach me. His cock is bigger than I’ve had in a while. I breathe through my nose and take him, and after a few thrusts, my body is adjusting. I’ve gone mostly soft between the quick entry and unfavorable dirty talk, but hopefully it won’t be noticeable with the way the cameras are angled.
Benji is kissing along my neck and grunting in my ear about my tight pussy, and suddenly, I’m just ready for this to be over. The music next door has gotten louder, so his roommate can definitely hear us. Between that and the rough, rhythmic pounding I’m getting, I feel more awkward than turned on. Thankfully, it isn’t long before he groans, “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” and abruptly pulls out and finishes all over my back and ass, panting and stroking himself to eke out every drop before climbing off of me and stopping the recording on his phone. I’m frozen on my hands and knees, not quite sure what to do next. Was…that it?
“Whew, that’s gonna look really fucking hot, I bet,” Benji huffs, returning to the bed and handing me a clean towel to wipeup his mess. I take it and gingerly wipe at my back, not sure what to say. “You came, right?”
“Uh…sure, yeah.” Best he believes that anyway, because I’m not even close to aroused enough anymore for him to finish me, even if he offers.
“Cool, cool.” Benji is already sliding his shorts back on, sans jockstrap. “If you want to send me the footage from your phone, I can splice it together and have it ready to post later this week. Or I can send you mine, too, and you can make your own. I’m cool with whatever. We should do this again sometime, though. I think it’s gonna do well.”
My limbs are finally unstuck, and I’m collecting my phone and redressing in a fog. Benji is as cheerful and nice as ever as he makes small talk, but I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I’m just ready to get out of here. Mike’s door is still closed as we exit Benji’s bedroom, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I barely stop to say goodbye before I’m rushing out the door and back downstairs to my car.
I slam my car door behind me and take a few deep breaths. I don’t know why I’m so unsettled. Benji was perfectly nice. He’s the type of guy I could totally see being friends with. I didn’t think I had any expectations coming into this thing, but I definitely wasn’t expecting to feel so…off. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I queue up the video and skim through it. If this footage isn’t even usable because I look like I’m having a terrible time, I’m going to be so pissed at myself. But thankfully, it all looks pretty good on camera.
Sighing heavily, I close the video and pull up my navigation app. A red pin nearby, indicating a previously visited location, catches my eye, and I realize it’s Luke’s condo. He only lives a few blocks from here.
Chewing my bottom lip, I debate what to do. I’ve been enough of a nuisance with all my questions; he doesn’t need tohold my hand while I figure out my weird feelings about this collab. He’s probably busy anyway. He was posting gym selfies earlier on Instagram, so I bet he’s not even home.
I’m not going to text him.
