Neither of us moved for a minute or two with Ben still gripping my shoulders and me caressing the globes of his bum with the palms of my hands. Eventually he broke free and after a slightly uncomfortable glance, headed off for a good nights sleep.
The next morning Ben was up and about before me and had the fire going before I surfaced. We were both on edge that next day and I was starting to wonder whether I had done the wrong thing. We chatted away but he was a bit more like his usual sullen self. By the end of our stay I was almost pleased that the weekend has ended.
I didn't see him through that hole in wall of the public toilets over the next week. I didn't hear from neither he nor his mother and was becoming fairly sure that that was the end of that.
I was relaxing at home one night after coming home from work when the doorbell rang. I opened the front door and got a surprise when I realised it was Ben. Neither of us said much, just a hello. He looked a bit nervous and, judging by his red tinged face, almost embarrassed. I invited him inside and asked him if he would like something to drink.
He followed me into the kitchen and when I turned around he had a funny look on his face. I looked down and saw that his cock was bulging out in his pants. I just stood there with a surge of adrenalin surging through my body and my heart racing. Almost instantly my cock was straining against the thin material of my tracksuit pants.