Big Ben humbled part 1- desi gay sex story

Ben laid back in bed and absentmindedly bounced his tennis ball against the roof of his bedroom. It was a good thing no one lived in the space above him, or the steady thumping would have gotten on people’s nerves. As it was the area directly above his room was just attic space. He had never bothered to go up there. His dad had expressly forbidden it, but Ben wasn’t necessarily the type to head parental warnings; he just had no real interest in rooting around in some dusty old attic. He doubted there was anything cool up there. His family was the most boring, middle class, suburbanites the world had ever seen. He figured his parents told him to keep out of there because that is where they liked to stash the Christmas gifts.

Finally Ben’s phone chirped, alerting him to a new message. He turned the screen on and glanced at the name. He immediately perked up when he saw that the name on the screen was that of his best friend, Max. Ben had been sweating bullets ever since this afternoon in the locker room. Max had caught him staring a little too hard at one of the other senior’s dicks. Ben couldn’t help it though. He loved huge dicks… Well, maybe it wasn’t right to say that he loved huge dicks. It would be more precise to say that he was fascinated by dicks that were larger than his. Something about it really got under his skin and got him rock hard. Just seeing Roland’s floppy foot long bouncing and bobbing around in the showers after football practice got Ben dangerously chubby. He had to force his eyes away from the impeccable specimen in order to keep himself from sporting a full on bone in the middle of the locker room.

Which brings things back around to the nature of the text message. The electronic font read, “Hey. I’ll be there in a few. Let’s talk when I get there.”

Ben grimaced a bit, but tried to relax. He knew he was pretty much busted, but at least Max seemed to be being pretty chill about it. He doubted anything bad would happen. They had known each other since kindergarten, and they were about to start college in a few months. They had been friends for the majority of their lives. Ben didn’t think a little thing like coming out would really rock their friendship. The worst that could happen was that Max would be little too gung ho in his support and accidentally blew the story to everyone before Ben was ready.

After a few more minutes of arbitrarily flinging the tennis ball at random spots on the ceiling and then catching it, Ben heard the front door open and the encroaching din of hurried footfalls. Soon after Max came barreling into his room without so much as a knock, but Ben was used to this by now.

“What’s the rush?” Ben asked trying his best to sound uninterested but only succeeding in sounding distant and irritated.

Ben’s shorter, slimmer, black haired friend blew a quick burst of air upwards to push his long, shaggy bangs out of his eyes before pausing a moment to pick his words carefully. “We need to talk, and I know that you know that I know. So cut the crap.” Max didn’t seem angry. Quite the opposite. He seemed to me taking his time and scoping out every inch of Ben’s body as the bigger guy laid back in bed.

Ben was pretty good looking by all accounts. He tried to remain humble, but he heard the way people talked about him. He was by far the biggest dude on the football team, and word had gotten around that he was also well above average below the belt too. His thick cock swelled up to an impressive eleven inches when fully boned. To his knowledge the only person in the city who could beat him in terms of cock size was none other than Roland, the same guy that Ben had been caught checking out earlier in the afternoon.

Ben wasn’t just well off in the dick department though. His clean cut, blonde hair and crystal blue eyes seemed to drive the girls wild, and he took very good care of his body; he ate well, and even during the off seasons he worked out almost every day. The net result was that he was buff and cut like an underwear model.

Max wasn’t nearly as big and buff as his huge, hunky friend, but he was by no means overweight. The black haired dude had more of a slim, compact musculature which made him look a little silly when he had the heavy pads on, but once the gear came off, people could see that he was cut like a rockstar.

Ben continued to bounce his ball against the ceiling. He was trying to pretend not to notice his pal, but the glare that Max was giving him made it obvious that Max did not buy the act at all.

“Look. I saw you checking him out.” Max said. His speech was slow and choppy. Not because he was trying to sound firm and forceful, but because he had to break up his speech so that he didn’t have to yell over the steady thunk, thunk, thunk of Ben’s tennis ball.

Ben began throwing the ball harder and faster trying to drown out the inevitable man to man talk. Max rolled his eyes in annoyance but went ahead trying to get through to his big, buff buddy. “Look.” thunk “I just.” thunk “It’s cool!” thunk “I’m cool.” thunk “Will you just…” thunk “No, seriously.” thunk “Cut that shit out!” Max was getting more and more exasperated with each fragment he uttered.

Ben reeled back and lobbed the ball extra hard at the ceiling. He was expected an extra loud “thoomp!” but he got something completely different. The section of the ceiling came dislodged and a large segment fell open. The foldaway ladder that was hidden behind the paneling fell out and unfurled itself right onto Ben’s bed. Ben had just enough time to let loose a bellowing “JESUS CHRIST!” before he rolled off the bed and narrowly avoided getting beaned in the gut by falling hardware.

“No shit…” Ben muttered in a voice just above a hoarse whisper. After only a brief pause Ben added, “Let’s check it out.”

Ben quickly hopped back onto his bed and clambered up the ladder. He peeked into the dusty old chamber above his bed and let out a sigh. “Boooring. It’s just the crappy old attic.” He muttered.

“Well yeah. What else did you expect to find?” Max shot back sarcastically.

“I dunno. Something cool. Like maybe a secret treasure or a hidden window for stargazing or some shit. There’s nothing up here but a dusty old box.” Ben grumbled.

“Is it a cool box?” Max asked somewhat excitedly.

“Nah. Just a shoebox or some shit.” Ben said. He reached over and pulled the box under his arm and fumbled back down the ladder.

“Anything in it?” Max asked excitedly.

“Dude. Chill. I haven’t even looked inside it yet.” Ben sighed in annoyance. He reached down and lifted the ladder back up with his free hand. After it reached the halfway point the ladder began to fold on its own. It quickly vanished into the ceiling. The secret ladder was once again completely invisible to the untrained eye.

“That’s strange. I know how much you love stealing glances.” Max replied playfully.

Ben flopped down on his bed and reached into the box. Inside was something that appeared to be a tiny, shriveled hand. He picked it up and turned it over in the palm of his hand a few times and studied it. He was so entranced by the strange object that he completely blew off his friend’s snarky remark.

“So what. My dick not big enough for you?” Max teased playfully, completely oblivious to the strange talisman that Ben was inspecting.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” Ben said nonchalantly. “Not like me checking you out would do me any good. You’re not gay.” Then he added under his breath, “Although sometimes I wish you were…” He jumped a little bit as he saw the pinky finger of the small hand curl inwards.

“That’s what I have been trying to tell you, asshole.” Max grumbled. “If I had known we were batting for the same team I would have jumped that bone ages ago!”

“Wait, what?” Ben sputtered awkwardly. He was so surprised that he almost dropped the strange hand.

“I can’t believe you hadn’t noticed. I have been trying to drop hints for ages.” Max said. Ben tried to search his memory. It was true that there had been several instances in the past that had made Ben question Max’s sexuality, but nothing that would make Ben sure enough that he would make the first move.

“I guess I just didn’t cross you radar. Huh, Mr. Size queen?” Max sassed playfully.

“I’m not a size queen.” Ben huffed.

“Oh? You sure seemed to like scoping out Roland’s huge piece.” Max continued to tease.

“It’s not about the size…” Ben muttered.

“Oh? Then what is it?” Max asked, moving in closer.

Ben had a strange idea. Somehow, he thought that it might be possible that the strange shriveled hand had granted his accidental wish, but it could just be a fluke. Max had tripped Ben’s gaydar a few times in the past so it was a very real possibility that his black haired buddy had always been gay.

“It’s hard to describe…” Ben said slowly. He was mulling over what to say so as to make it seem as natural as possible. “I love dicks that are bigger than mine, ok?”

“Wait… you actually like being the small guy?” Max replied incredulously. He furrowed his brow for a moment and then let out a sigh. “Well, I guess it’s like they always say. The grass is greener on the other side and whatnot. I would kill to have a dick like that.”

“I know, man. I wish your dick was bigger than mine. Hell, I wish everyone’s was bigger than mine. Could you imagine? A world full of huge cocks.” Ben replied.

Max cocked an eyebrow at Ben, but said nothing. Ben looked down to check on the shriveled hand. Sure enough the ring finger had curled inward. Ben began to smirk, but he was suddenly struck by a strange tingling down below. He hopped off of his bed and pulled his pants off in a hurry.

“Woah. You don’t waste any time do you.” Max said salaciously as he eyed Ben’s big, clean shaven cock and balls. He quickly peeled his shirt off and began to take his pants off too. In a matter of seconds, he was completely nude and was standing before his big, buff buddy who was also completely nude from the waist down. Max’s eyes fell upon Ben’s huge cock. Max could hardly believe that Big Ben had willingly whipped it out for him, but as much as Max loved looking at his pal’s huge cock, he needed even more. Max quickly slipped his hands under the hem of Ben’s shirt and pulled began pulling the article of clothing over his pal’s head.

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