Alone At Last by jslanesmut

Literotic asexstories – Alone At Last by jslanesmut

Ben sat in the living room, a movie on but ignored, his knee bouncing rapidly. Uncle Fred and Uncle Aaron had left that morning, heading out to California for their honeymoon and to visit Grandpa Paul.

Since he’d turned 18 a week after his uncles’ wedding, they had agreed to let him stay at the townhouse on his own. His mom was going to come check in on him, but she promised she wouldn’t hover around and that she would text before coming by.

Uncle Fred had wandered into his room one night just a few days before he left on his honeymoon. Uncle Aaron was out at happy hour with some co-workers. Ben wasn’t bothered at first, but then Uncle Fred sat down and said he knew that Finn would probably stay with him while they were gone. Ben had felt his cheeks flush bright red at those words, and he put his face in his hands as his uncle continued to talk.

Ben insisted he didn’t need THE talk, but his Uncle Fred seemed to think otherwise. Turned out it wasn’t as awkward as Ben had thought it would be. He told him he’d bought some stuff for them and put it in the drawer of his bedside table.

He asked if Ben had any questions. At first Ben said he didn’t, but as his uncle continued talking, he decided he should just ask. He was glad he had. He felt more prepared now. It had made talking to Finn the night before easier.

They had been planning their first time together for a few months now. Now that they were both 18, they decided they were ready to take the next step; to loose their virginity together. Talking to Finn on the phone the night before, telling each other what they wanted to do, how they wanted to do it had been enough to get them both going.

It had started innocently, both confirming they were virgins, and had been tested for STI’s anyway and both were clean. Then they had shifted to what they felt comfortable with, how they wanted to do things and suddenly Ben found himself hard as a rock. Finn’s voice had gotten low and husky as their conversation shifted from comfort zones to what they would do to each other.

Ben had pulled his cock from his jeans and boxers and was stroking himself as he listened to what Finn had in store for him. He could hear Finn’s own stroking any time he paused. Soon neither were saying anything except encouragements as they both masturbated to the sound of the other.

Ben stood quickly from the couch, as his dick began to stiffen at the memory of last night. Despite all their preparation he was still nervous and anxious. He began to pace the living room, trying to focus on the movie he put on for a minute.

Finn had finished at work and wanted an hour to shower and get some stuff together for his week long stay at the townhouse. Ben paced more, glancing at the TV a few times, until he heard the telltale rumble of Finn’s motorcycle. He jumped at the sound but went to the window and watched his hot biker boyfriend pull into the driveway. He had a backpack on, that was clearly stuffed full of his things.

Ben flicked the TV off quickly, crossing the room to the front door and opened it just before Finn knocked. Finn grinned, his hand up in a fist about to knock.

“Oh hey,” he said. “You were like, right there.” Ben huffed out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, I heard you coming,” Ben said, then blushed at the phrasing. Finn winked at him.

“Can’t sneak around,” Finn said. He waited a second. “Can I…” He gestured to the entry.

“Oh! Yeah, of course,” Ben said standing to the side. “Sorry.” He chastised himself for being so dumb. Finn shrugged and walked into the house. Ben closed the door behind him.

“Hey,” Finn said quietly. He smiled looking at Ben.

“Hey,” Ben said. He glanced down at the ground. Why did he feel so fucking nervous? Finn put a curled finger under his chin and tipped his head up. He kissed him lightly on the lips and a bit of Ben’s anxiety dissolved.

“Can I put my stuff in your room?” Finn asked, shrugging off the backpack.

“Yeah,” Ben breathed out. He led the way to his room, Finn following close behind.

In Ben’s room Finn dropped his backpack on the chair and put his helmet on the desk. He shucked off his motorcycle jacket and hung it on the back of Ben’s desk chair.

“Did Fred and Aaron get out OK?” Finn asked as he unzipped his backpack and pulled a small toiletries bag from inside.

“Yeah, Uncle Fred texted me from the plane,” Ben said. “He said they would text once they arrived at Grandpa Paul’s.” Finn nodded.

“I’ll just put this in the bathroom,” he said gesturing with his little bag. Ben nodded and watched as Finn went across the hall. He dragged his hands down the sides of his jeans and flicked his hair out of his eyes. Finn came back from the bathroom.

“So,” Finn said. “Um. What do you want to do?” Ben blushed and looked around the room. His eyes landed on Finn’s helmet.

“I know you just got here, but can we go for a ride?” Ben asked. A look of disappointment flashed through Finn’s eyes, but he quickly grinned.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Finn said a little too brightly.

“Sorry,” Ben said. “I know you were hoping… Well, I know what… fuck.” Ben stared at the ground.

“It’s alright Ben, we can go for a ride. I don’t mind at all,” Finn said.

“I know. It’s just… I know what you were hoping for. I want to… I just,” Ben broke off again sighing. “I’m fucking nervous,” he said quietly. Finn took a step towards Ben and put a hand to his cheek.

“Ben, it’s OK. We literally have all week. We have time to go for a ride, to even out the jitters,” Finn said.

Ben nodded, feeling just a tiny bit more of his anxiety melt away. He pulled on a sweatshirt and his motorcycle jacket, a gift from Finn this past Christmas. He grabbed his helmet from his closet. Finn took his helmet from the desk and jacket from the chair before they headed outside to Finn’s bike. Ben grabbed the garage door remote so they could park the bike inside when they returned.

The weather wasn’t freezing, but it had been raining earlier making the roads shine in the weak light filtering through the cloud cover. Despite the cool temperatures Ben felt humid warmth gather under his arms and on his chest. He took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves. His jittery anxiety was combining with how horny he was and making for a bad combination.

Finn slipped on his motorcycle jacket over his long-sleeved shirt and zipped it. Then smiled at Ben before pulling on his helmet. Ben smiled back and put his helmet on as well.

He slipped on the backpack he always brought along on rides just in case they decided to stop somewhere and buy stuff. They had been caught out one time, trying to get their purchases home in the store provided plastic bag and that had been annoying. So, Ben never left on Finn’s bike without a zipping backpack now.

Finn helped him onto the bike, even though he was an expert by now, and then climbed on in front of him. The rumble of the motor soothed his nerves as he wrapped his arms around Finn, savoring the warmth that radiated off of his back.

They roared off down the street turning heads as they went. Even though Ben thought it was miserable outside there was still a fair number of people outside, mostly tired looking moms with small kids, but a few older kids hung around in groups.

Finn passed a sign for the highway and pointed to it, cocking his head a little to the side asking if they should hop on it. Ben nodded, wanting the speed of the highway.

Finn kept trying to convince him to learn to ride on his own. But Ben liked doing the backpack thing. He didn’t have to think as much or focus as hard. He could just sit back and enjoy the speed, the scenery and let his mind wander as they rode down the streets.

Finn gave a little nod and maneuvered his bike to the highway entrance. Ben put out the hand signals in addition to Finn’s lights. Once they had merged on the highway, weaving through the cars and trucks that drove by, Finn gunned it and they flew off down the highway. Ben leaned into Finn, loving the feeling of his back against his chest.

Even through the thick jacket he could feel Finn’s muscles moving smoothly. The ease with which Finn rode soothed Ben further and he felt a little more of his nervous energy fade away. He sighed and smiled to himself relishing the closeness, the noise, the speed.

It took Ben a little while to figure out where Finn was going. He had thought they were just out on a ride, going nowhere in particular until Finn started slowing and took a familiar exit. Ben patted Finn’s helmet, his favorite way to get his attention while riding. He put his hands together in front of him, then opened them like a book. Finn nodded and Ben clapped quickly, giving Finn a little squeeze. He bounced a little in his seat as they pulled to a stop at a traffic signal.

Finn tugged at his gloves, then ran a hand down Ben’s leg and back up again, smiling inside his helmet. He loved seeing Ben’s excitement over books. It was sort of a weird thing to him, he wasn’t nearly as excited about them as his boyfriend was, but he appreciated the enthusiasm, nonetheless.

It wasn’t long before they were pulling into the parking lot of a bookstore. Finn switched off the motorcycle and climbed off the bike. Again, he held out a hand to help Ben, which he didn’t really need, but took anyway. They pulled their helmets off and unzipped their jackets.

“I figured if there was one place that could soothe my bookish boyfriend’s nerves it was the bookstore,” Finn said smirking. Ben grinned back and quickly pecked Finn on the lips.

“You’re not wrong,” he said. He grabbed and squeezed Finn’s still gloved hand and started into the bookstore.

The two spent over an hour at the bookstore. Ben browsed through the fantasy, sci-fi, and romance sections. He thought that the store really needed to stock more gay romance, in truth more gay anything, but he managed to find a few books that piqued his interest. Finn spent most of his time flipping through magazines and looking at the Lego sets stocked just outside the kid’s section.

Ben finally finished browsing and found Finn. Ben clutched a small stack of books in his arms. His boyfriend took in the stack of books and shook his head chuckling. He whipped out his wallet when they got to the cashier and Ben tried to wave it away.