It felt apt when he saw the kid’s dick fall off into his boxers.
“It’s, uhm…it’s a lot to explain,” he stammered, but Ben wasn’t interested in any explanations.
“Give you a little credit, kid, I thought you’d be smooth as a Ken doll down there.”
The kid was under strict orders to keep the hostage—Ben—happy, and no sex in 40 years was just about to do him in before he decided his dorky guard was better than nothing. Now he was bent over the edge of the bed, the Geiger counter shrieking at him as Ben spat on his palm, jerked himself to attention, and shoved it into very familiar territory for the kid.
Sure, he grunted and grabbed at the sheets, but Ben knew what “my first time taking it up the ass” looked like, and the kid was taking it like a champ. Even taking it like a porn star, the way he moaned and whined while Ben pounded his ass. He was the type you had to cover up with a paper bag to fully enjoy, but that little problem was solved by shoving his face into the mattress; and by the sound of it, he absolutely loved that shit.
They were done within a couple of minutes, Ben blowing his load on the kid’s back with gusto before he slipped into the bathroom to clean off his dick and take a piss. When he came back, the kid was sitting on the edge of the bed, redressed, with his head in his hands.
But Ben wasn’t interested in any explanations, so he flopped back into place and turned the TV back on, searching for something that wouldn’t make him regret his escape from the Reds.