Ben's Day Out

I always thought the night shift was the worst, but I got used to it. I have no family to get home to and the drive in the wee hours of the morning is kind of relaxing. The city is mostly peaceful and quiet. Going home I realized there wasn't much to eat there so I stopped at a 24 hour market on the way. I walked in the store, there was pretty Latina girl about twenty-five or so behind the counter who seemed oblivious to my presence. I grabbed some frozen pizza, a six pack and some snacks then went to the counter. As she rang up the food I noticed her name tag. "Mercy, is that short for Mercedes?" "Stop staring at my tits asshole," she yelled. Instantly pissing me off. "I'm not staring at your tits, I asked about your name." "Yeah, which you noticed while staring at my tits ass face, you assholes are all alike!" "Fuck you, I was not staring at your gorgeous tits, bitch! So don't start your bullshit with me. You put on a tight b...

Ben was your average guy. Not super tall, not short either, and generally wore a tee and jeans most places. His dating accounts all had his name, pronouns, and a small blurb that he enjoyed group stuff. And the best part was, he had more than enough holes to use. After a few years of becoming comfortable with himself, his body, and his gender, Ben started to make more friends within his community. Trans people, gay women and men, and other queer people in general made up his regular interactions now. Ben often met up with his friend Alex. Today was one of those days. They went for coffee, grabbed some snacks on the way to Alex's place, and hung out on the couch watching tv for a few hours before migrating to the bedroom. Alex opened the door wide to let Ben in, then shut it gently. They embraced in the quiet of the room. Hands roamed, lips met, and ever so slowly, clothing found itself on the floor. Alex gently pushed Ben backwards, step by step, until his legs hit the bed. With a...