Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

Bennett lay sprawled out in his boxers and a worn t-shirt, his laptop propped up on his knees, the chaotic noise of Mad Max blaring from the speakers. It was his go-to comfort movie, something he always turned to when he needed a break or a distraction. He glanced up as I entered, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Yo! Sit down, man,” he said, nodding toward the foot of the bed and patting the spot in a way that felt almost… welcoming.

I hesitated for a second before taking a seat at the edge of the bed, trying to play it cool, even as my heart pounded in my chest. The scene on his laptop played out in loud bursts of action and chaos, but all I could focus on was him—his casual confidence, the way he looked completely at ease, as if nothing had shifted between us.

“Listen, Eli. I’m sorry I just took off this morning,” he said, glancing over at me with a casual air, though I could sense the hint of something deeper beneath it. “It was just… a lot to take in.”

“It’s okay. I understand,” I replied softly, then hesitated before adding, “Do… do you regret it?”

I leaned back slightly, resting my weight on my hands, trying to keep my voice steady.

“No, no!” he said quickly, shaking his head. “It’s not that. It was just… a lot. Everything was so intense, and I guess I got a little carried away.”

“No, no!” he said quickly, shaking his head. “It’s not that. It was just… a lot. Everything was so intense, and I guess I got a little carried away.” He scratched his ear, glancing away before looking back at me, his expression shifting to something a bit more vulnerable.

“But, Eli… are you, like, gay?” he asked, the words coming out cautiously, like he was testing the waters.

I felt a flutter of nerves as his question hung in the air. It was something I’d prepared for, something I knew would come eventually, but hearing it from him made it feel so real.

I hesitated, but decided I wanted to be honest; if I couldn’t be honest with Bennett, then with who? “Yeah,” I said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I am.”

Bennett nodded slowly, letting it sink in before he replied. “Okay, that’s cool, dude. I don’t look at you any differently. I mean… I guess a part of me always suspected as much,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“Really? I thought I was being slick about it,” I said, a little surprised.

He chuckled. “These walls are pretty thin, and your headphones aren’t exactly as quiet as you think when you’re watching, you know… your gay porn.”

My face went red as his words hit me, and he grinned. “But hey, don’t worry. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot from me, too.”

He wasn’t wrong—I’d heard him with plenty of girls through these thin walls, even heard a few sessions of him jerking off to his straight porn.

“But, yeah… I’m not gay,” he added, his tone matter-of-fact.

His words stung a bit, even though they didn’t really surprise me. I’d known Bennett long enough to understand his “a hole is a hole” mentality, but hearing him say it out loud—especially in this context—hit harder than I’d expected. What really stung, though, was the realization that he could never feel the same way about me as I did about him. That door was closed, and it was painfully clear.

So, I decided to lie—to keep things simple, to keep our friendship intact. “Yeah, no problem! I mean, yes, I’m gay, but I’m not into you like that.” I forced a casual laugh, even as my heart pounded. “I mean, sure, I find you hot.”

I saw his eyes glint with a hint of pride at that, which only made the lie sting more.

“You’re exactly my type looks-wise,” I continued, forcing myself to sound steady. “But you’re my best friend. I’d never want to risk that, you know? And… I don’t have any romantic feelings for you.”

The words felt like stones dropping from my mouth, each one heavier than the last.

“Bro! I’m so glad we’re on the same page!” Bennett let out a half-chuckle, looking visibly relieved. “I was kinda freaking out, thinking you might’ve, you know, ‘caught feels’ or thought we were an item or something.”

“God, no,” I said, forcing a laugh to match his tone. “Bennett, you’re hot, but you are definitely not boyfriend material.”

“Nope, not at all,” he replied, grinning like it was a badge of honor.

I tried to keep my smile steady, even as I felt the ache of holding back the truth.

I straightened up, putting on my best casual grin. “Alright, glad we could clear the air. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m off to watch my gay porn,” I chuckled, turning toward the door. “Unless… there’s anything else?”

Bennett looked at me, his expression uncharacteristically contemplative. He hesitated, running a hand through his hair before breaking the silence. “Yeah, actually, there is… just one thing.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I mean, no pressure if it’s weird or anything, but… what would you think about being something like… ‘BWB’?”

I was used to Bennett’s endless abbreviations, but this one threw me. “BWB?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “You know—bros with benefits?”

I was at a bit of a loss, caught between what I wanted and the whole act I’d just put on about not being into him. So I took my time, pretending to really contemplate it. “I don’t know… wouldn’t that be a little weird?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bennett scoffed, his smirk widening. “Bro, I literally fucked your cross-dressing ass yesterday! And it was nice. You felt nice.” He leaned back casually, while scrathing his bulge “I mean, I’m single, you’re single… makes sense to just help each other out, right?”

I knew exactly where he was going, but I nodded anyway, playing along. “Yeah, exactly, Broseph! You catch on so fast, it’s crazy,” he said, grinning goofily.

“Indeed, I do,” I replied with a smirk, though a part of me was torn—part hurt, part flattered. But, honestly, the biggest part of me was totally dick-drunk, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to get my next fix.

His cock was already bulging, straining against his boxers, and I couldn’t help myself. “You want me to take care of that, buddy?” I asked, nodding toward his obvious hard-on.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming. “Get to work, bitch. But be quick about it—school’s tomorrow.”

I practically started drooling as I moved closer, every nerve in my body lit up with anticipation. I wanted to be his, but if being his bitch was all he’d give, I was more than ready to settle for that.