Benedict's Bulging Brief's, Chapter 6 (HS t/t) (u'wear, uniform, sportskit)
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and not intended for minors or those judged unable by law to read this material. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental and unintended. All ages depicted are actually understated and the term's 'boy', 'youth', etc. do not in fact mean that the characters are less than 18 years of age.
Benedict whipped through the sorts club gates and wove his way around the main building to the playing field beyond. There were about a 100 people present at the barbecue, not a bad turn out he judged. Kids ran around playing and creating noise, there was an impromptu footie match underway, and music blared from a ghetto blaster. Most of the adults were milling around the barbecue and from the look of things the food was nearly ready. Ben suddenly realised he was starving, his ride and sex-play with Chris having only added to his usual teenage plea of `what's to eat?'
"You're always hungry," his mother would observe, "I don't know where you put it all."
Indeed, like many boys his age riding upon the roll tide of yet another spurt of growth, Ben was always hungry and he `snacked' constantly. Despite his prodigious appetite, he still remained slim, his waist was 26 inches he knew, and he still worried he was too skinny. His father, Peter Johnson, was still pretty thin and in good shape at the age of 43 and Ben reckoned he was going to take after his dad. He was actually quite proud of his father on occasions like this; his father possessed no potbelly, unlike others that were on display this day. Urgh, revolting Ben thought, and he shuddered with that particular revulsion that youth seems to reserve for age and ageing. Spotting his mother and father sat on an unfurled rug and drinking red wine, the youth cycled over.
"Oh Benedict, good," said his mother, her face breaking into a smile, "I'm glad you're here we're just about to start eating."
"Great," beamed the hungry boy, "I've just timed it nicely and all my work is done too."
He continued in a whimsical air, impersonating the voice of his German teacher, Miss Atkinson'
"Ah, young Johnson is such a perfectionist. Where does he get it from I wonder? His parents perhaps? They must be so lucky to have such a wonderful son like that."
Miss Atkinson, a 45-year-old spinster, was always waxing lyrical to Ben's parents about his qualities. His father would come home after an open evening and gently pull Ben's leg about her. Even Chris Morgan had mentioned it had he not? Simon was always giving him jip about her too, suggesting that Ben `slip her a length' and put the poor deranged woman out of her misery.
On hearing Ben's impersonation his father, just sipping from his glass, spluttered and laughed. His mother threw his father a look and Peter Johnson reddened though he still continued to laugh.
"You're in a good mood," said his father, "your work must have gone pretty well?"
"Yeah," said Ben, grinning dreamily, thinking of Chris' sodden white trackies and the young stud's mention of Luke, "very well in fact, very well."
"Men!" his mother exclaimed.
"Really Ben," she chided, "you should respect your teachers. Miss Atkinson is very nice; she's just keen for you to do well. She obviously has high hopes for you even if she does, er, get carried away some times."
"Getting carried away Marie, is what the poor boy's worried about!" his father exclaimed, still chuckling.
Ben flopped down onto the rug and burst out laughing.
"Peter!" his mother exclaimed, "its only your second glass for God's sake, behave!"
"Okay, okay, sorry love," said Ben's father, suitably chastened, though he flicked Ben a look of mutual understanding; not quite being able to remove the grin from his face.
The cry of `grub's up!' broke the spell and the barbecue was suddenly overrun with hot hungry youngsters. Within 10 minutes the Johnson family were content, munching their way through the hot smoky food. Soon the meal was over and as some of the adults began tidying up plates and cups while a group of dads and lads gathered on the field to start a game of footie. As so often seemed the case Ben found himself suddenly captain of one of the sides. Standing alongside his opposite number, Darren Wilkinson, a big plain-looking stocky lad with rather a mean look about him, (though Ben knew him to be very quite and well liked) the two boys set about choosing their teams. In time honoured tradition the two captains took turns to choose a player. Ben managed to choose his brother Dom, though he failed to secure Dom's friend, Andy O'Hara. Ben could of course have chosen him earlier but, in truth, Andy's soccer skills didn't merit a high place in the pecking order and Ben didn't want to arouse suspicion.
The day was still bright and hot and the goalposts, made up from a collection of sports bags, soon grew in size as dads and lads stripped off shirts and T's and threw them on the pile. Amongst the collection of teens, which came in all shapes and sizes, Benedict scanned various sights that aroused his interest. Andy O'Hara, all gangling and gawkish, looked hot he thought. He loved the look of Andy's floppy mousy-brown hair, his hazel eyes, the slim as yet undefined chest, the flat stomach and the incredibly thin waist that looked as though it was about to be split open by the sharp pelvic bone. Indeed, Andy's grey scout shorts seemed to be hanging upon the `pegs' of his hips; they sagged in the middle, seemingly pulled down by the weight of his boyish tackle. There wasn't a trace of hair beneath the navel though, rather like Dom he thought. Dominic although smaller than Andy was perfectly proportioned Ben realised. His golden blond younger brother seemed to gleam in the sunlight, his pert red nipples were tiny and muscle was definitely beginning to blossom along his shoulders and chest. The soft golden hairs that dusted his arms and legs glittered and that lovely proud bum seemed to be brimming over, all fruity and ripe, in the tight clinging grey shorts. These, along with a few other lads who looked nice and sexy caused Ben's cock to twitch as it swung free in his Umbro's. The lad became conscious again of how naked he felt. Thankfully, he reckoned the game wouldn't give him too much trouble; the perfectionist in him would be too concerned with winning and competing. Ben had already had one scare while the family had been eating their meal. He had just been tucking into a spare rib with great gusto when he'd spied a boy he'd not seen before.
Fuck! He thought. Who's that? The boy, aged about 15 he reckoned, was drop-dead gorgeous. He certainly wasn't at Ben's school. How could he be? Ben would never have missed him. The lad must be at a different school, but was he here as a member of the scout troop or someone's friend? Ben didn't know but he resolved to try and find out. He wasn't in scout uniform, but then a number of other lads who were scouts weren't either. Ben had felt hot blood rushing into his cock and had had to slip his plate over his engorged prick. He'd studied the boy carefully. The boy was 5 feet 10 inches tall and hadn't an ounce of spare fat on him. The lad was wearing short tight black nylon running shorts that were cut high at the hip revealing creamy smooth thighs. The only other items of clothing were a pair of short white socks, ringed with a red stripe, and a pair of battered old white trainers. The boy had obviously been running or something for he looked hot and flushed and his short spiky blond hair sparkled with sweat and gel. The unknown teen had deep blue eyes and a smooth unblemished complexion though his cheeks were slightly rosy and his lips were a luscious red. The teeth were perfect, milk white and the nose was just slightly up-turned in a way that Benedict found both charming and alluring. His limbs were languid and graceful, suggesting poise and fluidity rather like a swimmer Ben felt. The young muscles seemed so natural, so organic, as though they had taken seed and grown. They blossomed and flourished in a way Ben hadn't seen before. Even in repose they seemed alive, rippling and pulsing, filled with potential and life. The boy was sat about twenty feet away from Ben, eating with a group of similar aged girls and boys. Even as he watched the boy, Ben sensed there was an unseen hierarchy at work. Cast with an invisible aura, no one seemed to invade his space, yet everyone seemed to want to be near him too. It was as the whole group was unconsciously revolving around the unknown teen. Before he'd sat down Ben had assessed the tight black shorts; they bulged a little at the front though not in any way remarkable. The teen's ass had been tightly held in the shorts and it looked solid and round. It seemed difficult to see where the bum began and the legs ended but somehow the whole thing was beautiful just the same.
Beautiful, yes beautiful he thought. Ben was suddenly confronted with beauty and as he pondered the boy he found his cock surprisingly easing, relaxing in his shorts. In a way Ben had never really considered beauty before. Sure, Simon was beautiful, beautiful in a hundred different ways. But was that only something that Ben saw? To others he might simply be hot or good-looking. Nick Travers was pretty good-looking, so were Tom and Luke too, they were all hot and, as for Chris? Well, he was just so sexy; he oozed sex and made Ben's prick tingle just looking at him. But was he beautiful, like this boy? No, Ben realised none of them were as beautiful as this boy was. Only Simon was and that was different. Ben was quite lost in contemplating the beauty of the boy and firmly believed that no one present came even close. It didn't occur to him that there were two rare beauties present that day and that he was the other one. All that he was certain of was that he must, somehow, get to know this boy. Just being in his company and savouring his presence would be enough Ben felt. It was at that moment that the boy had looked up from his food, as if somehow he'd sensed Ben's gaze, he'd nodded imperceptibly and blushed furiously before turning away to talk to one of the boys of the group.
As the meal broke up and the selection for football began the boy had loped gracefully over the turf to the congregating throng. Ben, of course, had wanted to choose the boy for his team but he didn't know if he was any good at playing footie. While Ben was still prevaricating - he didn't want to look a fool - Darren Wilkinson had swooped.
"I'll take Adam," Wilkinson had stated, pointing to the gilded youth.
The groans from his own team told Ben that Adam was obviously considered a good player.
The match was soon underway and Ben was soon caught up in the rhythm of the game. Down 2-1, Dom slid him a beautiful pass and Ben sent the ball screaming into the bottom left corner with a perfectly executed strike. He stood a la Beckham, arms raised aloft and index fingers pointing to the skies. Dom ran up and hugged him to celebrate and Ben's nostrils were suddenly filled with the heady scent of his younger brother as Dom's head rested briefly on his chest. Ben scored another goal soon after to take his team into a 4-2 lead but then the beautiful Adam, setting off on a mazey run, intervened to score with a wonderful solo effort. Both boys were playing up front and had so far not come into direct contact, though Ben was certainly always aware of just where Adam was at any particular moment. Suddenly Ben, tracking back, was confronted with the need to intercept a pass meant for the godlike boy. It was a 50-50 ball and both teens strained to be the first to it.
Rising to the challenge Ben slid towards the ball but it became trapped between his feet and he fell to the ground. Adam, grunting, cursed and tried to kick the ball from between his feet. Ben laughed and kept the ball firmly secured between his ankles. Adam was laughing now too, and the two boys' eyes met and locked in an intense stare. Their mutual gaze (bewilderment? understanding? Ben didn't know) was broken as team-mates from both side thundered to the rescue. Adam was bowled over; falling to the right of Ben as the air from his lungs was audibly expelled. Ben lost track after that as 3 or 4 boys from either side piled into the developing melee. Soon Ben had at least two, if not three bodies on top of him, and everyone was laughing and shouting while someone's stomach rolled onto his face. Ben felt the ball disappear from between his legs and the sound of someone's dad shouting to restore order percolated through to him. Suddenly Ben froze; someone had just copped a feel of his cock. They weren't being subtle about it either; whoever it was had groped him good and proper and grabbed a good handful.
It seemed that someone had noticed Ben's swinging bulge and had decided to check him out! Unfortunately, Ben couldn't move his arms, as he was desperate to grab hold of the invading hand and trace it to its source. Ben sensed the pile above him beginning to break up and the fingers that had just started tweaking his balls were suddenly gone. Sitting up to catch his breath, though more stunned by the audacity of his unknown assailant than anything else, Ben quickly scanned the faces of the milling boys. There seemed to have been 8 or possibly nine of them and whoever was guilty obviously wasn't telling. Ben studied them all, including Adam, Andy and Dom who'd all been involved in the pile up, but to no avail. He suddenly thought to scan their baskets but they didn't tell him a great deal either, they looked a little dishevelled to be sure, but no one seemed to be sprouting a stiffy.
"You all right Ben?" his brother Dom inquired.
"Yeah, sure," said Ben, picking himself up from the floor.
He dusted himself down and paused briefly to examine several red blotches on his arms and chest where other boys had come into contact with him.
"Drop ball," said one of the dads.
Suddenly Ben was confronted with the sight of Adam standing in front of him as Mr Roberts prepared to drop the ball between them.
"Ben," said Adam, nodding his head.
The soft melodious voice was strong and surprisingly throaty. In using his name Ben felt there had been an unspoken message too. `I know your name' the voice had said and the nod had been ... what? A dismissal? Acknowledgement? Ben couldn't tell, all he knew was that this boy unsettled him somehow. It was as though Adam could see right through him and was enjoying his discovery and the power that went with it. This close to the light even Simon seemed temporarily dim by comparison.
The ball being dropped interrupted Ben's thoughts and his reflexes responded to the intrusive stimuli. Winning the ball, more by luck than anything else, Ben was soon settled back into the game. The match continued a good while and was drawn to a halt when the score was 12 all. Ben had scored 5 goals but Adam had scored 6. Ben walked off the field with Andy and Dom; his brother having scored a goal and made 3 more, all of them for Ben.
"Hang on Dom," cried the instantly recognisable husky voice.
Ben whirred around to see Adam heading towards their group. He knows my brother, he thought, he knows my brother! Of course, it all came flooding back to Ben. Dom had mentioned a month or so ago about a new boy who'd joined his scout troop. The family had just moved here and tried to get their children into Ben's school. The school was full, which was not surprising really as it was ranked among the top 200 schools in the country. The new boy had been placed in Dom's troop and Ben remembered that Dom had thought the boy `pretty cool'.
"Hi Adam," said Dom, smiling at his friend, "you did well. 6 fuckin goals!"
"You did okay yourself," answered the golden youth, "and what about your brother? He's a real handful."
Ben's eyes nearly popped out of his head at that. He wondered if he'd heard right. Was it him? Was he letting Ben know? Certainly Adam showed no signs of having intending the message for Ben. It was just such an unbelievable choice of words, given what had earlier happened, that Ben couldn't believe it to be mere coincidence. Perhaps it was?
"Oh yeah," laughed Dom, "Ben's a pretty mean player, though you scoring 6 goals will have pissed him off!"
"Really?" asked Adam, suddenly staring at Ben.
"Yeah," continued Luke, with a mixture of pride and resentment, "my brother doesn't know the meaning of second."
"Fuck you Dom," said Ben laughing, "its not my fault I'm such a perfect role model. Don't listen to him Adam he's only jealous. Full of shit too, occasionally."
"Ben!" said Dom swinging at his brother.
"Okay, okay," laughed Ben, putting up his hands, "its nice shit, okay?"
Dom, Adam and Andy chatted about next Wednesday's scout meeting and exchanged some ideas regarding an up and coming weekend camp. Ben just stood, silently contemplating Adam.
"You want a lift?" concluded Dom; "There's room, Ben's on his bike."
"Nah, thanks, I'll walk. Its not far," replied Adam.
"Cool, see you Wednesday," said Dom.
"Okay, see ya. Nice to meet you Ben," said Adam smiling at the older boy.
"You too," said Ben, "see you around no doubt."
"Yeah, probably," said the young teen looking somewhat distracted.
Adam wandered off to another group of boys while the three other lads retrieved their shirts and put them back on. Heading over to his family to help pack things away Ben suddenly pulled up.
Of course he thought it wasn't Adam that was different, it was himself! Adam was beautiful, no doubt about that. No, it was just that Ben had been looking at things the wrong way round. So far, he'd reacted to things; events had carried him along. It had, up to now, always been someone else who had initiated all the weird and wonderful things that had occurred to him. What he was feeling at present was an overwhelming desire to start something himself. He wanted Adam, it was as simple as that and he was determined to have him. True, he'd seemed to spend the last few years in the fruitless pursuit of Simon but this was something very different. He wanted to pursue and corner his prey. He was a hunter in search of a trophy. He wanted to have Adam, to consume him, catch him and snare him in his embrace. His recent experiences had opened up the possibility of fulfilment. Had shown him it could be done.
The young teen was still struggling to assimilate all that had happened to him. He had successfully managed so far not to confront the reality of his situation. Hadn't dared to ponder the consequences of his actions. The dam he had erected was soon about to break, but Ben didn't yet know it. All he could see and feel was an opportunity to possess Adam. Ben had endured years of bottled up lust and passion. Like so many that grew up being gay he had been all alone; no one had appeared to share the burden of his terrible secret. Although life had been good to him he had carried doubt and fear, anxiety and loneliness in his heart. He was different; he was queer, a gay-boy, a puff, and a shit-puncher.
Released from his prison at last, truly aware that he was not alone. He had felt, touched, shared with others had he not? Ben was suddenly being led by his dick. It was as though he wanted to empty himself of all the privations that had previously tortured his soul. Sex, beautiful sex, provided that release. How could something so good be denied? It made Ben feel good about his self and at the moment he didn't want to stop. In fact, he didn't know how. He was living for the moment and wished for that moment never to end. Gathering himself he helped his family load up the car and prepared to set off on his bike.
"See you later," he said.
"Okay, take care," called his mother.
Ben waved the family off and then scanned the remaining numbers for Adam. He found him attempting to carry 2 large rubbish sacks towards the rear of the sports club. Ben cycled over.
"Lend a hand?" he enquired.
"What, oh err yeah, sure," said Adam, looking as though he had been suddenly recalled from some far off place.
Ben stretched out a hand to take one of the bags. For a moment his hand was entwined with the younger boy's fingers, they were delicate and smooth, and surprisingly cool. The vaguely discernible muscles on Adam's left arm suddenly ceased to bulge as they relaxed upon Ben taking hold of their load. The sinewy arm and fragile yet strong hand fell free as Ben took a grip on the sack. Hefting it up he rested the bulging black polythene bag between the handlebars of his bike and followed Adam towards the rubbish bins.
"So, how's things?" enquired Ben, deliberately hanging back to check out the boy's sexy young bum waxing and waning in the tight black shorts.
The thin shiny fabric seemed alive and wafted in the air as it hung from the smooth budding hips. As the sides were cut so high the smooth creamy thighs were clearly visible and Ben couldn't help but wonder what lay underneath.
"Great," enthused Adam, turning to look at Ben, blushing slightly as though surprised to be the object of Ben's enquiries.
He continued, his words gushing forth like a runaway train, carriages running into each other and spilling over,
"I really enjoyed the game, thanks. You're pretty good aren't you? I'd heard you were."
Surprised by the statement Ben asked,
"Heard? Where?"
"From Dom of course," answered Adam, "he's always going on about you, Andy too in fact. Your brother obviously thinks you're neat."
Ben laughed, surprised somehow that his brother might be singing his praises,
"Yeah well, he's pretty cool too. Especially for a younger brother," he said.
"Tell me about it!" said Adam, "My younger brother's eleven and a pain in the arse. You're lucky, Dom's really nice."
As though he had suddenly said more than he wanted too Adam turned around and set off walking again.
"What year you in Ad?" asked Ben, instinctively shortening the boy's name into something new and sexy.
"Ten," Adam replied.
"Fifteen yet?" sought Ben.
"Yeah late last month, I'm the oldest in my year," he said with a hint of pride.
"When you eighteen?"
"Oh next year," said Ben, "May. What school you at?"
"Greenwood," replied Adam, "mum and dad wanted us to go to yours but we couldn't get in."
The boy shrugged and continued his walking. Ben knew the school it was near his own and though well regarded it was not considered as good as his own.
Soon the boys drew up against the rubbish bins. The large round grey bins were on wheels and were over 5 feet tall. Ben got off his bike and taking aim he threw the bag up into the air to watch it sail over the lip and down into the bin. Adam, standing beside the bin and evidently struggling with a heavier load was heaving the bag up towards the top of the bin.
"Here" said Ben, "let me help you."
Ben strode over towards the boy and standing up close, to the right and behind of Adam, helped the boy reach up and push the bag into the bin.
"There," said Ben, suddenly conscious of the fact that his cock was brushing against the boy's arse and that Adam was pinned between him and the bin.
The two sets of arms were still stretched up and holding onto the rim of the bin. Adam didn't move and Ben wouldn't. Ben was abruptly aware of his cock, rapidly thickening and pushing against the younger boy's hard tender ass. He prodded the young boy with his meaty mushroom and dropped his right hand down to Adam's crotch. Grabbing the boy's cock his hand was filled with mushy fabric and flesh, warm to the touch, tranquil at the feel.
"Adam, I--I," Ben stuttered, suddenly overwhelmed with the enormity of what he'd done, words failing him.
"Not here!" whispered Adam, his husky voice strangulated and tight.
"Come on," urged Ben, pulling away from the boy, composing himself, "the park's only five minutes away."
"Oh fuck!" said Adam, still staring at the bin.
Adam spent a moment weighing things up. He shook his head briefly as though he didn't wish to acknowledge what was happening and then he nodded and signalled acquiescence. The boy adjusted himself in his shorts and turned to face Ben. The radiant Ben, awash with hormones and lust, smiled encouragement at the younger boy and likewise adjusted himself in his shorts. His princely pole was tenting the puny fabric and Ben rolled down the elasticated waistband and slipped his cock underneath it to try and hold himself in place. There was an audible intake of breath from Adam as he briefly spied Ben's naked tumescence. Ben slipped onto his bike and, by pulling down on his T and leaning forward, he was able to mask his blossoming manhood. Without a word the two boys headed off towards the exit and, after waving goodbye to the now few remaining people, they soon found themselves at the entrance to the park.
"Follow me," commanded Ben, his cock still rock hard in his shorts.
Ben wove his way through the park moving with a steady poise and purpose to the place that he sought. A number of people were still around, enjoying the evening sun and basking in the relinquished heat of the earth. This didn't worry Ben unduly, as he was pretty certain that the spot that he was aiming for would be deserted. Approaching the bandstand he suddenly veered from the path and cut across towards a series of large, overgrown rhododendrons and tall hedgerows. Passing behind the bushes, Ben searched for the opening he remembered once discovering with Simon. Two of the hedgerows overlapped slightly and it was possible to squeeze through and enter the trees beyond. Finding the spot Ben sprang from his bike and moved forward, compressing his self through the overgrown foliage. Adam looked back to see if anyone was looking and, seeing no one near, he followed Ben through. Ben smiled and pushing his bike indicated for Adam to follow.
The `path' was barely navigable but persevering, and knowing what was to come, Ben pushed on. Suddenly Ben broke out of the tunnel of darkness, formed by the full-leafed trees, and entered a small clearing bathed in light and radiating heat. Ben moved forward and dropped his bike to the floor, allowing Adam to crash through the undergrowth and enter the glade.
"Wow," said the younger boy.
"S'cool in't it?" said Ben, his hand sweeping the opening with proprietorial pride, as if he owned the place.
Indeed, Ben did think of it as his own. Well, his and Simon's actually, as the two of them had discovered the place a couple of years ago and to their knowledge no else knew of its existence. A small bank sat in the middle of the clearing and Ben grabbed Adam's hand and pulled him towards it. Using his free hand, Ben released his cock from its snare, and it proceeded to bounce around in his shorts as he felt Adam's fevered pulse and hot sweaty palm. Whirring around Ben pulled the younger boy to him and kissed him, his hands grabbing handfuls of prime lean buttock and gauzy slick nylon.
Feverishly Ben slobbered and drooled over the beautiful youth, his tongue invaded the hot mouth, which tasted of smoked meat and orangeade, and his hands ravished the blossoming arse cheeks. Adam finally responded and his hands ran through Benedict's hair as the two boy's tongues probed and explored each other. Swept away in the heat of his desire, Ben ground his hard cock into the boy's mound and sensed the young teen's tube responding to the friction. Ben's cock slipped and slid around in his shorts as it circled and probed the hot growing bulge. Realising that he would have to go home in these shorts, and that his cock was already beginning to leak lube, Benedict broke away from Adam and pulled down his shorts and threw off his T-shirt. Stepping out of his shorts his hot teen pole srang proud and erect, bobbing in the sun at an angle of 30 degrees. The drawn back foreskin exposed his angry red knob and juices, sparkling in the sunlight, trickled down the shaft to glaze and oil his tight surging balls. His soft blond pubes also shimmered in the golden evening sunlight and Adam was clearly awed by what he saw.
Adam couldn't help rubbing his black nylon bulge and tentatively his hand reached out to caress Ben's swinging cock.
"Can I touch it?" he asked, suddenly solemn and reverent, in awe of Benedict's kingly staff.
Sorely tempted to say yes, Benedict had already realised that Adam was a virgin. Remembering his experience with Luke, he knew that it would be better to let the lad cum first rather than attempt to satisfy his own urgent need. Regretfully, his cock seemingly screaming in protest, Ben gently shook his head and said,
"Not yet, let's take care of you first."
Ben knelt in adoration before Adam and reached out to touch the boy's shorts. He ran his finger along the waistband feeling the warm flesh, moist with sweat, and the cool of the scrunched up nylon fabric. Ben traced his finger down the shorts, sliding over the lightweight material attempting to locate the boy's cock. His other hand fingered the shorts at Adam's thigh and slid under the generous opening of the vent and felt the boy's warm bottom. Ben could feel thin warm cotton under his palm and the smooth nylon brushing the hairs on the back of his hand. Gently he kneaded Adam's cherubic arse and ran his finger up and down the boy's crack that felt moist and hot. Pushing the material forward he strove to find the boy's hole, suddenly his finger grazed the puckered bud. Adam shivered and sighed. Ben's right hand had now located Adam's cock; evidently all bunched up in his briefs. He could feel the hot prick straining for release against the tight material and he leaned forward to kiss and lick the black throbbing bulge. Ben was overpowered with the aroma wafting through the flimsy material. Adam smelled gorgeous, no other word for it. The young soccer player had really worked up a sweat and he oozed a strong perfume of boymusk and sex. Ben wanting more took hold of the insubstantial shorts and tore them off the young teen. Adam stepped out of his shorts and stood facing Ben with his hands resting on his slim thighs, he looked nervous, as though he worried that Ben might not approve.
He needn't have worried. Ben was utterly subjugated by the sight that he beheld. He seemed to spend an age just drinking in the sight. When Adam had earlier adjusted himself at the sports club he'd obviously pointed his cock down into his briefs. The thin red cotton briefs now bulged at he bottom of the cup, seemingly stuffed with hot cock and balls. They clung to the boy's flat hollowed stomach and no trail of any kind meandered from the tiny puckered navel to the bright red cotton. The briefs were well worn, too small for Adam really, and pieces of white elastic were visible through the frayed waistband and legs. Adam wasn't too fussy about shaking himself dry either. The front of the briefs were sprinkled with old dry piss stains and Benedict could smell the raunchy odour from a foot away. At the base of the lump, Adam's youthful cockhead was just detectable. There was the merest hint of a ridge; though confirmation really came from the patch of damp spreading across the bottom of the bulge. As he studied the sight a clear drop of liquid seeped through the cotton. Instinctively Ben leaned forward to lick the droplet and his tongue burned with Adam's cloying sweetness.
Adam staggered, flinging out his arms to steady himself. No one had ever licked his pisser before and the sensation almost overwhelmed him. This wasn't really happening, he told himself. It shouldn't be happening!
... Since first meeting Dominic Adam had felt a strange tingle in his tummy and had experienced a vague sense of yearning. Today he'd come to the barbecue hoping to spend some time with Dom and get to know him better. He felt warm and funny around the boy, and Dom had recently mentioned the possibility of having him over to stay. Adam very much wanted that. He felt he needed more time with Dom to explore whatever it was that he felt. To discover what the hollow feeling in his stomach really meant. During the meal he'd felt that he was being watched, even, though that was surely absurd, hunted. Every time he sneaked a glance at Dominic the boy's older brother, Benedict, seemed to be watching him. He knew it was Benedict even though he'd never met him before. Dom was always talking about him and was really proud of him too, you could tell. Adam had wished he'd had an older brother who sounded so cool. Perhaps he could have helped him now. To see Dominic was to see Benedict, the two were eerily alike. Almost like twins really, except Dominic was so clearly smaller and younger. Dom he realised was going to grow up to be a right looker. He'd almost choked on his food at that. Dom was a boy like himself, he shouldn't be thinking like that. He had a girlfriend didn't he? Wasn't he desperate to cop off with her? Yes, yes, yes, was the answer. So why was he thinking of Dom in terms of being a looker? It was because of him, the other one, Benedict.
Adam was entranced with the older boy. The tall slim youth, so athletic and graceful, seemed to be made of something different to everyone else. He positively glowed, his lush blond hair garlanded him like a crown, and those deep blue eyes sparkled and glowed with mischief and promise. The eyes were dangerous though too, they searched with an intensity and intelligence that Adam hadn't experienced before. Looking up at Benedict, Adam's eyes had briefly locked with the older boy's. Before he could drag himself away from the hypnotic gaze Adam had felt that all his secrets had been drawn from his body by some invisible ray. Blushing furiously, his cock rapidly hardening, he'd turned away to talk to another boy. He hadn't dared even sneak a glance after that, suddenly frightened that Benedict had known what he was thinking.
After that there was the footie match and Adam, despite the constant distraction of Benedict had done quite well. There had been that moment when he and the older boy had tangled together and that, Adam suddenly realised, was what had set him off on the path that had led here. Just as he been getting up from the tangle of boys Adam had noticed a hand a Benedict's groin. He'd first thought that the older boy was protecting his tackle but had soon realised that someone was feeling Benedict up. He couldn't see who it was; they must have been on the other side of the pile. All he did know was that he was incredibly aroused somehow at the thought of someone grabbing Benedict's cock. He'd noticed the teen's prick swinging in his shorts during the match, how could he not? Obviously someone else had too and had dared to cop a feel. After that, all Adam could think of was getting home and locking his self into the bathroom to wank. He didn't know why he wanted too, he just knew that he did. After the game Dom had neglected to mention staying over some time which had disappointed him, especially as he'd been so tongue-tied around his older brother. His first words to Benedict had been `Ben' during the football game. What an idiot! He'd just not known what else to say.
Dominic had offered him a lift home, which was great and it had helped restore his troubled spirits. Feeling much vexed however, he needed time to sort out his confusion, he'd opted to walk home instead. Then had come Benedict stealing up behind him, moving with the grace and ease of a big cat. Finally at the bin, staring at the battered steel, hands clinging white knuckled to the rim of the cold metal, feeling Benedict close behind him, and his warm breath playing on his ear. He'd not dared move, hadn't in truth, wanted too either. The previously unknown experience of a hard erection probing his bum and a hand grabbing his cock had frozen him, overloaded his senses. Then Benedict had spoken and Adam had cried `not here'. He didn't know what to say, couldn't really cope, he wasn't even sure if he been trying to say no or yes or not yet. All he did know was that he was here and, unbelievably, that a hot tongue was licking at his virgin knob. Dazed, he'd been led by Benedict's pied piper prick, and now his cock, hard like he'd never known it before was trapped in his dirty (God, how embarrassing) undies and leaking precum like there was no tomorrow. Catching himself from falling he'd suddenly found his hands running through the older boy's damp clinging hair, pushing and pulling the pleasure giving mouth into his raging growth...
As much to steady the rocking youth as anything else Ben grabbed hold of the thin wispy arse. His fingers eased under the rear of the briefs and pressed against hot moist flesh while his mouth clamped around the sodden patch of briefs. Adam obviously approved as his hands were at Ben's head and the hips thrust forward to offer the savoury mound. The boy's sap was pouring through the briefs and Ben rubbed his face all over the hot weeping briefs, smearing his lips, coating his cheeks and chin in the warm running brine. He anointed his forehead with Adam's precum and rubbed his hair into the sticky mess. His nose came into contact with Adam's acrid piss stains and Ben, overwhelmed with his discovery, paused to enjoy the strong rich perfume before clamping his mouth around the `infected' area. He sucked and licked the raunchy cotton, extracting all the stored up juices that tasted of Adam's inner core and left the briefs dishevelled and wet. Ben had never done anything like that before, hadn't thought of it either, all he knew was that his nose and tongue were on fire and that lust burnt unchecked within him.
Returning to the trapped cock he bent his head and grabbed the shaft gently between his teeth. Moving up and down he wanked the shaft and was rewarded with lube dripping from the tip of the caged head. Dribbling through the cotton it sprinkled the grass and was drunk by the soil. Adam's briefs were hot and slick with sex and sweat which poured off the shaking boy, they were a treasure trove, having toiled and laboured throughout a hot day they'd endured a hard work out during the game of football. Ben licked down the shaft to the head and popping the small fiery orb into his mouth he gobbled and sucked the juicy butterball, delighting in the tangy taste. Ben's nostrils were filled to overflowing with the reeking sodden pile. He'd never inhaled such a rich pure fragrance, a veritable potpourri of boy, soccer sweat, piss and lube. Saturating the tasty pile he licked down to the small round balls and crammed the cotton covered pair into his mouth.
Adam continued to writhe in agony and ecstasy, shame and pleasure running together, like playmates, through his body. His young fingers grabbed tufts of Ben's hair and he desperately held onto a scream, swallowing it, fearing discovery and retribution. The sight of Ben knelt naked, except for his trainers, his cock shaking and bobbing dripping precum upon the grass, and Adam, stood in white socks and trainers, his red briefs bulging and wet being eaten by Ben, would surely have been enough to send anyone over the edge. Until now, Adam hadn't known `the edge' even existed. Now he was over it, falling into a bottomless pit of lust and passion, of sleaze and sex. Benedict lathered the balls and snaked his tongue into the soft flesh beyond. The boy's smooth inner thighs and honeyed inner passage tasted delicious and Ben detecting the odours emanating from the boy's tight virgin hole couldn't resist pulling the briefs down in preparation for his final assault.
Adam's cock, as soon as it was released, sprang forth with violence and it hit his smooth young stomach with an audible slap. Droplets of lube sprayed from the taut young meet and splattered against Ben's stomach and face. Ben doubted if a cock could be more beautiful than this. The young teens cock was rigid, fuckin rigid! Ben slipped a finger between cock and stomach but that's all he managed so tall and proud did Adam stand erect. Ben didn't think a cock could possibly get harder than this. The young teenmeat was just about 5 inches long, maybe not even an inch thick. The foreskin was pulled back and rested on the shaft. The slim golden spear was crowned with a fiery red ball, that leaked precum and two small hairless balls supported the proud cock. The skin was unwrinkled and the hot pouch was drawn up so tight that Ben couldn't resist flicking them with his finger and watching them bounce and shake. A small bush of golden soft down spread from the base of the cock for a couple of inches before trailing off into nothingness.
The boy's creamy skin glowed and Ben, grabbing the boy's shaft, felt the heat of lust and desire surging through the steely rod. It felt so right in his hand, and Ben squeezed it, savouring its firmness and fire. Remembering the reason he tugged down the briefs, which now rested on the teen's thighs, Ben pushed Adam round. Adam was non-plussed, confused. He'd been so relieved when his cock was finally free from the torture that Ben had subjected it to. He'd shook when Ben had grabbed hold of his swollen greasy cock and shuddered when it had been squeezed hard. Now Ben seemed to be wanting rid of him, turning him away. Was he going to leave him like this he wondered? The bastard! Had he got it all wrong?
Adams thoughts were interrupted by Ben's hot tongue running down his spine.
"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, almost toppling over at the sensation.
"Bend forward, put your hands on your knees," commanded Ben, admiring the young teen's sweet tight ass. The firm young cheeks, still some way off from developing their true potential, glowed like creamy marble in the evening sun.
Adam tentatively, leaned forward and did as he was told. He'd never have believed that someone licking your spine could be so sexy and his body tingled. Such thoughts were abandoned however as something hot and moist tickled his arse hole.
"Argh, urgh," he grunted and sighed, shaking like a leaf, disbelieving what was happening to him.
The boy's sexual knowledge was still pretty much the basics and he was lost in dreamy oblivion as Ben proceeded to lick out his hole.
The young boy's warm foetid hole was already greased with sweat and Ben savoured the rich fruity flavour that lingered in the dark tunnel. His nose, filled with the essence of Adam, delighted in the heavenly scent and his tongue scoured the boy's tight tract, munching greedily on the dark pink meat. Adam's hands were soon at his buttocks, prising his socket further open, while his cheeks burned. He felt ashamed of himself, like an animal without use of reason, yet he felt a release and a completeness he'd never experience before, to say nothing of the churning in his bowels and balls. Adam couldn't take any more and he grabbed on his prick to begin wanking himself fast and furiously.
"Oi, no you don't," cried Ben, suddenly aware that he might be about to lose his prize.
He quickly spun the young boy around to be met by a shot of stinging hot cum in his eye. Now free at last, having begun to unburden his painful load, Adam couldn't stop his frenzied pumping as he jacked his cock up and down and tugged on his balls. Benedict being peppered with cum, squinting through one eye, finally managed to secure his lips around the bucking knob that jetted superheated young boycream all over him. He slipped the boy down his throat, knocking the young fevered hand away, and drank greedily from the virginal fountain. The rigid thin shaft poked and prodded his mouth and the young flower bud of the boy's youthful helmet battered his tonsils. Adam's milk was surprisingly rich in flavour, tasting sweet and sour, and the honeyed sap ran thin and strong. Ben's nose was filled with the young pubes as Adam battered his face in the frenzy of his fucking and his shoulders stung under the pinch of the boy's fingers.
"Oh Dom," sighed Adam as he collapsed in a heap on the floor, "err, soz, I mean Ben," he added weakly.
Adam's words were like a bucket of cold water to Ben. He was appalled and, feeling guilty and ashamed, he pulled up the boy's tight red briefs and patted them pathetically into place. The taste of forbidden fruit however still fizzed in his mouth and he was aware of the boy's young cum drying and congealing on his face and body. His hair felt mattered and sticky with clumps of boyspunk and his remorseless cock still screamed for attention. It seemed not to care, all it knew was pleasure and release, and it snapped hungrily for more, seemingly desperate to shoot its juicy filling. Certainly as he studied Adam's sodden sex sated pile, resting in the wet clinging briefs, Ben felt his cock twitch and surge. Deciding that the damage was already done, Ben suddenly found himself on top of the spent, frail youth. Gripped with lust, pushing his doubts to one side, his fingers prised the right legging of the briefs open and he thrust his cock into the squishy pile of cock, cotton and spittle. Sucking on the boy's neck, Ben humped his cock into the hot spongy mass and his mushroom helmet was tickled and tortured by the boy's soft wiry pubes. Ben's cock felt the saturated briefs clinging to his shaft, gripping the foreskin with every thrust; they only heightened his pleasure. The smaller boy's cock, with that resourcefulness only known to youth, began to warm and thicken under his abrasive assault.
At first Adam had been too exhausted to respond. He'd lain there drained, unable to move as Ben's hot and hard cock had slipped into his briefs and the older boy had begun kissing his neck. He felt terrible about what he'd said. He hadn't meant too, it had just slipped out. He'd shaken his head briefly. Well, at least I know now why I felt funny around Dom he thought, suddenly realising exactly why Dom was different. The feel of Dom's hot sweaty brother on top of him thrashing and groaning suddenly became rather stimulating. Intoxicated with his first taste of sex, still rather heady and thrilled, Adam found his cock responding to the feel of Benedict squelching and pounding inside his adhesive briefs. He'd never have thought of that in a million years and wondered what else there was to discover ahead. His hands now tugged at Ben's firm athletic buttocks and his cock was thrusting against the older boy's towering pole, like a infant fish swimming beside its mother in an ocean of spittle and lube, of drool and perspiration. Adam suddenly felt the lean powerful buttocks clench and tighten under his hands and his briefs were suddenly filled with thick hot cum. His own convulsing cock spasmed and jerked emitting a trickle of thin watery cum as his balls did their best to produce what his cock demanded.
Benedict was entranced with ecstasy as he spewed his hot thick cream into the briefs. The very idea excited him and he plastered the cotton womb with wads of spunk, which sloshed and spread in waves through the material. Lubricating his cock further, only adding to the carnage in the poor wet through briefs, Ben's prick smeared Adam's member and shot its last through the briefs, a pool of cum oozing through the ropy waistband and seeping through the now transparent fibre. Dissipated and enfeebled, it took all Ben's efforts to kiss the boy and mumble,
"Thanks," before he rolled off the youth, gasping for lungfuls of air.
The two boys quietly contemplated the darkening sky, each recovering from the trauma and prurience they'd encountered.
Still bathing in the heat of eroticism Ben nevertheless felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment. He felt bad about himself, how he'd taken the boy and abused him, how he'd not been able to stop even when he realised that this gift was meant for his younger brother. The excitement of the chase, the heat of the rut, had proved too powerful to resist. Slowly, Ben realised that he couldn't go on like this that things would have to change. He'd always thought himself kind, considerate, now he wasn't so sure. Even worse he treasured loyalty and felt he had betrayed Dom, himself, and most of all, Simon.
Fuck! Simon! He thought. How can I tell him? If I ever can that is. What will he think of me? A cold sweat washed over him and he shivered as goose pimples speckled his body. Images of fucking Luke crept into his mind; they lingered there and silently chastised him. How the hell could he speak about Luke to Simon? How could he explain what had happened. Sure, Luke was willing, no doubt about it. But how to explain why, how the younger boy had discovered his sordid desire for underwear? Abandoning his self-pity for a moment he suddenly regarded Adam.
"How yer doing Adam?" he gently enquired, suddenly shamed into enquiring of the poor boy how he felt, attempting to assess and repair any damage.
"Fuuugh," sounded Adam, expelling air through his teeth, his voice a hushed whisper, "dunno really, its not what I expected."
"It was ... better than that," he continued, seemingly more confident, though a heavy frown creased his forehead, "yet strange too. I never thought about doing it with a boy before. Not sure where that leaves me, coz I sure didn't hate it!"
Ben merely nodded, speechless, grateful for at least one small mercy.
Adam was still teetering inside; confronting things about himself he never knew, had only recently glimpsed and half-suspected. He was pretty certain he liked girls but now it seemed he might like boys too. Though was it only this boy, and his brother, he reminded himself? Adam didn't know the answer to that. He wasn't sure either whether or not it was just a sex thing, like wanting to get your rocks off and not caring about who with. God, he hoped not! He thought better of himself than that. What was confusing him was Ben; the older boy seemed uncomfortable, was sending signals to Adam that made him wonder if things were really all right. Perhaps he's worried about me, he thought kindly, or is he worrying that I'm after his little brother?
Adam propped himself up to face the older boy. Attempting a smile he said,
"Hey, Ben, I'm okay. I won't tell anyone if you won't."
"Oh Adam," said Ben, a tear forming in the corner of his eye.
His hand reached up to stroke the younger boy's blushing cheek.
Adam felt embarrassed that Ben was about to cry, worried too, he didn't know what to say. Why should this wonderful boy not be happy? Have I disappointed him? The thought of weakness in the teen-God seemed incomprehensible to Adam. To him Benedict was truly godlike; he was at the top of the pile wasn't he? Why was he not right? Adam should have said no, should have brushed Ben off, it was his fault. He'd been randy, confused. He should have gone home and wanked off then none of this would have happened. The problem was that while he was finding it difficult to cope with he knew deep down, that he was happy that it had happened. He felt suddenly more grown up, not like half the prats in his year who bragged and talked a load of shite. If Benedict was to be his first encounter, then so be it, he doubted he could have chosen better. Ben had been kind to him, doing unbelievable things that had driven him wild. He just wished that Ben were happier that's all.
"Its nothing to do with you," croaked Ben, as though he'd been reading Adam's thoughts, "its me that's the problem, not you."
"What d'yer mean?" sought Adam, further confused, whatever else, he hadn't considered Ben a `problem'.
"Its my fault, I shouldn't have done this to you. I--I got carried away. I'm sorry."
"You mean you don't like me?" quizzed Adam, suddenly fearing the answer.
"Fuck no, you're lovely, really lovely Adam. I don't mean that I mean ... God! What do I mean? I mean," he stumbled on,
"I mean I should have treated you better, shown you respect, got to know you better. I shouldn't have treated you as just someone to cop off with."
"Err, right," said Adam, not really understanding his `rights' in these matters; after all he didn't feel badly treated did he?
His knowledge of relationships was still fundamentally that of a child, though things were rapidly changing, you took what you could, when you could, and tried not to give too much in return. Ben he thought had treated him well, he'd made his interest known and Adam had accepted. What's more Ben had taken care of Adam first even though he'd offered to do likewise hadn't he?
"I feel fine Ben, really I do," he concluded, wanting the older boy to accept him, seeking to wipe away whatever it was that was troubling him.
"I'm sorry what I said earlier," he continued, "I didn't mean too. It sorta slipped out. It was a surprise to me too."
"What are you babbling on about?"
Enquired Ben, suddenly snapping out of his reverie, smiling at the gentle younger boy who looked pained and concerned.
"Why Dom of course, I won't touch him honest!" exclaimed Adam, wide-eyed with sincerity.
"Oh Adam, Adam," said Ben, shaking his head and continuing to smile, "I'm not worried about that, Dom can look after himself. He could do far worse than you, in fact," he tousled the boy's damp blond hair, "I reckon the jammy sod `ed be bloody lucky."
"Really? You don't mind?" asked Adam, his heart lifting and his eyes sparkling with relief, "Not that I'm saying I'm gonna, its just, well--"
"Its okay Adam, I understand really," said Ben.
"But take it from me, go easy okay? Don't go mad and don't rush into things. I have and I've got myself caught up in a bollocks of a mess believe you me," Ben shook his head and shuddered.
"Oh and another thing," he added quickly, "best not to build your hopes either. It can feel pretty bad if things don't work out."
"Yeah I guess," nodded Adam, "Not that I'm ever likely to do anything now that you know. I mean, I can hardly come round and chat up your brother with you there!"
"Why not?" said Ben, gripping the boy's slender shoulder, wanting him to take the words to heart, "If it were my sister, or" he laughed, "you were a girl, I'd be thinking the same. What's the difference?"
"Please, don't let me stop you," he continued, "you can take it from me that I won't be breathing a word."
"Cool," enthused Adam and he gave the older boy a hug.
It was like, somehow, getting permission to date Dom. It felt good, and though nothing might come of it Adam felt happy and accepted. Sure, there was a lot to think about, perhaps to plan too? But hell, he'd worry about all that later. For now, he was happy and content and Ben suddenly seemed brighter and more relaxed.
Seeing the younger boy's happiness lifted Ben's spirits too, though in his case he knew there was a lot of soul-searching to come. He envied the younger boy his innocence and youth, his rapid uncomplicated acceptance of things. He said a silent prayer and hoped it would long continue to be that way for him.
Ben wiped his cum-caked cock with his hand and smeared the spunk into the grass. Tidying himself as best he could he reached for his shorts and slipped them over his graceful legs.
"Here, let me help you, you're a mess," said Adam, laughing.
Licking his fingers he tenderly wiped Ben's face, cleaning up the drying residue of his own sperm. Wetting his fingers again, he suddenly realised he had tasted something of himself, it felt funny, really salty, but somehow nice too. Ben wiped his chest and stomach down, rubbing his hand in the grass to clean his greasy hand. Adam, wetting his forefinger and thumb, rubbed the clumps of cum drying in Ben's hair. He did his best to help tidy the boy up and brushed Ben's hair as best he could.
"There, not too bad," said Adam, "I reckon you'll pass."
"Thanks," said Ben, "but what about you?"
Adam looked down at his sodden pouch, his briefs felt dirty and sticky, full of Benedict's thick hot cum and his own watery effluence. However, they were drying out so perhaps things weren't too bad. Adam shrugged his shoulders,
"I'll survive," he said.
Adam slipped into his black running shorts and stood up. Benedict did the same.
"Are we gonna do this again?" enquired Adam, suddenly shy and demure, "I never did get to feel your cock."
"Err, well," Ben laughed, still bowled over at his good fortune in finding the beautiful and sensitive boy, "really you ought to mess around with boys your own age. But yes, I guess I owe you that much at least."
"Great, can't wait," enthused Adam, his mind filling with pictures, things he wanted to try with Ben.
"But it must only be one more, okay?" said Ben, staring intently at the younger boy.
Adam's smile faltered and he suddenly looked fatigued and downhearted.
"What I mean," said Ben, seeing the boy's response, "is that any more than once and I might not be able to break away from your spell. You're really beautiful Adam and I could easily make a fool of myself."
Feeling ten feet tall, Adam beamed and hugged the older boy, holding him tightly, he rejoiced in Benedict's kindness and praise. This was what attracted so many people to the older, popular teen, his kindness and sensitivity, his generosity and gentleness. Although he had a great deal to be proud of Ben was rarely arrogant in his behaviour; he always tried to consider other people's feelings. Still ashamed at what he'd done, he thought that he managed things not too badly. Indeed, his words had been the truth; too much of Adam and Ben would be lost, he had no doubts about that. If it weren't for Simon...
All Adam knew was that this amazing sexy creature thought him beautiful and really liked him. Never a particularly self-confident boy, Adam's stock rose and the event was to mark a turning point in his life. From this day forward he became that much better at doing so many things, and worried less about the things he couldn't do too. He was always to carry a special place in his heart for Benedict.
Collecting themselves together the two boys kissed briefly and made their way back through the park. Leaving the park they continued on a way before Adam had to turn off and head for home.
"I'll be seeing you Ben, ta" beamed Adam.
"Me too, and thanks again Adam, you're really wonderful," said Ben.
Watching the boy turn and make his way home Ben waited awhile and then, kicking down on the pedals, sped along to his own home. No doubt to be assailed by enquiries as to his whereabouts and, what was worse, to confront the doubts and anxieties inside of him. Arriving home he fobbed off his parents with a tale of a long bike ride and picking up the portable handset went upstairs to phone Tom.
Benedict had needed to phone Tom anyway, but now he really felt the need to talk to the older teen, to seek advice, some help with his present difficulties. Ben dialled the number Tom had given him and a male voice answered. It transpired that Tom was out and not expected back until late. Ben gave his number and asked for a message to be left. It was important he said, and he asked that Tom should ring him tomorrow, early in the evening. Simon's unplanned discovery of Ben's evening with Tom meant that the two boys had to get their story straight. Ben needed to tell Tom, to warn him, lest they meet tomorrow at the squash club and Simon started asking awkward questions. But Ben also needed the older boy as a shoulder to cry on, he wanted to expiate his guilt and listen to Tom's guidance. In short, he needed a friend, someone to talk to about all this. Things had happened too fast and Benedict feared he was spinning out of control. He needed to stop, to pause and consider, and to have someone listen to him and understand.
Benedict remained subdued for much of the evening and he went up to bed early. Sleep wouldn't come though and he lay in the dark feeling alone and confused. He stroked his cock for comfort and tried to block out images that crowded his brain. Above all, he wished to blot out the record of his younger brother, Dom, standing there before the football game in tight grey shorts. His pert peachy ass, looking oh so lickable and fun. Denying his desire was difficult he discovered. Once the tap had been turned on he found it not so easy to turn off again. Tossing and turning under the covers the apprehensive youth eventually found a troubled sleep and he slumbered until dawn.
Hope you're enjoying things so far? Any thoughts or comments appreciated. Many thanks.