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Benjy's Boy: Chapter Twelve
It seemed rather insufferable of Ali to be such a bitch all of the time. She doesn't realize how much she is hated. The truth of the matter was: she was disliked. What she did at Victoria's home on Saturday night was simply something I wouldn't forget. I had locked my heart and secrets away, caged it up from her. While her heart was pure stone, mine had been vulnerable, and I wouldn't allow that to happen again. I would bury her, if I had to.
But that night at Victoria's mansion wasn't all bad, I told myself. Victoria and I had become much closer friends. In fact, I'd say I had become close friends with everybody in our little gang. Ali, to my resentment. Victoria, though, she had truly reached the rank of confidante, in my books. She wasn't one of those playful friends who you call "bitch" or toy with their breasts, she was one of those hearty, open-minded friends that seriously had your back. And I needed a few of those. While, her girlfriend, Elizabeth was my playful friend, I could sense she was moving closer to me. We started having private jokes and it seemed like we were getting close. Benjy, I don't even have to explain, do I? Elise was simply my best friend for infinity. I had grow up with her as my only friend. We went through puberty together, although two different types of puberty. We shared our first kiss and our first intimate moment, although we didn't go all the way. It was a pity she wasn't there when I found out I was gay. Although, there was always that place in my heart for Elise. She was the one girl I had more than friendly feelings for. Of course, then you have Adrian. He is the very strong and cool guy everyone knows and gets along with, the guy with the perfect smile that seems infectious, the guy who is confidant and always talking to people. Albeit he was a goth, a real goth with long black hair and painted eyes. But damn was he hot. Truly. Plus, he was always kind, especially to me. The others, Molly, Chris and Vinny, I didn't know too well, but I never saw much of them any way. All of these friends I met when I joined Secondary School with Elise. I went to a private school for a few years, but my Mother made me switch schools, to Elise's school. That meant I could only latch on with her crew, and then I had to grow closer to that crew after she moved away to Bermuda for a few months. The poor child. I loved her so much; she was special.
"Dennie?" Elise asked, strolling into my bedroom just after I'd gotten back from the Park Popham Hotel on Sunday afternoon. Nothing had happened, other than I met a few people. Frightened people. Plus, I had more than a few chances to make Jake Barker blush brighter than a tomato again.
"Yeah," I replied, sliding my notebook diary under the covers of my bed as she came through the door.
"You're still writing in that diary?" she asked, diving onto my bed and sliding in beside me, snuggling up to my chin.
"Yeah. English teacher says it 'refreshes' my vocabulary and 'refines' my writing skill. Arse wipe. But I do it any way."
"Let's have a read, then," she said, snatching it from under the covers and running up to the closet. Before I could stop her, she slid inside and used a coat-hanger to block the handles. "Ooo, how interesting! 'Benjy is so cute. He made a midnight visit last night, diary. We spoke until dawn, just about us and Elise.' You wrote about me? Sly bastard!" she started, shouting it from inside the closet. Lucky no one was in the house, I thought to myself.
"Give it back!" I called, lamely.
"Not yet! What else have you written about me in here?" she asked.
I began banging on the closet, and then a lot harder. I grew anxious. I couldn't let her read it, she'd find out. Everything I'd written, things about her. Shit! I had to get it back before she could-
"Ooo. Here's something good: 'Speaking of Elise, we made out again at Victoria's. I don't know why, or'..." she paused.
It was coming.
"...'how it happened, but I think I love her. I mean, I've always loved her. I'm IN love with her.'" She just stopped.
She stayed silenced. I felt so embarrassed, I could feel the clear tears beginning to cascade down my face. They just flooded out, for the first time in a long time. For a while, we just stayed silent.
Then I heard the coat-hanger fall, and the door slid open slowly, softly. Out she came. She looked like Lana Del Ray, to me, but younger, and prettier. She had purple ribbons tying her hair up today, in two pigtails that were woven intricately into plats. She was wearing a flowery vintage shirt underneath a dress version of denim dungarees, and white frilly socks with her white Louboutins. She just amazed me.
I looked down over her face. Her make-up was smudged with tears. She was wearing her strawberry bright red lipstick again. I loved it. She wore it our very first time, too. She dropped the diary to the floor, the page ripped out in her hands, and then looked at me with her deep and watery hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry," she stammered, wiping her eyes with her wrists and looking at her feet.
I didn't reply.
"Is it true?" she asked suddenly, approaching me further. She held out her hand and touched me on my shoulder, then lifted my chin. She wiped away the tears that fell from my eyes and smiled. "Are you in love with me?"
I did a wobbly half-nod, sighed, and dropped onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Elise grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to sit up on my bed beside her, where she shrunk into my chest and embraced me. I wrapped my arms around her, worried.
"I'm in love with you too," she whispered, almost inaudible, had she not been so close.
I kissed her gently on the head.
"Don't," she said sternly, looking up at me. "You're with Benjy. Don't cheat - not with me. Or... or anyone. We can't. I'm... I'm sorry."
She ran from my bedroom and I heard he shoes hitting against the stairs as she flew down them. I heard a bang of the door, and she was gone.
I stood up and lifted the diary. I looked down at the page she'd read and torn out. She'd taken it with her.
I hurried down the stairs after her and ran into the living room, the tears swelling in my eyes, clotting my sight. I tore it up page-by-page and threw it into the fire.Then I found my way up the stairs and collapsed onto my bed, the sleeplessness filling my eyes and forcing them to close.
I woke up when the sky was setting, when it was a deep blue with stars dotting it perfectly. It was to a phone-call, an unending ring that droned on forever. I slumped up and grunted, after reading the caller ID.
I answered lazily.
"Hello," was his sharp and dark reply, his snobby British accent stirring me as I half-woke.
"What do you want, Jasper?" I asked rudely.
"Well then, now who looks to be upset this evening. Tell me what happened at the Park Popham hotel this morning, Kayden," he insisted intolerably.
"Nothing. I went there and the Manager had Jake Barker give me a tour. I made him my friend. Then I met a few more employees. I made a good impression, I think. I started work at about nine. But it was really slow, and I had a lot of free time. At lunch I went to the employee lounge and made a few friends. I've done everything you wanted, and I'll be at the address on Monday tomorrow at nine," I finished, finally, rushing as I spoke, waiting for the dreaded phone-call to end as soon as possible.
"What is your work timetable?" he asked smoothly, his voice still stirring my sleepy mind.
"Weekends from 7AM till 1PM, and then Tuesday and Thursday after school from 4PM to 7PM. Night-shifts if I want, overtime if I want, shitty pay. My back kills from carrying those bags, and I'm fucking tired, so leave me alone," I pleaded, turning over on my bed.
"Very well then. Would want you to be well-rested for our appointment tomorrow. And when we get there, make sure you've solved the problem with this Elise Evergray character or I'll have her disposed of."
"Fuck off. There isn't a problem, and if there is, it has nothing to do with what we are doing, so leave her alone and do whatever you want. This time, I'LL be in touch, psycho bastard."
Before he could reply, I killed the line. However, before I did, I heard the same laugh in the background. A woman's laugh, evil and demented. What was so amusing to her?
I woke up again the next morning, Monday morning. I had slept since maybe 4PM, almost sixteen hours. That's what happens when you stay awake all Saturday night only to go to work at dawn on Sunday morning.
I reminded myself of the phone-call with Jasper as I changed from my old clothes. I threw them into the hamper and went into the shower. I liked the way the warm water seemed to ooze over my skin and tear away my feelings and problems, and how the shampoo I'd lathered over my hair and body healed the scars they'd left behind. Before I left the house, I dried and straightened my hair, changed into my casual clothes, and ate a small breakfast with a cup of sugary and overly strong tea. Yes, the British tea stereotype is most definitely true, as far as I am aware. We British love tea.
I gently knocked on Benjy's door after crossing the street to his house.
I waited, and for a while assumed he was either still asleep or he never came home. His mother's car had gone, so she was off to work. He would be alone, and it was nearly 7:30AM - meaning I had an hour and a half to kill before I had to go to my appointment with Jasper at wherever he expected to be.
The door swung open, revealing my boyfriend. He was once again in his underwear - did he even wear clothes at home? - and had his hair all messed up. This day he was wearing Spongebob briefs, and where his pointy nose was must be the location of a certain block of morning wood, dangling in the morning sunlight. He'd clearly just gotten up.
"Did I wake you?" I asked calmly.
"Yeah," he said, yawning, stretching his arms as he did. I noticed little growths of blond hairs on his pits, and felt my skinny jeans grow skinnier.
"Sorry. I needed to talk before you went to school," I announced, swaying in the breeze.
Benjy stood aside, allowing me into his house. As I walked in, I felt the darkness fly over the hallway as he closed his front-door. Then he wrapped his arms around me from behind and put his head on my shoulder, kissing me gently across the cheek.
"Talk, then," he whispered, kissing my neck. I felt him bite at the skin a little, just a nibble. Then I felt him suck - leaving me with a purple and bruised suckie (or, as Americans say, a hicky).
"Are you gay, or just bisexual?" I asked, as casual as possible. He told me he was, but he seemed just fine making out with Molly AND Victoria during our game of truth or dare. That was Ali's fault, of course, for giving them the dares just to hurt me.
"I've told you, sexy. I'm the same as you," he whimpered, still nibbling at my neck.
"But I don't think I am," I whispered, still and holding my breath.
"Then neither am I. But that doesn't mean I don't want you any less than I do, and I'm pretty sure you feel the same way."
"I do."
"So, if you're telling me this now, then you clearly liked your kiss with the Evergray girl, Elise, on Saturday, didn't you?" he guessed, moving onto nibbling my ear as we stood in his front hallway.
"Yeah." I just couldn't lie to him.
"I knew it. I could see it in your eyes. Maybe you didn't know at the time, but I sure did. Why did you think I was smiling the entire time? Babe, if you don't want a monogamous relationship then you won't have one."
"You're telling me we can have sex with other people?"
"Whoever we have sex with, we're still gonna love each other. Besides, I've been starved of girls for long enough. I'd just be in heaven if I could ride them then come back to my boyfriend afterwards."
"But I'm not talking about just sleeping with other people," I announced.
"Then what are you talking about?"
"You're talking about sleeping with any girl and then coming back to me, but I don't like all girls. I only like one. I love her. I mean, I still love you just as much, but I love her too."
"I'm cool with starting a love-triangle if you are. Maybe I'll start loving her too. Look, Kay, I'm not the jealous type, and I don't mind sharing if you don't. And as long as you still love me at the end of the day, you can love my mom and I wouldn't give a shit."
I couldn't help myself. We had a good hour and a half until we had to be somewhere, and he was alone...
I bent my neck back and kissed him. His soft lips rubbed against mine, lip-locked, and then I felt his tongue poking against my lips, asking entry. I opened. He entered.
I turned around completely, and he began unbuttoning my top as I traced my fingers along his chest and around the waistband of his briefs. My fingers slipped inside one-by-one, and pulled his down completely, leaving them to fall to the floor. He was naked.
We didn't stop kissing the entire time.
After he'd gotten my shirt off, I bent down to him. It had been a while, I told his hardening prick. I slipped the head into my mouth, washing my tongue across it. I tasted that same warm, salty flavour that reminded me of his cum. Then I widened my throat, and pushed his growing cock deep inside. I'd learned to take all of him a while ago, so that was no problem. The entire time, my tongue was swiveling around the length and salivating as much of his rod as it could. I could feel the bone and the veins, the heat, and the blood beating through as I fastened my pace. Once it reached the back of my throat, I slurped it out again, and then took it all again. Benjy's hand rested gently against my head, and started forcing my head further onto his cock, bulging it further down my throat. Then he pulled back, and that started the rhythmic face-fucking.
Eventually, I let it fall out and stood up, before he could reach his climax.
I smiled cheekily at him, and winked.
"You this time." I didn't ask, I told. I had only fucked him once, and I was versatile. Plus, I enjoyed it. And it was about time to make it a second. I needed to learn to top any way.
Benjy ran up the stairs, after telling me to stay there. He came back with a tub of KY jelly and his fine bubble butt. Then, bending down, he unzipped my jeans and let loose my cock. He sucked it a while, sending thrills across my spine, but then rubbed it gently with his lubed up hand. Then, handing me the tub, he knee-walked to the staircase and bent himself over the first few steps. I approached, and pulled apart his cheeks to reveal his pink pucker. Lubing my hand and fingers, I rubbed it across his crease and then slipped a finger inside. I was so forceful it knocked him back and forth. I slipped it in, then out, rocking him back and forth. One finger turned to two, and then to three, and soon he was moaning as I found his spot. I banged against it for a while, then decided to get real dirty.
I stood up and looked down at Benjy bent over the staircase. I placed my throbbing head at the entry to his ass, and slowly, softly, I slipped it inside. He let out a low moan, and I felt the walls of his ass close around me as he clenched. As he released, I slowly began moving further and further inside, letting his ass swallow my dick, consume all seven and a half inches of it. He let out more moans of pleasure, and seemed to wail a little as I pulled out, like a child that lost his balloon. But then he purred deeply as I forced my way back inside, all the way, a little faster but not too fast. I knew from bottoming before that it could get painful if it was too hard or fast. This time was all about making him feel good, not me.
I placed my hand on his back and began pumping harder, and faster. He moaned again, as I felt my dick press hard against his prostate. I pulled all the way out to the head, and then firmly pressed it all back into him, pounding his pink hole. I picked up speed, and soon enough I was hitting his prostate on every intrusion. I felt his insides strangling my dick, sending waves of pleasure and desire down it. It was tormenting, in a good way.
I felt myself coming to the climax, and slowed down a little. Then, I reached around and firmly grabbed his cock and began rubbing it in my hands. He moaned again, louder each time. I kept pumping his cock and forcing my own deep into his ass, and soon enough, I felt that tingling feeling building up in my groin. It traveled up my balls and across my dick, spurting ooze after ooze of my seed deep into Benjy.
I gently pulled out, turning Benjy around. He sat on his staircase, and I took him again in my mouth. Tonguing his head and forcing it all down my throat, he eventually shot his load right into my throat.
I left his house satisfied and sexually sated. But also overjoyed. I had Benjy, and I loved Benjy. I loved Elise, I finally understood, but I hadn't had her yet - YET!
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