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Benjy's Boy: Chapter Five
"Ohhhh my godddddd, Jeremy!" said Victoria, doing her American impersonation. It was something we did, sometimes. We faked American accents, and even had our own names. Jeremy was my fake American name.
"Oh no, Melissa! You'll never guess whaaaatt! I dropped my taco all over my friez!"
"Oh no way! Last night, yahh, I was at the movies, yahh, and, yahh, I was eating popcornnnn, and it was soooooo delicious! Like, yahhhh!" Victoria replied.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me, Melissa! So untrue! Ohmygod! I was on holiday to some dirty European country, right, yahh, and, you'll never guess awhattt!"
"Tell me what!"
"These dirty commoners were looking at me, because I was all like 'I'm from the United States, eyaahhhhhh! Of America, that is. Yeah, uh-huh, I'm from Californ-i-a!' and they were like so rude! They didn't even serve tacos there. I was sooooo disgusted!"
"Oh no! Shocking, yahh! Next you'll say they didn't have Taco Bell there or, god forbid, Krispy Kreme! Oh, please Jeremy, tell me they served nachos! Tell me!"
"No way did they. There wasn't a single nacho in sight! Or a Krispy Kreme. I was so upset. And, when I wanted a Mountain Dew, they had non! It was all Irn Bru! What the hell is Irn Bru? I don't even knowwwwwuh!"
"Where were you, Jer? The edge of the Earth? Ohmigoddddd."
"Oh, Melissa, it was like England City or something, I don't even know!"
"You mean London, yah? Oh my goodddddddddddddddd! So awful!"
"Okay, Victoria, Kayden, you can stop now," Benjamin said. We couldn't even keep our laughs in, as Victoria and I looked at each other. It was hysterical; I hadn't laughed so hard in a while.
"But Benjamin, Jer and I are having such fun!" Victoria stated.
"Just stop it, yah, thank you. I get it. Americans are fat, pizza-eating, oil-stealing, money-grabbing fuckers. Will you stop now? Thanks!" Benjamin pleaded. I knew he was only telling us what we wanted to hear, but it was fun having him admit it to us. We didn't really hate Americans, we just liked teasing him about their stereotypes.
"Okay Victoria, I think we can stop now," I said.
"Oh, good, that accent kills my throat."
"Oh, how awful, I'm most positively, absolutely, ultimately, entirely and undoubtedly sure of, my fellow Englishmen," said Benjamin, doing his fake British accent. ?I do enjoy drinking larger at the local pub in old London town, or an old cup of tea and a nice ham sandwich afterwards, yes, indeed, pleasantly so. How many pounds do you have, dear fellow? I have so much. I'm rich, you see. Good and proper, just like I beat the wife."
"Okay, stop it. Where's Alison?" Victoria asked.
"I don't know. I saw her on Tuesday, but I haven't seen her since," I said. Lots of things happened on Tuesday, I giggled to myself. Benjy gave me a sexy glance, just then, before looking at Liz.
"Hey Liz, you haven't seen her, have you?" Asked Benjy, looking at her.
Liz was the gossiper in our gang, the girl who wanted to know everything, and would do just about anything to find out. Although, she was quite the goth, too. She had black hair that curled at the ends and was pulled over one shoulder, and wore way too much black lipstick and eyeshadow. Her nails were black too, and as were her clothes. I was surprised she found time to put in her ear expander and her Doc Martens.
"Why would I speak to Ali? The girl probably has an STD or something," Liz replied. Her accent was very posh. She spoke the Queen's English, as they call it. Which was quite funny, considering her and the Queen share the same name. She didn't like Ali that much, not since Ali stole Liz's girlfriend. Yep, Liz was lesbian. About as lesbian as they come, other than shaving their hair and wearing guy clothes. But, Ali jus^@d
t did it for the fun of doing it.
"Calm down, Liz," Victoria said hesitantly, grabbing her hand.
"Wow, what's going on here?" I asked, noticing their intimacy.
"Oh, haven't you noticed? Queen Elizabeth and Queen Victoria have been having great times together, isn't that right, Liz? Oh, don't worry, I won't take this one from you," Ali said, laughing at herself as she appeared from behind me.
We were all in the quad, again, in the far corner, at our little table.
"Where have you been?" I asked her, trying not to look her in the eye. She looked like she had a hangover, and that was never good.
"No doubt jumping on another pole," Liz grunted, standing up and walking away. Victoria soon followed. That only left the three of us, unfortunately. I didn't like the idea of Ali asking me what happened on Tuesday, and, apparently, neither did Benjamin. As soon as Ali took her seat, Benjamin bolted off with Elizabeth and Victoria, now holding hands as they entered the school building.
"So, my homosexual friend, it seems you and Benjamin are talking again."
"Yep."
"Yep? No no. Ali wants more. Tell me what happened, bitch."
I didn't really know what to tell her. I asked myself whether or not it would be safe to tell her it all. How would I say it? Then it came to me. Her own words. "Sorry, but have you seen my v-card, I seem to have lost it," I replied, laughing once more. Ali actually joined in this time.
"Really? So, who's shitter was loosened up?" she asked. In other words, she wanted to know whether or not I was a top or bottom, whether or not I had pounded my way to Benjy's prostate or he had pounded me. "Come on, GayKay, just tell me! It was your's, wasn't it? You're a dirty little bottom with a dirty little bottom!" she said, laughing at herself.
All I could do was nod. I didn't want to tell Alison any of it; it was my secret. I wasn't ashamed, I just didn't want her to know. She would tease me in a number of new ways.
"Welcome to the world of cock, my friend. It's big, juicy, and all lubed up, just waiting for two sex beasts like us to take it for a ride! Now, tell me, was he big? How big? How far did he go in? Was it good? Did it hurt? Tell me everything!" Ali demanded imperatively.
"No, Ali, I'm not saying any more, I'm sorry," I said, standing from our table and walking away. I turned around the corner, onto the field, and over the school gate. Yes, I was ditching again, and there was nothing wrong with that. I had PE on Fridays, and I simply couldn't be bothered.
When I got home, I saw Lydia. She was leaving, by the looks of it. She knew about everything, and she didn't hassle me about more details. She just, understood me. She understood that the subject made me nervous to talk about and she understood where the boundaries were. She made sure not to cross them, and that, I was grateful for.
"Where are you going, Lydia?" I asked.
"Hm? Oh, Kayden. Uh, Mom's gone to see Auntie Faye for the weekend, so I'm going to Benny's. Just tell Mom I babysat you, and then you can have a friend over, or whatever," she said. Benny was her boyfriend, so I could understand what she would be doing all weekend.
"Okay then."
"But no parties. I'll get the blame. Maybe Benjy could stay over, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe, bye," I said, just before she went out the front door.
I often had the house to myself. It wasn't a big deal. Whenever Mom would visit Auntie Faye, which was usually every few weeks, Lydia would go to Benny's and I would stay in all weekend watching crappy romance films from sixty years ago or I would invite some people over. I wasn't looking forward on having company, so I decided I'd just stay in by myself. I pushed the larger couch in front of the plasma, that night, getting into position to watch some lame fantasy movie. I wanted to watch the new Twilight, but I didn't. I wanted a lot of things I didn't get. I lay down that night, snuggled up in quilts on the sofa, watching some movie I'd forgotten the name of, or never knew anyway.
Then the phone rang, and when I ignored it, it rang again. It rang four times, before I decided it was best to answer.
"Hello?"
"Kay?"
"Yeah."
"It's Benjy."
"Oh, hey."
"Anyway, I called to see if you were still up, I know it's pretty late. Can I come over?"
"Uh, yeah, you can. I have the house to myself."
"Good."
And then there was the stupid sound of being hung up on, before I put the phone back down. Then, hurrying upstairs, I fixed myself to not look like the saddo lying in the house all day. That was when he knocked, the back door again. I ran down the stairs, into the hallway, and pushed open the back door.
"Hey," he said, soaking wet. It was raining, pouring with spring. His hair had gone flat, and his clothes stuck to his skin. I bit my lip.
"Hi."
"You look... sexy," he said, checking me out.
"You... too. Come on in."
We walked into the living room and he sat down on the couch.
"How are you so wet?"
"I went with Liz and Victoria to a club somewhere, and then I got lost, and had to walk home, blah blah blah. Now I'm here, locked out in the middle of the night with no where else to go. Pity me."
"Well, you can stay the night, if you want. You did before."
"Yeah, that was a good night, the night we met."
"You probably want to get out of those wet clothes, no doubt. It's a shame," I said.
"What?"
"It's a shame I have no other clothes for you to put on," I joked.
"Then we have a dilemma, don't we? We'll have to improvise."
"I can be your pyjamas," I giggled.
He took off his white t-shirt, letting me see his perfectly refined muscles. He had the beginning of a six-pack, but nothing bulging and disgusting. Next off were his shoes, socks, trousers, and then, his underwear. Tight and compressed, I could see everything.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"Ehh," I fooled.
"Ha! You love my cock. You did on Tuesday. Maybe I'll just keep it away, then."
"Well, there's no need to be rational," I said, climbing on top of him on my sofa.
"That's what I thought."
"So, what do you wanna do all night?" I asked, running my fingers across his bare chest.
"I don't know, but I can think of a few things," he spoke.
"Like..."?
"I don't know. Maybe... we could switch," he suggested. I knew right away he wanted to be the bottom, but I was afraid of being a top. Wondering whether or not I was good enough, or whether or not he was having fun, I had no idea ^@d
what to do with myself.
"You mean... I do you?" I asked, hiding my fear of not pleasing him. It wasn't that I always wanted to bottom, it was just that I was afraid to top.
"If you don't want to, you don't have to. But... yeah."
"Okay, fine. Bend over and spread 'em," I joked, still rubbing my fingers across the bareness of his chest.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, if you want to. I guess I'm up for it. Come on, we'll go upstairs."
I stood up and pulled him up the stairs by the strap of his undies, brought him into my room, and tossed him onto my bed.
"Be right back," I told him.
He pouted, and then said ?Why? Where are you going?"
"To get lube, unless you prefer to be pounded dry." I left my bedroom and gallivanted back down the stairs. My room was the only one upstairs, but my sister's was in the basement, and I knew exactly where she kept her lube. I grabbed it from the back of her wardrobe. It, along with some other sex things, were stuffed into the pockets of old clothes she never wore any more. I took the lube back upstairs, and found Benjy sitting, waiting.
"I'm back, with lube. Do you need to use a special kind or is this one okay?" I asked, completely clueless in every way about sex. I threw the bottle at him so he could make sure.
"Yeah, this'll loosen me up," he joked, standing up and closing my bedroom curtains.
"Well... get stripped," I said, taking off my clothes too. He was stripped first, only wearing undies, and then we were both naked together, staring, as certain things began to rise.
"Well well, look who's out to play," Benjy said, jumping onto my bed. ?Aw, where are your Buddha boxers? They were much better than those."
"I don't know, probably under your bed."
"I'll make a note to sniff them."
"Oh, shut up," I joked, approaching him slowly on my bed, before lying down beside him. ?How should we do it then?"
"Whatever way you want. You can do me every which way."
"I guess we should try rimming," I suggested. ?But I'll be no good at it."
"I could show you," he said seductively. ?But, maybe another time. I just feel like being penetrated, and your my guy." My face lit up, my entire body tingled, as he called me his guy. ?Just do what I did to you."
"Okay, then," I said, standing up and getting into position. I stood at the bottom of the bed, while Benjy wriggled his way to the bottom and put his legs over my shoulders. Looks like he wasn't one for foreplay, at least not that night.
He handed me the bottle of lube, and I rubbed it across my hardening 7 ½ inches. Then, I did the same for his ass, slipping in a finger or two to get the inside nice and slick.
"Go slow," he said, his eyes closed.
I placed my head right on the outer edge of his ass, and slowly began sliding my way inside him. I kept slowly sliding in, until he had taken my entire dick. His face was stricken with pain, lust, passion and fire, all at once. His eyes flashed open, and he gave me the order to begin. I did as I was told, and slowly began pulling out again. Then, just before I was out of him, I began sliding back in, filling up his hole. I began picking up speed, until I was fully hard and pounding him wildly. My balls were clashing against his body, and he was moaning and screaming in ecstasy. I could feel my dick firmly thrusting against his prostate, causing him the most serious and pleasurable amounts of sheer ecstasy.
"Harder, deeper, fuck me like a bitch!? he shouted at the top of his voice.
I stopped for a moment, still inside him, and grabbed his arms. I held them against his thighs, signalling him to take his legs off of my shoulders. He pushed his legs closer towards his head, almost touching his shoulders, giving me better access to his pink button. Then, I began, wilder, faster, stronger, and deeper, thrusting myself in and out of him. I had to lube up every few minutes, but it seemed to go on forever.
He pushed away, turned onto all-fours, and popped his ass at me. He wanted to be done doggy style. I wouldn't say no, so I climbed onto the bed and got down on my knees, forcing my dick back into his wrecked little hole. He was warm, inside, soft and warm. I began pounding hard again, doing him like a dog. He began moaning again.
"Uhhh, oh fuck, oh my goddd," he screamed.
"I'm gonna cum," I announced, trying to pull out. But, Benjy persisted, and forced me to stay in him, while I began writhing in pleasure as I came to my climax. I shot load after load into him, my warm juices coating his hole.
After I pulled out, we lay there for a while. Our spooning position was in use, and I felt his hard dick pressing against my ass before we fell asleep together, in each other's arms.
"I knew you two were at it!? Ali yelled, standing by the bed. How she had gotten in my room, nevermind my house, made me feel vulnerable.
I pulled the sheets over us immediately, waking Benjy in the process.
"No need to hide from me, boys. I know exactly what you've got down there, trust me, there's nothing I haven't seen. Nice cock, Kay."
"Ali? What are you doing in here?"
"What? Oh, my dad has a spare key to your house, remember?"
"Hey Alison," Benjy said, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.
"Mmm, Benjy, didn't know you were hiding something that big. Did he take it all?"
"Uh, no. I took all of his, though," Benjy announced, as if it were nothing of a secret.
"Ooo, haven't you two been busy! Any way, Kay, I came over because of what happened yesterday. Look, I was having a bad day, and I know it's no excuse, but..." she began. ?No offence, Benjy, but I've got something to say to Kayden alone, so could you maybe...?"
"Sure, on my way out any way." Benjy pulled the covers off of himself, and walked casually over to my wardrobe. Ali spanked his ass, as he walked passed her.
"Damn, hottie. If I were Kayden, I wouldn't let you leave my bed."
He pulled on one of my black t-shirts and jeans. I didn't know we were the same size, but we were, and he left, hopefully taking his wet clothes from our living room. The last thing I would need was my mom seeing those.
Ali closed the door abruptly, coming closer and sitting on the corner of the bed.
"Right, look, I know I was a bitch, and I know I am all the time, but sometimes I can't help it. Call it what you want, insecurity, sex addiction, whatever. It's me. My point is, I'm sorry, now can we stop being awkward and get back to being besties, or what? Besides, I wanna hear all about you and your fuck buddy."
"Sure, Alison."
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