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Benjy's Boy: Chapter Seven
I the day was to come when Benjy and I were to be caught together, it could not have come at a more inconvenient time. Weeks had passed, almost two had gone before my eyes in an instant. Months, it had been, since I met Benjy early January 2013, and I couldn't have spent the time that I had with him any differently even if I tried. I was starting to love him, for how silly it seemed, but it was true. Benjy and I were falling for each other, even before I had told myself out loud that he was my... boyfriend. And, if truth be told, I was one of those people who liked it being kept a secret. Not because I was afraid of what people would think, but just because the adrenaline rush that was given to me almost every day of my life when I was with Benjy intimately made me crave my lover even more.
I guess you could say that it all started that fateful day, when I crossed over the road on Carlington Crescent, and entered the house of Benjy. On that day, his mother invited me inside, up into my lover's sanctuary, where we officially became what we were. Lovers boyfriends, whatever word you want to call it. Just was we decided it, my beautiful readers, his mother began climbing the stairs. And, yes, while we managed to hide our sporting erections and the obvious love lingering in the air, the one thing we couldn't hide was the priceless looks on our faces as she walked in with her homemade lemonade on a silvery tray held in her arms. If only she had arrived later, I would never have gotten the feeling that filled me up. The feeling was not Benjy's cock, as you may have hoped, but it was the adrenaline rush of almost being caught in the act. From that day, I wanted to screw Benjy as much as I could. For the two weeks, I believe that the only days we didn't have sex were the two I was grounded for when my mother returned to a trashed house. But, and as one of my worst fears dared to admit, we got pretty reckless. I couldn't see myself coming out any time soon, but now Victoria and Alison knew, alongside Benjy, which added to a total of three. As soon as Elise was back from Bermuda, I would tell her. But because I had no one to talk sense it to me, we were caught.
It was our first actual date, the night we were. How unfortunate, aye? Yes, we had been having sex, and dating officially for almost three weeks, but we had not done the thing only Americans do. Go on dates. In this country, and at my age, you met up with someone at some party, got pretty close, and asked them to "go steady" as Americans call it. But what those in Britain usually say "Will you go out with me?","Will you be my boyfriend?". But no. We couldn't have that. Benjy wanted the full experience, and I was determined to give him what he wanted. After weeks we had been made official, although in secret, he kept dropping hints about it, and I eventually picked up on them, and had it all planned out down to him breaking in my rump.
"Hey Benjy," I said to him, after climbing through his bedroom window. Of course, I had to climb up one of those ladder things that hang flowers on them usually on the side of houses to get to his window, and, knowing me, I almost fell back down them.
"Shit!" he gasped.
"Oh, sorry, rubbing one out?" I asked. "Here, let me do it for you."
"No, you just scared the hell out of me, boyfriend."
"Hmm. That has a nice ring to it. Boyfriend," I hummed to him genially. "I've got something to ask you," I added.
"Oh, and what's that?"
I bent over on one knee, knowing it to be the most cliche thing to do. That would annoy him, and make him smile. He did. His crooked smile was plastered across his face, his perfect white teeth reeling over his lower lip as he bit it.
"Benjamin, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
"What?"
"Just kidding. D'ya wanna, maybe, possibly, go on a date with me tomorrow?"
"Really? Aw, Kay. I do," he joked. "And afterwards, I'm going to pound you like a-"
"Benjy, dear, dinner's ready. Down you come," his mother interrupted.
"Coming, mother, just give me two minutes," Benjy requested. "I've been waiting for you to ask that, you ass. Knock for me to tomoz at eight," he whispered.
"My ass? You want it already? Okay then, I guess," I kidded, heading back out the window as he rushed down the stairs. When I climbed down the wall ladder-like structure, I noticed Mrs. Burckham walking her little pug eyeing me closely, with a look of utter repugnance across her face. She was a defo femme fatale.
"Something wrong, Pat?" I asked her kindly.
"Nancy," she muttered.
"Sorry. Thought your name was Pat."
"It is, but your a Nancy."
"What?"
"You heard. Now piss off, you willy."
"Uhm, fine, shriveled old prune. Have fun with yours cats, wicked hag," I stuttered, crossing the street back into my house.
"Mum?" I called, after closing the front door behind me.
"Dear, did you just climb out of Benjamin's window?" she asked, as I watched her gazing out of the window half-heartily.
"Uh, yeah, he's grounded, so I had to sneak in. Where's Lydia?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Hm? Oh, upstairs."
"What's she doing upstairs? That's my room," I concluded.
"Looking for stuff."
"What? And you let her? Mum!" I called, dodging past her and diving up the stairs, ready to pounce at my sister. "What're you doing in here, Lyd?"
"Oh, hey Kay. I came up looking for my socks. You know, the ones you wore a couple of weeks ago, and found these..." Lydia pulled out her shirt, letting fall numerous nude magazines of mine (not the straight kind), condoms, lube, and a dildo Ali had given me as a joke. "What you must get up to, little brother, I cannot think to imagine."
"Put them away, what if Mum sees them?"
"What if? She hasn't seen the dildo or the dirty mags, but she pretty much discovered where you hide your lube and condoms. Good thinking, separating your homosexual things from your regular sexual things, little brother. Wish I'd thought of that when I was... confused."
"Mum know's I have condoms and lube? How the hell does she know that?"
"Uhm, because she's not blind. You can't hide them under your pillow and expect no one to find them. At least you hid the magazines and sex toys well enough, for fuck sake. You know, this'll take a toll on both of us. She'll think I gave them to you or something, and know she thinks your out screwing girls!"
"But I'm not! Tell her I'm not!"
"And say what? 'Sorry I lied to you, Mom. Kayden's got this stuff for him and his boyfriend, cos they're at it every bloody day!'?"
"Not every day. Besides, I've got a date tomorrow," I told her, picking up the magazines and dildo and hiding it back in the vents under my bedside table.
"What? You've got a date? But I thought... wait... with who?"
My mother suddenly appeared by the door "A date, Kayden? With who? I bet she's pretty. Why else would you have all of those? Must be a good looking girl, to have your interest. I always knew you'd find the right girl, you know. I've been telling you for years to get a girlfriend. Now it is finally happened, I don't care that you're having sex. You're doing it safely, so I'm happy."
"Ugh, Mum, don't scar him. I'm sorting this out, go away. I'd told you it would be awkward if you talked to him about it."
"You shouldn't have been looking any way, Mum."
"Well, I came across them by accident! It's just condoms and lube, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once I told your sister, she came up here to check for any other things. Didn't find anything else, but she told me to stay out, and I will," she said, closing the door and wandering back down the stairs.
"Just be lucky I was here to stop her finding the other stuff, Kay," Lydia concluded, following behind my dearest mother.
It was the next day, a Saturday, when I dressed up all nice, kept condoms and lube in the pockets of my blazer, and wandered over to Benjy's. He assured me his mother would be on a date of her own that night, and I assured him that my mum would be with my aunt the entire weekend again, and that Lydia was visiting Dad on the other side of town. We didn't speak of him much, not since the divorce.
I knocked on his door nice and loud, awaiting his presence. When he opened it, he was in non other than a burgundy tuxedo. He had his fringe re-dyed from bright blue to burgundy, too, matching his suit but standing out against the rest of his ice blond hair. "Did I overdress?" he asked cutely.
"Not at all," I told, bringing him in for a kiss, there and then, in the wide and open street of Carlington Crescent. From there, we caught a bus (romantic, I know) up to the town, where I took him to a little french bistro off the corner of the high street. Marveilles, it was called.
"You brought me to a French place, how romantic."
"Oh, sweetie, I just got started."
"Mmm. Mind you, I won't be eating any snails, I don't care if they put a fancy name to them. Escargot. No. Snails. Lying fuckers."
When we arrived, we were taken to a table, where the waitress eyed us carefully as she took us to our table. After we ordered, a few people were staring, but they got use to the idea oh homosexuality, stupid rats.
Before Benjy and I could speak, the waitress butted in. "Oh, dolls. You just look so cute together, babies. You are together, right?"
"We are," I announced, before Benjamin could deny it for my sake. He was ready, but I wasn't that desperate to find the handle to the closet just yet. To strangers, I could cope. But no one else.
Throughout the remainder of the dinner, the two of us shared three courses of little French meals, and halved a slice of strawberry spongecake between us. Benjy, as I would have expected, was rubbing his leg against mine the entire night, holding my hand under the table, and often reaching between my legs. He knew I'd be stiff the entire night, especially with his hand so close. He was teasing.
After we left the restaurant, I took him to the park, where we walked the fields, kicking flowerbeds and riding the kiddy rides in the play area. It was dark, so no one was around. We even scared the swans, bless us. Then, we gallivanted off through the town, went to a few clubs, and left the town high as kites and as drunk as alcoholics.
We went back to my house, taken by a taxi. The driver tried to take no notice of us, but we were drunk, slurring, and horny. By the time the driver had arrived outside of my house, Benjy was already hard as a rock and tonguing my mouth like a dishwasher. After we paid him, we steadied off, into my house, and onto the living room sofa.
"We're doing it here?" he asked me.
"Don't you want to?"
"Fuck it!" he screamed, ripping off his clothes down to his undies. I did the same, taking out the lube but purposely forgetting the condoms. We were both in our undies, his tighty whiteys, mine regulars. He dropped his to his ankles, leaving his socks on. I liked it, when he did that. It turned me on a little more. That revealed his perfect cock. Eight inches, poking out of his body. It was perfect, dripping, and practically begging to be sucked. Who was I to say no, to such a godly thing?
I grabbed it, pulled it closer to me, and chucked it into my mouth. I sucked it in and out, washing it with my tongue. I licked his head, knowing how great it felt when he did that to me, and kept running my tongue up and down his cock. I kept electrifying his shaft, sucking his balls, gurgling in his oozing cock.
"Uhhh. Oh, shit. You're so fucking good... Uhhh... I'm gonna..."
"No you're not," I said, moving my mouth away and pulling him around. I bent him over, and dug my face deep into his ass. I rimmed his ass, rubbing my tongue up and down his crease, inserting a finger. I pulled it in and out as he sighed in pleasure, then added another, and another, until I had four fingers slipping in and out of him.
"Oh, fuck! That's the spot!" he said, as I banged against his prostate with my fingers.
"Do me, Benjy! Shove it all in! Now!!" I screamed at him, forcing him to turn around and get into position. I had this feeling that I couldn't explain. I was as horny as the Devil, and I wanted to be filled with his entire eight (and a bit) inches. I wanted his steamy baby gravy to ooze into my rectum, enveloping my inner walls with his juices. I was begging for it. I never wanted him in me more than then.
I opened the lube and rubbed it across his cock, jacking him off til the verge of explosion and stopping to tease him. Revenge, bitch, for teasing me at the restaurant! Then, I lifted my legs into the air, handed him the lube, and watched him bend over. I felt his fingers rubbing against my ass, wiping the cold lube across. I tensed, clenched, and gasped. He began finger-blasting my pink button, shoving four into my, in and out, rubbing against my prostate. I felt a tingling sensation inside me, and never wanted it to end.
"Shove it all in!" I bellowed at him.
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
Before I could protest, Benjy stood and towered over me. My legs were on his shoulders, and he slipped his entire eight inches right inside me. He didn't ask again, but just pounded, hard and fast. He kept pounding against me, doing me hard on the sofa. Before I knew it, we had been fucking for a good hour, until we changed position. I kept moaning and screaming, begging for more. He pounced into me, shoving it all the way, then all back out. Then, out of nowhere, he stopped. He took my legs down, wrapped them around his waist, picked me up like a baby, and began fucking me once more. I curdled up in his arms, rubbing my arms around his back and breathing on his neck. He carried me around the living room, slipping in and out faster and harder each time.
"Uh! Fuck! Ahhh, yes! Ahh fuck yes!" I screamed, being filled with him. "Fuck me! Ahhhhh, shit! Ahhhh!"
"Uhhhhhh!" Benjy groaned.
"I love you," I quivered. Benjy stopped, still cradling me, carrying me in the centre of my living room, his entire eight inches in my ass.
"What?" he asked.
"What?" I replied. "I love you," I repeated.
"I love you to," he said, drawing me in for a kiss. We just kissed for a while, until the feeling came back. I wanted him pushing into me again.
"Don't stop now," I told, as he continued thrusting in and out of me.
"Ohhh, baby! Fuck! Yes! YES!! YESS!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice, lost in ecstasy as he kept hitting against my tender prostate, sending thrills across my body.
"Sweetie, I'm about to... I'm about to... uhhhhhhhhhh."
But the door opened, the light from the lamp posts outside in the late night lighting the black room. A silhouette walked forward, someone I couldn't put a name to at first.
"Son?" he asked.
"Dad?!"
And that was how I was caught, on our first date, as my boyfriend filled me with his steamy juices. That simple word ruined our entire night, and I couldn't help but feel no more shit about myself than right there, right then.
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