The Dangers of Desire

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Author's Note – This story is a direct continuation of my previous story, Benny Takes Control (BTC). The prologue may be useful for previous readers to refresh your memories with regard to the characters involved. Anyone who hasn't read BTC should probably do so first, things may not make much sense without it. It can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

Following the conclusion of BTC, I was planning on taking a break from these characters for a while. However, thanks to a mix of reader feedback and my own desire to see what comes next, I'm proud to present to you the continuation... The Dangers of Desire. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as you enjoyed BTC. Feedback, comments and constructive criticism is welcome as always to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

Finally, apologies for the exceptionally long chapter. There was just so much I wanted to get established in this chapter!

The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 1

by Matt

"Wakey wakey birthday boy." Mrs Harrison called out as she knocked on Benny's door. A few seconds later there was no response so she knocked again. "Come on Benny, time to get up." Still no reply.

"You know what he's been like, he's probably just ignoring you." Mr Harrison said, walking past and hearing his wife's comments before adding loudly, "Maybe he doesn't want his presents!" He stopped to listen for the response. Still nothing.

"I'm going in." Mrs Harrison said with a stern face.

"Good luck. Last time I went in without permission, he screamed at me for ten minutes!" Mr Harrison said, remembering the incident with a frown.

"Benny!" Mrs Harrison called out as she opened the door. "What the..." she exclaimed as the room came into her view. It was spotless. Bed made, curtains open, floor clear of the usual debris. More than that though, most of his personal belongings were gone. The desk and shelves were empty. "Tony." she called out to her husband as she walked in, confused.

Mr Harrison came in and pulled a similar face to his wife. Looking at the bed, he noticed a piece of paper leaning on the pillow. He dashed across, picked it up and read it out.

"Dear Mum and Dad. Sorry to just spring this on you, but I've moved out. I had to wait until I was sixteen to do it and I knew if I told you that you'd try to stop me. Don't worry, I'm not in trouble or anything, but I needed to get out on my own. I know I've not been easy to live with over the last couple of years and I'm really sorry for that, but at least now you can have some peace and quiet.

I'll still go to school, I'm not dropping out or anything so you don't need to be concerned about that. I promise I'll come back and see you soon. All I ask if that you don't try to track me down, I just need some time. Thank you both for everything. Love you loads. Benny. P.S. I bet you never thought you'd see my room this tidy. Dad, maybe you can finally make it into that home gym you've always wanted."

He lowered the letter and looked at his wife, flabbergasted. "He's gone. Benny's... gone!"

"Ugh!" Dale grunted as he rolled over and fumbled for his phone, attempting to turn off his alarm without opening his eyes. His blind swiping failed to achieve results so he opened a single eye, just enough to see it, turned off the alarm and dropped his face back into his pillow.

A moment later, he turned his head to look at Josh. He already appeared wide awake, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Dale reached across and ran a finger through his boyfriend's hair, making him jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You okay?" he asked, a little concerned.

Josh turned to face him, smiled briefly then turned back and said, "Yeah, I'm fine." It was clear from his tone that he was far from fine.

"Hey, what's up?" Dale asked, sitting up and turning to look down at the quiet young man, again stroking his fingers through his hair.

Josh just raised his hands and looked briefly at his wrists. They were faint now, almost invisible, but a close enough look revealed thin scars circling all the way around both his wrists. He couldn't bring himself to look at Dale. "Today's his birthday. Sixteen today." Josh mumbled.

Dale cursed himself for forgetting the date. He had thought about it a week ago, but then lost track of what day it was. He almost hoped that Josh would forget about it too, but knew it was a long shot. Benny had been the best thing that had ever happened to them, his actions bringing the two them together.

At the same time, he was also the worst. Every time he looked at the scars on Josh's wrists, he was taken right back to the day it had happened. The phone call from Josh that was more sobs than words, getting to Benny's house and finding both boys sat crying, distraught, in the bedroom, the blood running down Josh's arms. It still shocked him how much blood could come from such minor wounds.

He did his best to shake the images from his mind. As hard as it was for him, it had been a million times worse for Josh. Despite what the boy had done, Josh had truly loved Benny, trusted him implicitly and it was the shattering of that trust that hurt more than any cut.

It had now been two years since they had last seen the boy... or the man, as he was now! On that day, Josh had forgiven the Benny, accepting that what he had done had been an act of uncontrollable passion rather than anger or hatred. Dale had hoped that it would allow Josh to put it behind him, but forgiving and forgetting are two very different things.

Dale held out his arms, gesturing for Josh to come to him. Josh sat up and the hugged his lover, the warmth of his body felt comforting, while the strong arms wrapped around him made him feel safe. "I love you Dale." Josh whispered in his ear as his head rested on the man's shoulder.

"I love you too." Dale whispered back, kissing Josh's shoulder as his hands rubbed up and down his back.

Josh pulled away and smiled at him. A sincere smile this time. Without warning, Josh jumped up, spun Dale round and lay him flat on the bed. Climbing on top, their naked bodies pressed together as their lips met ravenously.

Dale knew it was Josh's attempt to distract himself, but as his cock began swelling he found himself caring less and less why Josh was doing it and just enjoyed it instead. As their passionate embrace continued, they soon found they had two rigid cocks mashed together between their stomachs. Josh pulled away for a moment, just long enough to growl, "Fuck me!"

Still lost in the frantic kissing, Dale reached out to the side and grabbed the bottle of lube that remained on permanent standby. Opening it behind Josh's back, he squeezed some out into his hand then reached down into Josh's crack, quickly finding the hole and slicking it. Josh spread his legs obligingly, bringing his knees onto the bed either side of Dale's waist.

Now it was Dale's turn to pounce, throwing Josh to the side and onto his back. As he moved into position, he spread the remainder of the lube onto his own now-throbbing member. Lifting his lover's legs as he knelt ready in position, Dale exposed Josh's hole and pushed his cock eagerly into it. Josh moaned. Dale moaned. Their eyes fixed on each other as Dale began thrusting.

Josh reached up and put his hands behind Dale's neck, half pulling him down while pulling himself up until their lips met in the middle. The position was hard to maintain and Josh soon dropped back down onto the bed.

Dale took another glob of lube into his hand then wrapped it around Josh's shaft, making him gasp with pleasure. He spread the lube along the whole length until he came to the head, wrapping his entire slippery palm around it. He wiggled his fingers slightly, making his palm shuffle round and round on the sensitive head, knowing exactly how wild it drove Josh.

"You... ah!" Josh gasped, trying to say something, but losing it to the two simultaneous waves of pleasure from prostate and cock.

Dale's thrusts continued with the same sense of urgency as Josh's earlier kiss, speeding him towards a rapid explosion. "Yes, yes, ah, yes!" Dale gasped as his cock began to twitch out a heavy load inside Josh.

The warmth inside him triggered Josh's own release. With Dale's hand covering the whole head, the cum just pooled in his palm and began to dribble down the shaft as the hand movements continued. The added wetness and warmth of his spunk along with the post-orgasm sensitivity made Josh whimper a high-pitched gasp as Dale continued teasing. Finally, smiling widely and gasping for breath Josh called out, "That's enough!"

Josh lay there, panting, sweaty, still convulsing as Dale knelt above him, grinning cheekily as he licked cum from his fingers. "Oh God I love you!" Josh said between breaths.

Dale just smiled his approval, giving Josh's softening cock a teasing squeeze before jumping off the bed. "I've gotta get ready for work, I need a shower." He started walking away then turned back and added with a wink, "Wanna come wash my back?"

Josh was up out of the bed in less than two seconds.

Josh and Dale were sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen when they heard a key turning in the door. They didn't move as they knew it would be Nick. Their apartment wasn't far from the McKenzie house, so Nick came round every morning to get a lift with Dale. He had left school after his GCSEs and now attended one of the local colleges instead. His college happened to be on the route to Dale's office so it made sense for them to travel together.

"Morning guys." Nick called out, dropping his keys back in his pocket as he walked in.

"Hey." They said back in unintentional unison.

Dale looked up as the boy entered. It didn't seem right to think of him as a boy. He was the same height as Josh now and looked more like him every day. The main difference being their haircuts – Josh's short and tidy while Nick's was longer and usually intentionally scruffy – and their build – Josh had continued his work at the gym and maintained his pleasantly muscled physique while Nick remained slim.

Sometimes it was torture for Dale. He loved Josh, more than he ever thought possible, so having another boy who looked so similar was a constant tease. The guy he was most attracted to in the world, but in double. Thankfully, the openness of the relationships between the three of them allowed for his fantasies to be occasionally indulged, but nowhere near as often as he would like.

"Morning!" another voice came from behind Nick, catching Josh and Dale's attention. It was Warren.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Dale asked, with a smile.

Unlike the similarity between Josh and Nick, Dale and Warren couldn't have looked more different. Dale stood at 6'4" and joining Josh at the gym had quickly toned his body into a mountain of solid man, nicely muscled without looking over-the-top. The mop of dark curly hair, the strong jaw line usually coated with neatly trimmed stubble, all centred around stunning hazel eyes. Warren, only a month away from turning sixteen, could still have some growing to do but currently stood at just 5'7" and slim. His black hair was soft, smooth and straight, short on one side and hanging long on the other, covering half of his face and one of his big brown eyes, pools of melted chocolate as Josh had once described them.

"Me and Nick had a... erm... sleepover last night." Dale replied, eliciting giggles from them both boys. "So I thought I'd come say hi before heading to school."

As the two boys reached them, Dale greeted both with a hug, holding onto Nick for just a couple of seconds longer than he probably should. Josh just remained seated and smiled at them both, thoughts of Benny gradually creeping back in as his post-sex high waned.

The two boys joined them for breakfast. They had already eaten before leaving, but growing boys never say no to seconds. They all chatted as they ate, although Josh remained quiet, only speaking when asked something directly. Dale went to finish getting ready as Nick and Warren ate their last few mouthfuls.

"Come on then, trouble." Dale said, sliding a hand across Nick's shoulders as he walked round to say goodbye to Josh. "You okay?" he asked quietly as he kissed him on the cheek.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Josh replied, a little more convincingly than he had earlier. He kissed Dale on the lips then pushed him away. "See ya later."

At the same time, Nick was busy kissing warren goodbye... or trying to suck his tongue right out of his head, it was quite difficult to tell the difference from the way they were going at it. "Bye. Love you." Nick grinned as he finally ended the snog.

"Bye sexy. Love you too." Warren said back, pinching Nick's bum as he turned away, making them both giggle.

"See ya, squirt." Dale said as he passed Warren, rubbing the boy's head and intentionally messing up his hair, knowing how much it would annoy him.

"Fuck off!" Warren called after him as he reached up and tidied his hair. As the door closed, he looked round at Josh. The expression on his face made Warren quiver with excitement. Josh was up on his feet, dashing round to Warren's side of the breakfast bar. Without slowing, he picked the boy up, threw him over his shoulder and dashed through to the bedroom.

Slamming the door open, he threw the boy across the room to land on the bed, pulling his clothes off as he approached the still bouncing boy. "Fuck!" Warren gasped in both shock and delight at the eagerness Josh was showing. He held a hand out in front of him, stopping Josh in his tracks. Seeing how keen he was just made Warren want to tease him more. "Wait!" he ordered.

Josh stood, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with desire, cock already pointing straight up to the ceiling. Wondering why he had been ordered to stop, he watched as the boy climbed onto his feet. He started to undress... slowly. He pulled his school jumper off over his head and threw it aside, then teasingly unbuckled his belt, top button open, zip slid down. Biting his lip, he stared down at Josh as he slowly pulled the flaps aside and revealed his underwear-clad bulge. Letting go of the trousers, they dropped to the bed and got kicked aside, along with his shoes and socks.

He reached for the bottom of his shirt, undoing a single button to reveal just a small triangle of skin above his waistband. Then came the second, his navel popped into view, pale, smooth and firm. The third button followed, more skin. The fourth, his chest was almost in view, nipples just hidden. One more button and the two small rigid peaks popped into view. Warren closed his eyes and moaned as he teased one between his fingers. The last buttons opened and he reached for his school tie.

"Leave the tie!" Josh snarled.

Warren bit his lip as he grinned again, never before looking more like the 'naughty schoolboy'. He pulled the collar of the shirt under the tie and threw the shirt aside. Again he closed his eyes, this time one hand on a nipple, the other groping his bulge. The boy turned, bent over and pulled his underwear down low enough to just reveal the pale white mounds of his rear.

Josh was virtually hyperventilating with anticipation. He had already wanted the boy so desperately, but now seeing his favourite part, the boy's perfect arse, he almost disobeyed the order to hold back and jumped on him. He resisted.

The underwear was slid the rest of the way down and kicked aside. He stood back up, looking over his shoulder at Josh with a devilish grin. Finally, he turned, revealing his own erection, matching the upwards direction of Josh's. However, while Josh's cock, like the rest of his body, was covered in fine dark hair, Warren was completely smooth from the neck down, a slight stubble beginning to show behind his rigid cock. Holding his boner with one hand, pulling on the tie with the other he stared Josh in the eye and said confidently, "Come on then!"

That was all the invitation Josh needed. He reached and grabbed the boy's legs, pulling them out from under him and making him fall flat onto his back. Josh climbed on, straddling the boy before reaching down to grab the tie. He used it to pull Warren up into a sitting position. Wrapping the tie around his hand to keep him close, Josh kissed him hungrily, revelling in the feeling of the boy's soft lips against his own, the tongue invading his mouth.

Josh eventually released his grip, allowing Warren to flop back down onto the bed. He lunged forward to nuzzle the boy's neck before starting to kiss a trail down his chest, down his stomach, licking the boy's navel as the head of the solid cock pressed into his chin. He moved a little further down, licking the solid meat like a lollipop.

"Oh, Josh!" Warren gasped as he lay enduring the man's frantic assault on his body.

Josh couldn't be happier as the boy's dick slid between his lips. It had grown substantially in the years he had known him, now almost the same size as his own, perhaps a little shorter but thicker. The sucking was as furious as the rest of the love making so far, making Warren gasp for breath, his fingers clutched at Josh's hair.

"Josh, slow down... Or I'm gonna..." Warren started, then added. "Too late!" His eyes rolled back in his head and his hands moved to his sides, knuckles turning white as he clenched bedding tightly in his fingers. Several shots of cum down Josh's throat later, Warren just called out, "Josh!" It prompted the man to stop sucking.

Josh stood back up, his own cock leaking precum like a dripping tap. He grabbed the tie again, pulling the boy up then flipping him round to kneel on the bed. Josh climbed up behind Warren, the precum oozing from his rigid stiffy providing enough lubrication for both his own erection and Warren's hole.

Thrusting in hard, Warren gasped and bolted upright, his back slamming against Josh's chest. "Shit!" he called out more from surprise than pain.

"Sorry." Josh whispered in his ear, kissing it gently. He slowed his thrusts as he wrapped his arms around the boy's slender body, kissing his neck. Josh's hands slid up and down the smooth, flawless skin of Warren's torso as his hips pumped away, not slowing until he had filled the boy with his second load of the morning. He stopped humping, but remained inside Warren as he began to soften. His hands slid a bit further down, delighted to feel that the teen was still hard. "I want you to fuck me!" he pleaded in a whisper.

"I don't think I can cum again so soon." Warren said, reaching up to stroke Josh's cheek behind him. He felt Josh press his face against his hand, enjoying the touch, mewing quietly.

"I don't need you to cum, I just want to feel you inside me." Josh replied, then kissed the boy's neck again.

Warren had been hoping that Josh's voracious appetite had just been pure and simple horniness, but that request betrayed a lot more than Josh probably realised. He was hurting, bad and was seeking all the comfort he could find. "I've got a better idea." Warren said, turning his head and tilting it back to kiss Josh quickly on the lips.

He moved down into a laying position, ensuring that Josh followed. He shuffled into a comfortable position, with one of Josh's arms under his neck, while the other draped over his hip. The emotional young man hugged Warren close, spooning up against him, making as much of their bodies touch as he could. In return, Warren pulled Josh's arms together in front of him, holding his hands. "How's that?" he asked quietly, looking down and seeing the scars. He still didn't know how Josh had got them, except that they had been inflicted somehow by Benny.

Josh said nothing in response, just sniffed quietly. Warren felt the wetness of tears on his shoulder.

Several minutes later, the sniffing stopped. "Promise you'll never hurt me!" Josh pleaded.

"I'd die before I'd hurt you!" Warren said back. He turned 180 degrees to face Josh. "I love you so much, Josh."

"I love you too, Warren."

The wind blew chillingly cold through the school quad, the occasional bouts of drizzle driving most of the students inside for their lunch break. A few remained outside, mostly playing games of football or stood in small huddles, chatting boisterously.

A small wall, about three foot high, ran along one side of the quad, separating a small path along the side of a building. That was Warren's favourite spot when he wanted to be alone, sitting on the side of it that faced away from the quad, the wall hiding him from the view of the rest of the pupils and students. Today he had sought refuge there, partly from the cold wind, but mostly to think about Josh... and Benny!

The younger boy had been in his class but after the incident, whatever it may have been, he never came back to the school. Various rumours flew around about the reason for Benny's diappearance. Warren may not have known all the facts, but he knew enough to know that none of the whisperings even came close to what had really happened.

The one time Warren had seen Benny since then was his fourteenth birthday party, where the boy had apologised and seemingly made up with everyone, but once the party was over, none of them saw him again, whether that was by chance or design they didn't know.

After Benny's fourteenth, Josh seemingly returned to normal, with only the occasional moment of melancholy. Then Benny's fifteenth birthday had rolled around and Josh's mood plummeted. It only lasted a few days thanks to the support of his friends, but they had all hoped it had been just a one-off, that the next birthday would come and go uneventfully, but alas not. Here was Benny's sixteenth and Josh looked to be slipping again.

"I thought you'd be here." a voice came from above him. It was Sam, looking down at him with a sweet smile, strands of golden brown hair partly covering one eye. The boy's hair was nowhere near as long, or obstructive, as Warren's own, but it was long enough to occasionally obscure his vision. He hopped over the wall and flopped down beside Warren, brushing the hair aside so he could look at his friend.

"Hey Sam." Warren said flatly.

"Ugh, I hate when you're miserable. What's wrong? Boyfriend trouble?" Sam asked with a cheeky grin.

Warren couldn't help smiling now. First came the thought of 'which boyfriend?', quickly followed by a surge of joy at the boy's willingness to talk to him about such things. On returning to school after the Summer he met Nick and Josh, he had desperately needed someone outside of their complicated little circle to talk to about it.

That someone had been Sam. He had briefly considered a couple of other friends, namely Greg and Tim who, along with Benny, had made up his best (and only) friends at school. There was something about Sam though, a potential closeness he sensed could sprout into something wonderful. At first he suspected the boy may have been gay too, with his perfect hair, beautiful face and softly-spoken manner. That was what made Warren comfortable enough to come out to him, although his disappointment was quite obvious when Sam revealed that he was straight.

Sexual orientation aside though, the two quickly bonded, sharing (almost) all of their secrets with each other. Sam was the only boy who knew the extent of what Warren had got up to that Summer. He eventually told Greg and Tim parts of it, but far from the whole story. The shared secret seemed to bring them all closer together, but Warren and Sam particularly so.

"Something like that." Warren replied, his smile fading. "Josh is... having a hard time at the moment and I don't know what I can do about it."

"Heh. Hard time." Sam giggled at the double-entendre, making Warren nudge him angrily, despite his smile. "The way you were grinning this morning, I bet you had a VERY hard time." He winked.

Warren blushed. Sam had an uncanny knack for knowing when Warren had 'done it', although between Josh and Nick, that was most of the time for Warren anyway! "Shut up, I don't mean that sort of thing."

"I know." Sam said, his expression turning serious, but still with a hint of a smile. "So what's got him so down?"

"Just... I dunno... stuff from the past. He's quite depressed about it." Warren replied. It was hard not knowing the full details, and even harder explaining it without disclosing what he did know.

Sam looked straight ahead at the bare wall of the building in front of them, humming quietly to himself as he thought. "Hey." he said, looking back to the silent boy beside him. "When you're feeling down, being alone sucks. So why not make sure that tonight, he's not alone!"

"Yes!" Warren said, his eyes widening as a smile spread across his face. "We can have a party! You... are the best!" He reached across and kissed Sam excitedly on the cheek.

"Ugh, I'm gonna catch your gayness!" Sam called out, rubbing his face where Warren had just kissed him.

"Fuck off!" Warren chuckled, pushing Sam away. The boy rocked away from Warren, then bounced back, going far enough to bring his head to rest on his friend's shoulder. Warren smiled at the gesture. It was so nice having a friend he could be so close to, physically, without wondering where it was going. He could hug Sam, kiss him, even hold his hands and he knew the straight boy never took it as anything more than friendly affection.

Warren pulled his phone out and started texting. First to Dale. [Hey bro, I guess Josh is feeling a bit down again this year. Was thinking a few of us should come round tonight and keep you guys company to take his mind off of it. Whadda you think?]

Dale's reply came quickly. [Sounds like a good idea. We're going to the gym after work with Ryan and Liam, I'll see if they wanna come round. Could you ask Nick and Corey?]

[No problem bro. Mind if Sam comes too?]

[That's fine. Thanks for this. See you later xx]

Warren put his phone down and tilted his head to the side, resting it against Sam's. "All sorted." he said happily. "Wanna come?"

"Yeah." Sam said happily. "You sure Josh won't mind me hanging around?"

"Of course, Josh loves you." Warren replied quickly.

"Just Josh?" Sam said, pulling his head away and pouting comically.

Warren giggled. "You know I love you too." He blushed. It wasn't the first time had said that to Sam, but as the first friend he had ever said it to, it still embarrassed him a little to say it aloud.

Sam gave Warren a quick hug then stood up. "Come on then. I skipped lunch to come cheer you up, so you can buy me some chips!"

Warren said nothing, he just laughed and followed Sam, texting Nick and Corey with his evening plans as he walked.

Dale was running on the treadmill, just entering his fourth mile when he saw Josh approaching him in the mirror. He cut his run short, hopping off and stopping the machine. "Hiya." he said happily, hugging Josh.

"Aargh, you're all sweaty!" Josh said, pushing him away, but letting his fingers hold onto his arm for just long enough to show his affection.

"Yeah, that's kinda the point. Not all of us come here just to hit on guys and play in the showers ya know!" Dale teased him back.

"Hey, that last time we were both playing in the showers!" Josh argued back, making Dale blush a little as he remembered the encounter Josh was referring to.

"You seem... better." Dale said, happily, immediately wondering whether mentioning the bad mood may have triggered its return. He nervously looked to Josh, preparing himself for both good or bad.

"Yeah... I am." Josh replied with a broad smile, much to Dale's relief.

"Oh, that's a shame, I'll cancel the plans for tonight then!" Dale said, turning to walk away, knowing that Josh's curiosity would get the better of him.

"Plans?" he asked, running after him.

"Yeah, Warren noticed you seemed down so he thought you might like it if we had a few of the guys over, ya know, to cheer you up. But if you're okay now, I guess I'll just cancel." Dale teased.

Josh jumped in front of him and put on a fake pout, his eyes big and watery. "No, I'm sad, see!"

Dale laughed and gently punched Josh's arm. "You tit." He kissed Josh on the cheek then added, "I'm gonna get back to my run. Catch ya later."

Josh looked round nervously. He was still a little wary of guy-on-guy action in public. He had been out for quite some time now, but it still seemed strange. He had yet to have any hassle for it thankfully. He should have known not to expect any of it at the gym though, the two of them had been going there together for over two years now and had never been secretive about their relationship. It probably helped that they were friends with Ryan and Liam, who nobody dared to mess with!

Speaking of Ryan and Liam, Josh saw the two of them working together across the room, bench-pressing an absurd amount of weight. He walked over to them, greeting Liam with a quick hug and nodding a greeting to Ryan who was laying on the bench, holding onto the bar above him.

"What's the deal?" Ryan said, then took the weight of the bar, lowering it and lifting it, adding a few more words between each lift. "Dale said we're... coming over to.... cheer you up!" He dropped the bar back into place, swivelled round and sat up, facing Josh. "Ya know, since you stopped dating girls, you've started turning into one yourself!" He got up and added some extra weights to the bar.

"Fuck you!" Josh laughed. Anyone listening in might have interpreted the exchange as aggressive, but Josh had long since learned that this was how Ryan communicated. If he bothered to insult you about something, then it was usually because he cared about it. "I was just.. having a bad day. I'm over it now." Josh said, smiling.

Ryan shrugged dismissively and lay back down onto the bench, but Liam looked a little closer. He could tell Josh's smile was completely superficial. While his lips turned up, his eyes remained unchanged, sad even. He caught Josh's attention and the two shared a silent exchange. Josh's eyes betrayed his sadness while Liam's conveyed his understanding – something was up but he didn't want to talk about it.

Liam sidled next to Josh, the shorter man's head only just reaching above Josh's shoulders. He raised an arm and placed his hand on Josh's back, rubbing gently. Josh mewed involuntarily at the comfort of the other man's touch, making Ryan look round at him questioningly, prompting Liam to pull his hand away. As Ryan shrugged and returned to the weights, Josh and Liam smirked at each other. There wasn't really any need to hide their closeness from Ryan. As much of a stereotypical jock as he appeared, they knew he understood how things were and wouldn't really have an issue with it. It was more about the excitement of having a secret, the danger of getting caught that prompted them to keep it hidden.

The only person who knew they fooled around together was Dale and that was because he was often involved along with them, the three occasionally sharing significantly more than a sneaky rub on the back.

"You look like you could use a shower!" Liam said quietly to Josh as Ryan began another set.

"No I only just got here. I..." Josh started, before seeing the twinkle in Liam's eye. He smiled in return. "Yeah, I should... probably hit the showers! See ya later guys." Ryan grunted a goodbye while Liam struggled to stifle another smirk.

As Josh headed back to the changing rooms, he caught Dale's eye. He gave him a cheeky smile before gesturing back towards Liam. Dale soon got the idea but waved and shook his head, indicating for Josh to go ahead without him. Josh smiled back and ran in.

A few minutes later, he was stripped naked and stood under the hot stream of the shower. The water felt great, but he was craving slightly more erotic feelings than warm water and eagerly stood waiting for Liam. His cock was already rigid before he heard the quiet knock on the cubicle door, Josh's fairly distinct orange towel hung over the top of it as a signal for Liam.

As he opened the door, Liam took a quick look around and then dashed in to join him. It wasn't the biggest cubicle, especially as neither of them were particularly small guys. Liam closed and locked the door behind him then turned. Josh's earlier look of sadness had now been completely consumed by lust. He lunged forward, knocking Liam back against the door as he buried his mouth into the man's neck. Liam gasped at the ferocity of the manoeuvre before raising his hands onto Josh's sides, sliding them slowly down and round until he cupped his buttocks.

Josh's hands slid between them as he continued kissing and licking Liam's neck, revelling in how different the young man's body felt. While Dale was nicely toned and pleasantly hairy, and Warren was smooth, flat flawlessness from head to toe, Liam was a marvel of muscle with his perfect pecs and clearly defined abs, all of it covered in a light stubble, the body hair starting to grow back from his usual waxing.

Liam finally managed to push Josh back, their eyes meeting as he stepped back. He knew what Josh wanted and for once he decided to let him have it. Liam had lost count of how many times they had been together now, but could probably count on one hand the number of times the two had kissed. Their encounters had always been about physical needs and desires rather than romantic intent. Liam didn't want to date Josh, he just wanted to fuck him, an arrangement that happily suited them both. As such, Liam always avoided kissing. It wasn't something they ever spoke about, it's just the way it was, the way they had gotten used to, but now Josh's eyes were pleading for it and Liam was helpless to resist, so he nodded his head ever-so-slightly.

Josh moved forward again, gentler this time, not knocking Liam back at all as his arms stretched round the shorter man. Tilting his head down, Liam returned the gesture, looking upwards as their lips met. Their hands continued exploring each other as their lips pressed together, gently at first, keeping in tone with the softness of their kiss. As the minutes went by, the intensity of their embrace increased, their hands keeping up with the strength of it, moving from soft strokes to desperate clawing.

Panting loudly and really not caring who might overhear them, Josh pulled out of the kiss and demanded , "Fuck me... hard!"

That was exactly what Liam was waiting to hear. Josh turned, leaning against the wall with the shower head and spreading his legs, partly to expose his hole and partly to lower it for the shorter man to reach. The warm jet of water pummelled his skin, running in heavy rivulets down his back, teasing his hole with its heat.

Liam reached across and pumped some shower gel from the dispenser on the wall into the hand and used to lubricate first himself and then Josh, quickly pushing one finger in, followed by two then three.

Josh's arms were crossed, pressed against the wall with his head resting on them. He moaned quietly but happily as he felt the digits penetrate him, followed soon after by six thick inches of cock. As requested, Liam wasted no time in fucking him hard and fast. His big, low-hanging balls swinging forward against Josh's own with each thrust.

"Harder!" Josh snarled, turning back to look at Liam.

Again Liam complied, ramming against Josh's rear as hard as he could, pushing himself as deep inside as possible with each pump. Josh's entire body jumped every time Liam slammed against him, he moaned into his arms, head pressed firmly against the tiled wall.

He felt the rapidly-moving cock twitch as his insides filled with warmth, but the thrusting continued for several seconds afterwards until Liam could take no more and pulled out, collapsing against Josh's back, gasping for breath. He reached round, holding the taller man in a hug as the water splashed around his head.

Josh remained motionless until he caught his breath, then stood up straight and swivelled, his slippery, wet body allowing him to easily turn with Liam's arms still around him. He returned the hug for a few seconds, tilting his head down to rest on the top of Liam's before they simultaneously let go.

Liam reached up, placed a hand on Josh's cheek the stood on tiptoes to plant a quick peck on his lips. "I'm here if you wanna talk!"

Josh smiled down at him. "Thanks." he replied quietly.

Liam left the cubicle first, followed ten seconds later by Josh. Their separate leaving was unnecessary really as the changing room was virtually empty. Even if it hadn't been, they had been far from quiet and any prospect of discretion had been completely shattered by their noisy fuck.

They chatted as they dried off and dressed, the conversation completely normal guy stuff. 'What happens in the shower stays in the shower!' Liam thought to himself, holding back a smile. Josh seemed a lot more relaxed after their session, but he wondered how long it would last. He was glad he was spending the evening with him as it would allow him to keep an eye on the troubled young man.

Once they were dressed, they headed out of the changing room, just as Ryan was heading in, shortly followed by Dale. They waited near the exit until the other two finished in the changing room, the two of them joking about the prospect of Ryan and Dale doing what they had just done, but knowing it would never happen.

Liam and Ryan walked together as they left, leaving Dale walking alongside Josh. "So who's actually coming over tonight?" Josh asked as they walked.

"These guys." Dale said, pointing to Ryan and Liam. "Warren, Nick, Corey." Josh smiled at the mention of each of the names. "Oh, and James."

"Oh." Josh said, his face dropping.

Dale sighed. "I don't see what your problem is with him!"

Josh shook his head. "I haven't got a problem with him, he just doesn't like me!"

"Oh it's all in your head! Dale insisted. "Besides, I haven't seen him since before Christmas so it'll be nice to catch up. So be nice!"

"I'll be nice when he is!" Josh said back moodily.

Warren and Sam were already there when Josh got home. As he walked in, he saw Sam first. The boy was sitting on the sofa while Warren lay on it, his head resting on Sam's lap. They both smiled at Josh as he entered. "Hello people who don't live here!" he said through his smile. "Ya know, we gave you that key for emergencies!"

"This was an emergency." Warren said, sitting up. "I wanted a blow job and we would have got arrested if we'd done it out on the street!" He sniggered.

"You wish, gay boy!" Sam said, nudging Warren so hard he slipped off the sofa.

Josh couldn't be mad at the boys as he laughed at their antics. There were more greetings as the other three followed Josh inside. They had all met before, although Sam had only met Ryan and Liam a few times, so Dale discretely reminded him of their names and vice versa.

Nick arrived a short time later, with Corey following behind. The youngest McKenzie brother made his usual loud entrance, virtually demanding that all activity stop to acknowledge his presence. Josh watched Corey contemplatively as he made his way round the room, hijacking every conversation.

For some reason, his mind rushed back to that day at Benny's house, the first day he had got involved in their activities. He had been shocked to see the boy there, laying naked on the floor, impaled on Dale's cock. He had flipped out completely, almost bringing Benny's games to an end. In hindsight, he probably should have, but he had allowed it to continue at Corey's insistence. That was the first day Josh had seen the his youngest brother as a young man, rather than a little boy.

He had still been so small back then though, the 'little' brother in every sense of the word. That was definitely not the case now. At fourteen, and just months away from turning fifteen, he seemed to grow an inch every night. Already closing in on Josh and Nick's height, he was close to six foot tall now. The sports he loved, particularly football, had him bulking up quite quickly too, his build much like Josh's had been at that age. It still surprised Josh how different Corey looked to himself, especially considering Nick's uncanny likeness. His hair was an almost-yellow blonde, cut short mainly to avoid it getting in his eyes while playing football. The tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, overly-confident football payer, he was going to break hearts – a lot of them!

"Hey bro." Corey finally said, having made his way around everyone else in the room. He gave him a tight hug.

The things they had done with Benny had brought Josh closer to both his brothers but in very different ways. Josh and Nick still messed around together sexually, sometimes alone, sometimes with Warren or Dale, occasionally with both. That sort of thing had stopped with Corey almost as soon as the stuff with Benny had ended, the younger boy happily settling into his heterosexuality. Sometimes Josh felt guilty for letting Corey get involved, especially as he eventually came to find out that the boy had done it mainly be close to him and Nick, rather than any sexual desires.

Without the physical closeness Josh shared with Nick, his closeness with Corey came purely from their openness and sharing. Corey told him everything. Every crush, every problem, every good part of his days. Whenever Josh spent time with his youngest brother, it reassured him that the events of that Summer had, on the balance of things, been beneficial. In a way, that was why having Corey there made him feel better than any of the sexual liaisons he had enjoyed during the day.

"Hey bro, good to see you." Josh said back as the hug parted.

Corey gave him an inquisitive look, tilting his head to the side and analysing his big brother. The closeness worked both ways, but without the need for Josh to really share that much. The boy was insightful, scarily so at times, almost being able to read Josh's mind. His psychic abilities emerged once again. "Forget him and enjoy this." he gestured to the room full of friends.

Josh laughed at the boy's comments. In two seconds, with just five words, he had cut through all the crap racing through Josh's mind and gotten straight to the point and, more importantly, the solution. Still laughing, he pulled the boy back into a hug. "Love you, Cor."

The younger sibling pulled away, flashed him a cheeky smile and replied, "Yeah, I don't blame you!"

James had been last to arrive and had quickly joined in the lively conversations and drinking with the other guys in attendance. Josh had steered clear of him for most of the night, save for a slightly frosty greeting on his arrival.

The evening was starting to wind down now and the others had been right, it was exactly what Josh had needed. Liam and Ryan had been first to leave, having the furthest to travel home. When it neared Corey's curfew time, Nick, Warren and Sam decided it was probably a good idea to leave at as well.

Josh was in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink when he suddenly found himself surrounded by the four boys, all bidding him hurried farewells before he really even had a chance to react. Nick was most entertaining. Being the oldest at seventeen, he was the only one of the four boys who Josh had allowed to have alcohol but he wasn't really used to it yet and was acting a little tipsy after a single drink. Once they had said their goodbyes and filed out, Dale walked in, putting on his coat.

"I'm gonna run them all home." he explained, kissing Josh on the cheek.

"Okay, is everyone else gone?" Josh asked as Dale started walking away.

"No, James is still here." Dale said with a slightly cruel grin.

"Ah, why?" Josh complained.

"I haven't had much chance to catch up with him, so he's gonna stay a bit later so we can spend some time together when I get back. Besides, this might give you a chance to get to know him better." Dale said, then turned and left.

Josh downed his drink as he heard the boys shouting goodbye again before pouring himself another one. Reluctantly he walked out of the kitchen and saw James sat alone on the sofa. He considered sitting on one of the big armchairs opposite, but figured it would be slightly less awkward if they weren't stuck staring at each other and sat at the other end of the sofa instead. James raised his eyebrows and smiled politely as he saw Josh approach, then grabbed his own drink from the coffee table and took a big gulp.

Josh sighed heavily. His day had started so crappy but then gotten so much better but was now sliding downhill once again and he wasn't going to let that happen. "What's your problem?" Josh asked, a lot more bluntly than he had intended it to sound.

James looked round at him, shocked and looking more than a little annoyed. "I don't... have a problem! Do you?" he snapped back.

"Yeah. You." Josh replied, already regretting his alcohol-fuelled honesty. "Ever since I started dating Dale, you seem to have gone out of your way be a total dick to me!"

James' jaw dropped, his eyes narrowing to angry slits. "I'VE been a dick to YOU? Oh of course, it's about you, it's all about Josh, isn't it!" he shouted back.

"What?" Josh said softly, the response not quite what he expected.

"Oblivious as ever!" James sneered.

"What?" Josh repeated, his expression changing from anger to confusion.

James shook his head. "Dale meets you and suddenly everything's 'Josh this' and 'Josh that', no time for me any more!" he said, voice still raised, probably revealing more of his issue than he realised.

"I didn't..." Josh started to argue back, before realising what he had really said. "Wait... you're jealous?"

"Oh fuck you!" James snapped, standing up with the intention of walking away.

Josh stood and blocked his way. "No, sorry, I don't mean that like a bad thing." he said, his expression softening. "You think... I took him away from you?"

"I don't think it, I know it. We used to do everything together, then you come along and I see him once a month if I'm lucky!" James said, his voice growing quieter, despite the obvious anger still seething within him. He dropped back down onto the sofa.

"Do you... like Dale?" Josh asked gingerly, sitting down next to him.

"No!" James snapped. "He's just a friend. He was..." his voice trailed off.

"Your best friend?" Josh asked, finally catching on.

James stared him straight in the eye, nodded slightly then turned away as a tear pooled in the corner of his eye. Josh felt a sudden wave of empathy for James. He had spent two years with completely the wrong idea about him.

"We used to do everything together." he repeated.

"Yeah, I know." Josh said with a devilish grin, remembering what Warren had once told him about seeing Dale and James messing around together.

James immediately caught on to the intimation in Josh's reply, anger returning to his face, but this time diluted by embarrassment. "He told you?" James asked.

"Nah, he's never said a word." Josh replied, smiling even more at the young man's obvious embarrassment. "Warren... saw you!"

"That little fucker!" James muttered.

Josh stayed silent for a moment, letting the awkwardness linger intentionally. "So is that one of the main things you miss?"

"No." James snapped, still angry, but as he looked at Josh's face, the frown faded and he burst into laughter. Josh joined him, the laughter draining the tension between them. "Well, maybe a bit."

"I didn't know you were one of us." Josh said, grinning.

James nudged him. "I'm not." He shrugged, then leaned forward in the seat, placing his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands. "It's just... I really enjoyed messing around with him. He was the first person I ever... did things with. Do you have, like, a first guy you fooled around with?"

Josh's mouth flapped as he tried to reply. What could he really say to that without opening a whole can of worms he had spent all day trying to keep tightly closed. Eventually he just managed a sympathetic, "I know what you mean."

"I'm not even saying I wanna do that stuff, we never planned it, it always just kinda happened. I miss just hanging with him in a way where stuff like that has the option to happen. Oh God, I'm talking total bollocks. I'm not in love with your boyfriend if that's what you're thinking." James rambled nervously.

"But you wouldn't mind a quick hand job from him?" Josh laughed.

James blushed heavily.

"Let's... try something." Josh said cryptically. He reached out and took hold of James' shoulder, gently pushing him back so he he relaxed back into the sofa cushions. "Close your eyes."

James did as he was told, then felt Josh move closer, his lips coming so close to his ear that he could feel the other man's breath.

"Imagine I'm Dale. So, when you fooled around, what would he do?" Josh whispered.

James gulped nervously. "Well, first he'd just stroke my chest through my shirt, I always liked that." he explained. As he said it, he felt Josh copying the actions he described. He gasped at the realisation of what was happening, but kept his eyes closed, an image of Dale fixed in his mind.

"And then?" Josh asked quietly as he caressed the young man's firm chest.

"Then he'd..." James stuttered, his breath quivering. "He'd kiss my neck." Josh's lips were there, so gently he barely felt them. James' entire body shuddered as a million butterflies fluttered in his stomach. "Then he'd take off my shirt and... and kiss my chest."

Josh reached down and James leaned forward a little, allowing Josh to pull his shirt off over his head. He relaxed back again as he felt first fingers and then lips on his chest. Josh marvelled again at another body so different from the rest he had experienced that day. He was as slim and toned as Warren, but with a few more years of maturity. The most distinguishing feature was the smatterring of freckles starting on his shoulders, spreading down his arms and chest. He was whimpering with pleasure at Josh's touch.

"What next?" Josh asked in a whisper, releasing a nipple from between his pursed lips.

"He would... slide his hand... down." That was all he could manage to say, but Josh got the idea.

Until then, Josh's attention had been focussed above the waist, but with the instruction he looked down. James was very obviously rigid, a massive bulge snaking down his leg. 'Warren wasn't kidding, he's hung!' Josh thought, remembering the other detail Warren had mentioned when revealing Dale and James' history to him.

He slid his hand down over James' stomach, playfully stroking the thin trail of ginger-blond hair beneath his navel. He followed the line of hair down, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, finding a small soft bush beneath his fingers. His exploring hand continued past the hair, soon sliding down warm, hard flesh.

"Oh God!" James called out as he felt Josh's hand touching his shaft. "And then... and then." he gasped.

"Shh." Josh whispered. "I know what's next." He planted a gentle kiss on the quivering man's stomach before reaching down with his other hand to undo the jeans. Using both hands, he pulled at them along with the underwear. James raised himself off the sofa to allow Josh to slide them down to his knees.

His huge cock swung free, hitting his stomach with an audible slap. Returning to kiss James' neck, he took hold of the monstrous meat with one hand and stroked it slowly. It took no more than a dozen strokes before the smooth heavy balls contracted and the huge dick twitched in excitement.

"Dale!" James moaned.

He was more of a dribbler than a shooter, but it was one hell of a load. Thick white spurts kept oozing out, pooling first in the navel before overflowing and dribbling down towards his bush as his chest heaved breathlessly.

Josh finally let go, reluctantly, of the huge penis and sat back on the sofa, resting his hands behind his head.

James' eyes were remained closed as he caught his breath. Suddenly coming back to reality, he felt extremely exposed as he sat there mostly naked, wet from his own cum. "Oh God." he muttered, grabbing for his shirt but Josh stopped him.

"Relax, let me grab you something to clean up first." Josh said with a smile as he got up and headed to the bathroom.

Once James was cleaned up and fully dressed again, he sat quietly on the sofa again, looking more than a little embarrassed. "So, is that like what you used to do?"

James nodded, then added, "Well almost, sometimes I jerked him off in return." Any need for secrecy or discretion had long disappeared, so he shared the fact without hesitation. He quickly realised the way Josh might have interpreted it and turned to him. "That's... that's not an offer!"

Josh laughed, rocking forward in his seat. "You're so cute!" Josh said through his laughter, meant as a comment of endearment rather than any kind of flirtation.

"Fuck off." James said, blushing and avoiding eye contact, but smiling reluctantly.

Josh stopped laughing and sat back again. He stared at James and waited patiently for the young man to look back at him. "I'm sorry." he said frankly. "I didn't mean to do it, but I guess you're right, I did... kinda steal him away from you." He paused for a moment, considering the situation. "Look, you mean a lot to him and I can see how much he means to you too. I'm gonna make sure he gets to see a bit more of you from now on. Whadda you say?"

James smiled and almost welled up again. "That'd be great. Thank you."

"He'll be back soon. I should probably leave you two to catch up." Josh said, starting to move away until he felt a hand grab his own.

"Don't." James said quietly. "Don't leave. I think... I need to get to know you a bit better too." As he smiled, he noticed he was still holding Josh's hand and let go of it, his blushing returning quickly.

Josh laughed again. "I'm gonna hug you now." he said, leaning towards James.

"Okay." James said happily, leaning in to meet him.

As Dale lay in bed, he turned over to see Josh laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, exactly as he had that morning. This time though, his stare was accompanied by a broad smile.

"You okay?" Dale asked.

Josh turned to look at his boyfriend. "I'm... fantastic!" His happiness was so obvious it was almost radiating off of him in waves.

"Good, I like seeing you happy." Dale replied sincerely. "And you and James seem... better!?"

"Yeah, we.. talked about a few things. He misses you. A lot." Josh explained.

"He said that?" Dale asked, the affection apparent in his voice. When Josh nodded, he added, "I need to spend more time with him!"

"I'm glad you think that, cos I already told him you would be!" Josh said cheekily.

"You," Dale said, placing a hand on Josh's chest, rubbing it gently, "are amazing."

"You're not wrong!" Josh replied smugly, prompting a punch in his arm from Dale.

Benny lay in his bed, the events of the day running through his head. He had spent so long building up to that moment, when he would finally venture out on his own and now it had happened. So many questions ran through his head. Why had he done it? How were his parents taking it? Would everything continue going as well as it had up until then? Had he made the right decision?

Unable to get to sleep with his mind racing, he got up and walked out of his bedroom. There were still several lights on throughout the house. He leaned on the railing overlooking the main reception area.

A man emerged from one of the downstairs doors and headed across the wide marble floor. He looked up as he walked and noticed Benny stood there. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at the boy nervously. "G... good evening, Sir!"

"Good evening." he replied flatly. "Carry on." he instructed. 'Did I make the right decision?' he asked himself again.

The man ran off quickly. As he reached a door and opened it, a loud scream came from inside, cutting off as the door was pulled closed. Benny's lips curled up into a smile. "Definitely the right decision." he said to himself quietly, before returning to bed.