Benedict's Bulging Briefs, Chapter 2
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and not intended for minors or those judged unable by law to read this material. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental and unintended.
This edition has been slightly revised. Enjoy!
Ben entered the bathroom and locked the door. He had already thrown his School blazer on his bed and so standing there in the remains of his school uniform he pulled Simon's red jockey briefs from his trouser pocket and lifted them to his face, positioning the crotch at his mouth and nose. The boy exhaled a couple of times into the briefs - experimentation had shown that when warmed they released more `flavour'.
Ben was a regular visitor to Simon's house and had long used the excuse of visiting the bathroom there to pillage the family laundry basket and wank off using Simon's briefs. About a year ago he had risked removing a pair for a couple of days so he could take them home and give them the attention they deserved. He had not noticed any problems and didn't believe anyone had noticed. Since then he had removed and returned a pair on a regular basis (his knowledge of the Jones' household laundry routine belied belief) and occasionally he wore a pair of the stolen briefs to school, though never when PE was scheduled. The only difficulty this caused him was that he remained horny all day and he seemed to possess a perpetual semi-hardon as he walked and chatted with Simon while wearing his friend's briefs. This was as close as he had so far got to Simon's cock and, while he wanted more, he was also deeply satisfied. Although he didn't like to admit it even to himself -- for how could the incomparable Simon be bettered at anything? -- The boxers of Simon's younger brother Luke, who had just turned 16 and who was in Year 11, were in many ways even better. Luke's boxers were really strong and held a tanginess that Simon's didn't have and, so it was, that a pair of Luke's underwear would often disappear briefly from the laundry basket too. Fortunately for Ben, Luke seemed to be in the process of changing his underwear. The boxers were gradually being replaced with boxer briefs and this was very much to Ben's taste. He felt they looked sexier and, even hotter, because as they hugged closer and tighter to the boy, they held a stronger flavour for longer.
As Ben inhaled the musk of the boy he loved and gently licked the pouch that held that which he most desired his mind raced with the images of his first sexual encounter with Nick. The smell and taste were indescribable, better than he had dreamed. The feel of Nick's mouth on his cock had driven Ben wild! Ben replayed the scene, seemingly frame by frame, his sharp mind, analysing and cataloguing sounds and smells, touch and taste. He removed the briefs from his face and pushing his right hand inside them he stroked his nipples through the briefs and his white cotton school shirt. Facing the large bathroom mirror he continued to rub his nips and slim chest with the briefs while unbuttoning his shirt to get at the smooth skin beneath. His shirt was tugged from his trousers and fell open like a petal, while his silky school tie, which still hung around his neck, was caught up with the briefs and added to the stimulation on his nipples. Gradually he moved lower, gently stroking all the way, over the faint outline of his blossoming 6-pack and through the golden trail of the wispy hair that headed south from his navel, until his hand and briefs reached his trousers.
A look in the mirror revealed the small milk chocolate nipples were proud and erect, as was his cock, which bulged and distended the front of the shiny black trousers. Benedict slowly worked his was down to that bulge, stroking his thick cock, feeling cotton on cotton, pinching and pulling, arranging his cock so that it was outlined in the trousers. His hand continued to his balls, kneading them in their cotton prison, and lovingly he caressed his inner thighs before moving his hand round to his ass. The feel of the hand and briefs on his cheeks, caressing his buns, reminded him of Nick. He felt the sting of Nick's nails as they had bit deep into the flesh while he had emptied his hot load down his friend's throat. Such a stimulus roused him to action and he slowly unzipped his flies and peeled back his trousers. Looking through the mirror he saw his white CK briefs, still damp and clingy from his cum and Nick's saliva, sprouting his clearly defined boymeat through the moist, almost transparent, material.
The white briefs stood etched by the coal black trousers and contrasted sharply with the red briefs poised to stimulate the pouch. Before moving on to his demanding cock in all its translucent tumescence Ben paused and decided to seek maximum pleasure from the moment. He moved over to his own family laundry basket and, opening the wicker lid, he soon found what he sought -- a pair of short white and blue patterned boxers that belonged to his 14 year old brother, Dominic, and which had been worn only yesterday.
Dominic, who was in Year 10, was still enduring the havoc of puberty. He was a slim very boyish figure of only 5'4" and was blond, though lighter, and blue eyed like his older brother. Ben harboured mixed emotions about his brother, although the two got along well, he felt guilty about his feelings for his brother and yet was proud that Dom looked so sexy too. Since the summer family holiday, and the sight of Dom in his Speedo's at the beach had revealed that Dominic was definitely on his way to becoming a man, Ben had developed a taste for his brother's underwear too. Ben thrust his brother's boxer shorts into his face and soon, warmed by the close contact, the day old juices gave off their fresh savoury aroma. His nostrils were filled with the sex of his brother and his tongue lapped greedily at the stored juices. Drooling over the boxers Ben began to massage his cock with Simon's briefs. Dragging cotton across damp cotton soon caused heat and friction and his cock was now leaking precum in copious quantities, filling the briefs, and adding further lubrication. Ben slid his brief covered hand into his Calvin's and grabbing his shaft began wanking vigorously.
The feel of Simon's briefs on his cotton clad cock, the taste of Dominic in his mouth, and memories of sex with Nick, soon sent Ben into orgasm and he sprayed his briefs with lashings of hot boycream. As the climax subsided Ben's left hand squeezed the tip of his penis and hot young semen oozed out of the sodden Calvin's, passing through the cotton and pooling on his fingers. He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers dry before standing there dishevelled and exhausted. Ben threw Dom's now sodden boxers back into the laundry basket and releasing Simon's briefs, stepped out of his trousers. The trousers were put to one side and his Calvin's removed. Ben wiped his cock down with his Calvin's (he would wash them later so that his mother wouldn't notice), took a quick piss and gathered up his clothes before making a dash for his bedroom.
The boy changed quickly into an old pair of white briefs, White T, blue trackies and white socks and stopped to examine Simon's jockey's. The red briefs, which had been wrapped around his cock inside his CK's, were soaking wet with cum. Ben decided to wash them, wear then tomorrow himself and then slip them later that same evening into the Jones' laundry. Ben settled down to his homework. There wasn't too much, thank god, for he found concentration difficult. He had his evening meal with the family and went over to Simon's house as previously arranged. The pair of lads chatted and gossiped about who, this `n that and messed around on Simon's Playstation. It transpired that Simon's mum and dad had decided on a visit to London for the weekend and so the family would be away from Friday evening until late Sunday. Time passed quickly and soon Ben was tucked up in his own bed reflecting on an amazing day. He made a mental note to put on Simon's briefs tomorrow; they were drying on his radiator, having been washed in the bathroom sink earlier along with his CK's. He also decided that he would use the weekend to visit the local out of town shopping centre and purchase for himself a new pair of footie shorts. He would reserve them for wanking with, for he loved the feel of nylon on his cock and he loved to cum in them too.
Ben went to school the next day, in Simon's briefs, and all passed without incident. He was disappointed not to bump in to Nick Travers though he kept an eye out for him all day. While walking home with Simon he stopped off at Simon's house and, using the bathroom, stripped off the red jockeys, worn and presentable, and plunged them to the bottom of the laundry basket. He soon made his excuses and returned home needing a wank - his cock having been stimulated by swinging loose in his school trousers. The following day, a Friday, was run of the mill, though he spied Nick briefly going into another class. Nick gave him a quick grin and winked as he showed a thumbs up.
Saturday saw a lazy start before Ben surfaced and got ready to head off to the shopping centre. Ben chose a white polo T-shirt and cream straight- legged Levi's with white socks and brown Kickers. He also chose his favourite blue and fawn Kickers sweater which was a recent buy and decided on an old worn and well loved pair of white M&S cotton briefs which were really too tight. Even limp his cock bulged obscenely in them. He applied a little gel to his hair and combed it forward a la Michael Owen. "Not too shabby," he thought, and feeling good about himself and the world in general, though, as always, wondering what Simon was up to, he headed off to the shops.
Benedict wandered round the large shopping centre, checking out the lads and looking through the shops, especially at technology and clothes. He particularly admired the photos of some hot new hunk that were on the packets of HOM underwear and lingered briefly before moving on. He eventually found his way into one of the large sports shops and headed off to look at footie kit. Ben had been toying with the idea of having a special set of shorts for wanking for sometime and Wednesday's experiences had finally tipped the scales. The only matter that had yet to be decided was the colour? After looking through a large range, and feeling every one of them too, Ben had come down to a choice of two. Either red Liverpool FC shorts in honour of Michael Owen or white MUFC shorts in honour of David Beckham. While he thought Owen the hotter of the two he decided that white would be best for him, especially once they got a little trashy! He took the shorts over to the counter and was lost in making his purchase, and eyeing up the cute teen that was serving him when someone appeared at the corner of his eye.
"Hi, Ben" said a young voice.
"Oh, hi Chris," said Ben, turning to see Christopher Morgan, a lad from his own school.
Chris was in Year 11 so was either 15 or 16, Ben didn't know which, but he sure had noticed him before now. Chris was around 5'11", and real hunky looking with dark brown hair and eyes and rosy red cheeks. His hair was parted in the middle and flopped down over his forehead and into his eyes. Chris was always flicking back his head to rearrange his mane and Ben thought this incredibly sexy for some reason or another. Chris was on the school swim team and had a long lithe body, not at all bulky, and possessed limbs that looked as though they were made of steel Ben remembered from a previous school swim meet he had attended. In particular his bum seemed to defy gravity; he had an ass like a cherry on springs.
"What you buying then?" asked Chris, looking at the bag being passed over the counter to Ben.
"Oh just some Man U Shorts," replied Ben, "Home kit."
"Cool," said Chris, "gonna get some trackies myself, wanna help me choose?"
"Sure, why not" said Ben feeling pleased about this unexpected pleasure.
Ben didn't know Chris at all well, he was after all two years below him, but they had spoken a few times before and Ben had a favourable impression of the lad, though Chris often seem a bit tongue tied talking to him. Certainly, he had jacked off thinking about Chris a few times and the thought of choosing trackies for him to wear sent a litter shudder through his cock to his balls. Chris was wearing a dark blue Kangol jacket with a light blue Adidas top, blue jeans, and mainly white trainers. The two boys headed off to look at tracksuit bottoms and were soon rifling their way through the selection available.
"I think tearaways with poppers are the best. What do you think?" asked Ben.
"Yeah," said Chris "they look cool. What about these?" as he held up a pair of dark blue Adidas trackies with yellow piping and buttons.
"Definitely" said Ben, thinking how good Chris would look in them.
Ben thought trackies were great, he had 3 pairs himself, and loved the way the clung to the ass (particularly if they showed a line of briefs running underneath) and to cocks as well. The only problem with them was they didn't hide boners too well, though on second thoughts, that didn't seem too much of a problem after all. Chris decided that he would buy the trackies and went over to the counter to purchase them. Ben followed. Emerging from the shop Ben, on impulse, asked Chris if he fancied a burger. Chris agreed and the two went off to McDonald's to eat. The two boys chatted easily,
"Perhaps," thought Ben, "he's more nervous at school?"
It emerged that Chris, who was 16, wasn't yet sure what he wanted to do, though he was definitely going up into the 6th Form. The two lads discovered common interests in music, books, and both were avid film fans too, especially of sci-fi. After finishing their food Chris suggested that Ben come round with him to his house, his mum and dad were away for the day and his sister was at university. They could play on Chris' N64 or just doss watching a vid. Ben readily agreed.
The two lads took the bus to Chris' home and entering the house headed to the kitchen, Chris throwing his jacket onto the bottom of the stairs.
"You'll have to take your shoes off. Sorry, Mum `n all that," said Chris.
Ben laughed, throwing off his shoes and sweater "Mine's the same too."
The two teens each chose a coke from the fridge and headed off up to Chris' bedroom.
"Nice," said Ben, looking at the room as Chris led the way dropping his bag with the trackies to the floor.
It held a bed, desk, TV, and a large filled bookcase, as well as a chest of drawers and wardrobe. What particularly caught the eye however, were all the football posters. There were loads of pictures of players, especially Owen and Beckham, though Giggs was obviously a favourite too. Ben also took in the large picture of Johhny Rico from Starship Troopers' and Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic'.
"Thanks," said Chris "though I think I'm getting passed the poster stage now."
"No, it looks fine," said Ben, thinking of his brother's room, which was also full of footie posters, and how when home alone he sometimes slipped into the room and wanked looking at all the pics.
"You can crash out on the bed," said Chris who slumped into the chair at his desk.
Ben sat on the side of the bed and leaning back propped his head against the wall -- in Beckham's celluloid groin if he remembered correctly.
"Right," said Chris, "I'll try on my trackies and you can give me your opinion. If they're not right I can always take `em back."
Ben's cock, which to this point had behaved itself, almost went instantly rigid at the thought of it.
"Sounds good to me. Let's see what you've got to offer," replied Ben, he was already much more confident after the experience with Nick on Wednesday than previously, and if this hot young stud wanted to play then Ben was definitely not going to miss the boat.
"However, lets go easy and wait and see" he told himself hopefully, "I could be reading this all wrong."
Ben was glad he had chosen a pair of tight briefs as his cock was like rock already and, splayed out as he was on the bed, he was conscious that Chris could get a good look at his basket. Although bulging, the telltale shaft could not break free to protrude along towards his thigh. Chris casually unzipped his jeans and rolled the denim down his smooth thighs bending forward as he did. He stepped out of the jeans to reveal two long legs lightly furred as they approached the top of the thighs, they seemed to glow in the sun that was streaming through the window. The light blue Adidas T hung limp and wrinkled at the bottom edge but it did not entirely cover the fact that Chris was wearing a pair of skimpy, light pale green briefs. The cup of the balls was discernible before the T covered the rest. Chris seemed to hesitate briefly and looked at Ben, smiling, as though seeking a sign, reassurance perhaps? Chris turned to the bag containing the trackies behind him on the floor and bent over to pick them up. Ben hadn't believed his cock could possibly get any harder until he was presented with the sight of Chris' fantastic ass clad in skimpy green cotton that was stretched tight across the cheeks. The darkness of Chris' crack was a sharp contrast to the sea of shiny green and Ben knew at that moment that one way or another he had to get his hands on this boy.
Standing Chris extracted the trackies from the bag and turned to face Ben again. Again he smiled, somewhat nervously, and stopped to pull the trackies over his feet, one foot at a time. He then slipped them up over his thighs and stuffed his T into them.
"Well?" demanded Chris.
"They look great on you," said Ben, meaning every word.
The light blue top complimented the dark blue and yellow of the trackies and the white socks Chris was wearing, helped too. Chris flicked back his hair, which had fallen over his eyes, running his hands through his locks and, turning, preened himself at his mirror. He pulled and tugged at his trackies, ran a hand over the smooth ass and, Ben almost swooned, adjusted his cock. "Is that bulging more than before or is it just me?" wondered Ben. Admiring the view and letting his mind race ahead to all sorts of scenarios Ben was pulled up short by Chris' next words.
"Right then, lets see you in your shorts. Fair's fair!" said Chris, as he sat down in his chair by the desk.
Ben stuttered, "Err, okay, em sure, hang on" and he paused on the bed willing his cock to subside.
The shock helped and his cock was now semi-hard though it didn't seem to want to die down any more. "Okay," he told himself, "this is just like the school changing room," though he knew in his heart of hearts that the risk was nowhere near the same and the opportunities were far greater.
Chris laughed and Ben pushing himself up, sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. He pulled down the zip and lifting himself slightly off the bed he eased the jeans down over his thighs. Sitting down on the bed he pushed the jeans down to the floor and up over his feet. Conscious of his less than dormant cock he thanked God again that he was wearing tight briefs and reached across the bed to the bag containing his new shorts. A quick glance at Chris revealed an encouraging nod and smile. Ben extracted the new shorts, all shiny and fresh, and popped them over his feet. He then took hold of the shorts and standing hoisted them up his legs. Tucking in his white T, Ben paused to admire the feeling and look of the shorts and he imitated Chris in going over to the mirror to preen himself.
Standing at the mirror meant being pretty close to Chris, about 2 feet in front of him in fact. Chris appeared to make no effort to move. Ben was sure he was not imagining the mounting tension in the air and the feeling of expectation. A quick glance down into Chris' groin certainly seemed to promise something, the trackies seemed to be bulging where they should be; though Chris being sat down made it difficult to judge. The shorts looked good thought Ben, peering at him-self in the mirror, when he suddenly realised that Chris had not passed comment.
"So what you think Chris?" asked Ben.
"Great, better than Beck's I'd say" replied Chris.
Ben would have sworn that his cock bucked in his briefs at that, certainly he was getting hard again, and fast.
"Wish!" was all he managed to say; was it too much? He checked himself in the mirror, the shorts were pretty filmy (he had noticed that on TV you could see the Man U players wearing white briefs, or whatever, under them -- and several of them looked damn hot) and, while not too bad, evidence of his arousal was discernible. He glanced again at Chris who was still grinning, though he licked his lips nervously as he spoke,
"Wanna get those scissors?" he said pointing at the desk.
"Err, sure" replied Ben who picked up the scissors which were sat on the desktop in a tray with pens `n things.
"Right," said Chris, getting up from his chair, "perhaps you could help me out and cut the price tags off."
"Okay," replied Ben realising where this was going to end - "He couldn't be wrong, surely? The signs all seemed there," he thought.
"Where do I start?" asked Ben.
"Here" said Chris fingering a price tag growing out of the left pocket of his trackies. Ben dropped to one knee and took hold of the tag, which was threaded through the end of the pocket, and cut it. While doing this he was aware that there definitely was a bulge in Chris' trackies and it was heading left. He was also aware of that indescribable smell of `newness' being given off by the clothing and something of the smell of Chris too, all kind of smoky and sweet.
"Don't forget to get the bit inside" proffered Chris.
"I hadn't" said Ben, as he inserted his right hand into the left pocket of Chris' trackies searching for a small piece of plastic thread and "found it" he thought as his finger tips brushed against the tip of Chris' penis.
Chris seemed to sway slightly and Ben felt Chris' body tense. Heat, heat was another thing he was suddenly aware of. Heat emanating from both boy's bodies and especially the organ nearest to his right fingertips. The polycotton/nylon mix of the trackies was incredibly sensitive under his finger pads and he could discern the comparative roughness of the briefs underneath and the ridge of Chris' helmet.
All this took moments; time was surely standing still? His fingers suddenly felt the small piece of plastic he had been `searching' for.
"Got it," said Ben, and leaving his hand in the pocket he looked up to
Chris, smiled, and asked, "Anymore?"
Chris cleared his throat "Urr, at the back, on the label."
Ben shifted himself round a little to Chris' arse and reluctantly removed his hand from the warm pocket of the trackies. Chris was obviously warm and sweating for the trackies had moulded themselves to his asscheeks displaying the firm rounded orbs to perfection. The material seemed to cling to Chris and a little had even worked its way into his crack. Ben's hand went to the top of the trackies and pulled them away from Chris' body. Leaning forward he felt a waft of warm air brush his cheeks as it rose up from the opened treasure trove of Chris' tightly packed ass. The smells he had discerned before were stronger too, although a new odour was present, that of Chris' maleness. Ben soon found the label and cut it, taking care to catch both pieces of plastic as they fell away.
"Get it?" asked Chris.
"Just a mo" said Ben, and putting down the scissors and plastic, he thrust his right hand deep into Chris' trackies.
"Urrgh" Chris cried out at this violation.
"S'okay," said Ben quickly, "just checking if any bits dropped down or are sticking to you. Better check your pocket too."
As the palm of his left hand caressed Chris' brief covered ass – the weight of the trackies pressing against the back of his hand - Ben's right hand plunged into Chris' left pocket and grabbed the rampant cock through the material.
"Certainly something in here!" said Ben laughingly.
Chris laughed too; "Then for fuck sake get it out and deal with it!" he pleaded.
"Not so fast" replied Ben as he leaned forward and pressed his face into Chris' trackie covered ass.
Ben inhaled deeply; pushing his nose deep into Chris' clothed crack, smelling that smoky, savoury essence of the boy and his new trackies. He kissed and licked the deep well-defined channel and gradually, in a circular fashion worked his way onto the cherried cheeks. Ben removed his hands from inside the trackies and putting his arms around Chris' slim waist began to stroke the top of the thighs. Teasing the bulging basket he gradually moved his hands, stroking and caressing all the way, down Chris' legs exploring from the smooth inner thighs around to the yellow poppers.
Ben continued to mouth that hot ass and Chris put his hands back to press Ben's head deeper into his ass. Moaning softly Chris stroked Ben's hair and ground his bum into the heat of Ben's oral lust, opening his legs wider to allow his new sexmate greater access. Ben's hands reached the bottom of the trackies and he now slowly undid the buttons, they were somewhat stiff being new. Gradually he worked his way back up Chris' legs, pausing at each opened button to stroke the hot smooth skin beneath before continuing his inexorable advance. Opening the last button Ben withdrew from his exploration of Chris' ass to admire his handiwork. The trackie legs lay opened, like flayed skin he thought, and Ben's hands were now free to explore all that lay underneath. With renewed vigour he returned to that ass, lovingly defined by the damp that Ben had imparted, while his hands drove up into the trackies to stimulate Chris' trapped cock.
As Ben's hands made contact with the figure-hugging briefs, already lubricated from Chris' leaking cock, he stood up and kissed and nuzzled the tapered nape of the boy's neck while grinding his crotch into the trackied ass. Ben was overcome with the sensation as he pulled Chris towards him; he never wanted to let go. The taste of the young flesh that he licked with his tongue. The smell of the flowing brown hair at his nostrils (Lynx Oriental shower gel? he wondered). The magnificent moist cotton mound beneath his hand and the lustrous trackies pressing the back of the same hand. All these were topped off by the experience of his painfully tight cock, crammed into his briefs and spewing forth lube, grinding its way up and down Chris' magnificent velvety ass. The dampness of Ben's briefs, penetrating his new shorts seemed to make the shorts and trackies embrace together as one. Knowing that his cramped cock couldn't take much more Ben withdrew his hands from the bulging briefs and spun Chris round to face him. Chris' forehead glistened with sweat and his complexion was hot and flushed.
"Oh, please!" said Chris, flicking the damp locks up from his forehead, his eyes glazed with lust and pleasure.
"Shush," whispered Ben tenderly, leaning forward to lick his friends face.
He tasted sweat and the residue of soap, licking eyes, nose, chin and the un-razored fluff at the top of Chris' lip, before plunging his tongue deep into Chris' mouth.
The two lads locked their bodies to each other, exploring each other, their tongues ablaze with lust. Hands pulled and grabbed at asses, groins quivered under the weight of grinding cocks `n cotton, nylon and knickers. After some time of abandonment to the moment, Ben pulled back his head, a thin trail of saliva momentarily bound the two boy's lips together before it broke and mingled with the damp crotch of Chris' trackies. Reluctantly releasing his hands from Chris' butt Ben took hold of his friend's T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Looking Chris directly in the eye, he pulled it to his nose, sniffed it and then threw it on the floor. He bent his legs and began to attack the small terracotta nipples that stood proud, sprouting from Chris' chest. He first licked them and then tried sucking them before finally nipping and nibbling at them with his teeth. Having his nipples chewed was all too much for Chris,
"Go on, go on!" he demanded impatiently.
Smiling to himself Ben stooped down further and licked his way over the teen's smooth, flawless abdomen, pausing only to offer some oral ministrations to his friend's navel. Finally, he reached his goal as hips lips encountered the crimped top of his friend's new trackies.
Kneeling down in front of this Adonis, sweat running down the chest, the form of a cock beneath the sea of blue; Ben, with one finger, gently traced the outline of Chris's cock in the jam-packed trackies. He placed his hand gently along the shaft and rubbed the ridge of the cock through the filmy material, his hand cupped and fondled the balls, massaging them, sensing their potency. Ben clasped the firm asscheeks, fondling them, making love to them, and drew forward to devour the tasty package. Instinctively Chris took hold of Ben's head and pulled him deeper into the maelstrom of his hormones, running his hands through the gelled hair, licking the hand that had touched the anointed. Getting to work, Ben drenched the proffered gift, soaking and sucking, revelling in the aromatic potpourri of the boymeat, savouring the taste of unction flowing from the stimulated cock. Using teeth and hands Ben gradually worked the trackies down over the slim, bronzed thighs and paused to behold the sight that greeted him. He looked up at Chris, "God is he hot!" he thought.
The boy stood there damp hair hanging over the dark brow eyes, the wide eyes and face alight with a smile of eager anticipation, sweat coursing and shimmering over the body. Hands at hips, thrust forward, legs slightly out, displaying a rampant cock encased in soaked and gauzy pale green briefs with the dark blue and yellow trackies bunched at the white socked feet. All of this was enough to make Ben get his cock out and wank there and then!
Steadying himself Ben bobbed forward to satisfy the demanding briefs in front of him, running hands up and inside the briefs, feeling Chris' bum and the heat generating from his hole. He prised the chiselled cheeks apart and pressed his finger upto the lips of the hole. Relaxing, though with some difficulty, Chris let the digital probe enter and explore.
"Arrgh" moaned Chris as Ben's finger found the prostate, sending spasms through his body, his cock jumping to be released from its prison.
There was little chance of that however, as Ben's lips were planted at his burgeoning cockhead, vacuum sucking the musky juices flowing through his cock. Although Ben very much wanted to bring his friend to orgasm in his briefs he reluctantly decided that, as he hadn't yet sucked a cock SANS cloth, he ought to do so now. Besides he reckoned that he would have plenty of other times ahead in which to fulfil his desires. Pulling his nose away from the reeking odour of pubes and cock meshed in cotton and abandoning the piquant tang at his tongue, Ben used his free hand to tug down the front of Chris' briefs and hooked them under the tight surging balls. The unfettered cock that sprang upto greet him, was a joy to behold. It was about 5-1/2 inches long and just under an inch thick, tapering slightly to the distended purple crown, which with foreskin drawn back held a drop of pearl at its tip. The cock was supported by two small hairless balls, which were drawn up tight to the body, the skin altogether darker, and meatier looking. The pubic bush darkened by moisture was small and curly; the hair light brown and untraceable long before it reached the navel.
Slowly in one swallow Ben engulfed the cock, instinctively taking Chris deep into his throat while simultaneously, he pushed another finger into the widening asshole. Chris seemed to collapse at this and shouted and moaned encouragement. In fact, up on his tiptoes, Chris literally poured himself into Ben, his chest and abdomen pressing forward and down into the boy's head while his hands reached down to Ben's sweaty buttocks, seemingly wanting to heave him up into his cock centred self. Ben moved up and down on the cock, licking the shaft and teasing the head. He marvelled at the full-bodied taste of the naked meat and luxuriated in the weight and feel of the cock in his mouth.
With vigour, born of youth, Chris pumped his boymeat into his friend, thrashing and thrusting his body under the oral and anal assault. Ben's fingers trapped deep inside Chris' heat filled ass were suddenly held firm in the vice-like grip of the buttocks and knowing his friend was about to cum he moved up the cock to savour the boy's load on his tongue. His mouth was suddenly rent open by the explosion of boy juice that sortied from Chris' cock. A torrent of hot young acrid cream spewed forth from the engorged cock, filling Ben's mouth, almost choking him with its volume. Pools of cum, running from his mouth coagulated with saliva on his shorts. Oblivious, lost in the moment, Chris continued to evacuate his balls, thrusting his cock deep down Ben's throat, hands gripping the teen's head, demanding that every last drop be taken and consumed. Ben could feel the unadulterated jism running down his throat; his mouth full of cum covered shaft, and succulent skin running along his tongue. He breathed through his nostrils and waited for the storm that had beset him to subside. Slowly, imperceptibly, the body that he held relaxed and became calm. Withdrawing his mouth from Chris' puppy meat, Ben looked up at Chris, who had straightened himself up. Chris smiled dreamily,
"Thanks," he said, as he tousled Ben's hair.
Ben's fingers fell from Chris' ass and, instinctively he brought them to his lips, tasting and smelling the inner man. His eyes were drawn to the semi-hard cock in front of him all covered in cum and spit, and lovingly he licked up the mess and attempted to clean the bedraggled teenmeat.
"Hey, easy boy," cried Chris, grinning from ear to ear, "there's plenty more where that came from. Now let's take care of that hot bod of yours!"
Saying that, he dropped to the floor in front of Ben and pushed Ben back onto the floor.
Allowing the lad just enough time to take his legs out from underneath him, Chris positioned himself between Ben's legs.
"Hmmm," Chris said, laughing, his hand grabbing Ben's tightly packed cock in his shorts, "looks like my Head Boy and school idol is in need of some help. Its my duty to help him out."
"School idol? Hot bod?" wondered Ben; "there were definitely guys out there that liked what they saw then!" "But why not Simon?" a part of him asked.
Another part of him was deciding whether or not to ask Chris if he would suck him through his briefs. This was something that he really, really wanted. However, being a fair-minded boy, he realised he had done what he wanted with Chris so he'd just have to take potluck. Besides to meet up with someone who really wanted to do him in his briefs was a challenge, and Ben excelled at challenges.
"I'm all yours!" laughed Ben putting up his hands in mock surrender.
Thankfully, for Ben, Chris was obviously turned on by Ben's shorts for he continued to stroke and fondle them, teasing the throbbing cock that was buckled up in his briefs. The feel of Chris' hand working over the shiny slick nylon was fantastic! Chris lowered his body onto Ben and the feeling of the boy's naked and drained cock at his bulge, slipping and sliding, grinding away, meant that Ben almost lost it. Instead Ben was distracted by a long passionate kiss from Chris.
"That's just to say thank you" said Chris, drooling over Ben, "and this is to say thank you even more!"
With these words Chris whipped down Ben's shorts ("Ah, well. Another time," thought Ben) to behold what he sought. He was greeted with the obscene sight of Ben's grotesquely swollen and distorted dick, entombed in the small, tight, white cotton briefs, leaking precum like a boiling over pan. Waiting for the waistband to be plucked and his cock released Ben was, gratefully surprised to receive the ministrations of Chris' mouth on his pouch. The feel of the boy's hot breath flowing through the cotton and the sounds of munching and slurping testified to the pleasure that Chris was receiving, to say nothing of that which Benedict was experiencing. Ben was disappointed that the hot brief suck didn't last long enough for him to cum because Chris soon pulled his head away.
"He's young and impatient," Ben reminded himself. "What was it his mother said?" thought Ben, he remembered, and he laughed.
"What's so funny?" asked Chris, perplexed and somewhat anxious.
"I was just thinking of one of mum's sayings," replied Ben; "Youth will have its head!"
At this both boys burst out laughing, though Chris had already got other ideas in his head.
"Well this youth will have your arse!" declared Chris, with a look of hunger.
Turning Ben over he pulled down the briefs, leaving Ben's cock crushed to the floor and squirming down his left thigh. Tugging the briefs off him Chris splayed out the legs and dived into Ben's smooth ass.
"Christ, aarrgh, urrgh," shouted Ben.
He had heard of rimming, read about it too, but this, this was incredible. His bowels felt molten under the heat and feel of Chris' searching tongue.
"Where's he learnt this? Who with?" wondered Ben, realising, despite his charm and seeming innocence, that this was most definitely not Chris' first time.
With a refinement and expertise that belied his years, although it would only be with the passage of time and experience that Ben realised just how good Chris had been at this, Chris ate our Ben's dirty boy hole. Chris indicated that Ben should draw his knees up some, and, thus exposed, his ass hanging in the air, Ben felt Chris' tongue thrust deeper into him. He was taken off into a world that until four days ago he hadn't known existed. Ben was moaning, begging, shouting encouragement to Chris, his body drenched with sweat, on all fours like a dog, his cock free at last jerking and bucking wildly. God, his prick had never been so large, so engorged as this! Ben was a stud puppy in heat. The only responses were guttural, animal like grunts from Chris who seemed to bury halfway up his ass. The teen's tongue rasped inside him, strong and wiry, it seemed to know just where to linger and tease. Strong hands gripped his cock and balls, kneading the balls like flour, squeezing the shaft like a vice.
Ben knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer and Chris must have sensed this too. Removing his tongue Chris got onto his back and pushed his head between Ben's legs. The feel of the boy's hair, as it pushed through his legs' tickling his inner thighs and balls, almost did for Ben there and then.
"Now fuck me, Ben!" demanded Chris.
With these words Chris reared up his head and gulped down Ben's tumescent 61/2 inches of pure teen fuckmeat while simultaneously he rammed three fingers up Ben's slick fuck channel. Released at last from all sense of prohibition or control, more half-crazed animal than respectable Head Boy, Ben grabbed Chris' hair and fucked his face. The depredations that his cock had endured in its cotton prison were released in Ben like a pent up dam. He screamed and hollered, shouting abuse and filth, knowing nothing but the moment, caring only for the now, to be free to empty the burden of his load into this willing receptacle. The hot moist throat and mouth, the fingers violating his ass, were all that he could sense, as he felt his balls churn and shoot their load. Again and again Ben thrust at Chris, slamming into his face, tugging at his hair, spewing forth like a volcano his molten lust, wad upon wad of teen cum shot from him, as though from an inexhaustible quiver of arrows. He wanted the moment to never end.
Gradually he subsided and, physically spent, became aware of his surroundings again. It, was not an object. It was Chris, coughing and spluttering! Ben looked down to see the boy, his drained cock hanging over the teen like the shadow of an executioner's blade. Chris, Ben thanked God, although with tears in his eyes, and his mouth and chin dripping with cum, had a great big smile on his face.
"Oh, Chris, God I'm sorry," said Ben, "I don't know what came over me. I never, er, felt like that before. Are you okay?"
"Am fucked, Ben, fucked" replied Chris all dishevelled and dreamy, "but that's what I asked for! "I knew I was right!" said Chris.
"What ya mean?" questioned Ben, curious.
"Well you're just so fucking perfect! Head Boy, brainy, talented at sports, first at this, best at that, you're so fucking sexy, and everybody loves Ben! Ben the untouchable" said Chris. "I mean," he continued, "Look, fucking hell, most of the girls in school would do anything to cop off with you and I bet a load of the boys would too. Hey even the teachers feel the same. Look at Miss Atkinson, she fuckin drools over you."
Ben's mind reeled; still dazed from what the bout of lovemaking had revealed; he had difficulty with accepting this view of himself. Yes, he thought he was okay and pretty popular, but this? This was way too much; Chris must have the hots for him real bad.
Ben laughed,
"I'm not perfect and certainly not untouchable. Hell, wouldn't this disappoint the girls?" he motioned to the strewn clothing and their present post-sex state.
Chris chuckled,
"Hey, I not complaining, just stating the facts Ben,"
"Anyway," interrupted Ben, "what's this got to do with you being right? About what, me?"
"Yes," said Chris, " You're always so cool, err, so balanced, always ready with the one liner, so in control. Look what you've just done with me. Anything you wanted, I couldn't say no!"
"Hey, steady there, you wanted it too," interrupted Ben.
"Sure, sure," said Chris unfazed, "of course I fucking did, who the fuck wouldn't want to with you?" "No, what I guess I mean is," he continued, " that, I always figured underneath it all, you would be a right go'er. What's my mum say?" He laughed, "Oh, that's it -- still waters run deep!"
"Yeah" Ben nodded, understanding.
His mother had said the same thing to him, as had Mr. Hamilton, the Headteacher. So too had Simon, once, when he was frustrated he said, by Ben's lack of communication. It wasn't communication that Ben was afraid of, rather what he might communicate, especially to Simon!
Perhaps at times he did seem somewhat austere or even aloof but he knew himself to be far from passionless, as the drying tears in Chris' eyes amply demonstrated. He decided he'd put it all to one side and think about it later, along with all his other recent experiences.
"What a day," said Chris, as though he couldn't believe his good fortune, "what a day, meeting you like that, and then ... all my dreams, Ben, all my dreams! Thanks again." said Chris, pecking at Ben on the lips.
Ben looked at the time, suddenly realising he would have to go -- he was due out at the theatre this evening with the family, though he was not looking forward to it now as much as he had been.
"Hey, thanks to you Chris," said Ben, "you're the one who took the initiative, and you're damn hot as far as I'm concerned too. I'm just sorry for getting a little frenzied there at the end."
"No probs, you can unwind on me, or in me, anytime," said Chris. "There will be another time, won't their Ben?" pleaded Chris. "I mean I know you probably haven't noticed me before and I'm two years lower than you, but please just to suck you off would make me happy. I won't try and hang round you at school or anything."
"Fuck," replied Ben, "I have noticed you before, you handsome stud you, and yes, we must do this again, and more!" "But, hey, I enjoyed giving you fun too you know, its just that I need to get home. Believe me I'd rather stay here and do things with you," said Ben.
At this Chris beamed and seemed satisfied. The two boys hugged, and Chris cried a little more, (though presumably not from pain?), while the two boys began to get dressed.
Ben unfurled his T that had rolled up his chest and eased his way into his damp briefs -- this was getting to be a habit!
"Can I ask a favour?" said Chris hesitantly.
"Sure, what?" answered Ben.
"Could you, perhaps, if you didn't mind, maybe, leave me with your briefs," said Chris suddenly finishing in a rush of words.
"Interesting!" thought Benedict, "Sure, perhaps we could swap?" he said.
So off came the briefs and, solemnly swapped, they were soon hugging virgin territory. Considering he had just been wearing a pair that was really too small for him (how fortuitous, he thought), Chris' briefs fitted just snug. Chris looked great in Ben's briefs, the whiteness showed off his bulge really well, and his hands explored them around his ass pulling back the elastic and letting it snap back. To Ben it was one of the sexiest sounds in the world and he popped an instant boner; wearing Chris' briefs didn't help much either. Chris he noticed was suddenly filling his briefs too. Ben hesitated, but had to conclude there wasn't enough time and so reluctantly carried on dressing though his hardon didn't subside. He popped his baptised shorts into his bag and turned to face Chris who had opted to stay with the trackies which looked a little worse for wear. The two boys hugged and kissed again and briefly ground their hard cocks against each other before Ben pulled away.
"I've gotta go, but look, if we don't get a chance to see each other at school, I'll meet you in the same place next Saturday at twelve and we'll work something out."
"Thanks, Ben, you're still way perfect in my book," said Chris.
"Hmm," said Ben, "we'll have to see what we can do about getting rid of that idea, perhaps together in shorts, we can work it out?"
The boys joked again and finally separated, bidding good byes and thanks, with a final barely audible "Love you," from Chris.
As Ben headed home on the bus, he reflected on his experiences and what Chris had said. The declaration of love had not gone unheard by Ben, though by then he was half expecting it -- it had been that kind of day. He had feelings for Chris definitely, but not the same as held for Simon. He judged he'd have to be careful with the younger boy, after all, he was having the same feelings as Ben, just that they were aimed at himself rather than Simon. He felt a bit guilty too, he had practically abused the boy cumming like that, but Chris didn't seem to mind; in fact he seemed to positively have enjoyed it.
Sitting through the play that evening he was constantly distracted, for though he had changed his clothes, he hadn't changed out of Chris' briefs. He seemed to possess a perpetual hard on and while heading home, sat in the back of the car, all scrunched up next to his younger brother, Dominic. Dom leaned forward and whispered in his ear,
"Which one did you fancy then? Obviously one of `em!"
"Cheat" laughed Ben, in reply, his erection thankfully subsiding.
Certainly his brother had noticed his hardon, but when he wondered?
Presumably also his brother was referring to the two young actresses in the play? Part of Ben's mind hoped so, his life seemed to be becoming more complicated than he had expected, but another part of him couldn't help but hope that Dom had been referring to a couple of the younger actors on stage too.
What Ben could not see in the darkness of the car was the growing bulge in Dominic's chinos, and it was not the actresses, nor the actors, that had put it there...