Benedicts Bulging Briefs

Benedicts' Bulging Briefs, Chapter 4

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.

Sorry for the delay in getting around to this, it seems the lads have been busy! Hope they have not been forgotten.

Having enjoyed an euphoric wank to celebrate Simon's successful driving test Ben settled down to attempt a further period of fitful study. About an hour later, in answer to his mother's call, Ben headed downstairs to eat with his family.

"Simon passed his test, Mum, we're going out later to celebrate," said Ben upon entering the dining room.

"Oh, great!" enthused his mother, "I bet he was thrilled, he's always loved cars."

"Yeah, he's over the moon," continued Ben, "His mum and dad have bought him tickets for a Blur concert, a week tomorrow in Birmingham. He's invited me!"

"Cool," enthused Dominic, seated at the table.

"Oh how kind of them," said his mother, "of course you must go dear, so nice of them to think of you. I don't know how you'll both manage next year, you're inseparable."

"Well it's great Benedict, I know," said his father, entering the room from the kitchen, "but don't forget your studies. This is an important year for you, and you seem to be out an awful lot lately."

"Aw, Dad, come on you know I work hard give me a break," said Ben defensively, knowing his father was right. Not about being out a lot. No, he hadn't really gone that wild but he sure as hell had been distracted a lot lately.

"Oh Peter, dear," his mother addressed his father, "let him get on and enjoy himself. You know you're proud of him, and of you two as well," his mother indicating Dominic and Sarah.

"Okay, okay, you win Marie," said his father in to his mother in mock surrender, "just as long as his mark's don't drop that's all."

"Anyway," said Ben settling down at table, "you and mum are taking Dom and Sarah shopping on Saturday so I reckon I'll get a good stint of study in then."

"Yes!" squealed, Ben's sister, Sara, "New shoes for me, and maybe a `Steps' CD too."

Yeah, and I want all sorts of things too," said Dom, careful not to catch Ben's eye.

"Okay, okay, you all win, I surrender. Now let's eat before the food gets cold," said the father of the house.

While eating his casserole Ben thought about his younger brother. He had noticed that Dom had been avoiding him since borrowing a pair of his brief's to try out. Was he now embarrassed by it all he wondered? Ben felt certain he had not been imagining the sexual tension that had been present in the room that night. Perhaps it had frightened him off he thought. How would he have reacted at that age? Worse still, he could have misread the situation; the feeling of Ben's swelling prick at his ass might have horrified, terrified his brother. Okay, it had been through the bedclothes, but he must have known, surely? Ben had been anxiously looking for signs that Dom had said something to one or both of his parents but so far, thank God; there was no sign of that.

"Oh by the way, mum," said Dom munching on the chicken in the stew, "when we come back on Saturday can I sleep over at Andy's? Please?"

"Don't speak with your mouth full, dear, remember your manners. What do you think Peter?" said Dom's mother, asking her husband.

"I don't see why not," answered the boy's father, "We can't let Ben have all the fun, yes, sure. But remember to get all your homework done tomorrow night young man."

"No probs! Thanks dad, ta mum," beamed Dom.

"Ooh, does that mean I can have Sally to stay then?" sought Sarah, speaking of her best friend.

"Of course dear," said Sarah's mum, "the pair of you can help me bake for Dom's barbecue."

"Fantastic!" cried Sarah "Sally loves helping you."

The family were due to go to a family fun-day and barbecue on Sunday afternoon, apart from being a social occasion it helped to raise funds for the scout-troop to which Dominic, and formerly Benedict, belonged. Mrs. Johnson's cakes were something of a local celebrity and an event such as this without them would be unthinkable.

Interesting thought Benedict, his brother proposed to buy some new briefs on Saturday and then he wanted to sleep over at Andy O'Hara's, his best friend. Perhaps I was not wrong after all; merely `misplaced' shall we say, thought Ben. Can't say I fucking blame him thought Ben, Andy O'Hara was one hot young thing. He might have been a walking accident waiting to happen, all gangling long limbs that seemed to jerk and twitch uncontrolled, but he sure was sexy. Andy had recently put on a spurt of growth, and looked as though the rest of his body hadn't caught-up yet, he stood four inches taller than Dom at 5'8", and his voice had recently broken. Ben hadn't really thought about him much until his recent conversation with Dom but since then he realised the lad was certainly hot and he had found himself wanking the other night to images of Dom and Andy hard at it in a 69. Feeling a cold sweat come upon him, guilt? Ben pushed his plate away and declared himself full, thankful the family couldn't see through the table to his hardon. I really must get to grips with myself about this thought Ben, perhaps after the concert with Simon? Implicitly the youth was measuring time pre- and post- concert with Simon. It was to be hoped that all his hopes were not to be cruelly dashed.

Already, unthinkingly, not being able to help him-self, Ben thought of the concert as a beginning, a new life shared with Simon, together in love, happiness ever after. The fact that life would go on, that he would still be confronted with thoughts about his brother, that doubts and uncertainties would continue to exist, didn't enter his head. This was what life was all about, surely? Damn it, this was life! Ben was head over heels in love, his first and only love, only that was real and nothing else came even close.

After finishing his meal and helping clear the table Ben retired to his room to work pending Simon's arrival. He studied hard, dinner having at least helped his concentration and with the time fast approaching a quarter-to-eight he rose from his desk to get changed. Ben washed, chose some black jeans and a dark blue Ben Sherman' shirt and was just slipping his Timberland's' on when he heard the doorbell ring. Within moments, it seemed, Simon was standing at his doorway, a smile beaming from ear to ear. He looked so sexy thought Ben, admiring as ever his love. Simon was flushed with success, triumph, and glowed in his white shirt and cream chino's.

"I've got mum's car, we'll drive into town," beamed Simon.

"Oh, I thought we were celebrating? You'll only be able to have two," said Ben.

"Don't care. Just driving is sufficient celebration. I doubt I could get much higher anyway."

"Yeah, I understand," said Ben, smiling shaking his head, "you always were odd. Come on then let's go and check out those skills. See if you really are any good."

"Cheeky bastard," laughed Simon, "you're not even half way there!"

"That's because, I'm a sane, well-balanced young man, as my mother likes to say," retorted Ben.

"Sure, chip on both shoulders," answered Simon, "Pedestrians eh? A driver's worse nightmare"

"Cheeky bastard!" laughed Ben chasing Simon down the stairs.

"Boys!" shouted Ben's mother.

"Sorry, mum," cried Ben.

Ben's mother came out of the kitchen to congratulate Simon and to say that she would call his parents and thank them for their generosity to Ben. With the admonition not to stay out late or drink too much the boys left laughing and joking. They climbed into the car and Simon started the engine up. He carefully pulled out into the road - he was aware of the matronly gaze of Mrs. Johnson - and set off for a pub the two lads and their mates often frequented in the city centre.

"Very smooth," observed Ben, "not that I expected any other from such a control freak."

"You're in my hands now Johnson," said Simon, "I'm free to take you where I want."

"Oh no," laughed Ben, affecting a squeaky voice, "my mother warned me not to get into car's with strange men offering sweeties, what will happen to me?"

"Ah," said Simon, grinning wickedly, "your deepest desires will be met and every orifice of your poor defenceless body will be probed and violated by my man-size dick!"

"Ooh, whatever you say mister," squealed Ben still in `role'.

For a moment Ben thought of taking things further but now was not the time he judged. Besides, despite all his hopes, when it came to Simon it was fears that mattered, dominating proceedings. Will I ever be free he wondered?

The two lads chatted amicably agreeing on what needed to be done before setting off on their great adventure. Their excitement provided adrenaline and made time seem to speed by. They were soon at the pub, joined by other friends, some who happened to be there, others that had come to celebrate with Simon. Even though he only allowed himself one bottle of `Stella' before switching to mineral water Simon enjoyed his evening. Taking centre stage, it was after all Simon's night, the boy revelled in the good wishes generated by his longed for success. To Ben he seemed more perfect than ever, more desirable. If Simon was the centre of attention what did Ben care? By extension, his choice was vindicated, seen to be the right one; he had chosen the best. He took pleasure in his beloved success and felt that the attention heaped on Simon was somehow given to him too. Was not Simon a part of him? Certainly to Ben that is how it felt, he knew his pleasure and his pain as much as his own did he not?

The only low point of the evening was when one of the girls, Rachel Shavi, one of their circle of friends, draped herself in Simon's lap and suggested she check out his backseat driving. The group laughed and shouted beery encouragement, offering lewd suggestions; especially with regard to Simon's famed big balls. All Ben's anxieties came surging to the fore. Ben would admit Rachel was a dark raven-haired beauty if ever there was one. She was also a girl, and Ben felt powerless, what could he offer against her feminine charms. Why did boys want to head down that path? He could offer so much, he knew, could Simon not see? The occasions when Simon acquired a new girlfriend were always the worst, the taste of ashes in the mouth, no one to turn too and unburden the grief; the sheer bloody hopelessness of it all. Then there was the unspeakable joy felt when the announcement of break-up came. Consoling Simon, offering comfort, `being there' for him, while all the time, deep inside laughing, screaming for joy, and dancing on the grave of a dead rival. Another assailant vanquished, savouring the fruits of victory. Simon returning to him, at his side, where he was meant to be.

Thankfully, Simon seemed embarrassed, he'd not been drinking like the others Ben noted, and he had gently brushed Rachel to one side. Not that Ben relaxed his vigilance. His desire to be seated in Simon's lap instead burned within him and he wondered sometimes if that wasn't just the best way. After all, why not get it out in the open? Simple is often best is it not? However, that was not Ben's way or Simon's too he knew. He would just have to continue to endure and hope that next week brought resolution. After all, he remembered, do they not also serve who watch and wait?

Simon offered a lift to a couple of other lads and dropped them home first before taking Ben home. Ben, who was sat in the front seat, felt warm and secure being driven by Simon, indeed he wished for the moment not to pass. The time came for him to get out of the car however, and with thanks and further congratulations he wished Simon goodnight and entered his home. His mum and dad were still up and he chatted with then awhile before retiring to sleep.

It seemed longer that twenty-four hours since his romp with Tom. Was it only yesterday that he was being fucked for the first time? A mere day ago that he found someone to talk too about Simon and underwear? Then only this evening, that Simon had delivered his invitation to the concert next week? The whole thing seemed a blur, unbelievable really. Exhausted, more emotionally than anything else, he slumped into bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day at school passed quickly though not without incident. During the afternoon break Chris Morgan, just like yesterday, caught up with him and the two sidled off to a quiet corner to speak. Chris was to be away on Saturday, visiting his sister at University along with his parents.

"Am definitely free Sunday afternoon though," said Chris excitedly, flicking his hair away from his eyes, "can you come over? Can we do some more? Please?"

"Hmm, difficult," said Ben, his cock already twitching at the thought of sex with the hot teen, "I'm supposed to be at a family scout bash but I could, maybe, have a need to finish my studies and then join the family later. I could bike over to you and then go on from there."

"Yes! That would be great," said Chris, "I've hardly slept since last Saturday. I keep thinking about us, err, well, about you really."

"I understand," nodded Ben, remembering that he had promised himself to do right by Chris, "I loved it too, especially," he quickly glanced to see that no one was near, "when you stuck your tongue up my ass."

"Really?" asked Chris wide-eyed, "You really dug that?"

"Fuck yes, drove me wild. I'm still feeling guilty the way I unloaded on you," said Ben somewhat apologetically.

"Don't be, I loved that part. I keep wanking to the memory," said Chris all husky.

"Well save some for me because I enjoyed yours too," said Ben eagerly, knowing that whatever happened he had to see Chris on Sunday.

"Aw thanks Ben you're the best."

"So you keep saying," said Ben somewhat under pressure from the cock now hard in his pants, "You'd better go before I take you right here."

Chris was obviously bulging too, the tight black material of his school trousers unable to cope with their burden, the cockhead clearly discernible through the taut shiny material.

"I don't think your position as Head Boy would stand that," said Chris cheekily, and before Ben could move Chris moved off though not before brushing hard against Ben's cock.

"See ya on Sunday," said Chris running off, leaving Ben stunned and aching for a wank. The feel of Chris' hand at his groin had caused a jet of precum to leak and his briefs felt hot and sticky.

Ben was so desperate to release his load that he considered heading for the toilets to bring him-self off. However, the school bell went, signalling it was time for his final lesson, which on Friday's was an hour of history. Picking up his bag and holding it in front of him so as to hide his bulge, he made his way to class. Thankfully the boy, who normally sat next to him in History, Jamie Reid, was absent, so Ben could at least relax a little. Unlike his cock which strained for release from the confines of its prison. Ten minutes into the lesson and it was no use Ben would have to see to his cock. Settling himself lower in his chair and spreading his legs wider the slim young teen eased his left hand into his left pocket. Although he normally wanked right handed Benedict's cock had snaked off to the left so a left-handed rub it would have to be.

The fingers soon found their way to his cockhead, the ridge of the helmet could be clearly felt through the thin material of the pocket lining and the thin cotton briefs beneath. Pinching his cock Ben reckoned he could get hold of at least a couple of inches – more than enough he reckoned to do what needed to be done. Gripping his cock between three fingers and thumb the youth eased his foreskin back. Ben could feel the velvety skin sliding back underneath the layers of material and his lube began to leak more freely. The young lad used his index finger to stimulate the shaft and agitated the tip of his meaty helmet with his fingernail. Ben's senses were alert to discovery and his eyes swept the classroom in unceasing vigil, while he attempted to quieten his breathing and control his body.

The long-limbed teen was soon feeling hot and sweaty as he held his body rigid, attempting to concentrate on taking notes on the one hand, pleasuring his cock on the other. Thankfully, he was so horny he knew it would not take long. Indeed, the fear of discovery seemed to add something extra and he felt himself ready to shoot his load into his now sopping briefs. He daren't wonder what his trousers looked like, hopefully not too bad, certainly his pocket lining was slick and wet. Holding his breath, Ben shuddered and climaxed in his briefs, his hand feeling the hot sludge oozing into his pants. Milking the shaft with his hand, pressing down onto the cock to extract maximum pleasure, the boy filled his hot cotton cup. Exhaling gradually so as to make no noise Ben relaxed, suddenly realising just how tense he had held himself. His cock soon shrivelled and his cum cooled leaving him feeling sticky and damp. He eased himself back up into his chair and checked out his trousers not too bad he thought, obviously his briefs and trouser lining had absorbed the load and there were no telltale signs. God was in his heavens; the Head Boy was safe and had not been discovered.

The lesson finally ended and Ben met up with Simon to walk home. He felt sure he could here his cold cum sloshing in his briefs, certainly he could feel it, but Simon didn't seem to notice anything untoward and Ben reckoned he was imagining it. Getting home and into the bathroom the anxious teen hurriedly ripped at his trousers to examine the scene of his latest `crime'. The black pulled open trousers now down around his ankles revealed a pair of tight red cotton Jockey briefs bathed in drying cum and Ben eased himself out of them and wiped down his jiz smeared cock. Stimulated by the cleaning, his insatiable cock was soon standing proud again and Ben suddenly realised he hadn't yet checked out the briefs his brother had borrowed from him.

Ben was soon rustling through the family laundry basket and quickly found what he sought. He held the small pair of white cotton briefs up for closer inspection, suspending them by his fingers, attempting to discern the outline of Dom's bulge. With an expert and loving eye Ben traced the outline of where the young balls had nestled, moving up to where the small shaft had lain and the protuberance of a pickled onion sized bulge at its head. Flipping the briefs inside out he brought the groin area to his nose and mouth. Once again, he was confirmed in his belief that briefs held more flavour than boxers did, his brother tasting stronger and more pungent than ever before. Soon Ben's free hand was wrapped around his cock, using his own sodden briefs as a lubed sheaf to stimulate his prick. His mouth and nose explored Dom's excretions, savouring the sharp taste, delighting in the sweet aroma. It wasn't long before the red Jockey's were overloaded again and cum dripped onto the bathroom floor. Cleaning up Ben thrust Dom's briefs back into the laundry basket along with his school uniform and quickly washed out his own briefs in the sink. He put the damp red Jockey's in the airing cupboard near the hot water tank to dry and would later pop them into the laundry basket when they were done.

Ben enjoyed a relaxed Friday evening at home, he would normally be out on the town, but in truth recent events had drained him. He had a lot of homework to do and Sunday with Chris to look forward too. He also decided that he really must try and wank less next week so that when Friday came, and if his luck was in, he would have a full hot creamy load to offer to Simon.

Saturday morning saw Ben up bright and early and he was soon at his desk starting on an essay. He liked working in the mornings and was grateful that his parents were both able and generous enough to provide for him without the need for a Saturday job. Simon worked at the local Tesc's on Saturday's. He worked on the fresh meat counter and Ben thought him very sexy looking and desirable in company uniform and straw-boater hat.

Ben was making good progress on his essay when his mother called up to say the family was off shopping. He ran downstairs to say goodbye and asked his mum and dad to bring back a thin crusty ham and mushroom pizza. He loved pizzas and usually had one on Saturday evenings. The family soon set off and Ben returned to his studies.

At about 12.30pm Ben went downstairs fixed himself a snack of a cheese sandwich and a glass of milk and watched `Football Focus' on television. The programme was running a profile on David Beckham and Ben was soon feeling horny, stroking his cock, at the sight of the hot young soccer stud being interviewed in between clips of him in action. As the programme finished Ben decided to head up to his room and treat himself to a long lazy wank before finishing his essay. At the top of the stairs, on impulse, Ben went into Dom's room and headed over to his younger brother's bed. Feeling under the pillow Ben's hands found what they sought. His brother's small shiny-white shorts that he had been sleeping in for the past week or so.

Returning to his bedroom Benedict pulled off his light green Adidas T-shirt and whipped off his jeans and white Calvin Klein briefs. Settling down on his bed he placed his brother's shorts at his mouth and explored them with his tongue. The warmth of his mouth released the flavour, and Ben used his free hand to casually stroke his chest and nipples. His cock awoke slowly, stirring itself from its golden jungle, languid and graceful it began to thicken and grow, expanding over his flat smooth stomach. Ben rolling onto his side moved his hand to his ass, stroking his firm cheeks and teasing his hole. His cock prodded the bed while he ate his brother's shorts savouring their boy-musk. Ben was just licking his finger in preparation for entering his boy-hole when the doorbell rang. Ben lay still, hoping whoever it was would go away. Unfortunately, his unspoken prayer was not heard and the bell rang again, longer seemingly more insistent this time. Getting up off the bed Ben pulled his T-shirt on and poured himself hurriedly into his jeans. He ran downstairs shouting,

"Coming," and unlocking the door opened it to find Luke, Simon's younger brother.

Luke was stood with his bike, his hand poised at the doorbell, he had obviously been riding as he looked hot and sweaty. The 16-year-old was shorter than his older brother was though only by an inch, standing 5'8" tall. Like Simon Luke possessed jet-black hair though his was parted centrally and ringed by a `number 1' cut at his back and sides. Luke's eyes were a deep dark blue. His smooth boyish face looked serious rather than open and unfettered as it usually did. Also like his brother Luke was robed in unblemished olive skin, a gift from their mother who had a Spanish father. The teen was quite well built possessing broad shoulders, though a slim waist and Ben reckoned he was going to easily outgrow Simon. Certainly his musculature was already well developed and the lad looked to be endowed with something substantial between his legs. The endowment in question was clearly visible in the tight black Lycra cycling shorts that Luke was wearing. The shorts were coal black and clung to every bump and ridge displaying a prominent mound. The whole scene was complimented by the fact that Luke was wearing a tight figure hugging yellow cycling jersey, with red and green slashes and stripes that rippled with youthful energy and muscles. On his feet Luke wore black cycling sandals and his polished legs glistened with sweat and exertion.

"Luke! What a surprise, come in," said Ben excited to see the young lad but wondering why he was here, still slightly annoyed his wank had been interrupted.

Another part of Ben's mind was already wondering when he could go over to the boy's house and further explore the Lycra cycling shorts that would soon surely end up in the family laundry basket. Of all the briefs he had so far tasted Luke's were the best and the thought of the cycling shorts clinging tight to cock `n balls warmed by exercise was sweet to contemplate.

"Thanks," said Luke slightly breathless as he hefted his bike into the Johnson's hallway.

"Would you like a drink? You look as if you need one," asked Ben.

"Sure, great, err I mean thanks. Water would be good," answered Luke.

Ben led Luke into the kitchen and took some chilled bottled water from the fridge. He poured a glass for the boy and handed it to Luke. The teen drank greedily, obviously thirsty, and had soon gulped the lot.

"Some more?" enquired Ben.

"Please."

Ben poured himself a coke and took Luke into the family sitting room. The two boys fell into a couple of easy chairs opposite each other. Automatically Ben switched the television on, it was only horse racing, typical.

"So Luke, nice to see you. What brings you round here, you don't usually call. An errand for Simon?" enquired Ben.

"Err, no, well actually more to do with me I suppose, though Simon's involved too," answered Luke somewhat haltingly.

"Simon mentioned something about your family being out today and you working hard at home alone. I wanted to see you, so I thought I'd take a chance and call," the boy continued.

Ben was warmed by the thought of Simon speaking of him – he was not forgotten then – and was intrigued by Luke. What did the boy want? The two got on well, after all Ben was often at Simon's house. He had plenty of opportunities to speak with him. Why did he seem to want to see him alone? What could it be about? Advice, he thought? Probably, let's see shall we?

"Well you're here, go on," said Ben, smiling, encouraging the lad.

"Err, err, well" stammered Luke, reddening in the face, searching for words.

Suddenly the words gushed out of him in a torrent,

"Its about my pants, Simon's too. You're nicking `em and then returning them."

Ben was stunned, speechless, dazed. His worst nightmare had come true. He had been revealed, unmasked! If Luke looked red how did he look? His cheeks were on fire, his mind whirling with fear, shame and embarrassment. Worrying about Simon, did he know? Who else knew? Did the boy's parents know? Oh why, why, why was I not more careful, more disciplined Ben anguished to him-self? Why did I have to take them? Why couldn't I just leave them there and use them in their bathroom?

"Well?" demanded Luke, with a somewhat more confident air, having successfully speared Ben in one.

"Err, well, its like, ... oh God, I'm so sorry," stammered Ben, looking down at the floor, tears filling his eyes.

"What do you do with 'em?" continued Luke. "As if I can't guess. Am I right? ... Well, am I?"

Ben cradled his face in his hands, feeling hot tears flowing over his cheeks. Miserable, running a hand through his hair, he still could not bring himself to look at Luke. His whole world seemed to be about to collapse around his ears.

"How did you find out?" enquired Ben.

Fool! He thought, as if that matters now.

"Who else knows?" questioned Ben, dreading the answer, bracing himself, and feeling as though he was about to wet himself.

"Nobody," said Luke getting up from his chair.

The sound of Luke moving caused Ben to look up and stare at the young teen. Luke seemed to tower over him. The youthful Nemesis, drawing ever closer, seemed to hold his life in the palm of his hands.

Luke squatted down in front of Ben. Even in his misery the older boy couldn't stop himself from registering the smooth powerful thighs encased in Lycra and the bulging basket displayed between slightly splayed thighs. Ben cursed him-self, his stupid lust. Ruled by his penis was he about to be humbled by its power?

"Ben," said Luke gently, cradling the older boy's chin in his soft warm hand, forcing Ben to look into the deep blue eyes, "nobody knows, nobody need ever know."

"Huh?" sniffled Ben, wiping his nose, suddenly seeing only kindness in the boy's soft gentle eyes, wondering what it could mean, still disorientated.

"Ben you idiot!" exclaimed Luke, smiling, "I'm flattered."

"You mean?" stammered Ben his spirits soaring, reaching out to the soft unblemished cheek in front of him, cupping the boy's chin in his hand.

"Yes, you daft thing. I want you to show me what you do with my pants," said Luke his eyes burning with intensity, laughing, "I'm fucking dying for you to show me with me still in `em. Read my lips. I want you to fuck me!"

"Oh Luke!" exclaimed Ben, relief flooding through him, "I'm so sorry, I'm a fool. I won't take them again I promise."

"As if I'm bothered," said the young teen almost in exasperation, "how'd you think I found out in the first place."

Comprehension dawned on Ben's brightened face his forehead no longer furrowed with despair.

"Yes," said Luke nodding, laughing with relief, knowing that it was all going to work out as he'd dreamed, "there's me about to tuck into my older brother's tasty briefs when I discover they've fucking gone and disappeared. Then mine start going too and like Simon's they return. It took me a while but eventually I knew it was you."

Luke beamed with youthful pride at his detective prowess.

"How?" said Ben still pulling himself together.

"Easy, the disappearances coincided with your visits. It got to the stage where I only had to check the basket before you went into the bathroom and after when you'd left and bingo the identity of the brief thief was revealed," said Luke pointing at Ben.

"Shit! I should've been more careful," said Ben.

"Bollock's to that! How would I`ve known otherwise?" said Luke, excited, his hands grabbing Ben's thighs. "I wouldn't have got myself all kitted out for you in my new gear now would I if I hadn't known!"

"I thought it was new," said Ben feeling more his old self. His cock was beginning to stir from its earlier terrified retreat as Luke's hands played on his thighs, his hands reached out to stroke Luke's hair. "I certainly would've remembered you in those shorts. Would've checked em out too after you'd worn em."

"Thank fuck!" exclaimed Luke, his hands moving further down Ben's thighs towards his waist, "I was beginning to think I'd got the wrong guy."

"No," said Ben, shaking his head grinning, "just scared the shit out of him that's all. Still I reckon there's life in me yet!"

At this Ben lifted himself off the chair and pushed Luke down onto the floor. He settled down on top of the young teen, pressing his wait down into the boy, pinning the slender young arms to the floor up behind the head. Gazing into Luke's hungry eyes Ben whispered huskily,

"So you want to see me in action eh? Want me to lick your dirty little cock in your shorts and stick my willy up your shitty bum?"

"Oh yes," gasped Luke, barely audible, his voice cracked and hoarse. The boy was already overcome with the feel of Ben on top of him, he could feel Ben's cock in his jeans pressing against his own bulging mound. Ben began to circle his groin around Luke's, the denim heavy cock rubbing abrasively over the lycra-clad boy-cock.

"Ahhh," sighed Luke.

"Oh there's more, much more, my young friend. This is only the beginning," said Ben, pulling away from the boy. "Come on let's go and get settled upstairs. I've had the shits put up me enough for one day and you never know who might catch us at it down here."

Ben was amazed at the transformation within him-self, from quivering wreck to bold sex-crazed teen all in a matter of moments. To think only the other day he had been worrying that Luke's possible friendship with Chris Morgan might lead to his discovery. The little bastard already knew! But he hadn't told Simon and for that not only would Ben be eternally grateful but he'd make sure he gave Luke the experience of his young life. Ben smiled yet again amazed by the ironies of life, its wonderful uncertainties its wondrous discoveries.

"Catch us at it? I like the sound of that," said Luke struggling up from the floor his boner clearly visible as it jutted out obscenely from his cycling shorts.

"I take it back," said Ben.

"What?"

"All that crap about your little cock," answered Ben. "You're certainly packing Luke. No need for you to ever feel shy."

Luke beamed at the compliment and followed upstairs behind Ben only wanting to please his hero and give of his best as he entered this brave new world.

As Ben entered the bedroom he was relieved to notice that Dom's shorts had disappeared down by the side of the bed away from the door. That was one can of worms he definitely did not want opened.

"Oh wow," squealed Luke with boyish excitement. "Are these yours?" he asked picking up Ben's earlier discarded CK's from the floor. "I've been dying to get my hands on a pair. There're really cool, sexy. Can I keep `em? Please? All's fair you've had mine," said Luke pressing the material to his cheek looking sexier than ever.

"Hey, I only ever borrow yours. So, fair enough, you can borrow mine. Besides their expensive," said Ben flopping down on his bed.

"I know," said Luke, "I think I ought to make you buy me a pair!"

"Cheeky cunt," laughed Ben, patting the bed beside him, "let's see if you can earn `em."

Luke needed no further encouragement and leapt onto the bed to lay beside Ben. Benedict used the time to `idly' stretch his arms back and with his right-hand, first found and then grabbed hold of Dom's shorts to throw them under the middle of the bed.

Ben studied the eager young teen that had snuggled up beside him on the bed. He saw Luke in a new light. Not only was he bright, he already knew that, it seemed that his physical precocity was matched by his emotional maturity too.

Picking at the CK briefs that were still clasped tightly to Luke's chest Ben spoke,

"Its what's inside that counts."

"I know," said Luke, "but this is the nearest I've got so far!"

"Be my guest," said Ben, thrusting his groin up off the bed.

With a look of awe Luke cast the CK's to one side and reverentially placed his right hand on Ben's denim clad cock. Putting his head down on Ben's stomach the younger lad gently explored the tasty looking package, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the throbbing meat he could feel radiating heat beneath. Ben toyed with Luke's hair, a contented sigh escaping his lips, feeling the floppy silky hair on top and the sexy short brush at the back and sides.

From a few inches away the bulge looked huge and Luke was sure he could already detect the faintest traces of its odour. Ben's cock was, of course, free beneath the denim and its unfettered power and weight distended the jeans, making them appear bloated and full. The touch of soft gentle finger pads pulling and tugging at his cock had Ben's cock leaking precum and a tiny globule of pearl white cream was born. Pushing through the denim it sparkled on the blue material and catching Luke's eye the boy leaned forward to lick it. Ben shuddered and moaned his appreciation.

Feeling bolder the young lad unbuttoned the jeans anxious to see the treasures underneath. He moved closer to be almost blinded by the steel coiled cock that sprung out of the jeans all slippery and wet, red and hot.

"Fuck," exclaimed Luke, "I didn't expect that! Figured you were gonna be in some sexy kit."

"I was, my CK's!" said Ben somewhat defensively "I'd got my cock in my hand when you rang the doorbell!"

"Ah that explains why the CK's were still warm you horny bastard. Still, good to see you primed and ready," and with that Luke popped his lips around Ben's silky smooth 6-½ inch cock.

The youth had never tasted cock before and he was overcome by the experience. He hadn't encountered precum either and he marvelled at its texture and flavour, the promise it held out of more delightful things to come. Although Luke had only gobbled the meaty bulb, his mouth seemed full of cock. How do I get it all in he wondered? The texture was incredible, so soft and compliant under his probing tongue yet beneath the spongy surface it was rock hard.

"Argh, Jeeze, ... be careful! Your fucking teeth!" screamed Ben writhing in pain and pleasure over Luke's enthusiastic though somewhat clumsy first attempt at a blowjob.

One thing at least, thought Ben, was confirmed by Luke's oral ministrations. Nick, Chris and Tom had all learnt to suck cock before giving head to Ben. They'd all taken him easily like a duck to water.

"Oops, sorry," said Luke somewhat sheepishly turning around to look at Ben, despite him-self grinning like a cat that had got the cream.

"Its okay," said Ben ruffling the boy's hair, "just take it easy. Start slowly, why not lick it a bit first, get the feel of it?"

"Its just--" began Luke.

"I know," interrupted Ben, "it was like that for me too the first time. I just wanted to fucking eat it! Here, let me get my jeans off. You can work on my balls too,... if you want to, that is?"

"Sure!" said Luke ripping the jeans off Ben in a thrice, throwing them onto the bedroom floor.

Ben spread his legs allowing Luke full access to his throbbing manhood and golden fluffed balls. The young lad was soon at work lathering cock `n balls with spittle and lust.

Luke had begun more circumspectly this time. He started at the cock-head letting his tongue swirl around the meatball and, flicking at the piss-slit; his tastebuds were tickled by Ben's piquant pre-cum. The tongue followed the ridge of the helmet and traced along the hard shaft, its scraping causing the foreskin to slide back. Ben shuddered and his prick leaked even more juice. Holding the shaft with his lips Luke slowly slid along the shaft bathing the hot meat in drool.

Still finding it difficult to come to terms with his luck Benedict stretched his hands down to Luke's lycra garbed ass. The hot teen cheeks felt hard and warm under the slinky black material. Finding purchase difficult, his sweaty hands discovering not an ounce of spare fat to grab hold of, Ben stroked the sweet young cheeks and rubbed his fingers at the ass-crack. Luke obviously approved for he propped open his legs allowing Ben to stretch and further explore the boy's treasure. His hand soon came into contact with the lad's full basket. The cock throbbing in the swollen stretched lycra twitched at his touch. Ben was amazed at the detail he could feel through the lightweight fabric. The detail of cock and balls were clearly discernible and he could feel a thick pulsing vein running along the shaft. Ben used his left hand to minister to Luke's ass and his right to take care of the boy's pouch. The feel of his palms and fingers slipping and sliding over the lycra and flesh was intoxicating to him, to say nothing of the lathering his balls were now receiving.

Luke, who had earlier reached the dark pink balls, found that they were very full and round and surprisingly warm to the touch. They tasted of hot sweaty flesh and his nostrils were filled with the scent of Ben. Luke struggled to cope with all that his senses threw at him – the taste of his first cock and the feel of Benedict exploring him in his lycra. The accumulated pleasure drove him wild. Feeling more confident and at ease, Luke moved back up to the tip of Ben's prick. Slowly, remembering to cover his teeth with his lips, he took hold of the meaty shaft and sucked in the first two inches.

"Hmm, better much better," purred Ben. "Now relax and let it slide down your throat. Breathe through your nose and don't worry, you'll soon get the hang of it."

Luke, holding Ben in his mouth nodded and twisting himself forward a little, felt the pulsing tool slide down his throat.

Ben slowly pushed the teen's head down further and was content when he felt the hot air from Luke's nostrils play upon his balls. Luke felt choked but he didn't panic, as he knew that millions of others had managed it and tentatively he eased his way back up the slick rod and then down again. The youth sucked greedily extracting the lube flowing freely from Ben's cock, his tongue lapping at the productive hose. That the whole thing should prove to be so mouth-watering surprised the teen somewhat. He hadn't expected to salivate so much and he was aware of the thick slobber mingled with pre-cum that filled his mouth and overflowed onto Ben's stomach. Luke filled the air with slurping and sucking making guttural sounds of contentment.

Flexing his ass Ben held Luke's head steady and started to thrust his cock in gentle short bursts into the hot moist mouth. Picking up speed he began to fuck the teen's mouth feeling his cock push deep down the boy's throat. The first spasm of pleasure tingled in his balls and he shouted,

"I'm gonna shoot."

"Urrg," grunted Luke, though in appreciation or mere acknowledgement Benedict could not tell.

It was too late anyway as his cock-head erupted and sprayed its thick hot cream down the lad's throat.

Luke had heard Ben but in the paralysis of indecision he did nothing except continue to suck. He suddenly felt Ben shudder and gasp and the fingers at his head bit deeper pushing him further into the older boy. His nose was squashed into Ben's balls and he could have sworn he could feel the liquid in them emptying, draining away as his throat became filled with cum. Panicking a little, fearing that he might choke, Luke broke free of Ben's grasp and ejected Ben's cock.

Feeling cheated and overtaken by lust Ben's right hand flew to his cock and taking a hold of Luke's head with his left hand he aimed his cock at the young lad's face and splattered it with cum. The hot treacly liquid sprayed everywhere as Ben wanked his raging hard-on. Luke, his eyes wide at the sight of Ben's gushing prick, opened his mouth and felt a burst of Ben's generously seasoned milk pepper his throat and he tried to swallow, lick and yet still receive more all at the same time. His left eye suddenly stung as a globule of spunk landed in it and his nose and chin dripped with more of the same. The velocity and frequency of the shots suddenly slackened and Luke chanced to open his right eye to see Ben's fist wrapped around his cock and a trickle of thick jism running down through the fingers. Luke licked the fingers and took the prick back into his mouth sucking and licking, anxious to extract all that its dying embers had to offer. The heady acrid milk tasted wonderful, so much better than his own. Why the fuck didn't I just drink it all? Thought Luke, wishing he'd done better somehow.

"Mmm," moaned Ben contentedly, throwing his arms on to the bed, relaxing in post-ejaculatory warmth, "that was nice, much better than by myself."

Wishing to encourage the lad he continued, "That's the keenest blow-job I've ever had. Thanks."

"Fucking awesome!" said Luke sitting up and turning to look at the older boy, his face and hair blotchy with spunk.

As Ben beheld the smiling boy all glowing and flushed a droplet of cum fell from his chin.

"Come here and let me clean you up," said Ben pulling the youth on top of him.

He kissed Luke tenderly tasting his own cum on the sweet red lips and the two lads exchanged saliva and cum as tongues played and explored each other. Through the heady mixture Luke could taste milk and cheese, Ben's earlier snack, and he poked his hard meat into the older lad's smooth stomach and deflated cock.

Ben's hands held the boy's sweet lycra ass and felt the impatient cock grinding into him. He cleaned the youth's face, licking and tasting his cum and played along the slender boy's spine revelling in the feel of the silky cycling top sliding over skin and muscle. Holding the boy tight, having finished cleaning nose and chin, Ben rolled Luke over and positioned him-self on top of the teen.

"Now, let me show you what I do with your undies," said Ben lasciviously.

"Mmm," shuddered Luke, hardly able to contain himself now that the longed sought moment had come.

Ben got up from the hot sweating body to admire the view. The young teens basket seemed to glow with energy, the dampness of Ben's groin pressed against the black material had merely helped illuminate the scene further. Luke already possessed a healthy six-inch cock Ben noted, and the mushroom helmet was clearly visible. It was as though the black fabric didn't even exist. The thick vein he had felt earlier could be seen and the lovely balls too. Not only was the lad's cock coming on nicely but also the ball's were very much like his older brother's, rotund and large and looking as though they should be offering support to something greater. Well he is still a growing lad thought Ben, smiling. Wonder what their dad's packing? Thought Ben briefly.

The older teen put his hands to Luke's chest feeling its taut smoothness and the rigid nipples under the filmy yellow cycling vest. Bobbing down he kissed the nipples through the thin material and nipped them with his teeth causing the young lad to writhe in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Luke had never considered that his nipples might give pleasure and he could not explain the feelings wracking his body. Seeing the boy was spaced out on having his nipples worked on Ben took hold of the cycling vest and pulled it off in one movement. His handiwork revealed a smooth flawless torso. Two angry dark chocolate nipples lay upon the olive skin like fruit ripe for the picking. The teen was already well muscled; the 6-pack he displayed was certainly more developed than Benedict's own was. The delectable slim stomach disappeared into a valley between the twin peaks of the clearly perceptible ribs and pelvis. Meandering through the valley from the font of the puckered navel lay a river of black hair that grew as it flowed into the delta of a healthy black pubic bush. Ben couldn't see the black bush as the iron curtain of the coal black lycra hid it from view. He had no doubts that it was there however, he had seen this particular model before.

He's so like his brother thought Ben, part of his mind wishing for the real thing, another being more than happy with its substitute. No that's not fair he thought, Luke is no substitute, he's beautiful and desirable in his own right. God, things were getting complicated he thought. Yet he was unable to deny that the thought of fucking Simon's younger brother held a more than usual appeal. If this was the nearest he was ever going to get to his goal then so be it and let the devil take the rest he concluded. With this thought he savagely attacked Luke's nipples, rolling them in his teeth, nipping and nibbling, sucking and licking. The youth screamed for mercy – begged for more. Sweat poured from the lad making his body glisten and glow. Sated on the nipples, their mission accomplished, Ben licked down the flat smooth salty stomach, pausing briefly to dig at the navel with his tongue, before reaching his goal. Lying down between Luke's legs Ben buried his face in the lycra bulge and popped his hands under the boy to cup his succulent buttocks.

"Oh yes ... fuck, yes!" whimpered Luke as Ben mouthed his mound.

Soon the shorts were drenched in drool and spittle as Ben soaked the meaty cock and balls. His nose inhaled smoky incense and his mouth tasted sweet-cured young meat. The material became even darker, saturated and the cock throbbed and bulged provocatively in its pouch. Ben chewed on the mushroom and nibbled at the shaft. Though held tight in their lycra prison the balls were lashed and pummelled by Ben's expert tongue.

Luke's hands played with Ben's sandy blond hair and urged Ben on. The boy had never felt such exquisite pleasure; no wank had ever produced such rapture. The feel of hot breath and tongue working him over in his sexy shorts was awesome, fucking awesome! Ben Johnson is licking my cock, he thought, unbelievable. God, how he'd wanted this, dreamed about it, wanked him-self silly over it. Discovering the stolen briefs, making plans. Getting the shorts, saving them, deciding on today. Then the awful start, had he fucked it up? Then finally this, utter fucking fulfilment! Getting off with his older brother's best friend was just wild.

Indicating for the youth to turn over Ben began his attack on the bewitching ass. Luke splayed his legs wide and offered up his bum in what he hoped was a real turn-on. He needn't have worried his succulent cheeks were displayed at their best in the contour hugging lycra. Again Ben settled himself down between the smooth legs and systematically licked the cycling shorts. He found the material too resistant to push into the boy's crack with his tongue so he used his finger instead. He licked the two half-moons and nibbled at them before taking hold of the shorts to slide them down over the lithesome thighs. Pulling them off completely Ben gasped at the spectacle of the two bubble cheeks, speckled in pink where they'd been nipped by his tongue. The backs of the teen's thighs were lightly covered with black wispy hairs, which disappeared as they fell towards the olive smooth inner thighs. The lad's crack was also lightly fuzzed and the tight dark skinned pucker seemed to wink at him as if in recognition.

"Beautiful, its just so bloody beautiful Luke," admired Ben.

"Really? What is? My bum? ... You really like my bum?" said Luke somewhat amazed.

"Oh yes I do," Luke laughed. "Here, let me show you."

Dispensing with the preliminaries Ben dived into the boy's hot ass his tongue snaking out to lick the boy's dirty crack. Ben was amazed at the force that ran through Luke's body. Like an energy bolt passing through, he felt the teen almost lift from the bed. The strong acrid flavour of the boy's hole made his mouth water.

"Argh, ah, ah, ahh ... fuck!" screamed the entranced youth, not quite believing what was happening, the feel of the tongue at his secret place was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Despite his raging boner he nearly pissed himself. Luke had never really considered bum's before, not like that anyway. Sure, you fucked `em and they looked pretty, but this?

"You're licking my ass! My ass for fucksake!" exclaimed Luke.

"And?" said Ben, chuckling, taking his mouth reluctantly away from the tasty meal set before it. Ben was amused by the glorious absurdity of it all. It was like some scene from a farce; he was carrying on a conversation while laid between a boy's buttocks!

"You want me to stop?" he added.

"Err, fuck no!" cried Luke, "Its just that, well, you're licking my bum. Its like gross or what? God, what must it taste like! What about the shit?"

"Hmm, I've noticed you're not to careful wiping your ass sometimes," said Ben gently mocking, remembering his experiences with Luke's briefs.

"Hey, s'not fair!" cried Luke.

"Settle down," laughed Ben, "its okay, really. I'm only joshing you. Its not as bad as you think, its ... oh, I don't know, it just tastes good, real sexy like and the feel of it is just awesome. You don't like it?"

"No, it is awesome. Its just that I'd never thought about it before and --" the boy trailed off lamely.

"I know, but the best thing about it is me knowing what pleasure it gives you. Somebody did me recently and I'm still getting off on it," said Ben remembering Chris' expert tongue and looking forward to tomorrow. "Look Luke," he continued kindly, "just relax. You're here, you've a fantastically hot bod and I want you to enjoy yourself.

"Okay," said Luke, blushing, feeling embarrassed yet overjoyed that Ben thought him `hot,' "me and my big mouth, I'm sorry."

Intelligent, and like his older brother Science orientated, Luke was just being himself. He was always questioning, probing. He encountered an experience, analysed and assimilated it and then moved on. Sex he was discovering was different. You surrendered yourself to the experience and thought about it afterwards.

"No need to apologise, you're doing bloody marvellous," said Ben, gently kissing a firm hard buttock, sensing the boy's surrender, feeling the body around him ease. "Its my fault," said Ben, "you need to blow your load."

Ben realised that Luke would relax more once he'd cum, he knew something of the boy's nature, knew that his questions hid fears and anxieties. He resolved to wash them away in a tide of hot creamy boy-spunk. Besides, he thought, I can eat his ass before I fuck him.

Urgently, turning the youth over, Ben began preparations to remedy the situation. As expected Luke possessed a luxuriant black bush and a lovely thick six-inch cock, standing proud and rigid supported by two ripe large balls.

"Hmm, lovely, my first bit of cut cock," muttered Ben, using a term he'd picked up from the Internet, examining the boy's circumcised penis.

The dark pink helmet lay naked before him, the thick red vein pulsing, running along the dark skinned shaft. I should have known, he thought. The way every detail of the cock shone through the lycra, the lack of pre-cum too. Let's see what it tastes like.

Ben kissed the tip of the penis and licked down the shaft, finally tasting the tangy full-flavoured meat that had previously only teased him, its essence until then only known through the fabric of the boy's stolen underwear. Luke shuddered as Ben kissed and licked his painfully hard erection. Getting the cock good and wet Ben slavered all over it and he drooled over the beefy balls. He popped one into his mouth savouring its fleshy flavour and then with the help of his fingers crammed the other one in too. He thought of him-self as a baker, baking the balls and their hot load in the oven of his mouth. Luke was twitching and thrashing about the bed. Benedict, sensing the teen was getting close, slipped his lips over the dark meaty crown and slid down the shaft. In one movement he gobbled the thick hot boy-cock whole and entire, his tickled nostrils soon filled with smoky pubic essence.

Marvelling at Ben gobbling him, his cock producing untold pleasures in its newfound tight and moist home, the youth rammed his bucking cock. Taking hold of Ben's head, twisting and turning his body he ground the older youth into the bed. His weight transferring into Ben's face, he mindlessly fucked the hot orifice desperate to release the fiery burden of his bollocks. Benedict felt pummelled and tried to relax breathing through his squashed nose as pelvic bone and balls smashed against his chin. The fury of Luke's oral assault could not last and the pent-up dam of hot cream crashed through his cock coursing and splashing down the older teen's throat. Sandwiched between bed and boy, Ben could only receive. His scalp stung from the tufts of hair gripped by clenched fists, his eyes watered and his face was covered in the thick hot cum that boiled over from his lips. Luke was producing prodigious wads hot cum, the balls working overtime, finally delivering all that they promised. The young lad continued to buck and fuck feverishly, pumping copious streams of rich salty jism.

"Take it," he screamed as he rammed Ben's battered lips, "fuckin take it," as he slammed again into the gaping hole overloaded with cock and cum.

"Ugh, mmm," grunted Ben, attempting to swallow, his mouth and throat tingling as the sharp rich cream shot into him.

Feeling the violence of the eruption gradually decline Ben munched noisily on the cock, licking it, savouring all that it had to offer, draining its lusty venom.

Luke had collapsed on top of Ben, sweating, his chest heaved with ragged short breaths, his energy spent. Gradually Luke became aware of his surroundings, no longer caught up in the ecstasy of his first shared orgasm. The sound of Ben still working on him became detectable, the older boy slobbering over his gooey discharged marrow. It was like music to his ears. He'd finally done it with someone, with Ben Johnson too no less. A weight seemed to have lifted off his shoulders and he couldn't wait to explore further and discover new indescribable experiences. His earlier uncertainties had dissipated in the stream of cum he'd laced Ben's throat with, his doubts had dissolved in the blast of orgasm. Aware of poor Ben still pinned beneath him Luke lifted him-self off the lad and flopped on his back at his side. Grateful, Ben rolled towards the boy, snuggling his head in the warm pillow of the smooth hollowed stomach. The spell broken the two teens lay there for some time, recovering from the all-consuming ferocity of the moment.

"Well," said Ben, "what you think then?"

"Err, just the best," said Luke struggling to put into words what he felt, "it was fuckin amazing. Thank you Ben, thank you."

"Well you're certainly something," said Ben, awed, still feeling the vehemence of Luke's face fucking. "I thought I was gonna die impaled on your cock," he sniggered.

"Nah," said Luke, now more confident and assured, "more like drowned in my cum I reckon."

"That too," conceded Ben, "anyway, when I've recovered how about I get to work on your beautiful bum?"

"Sure, can't wait," replied Luke, "but will it hurt?" His old self, with all its questions, not entirely vanquished.

"Fuck yes! When I got first fucked (there had only been the one occasion so far but Ben decided not to complicate things – it made him sound more worldly wise he thought) I thought my ass was on fire. But then after a while it was wild, really hot. It made me cum too."

"Without touching you dick?" sought Luke, somewhat incredulous.

"Wow!" he exclaimed upon receiving a nod of confirmation from Ben, "cool."

"No, hot, definitely hot," said Ben, "let me show you."

Rousing him-self the tall golden youth placed himself between Luke's legs and grasping the sleek toned legs thrust the boy's knees up around his ears. He plunged his face into the boy's exposed ass-crack. The dark meaty rosebud stretched taut, lay open to his probing tongue. He stabbed at the tiny dark hole and his tongue darted out of its lair to invade virgin territory. Luke whimpered as the hot tongue probed deep into his rectum. The thought of the school Head Boy licking his dirty boy-hole suddenly seemed alluring, sexy, and the teen used his hands to help widen the breech. Benedict had decided that rather than lick he would concentrate on tongue fucking the wondrous chiselled ass. His tongue thrust repeatedly deep into the boy, spearing him, sending bolts of pleasure shivering through the trembling body. The strong greasy flavour complemented the fragrance that filled his nostrils. Hungrily he munched at the ass, eating Luke, consuming his hidden treasure. Luke thrashed and moaned encouragement, willing himself to open further and allow Ben free rein.

"Hang on, back in a mo," said Ben suddenly withdrawing his face from the molten orifice.

Ben got off the bed and ran to his parent's bedroom, entering their bathroom he soon found what he wanted. He ran back to his own room clutching the small bottle of his mother's hand cream to his bosom. Must remember to buy something for Friday he thought, hoping and thinking of Simon.

"We need some lube," he stated, flourishing the bottle in his hand, as he re-entered his room to the sight of a glassy eyed Ben splayed like St. Andrew's cross on his bed.

Settling back on to the bed he unscrewed the bottle. Unbidden, Luke drew his knees up around his ears holding them there with his hands. Ben poured some of the oil onto his fingers and then carefully poured some direct into the young lad's asshole.

"Hmm," mouthed Luke, holding his breath, his body tensing at the cool oil invading his fiery hole.

Ben eased his index finger into the boy pushing slowly yet insistently until his knuckle rested against the boy's puckered flesh. Luke squirmed with pleasure at this new, deeper probe. He's right this is great, he thought. Soon a second glazed finger appeared at his opening and Luke relaxed, inviting it in. Upon entry Luke grasped the oily digit with his ass muscles and drew it deeper into him.

By now Ben had found the boy's prostate and both boys watched silently in awe as Luke's cock twitched in time with the rhythm of Ben's probing. The hot virgin ass was incredibly tight and Ben eased another finger into the tacky tunnel. He pushed Luke further back, advancing the opening in the ass, allowing him to flex the muscles and prepare them for the coming invasion. Luke's cock banged into his nose and he wriggled with pleasure as oil, trickling from his ass, tickled his spine as it flowed down his body. Ben withdrew his fingers to a healthy pop' and pouring a little oil onto his gummy fingers slicked up his cock which was painfully erect as it begged to be unleashed. His tumescent 6 and a half inches seemed to sniff Luke's boy-cunt and it strained to be unchained, the foreskin drawn tight back over the cock-head leaked its natural lubricant. Eager to enjoy his first fuck, his first cherry' he suddenly realised, he positioned his glistening knob at the gaping slimy hole.

"Now we'll go slow. If you want me to stop I will. Promise," said Ben looking gently at Luke.

Luke, speechless his ass on fire with deep yearning, could only nod.

Gently Ben eased his angry pink knob into the boy, pausing a while, letting the lad get the feel. Sensing the young teen relaxing he pushed a little more and was surprised when his golden shaft slid into the fantastically tight ass up to its hilt. Ben paused feeling nonplussed. Luke it transpired was a natural fuck.

True, it had burnt when his ass was penetrated at first but it hadn't been long and Benedict had been gentle with him, thought Luke. Then when Ben had pushed Luke had just felt him-self melt around the steely shaft. It seemed so natural, really beautiful. His bum was full of cock and he loved it. He felt -- whole. Before he'd been somehow incomplete only he hadn't known it. This was just so--so right, no other word for it. As Ben rested in him he could feel his ass full of slick living prick, and tingled at the touch of Ben's peachy balls.

Excepting the miracle, for that is how it seemed, Ben withdrew a good five inches and slowly slid forward again. The boy's petal unfolded before him, amazing. No resistance just an exquisite cock hugging feeling, the boy seemed to melt around his cock vacuuming him in. Wedged between the teen's tight hot muscles, Ben realised it was more a case of being taken rather than giving.

Luke had almost screamed at Ben when he first withdrew his pleasure tool. How could he leave me? He had discovered an insatiable hunger, a burning need. His itch for cock would take him on many journeys though despite all that was to come this moment would never leave him.

Feeling as though he could just lay there and dissolve into the younger boy Ben forced himself to begin again. By an act of will he pulled his cock out of the boiling bubbling hole. Overcoming its treacly resistance he managed to extract enough cock and grabbing the boy's legs violently thrust deep into him.

Luke moaned, "Fuck me, Ben, fuck my bum."

Soon establishing a metronomic rhythm the sexy schoolboy athlete propelled him-self in and out of the young teen-stud's heavenly arse. His balls ached under their ceaseless battering, jangling agitatedly in their bludgeoned sack. Sweat poured out of Ben, droplets sprayed from his hair dousing Luke, his breathing became increasingly ragged and animal grunts escaped between clenched teeth.

"More, harder, fuck me harder," begged Luke, sweat from his body drenching the bedclothes his prick and balls swinging and swaying in a frenzied arch over his smooth stomach. His deep-seated itch, buried deep within him and unknown until now, begged to be scratched by Ben's blade.

"R--R--Ramming speed," panted Ben, summoning his last reserves of energy. Emitting a visceral scream he speared the young teen with all his force, up on his toes he poured all his weight and force into the boy. He ploughed into the virgin ass and, his body wracked with intense pleasure, shot his thick scalding load into the flawless tight hole.

The feel of Ben exploding within him, thick steamy cream shooting into his seared pulverised ass caused Luke to quiver and writhe. His own throbbing cock responded and spewed out hot steaming boy-cream. The agitated sex pistol shot globules of thick cream all over Luke, splattering his chest and face, sprinkling the pillow and spattering the pine headboard.

Ben collapsed in a heap on top of Luke, spent, and the younger boy held him tight, hugging him kissing the crown of his head. The two lads slid and sloshed in the pool of Luke's still steaming cum. Ben's devoured cock slipped from Luke's grasp and the older youth kissed the hairless teen torso before sliding off the boy.

The two schoolboy's lay side by side seemingly contemplating Ben's bedroom ceiling yet in reality seeing far beyond such earthly boundaries.

After a while Luke stretched over to kiss Ben,

"Thanks," he said, "you're great."

"Thanks to you too," said Ben nibbling on Ben's lower lip. "Or should we thank your pants? After all, they're what got us here."

"Indeed," laughed Luke. "To my pants!"

"I'm really glad it was you Ben, you're dead sexy. I must be the luckiest lad at school," continued Luke.

"Err, thanks, you're not too bad yourself," said Ben, "and what a fuck!"

"Hmm," giggled Luke, blushing, "I did enjoy it I must say."

Ben though still had things weighing on his mind and, almost despite him-self, he asked the question he had to ask.

"You're not going to tell Simon are you?" Ben asked, suddenly tense and alert.

"Simon! Fuck no!" said Luke somewhat surprised. "As if I'm gonna tell anybody."

Luke was at that age where he regarded his older brother as something of a pain. Okay, sure, he wanked off with his brother's briefs, but that was more for the taste and feel than anything else. He did not even fancy his brother. Well, occasionally he jacked off about being forced to chew on his brother's big dick but hey, not often. Simon was just, well, Simon, his brother. End of story, period. As for Simon and Ben he knew they were best friends for God's sake, as if he'd tell Simon. Did Ben think he was thick? Unless...

"You really like my brother don't yer?" challenged Luke, turning to look at Ben.

Ben could only nod and stare at the boy's left nipple, averting his eyes. He wished he could have laughed off the suggestion or made light of it but he couldn't.

"I understand, I think," proffered Luke tentatively, "s'cool."

The slight catch in the boy's voice did not go unnoticed by Ben.

"So, who'd you fancy then?" Ben asked, recovering somewhat.

Luke reeled off a few names, all of them known and liked by Ben too.

"I like girls too," said Luke somewhat anxiously, and he rattled off a few more names, this time of girls. Ben recognised some of the names though others passed him by. Whilst a he numbered not a few girls among his friends they were all in the 6th Form. The only names he really knew lower down the school belonged to boy's who had caught his eye

"But, there's someone else too, someone special, am I right?" questioned Ben, looking Luke straight in the eye, sure he'd got this one right.

"Well, err yeah, you're right there is someone I really like. Its just that ... Oh, I dun'no its never gonna happen," cried Luke.

"Who is it?" asked Ben gently stroking the young teen's thigh.

"Chris, Chris Morgan. There, I've said it! Never told anyone before now," said Luke.

"Chris Morgan!" exclaimed Ben. God, am I blushing he thought?

"Don't sound so surprised, he's all right really," said Luke sounding somewhat offended, defensive.

"No, err I mean yes, sure, he's cool. A real nice lad, Luke, I've noticed him myself. Good for you," said Ben recovering his poise.

Jeeze that was close thought Ben. Imagine if he knew where I was going tomorrow? Bloody hell, Chris and Luke! Images, sensations flooded through Ben's mind, Chris' probing tongue his frenzied face-fuck, Luke's beautiful receptive ass. God, they were made for one another he concluded. And I'm in the way. How's Chris gonna notice Luke if he's still chasing me? Determined to play the role of matchmaker, he found that suddenly to be rather alluring, Ben asked a question.

"Why d'yer say its not gonna happen Luke?"

"Oh I dun'no," said the boy, sounding defeated, "its just that ... we mix in the same circles an all but we never seem to get along. I say the wrong fucking thing, or he does, and we fight and argue."

Shaking his head, sighing, Luke continued.

"He drives me fuckin wild Ben, he's so hot and I desperately want to cop off with him. When I see him my stomach just feels sick and--" he trailed off.

"S'okay, I understand," said Ben, "you're probably too keyed up, too nervous, so that when you're together it doesn't happen. You ever had him over to stay?"

Luke shook his head, "How could I? I mean--"

"That's my point Luke you think inviting him over means he'll know you want to get off with him. Remember what's obvious to you isn't to him," proffered Ben kindly, wishing he could take his own advice to heart.

Don't they say we see other people's problems easier thought Ben? He knew what Luke was feeling he felt the same about Simon. No need for Luke to make the same mistakes, surely? Plus, Ben definitely knew that Chris was not going to be put off by the thought of sex with another boy. Now if I can just get them together...

"Look," said Ben, "Simon's away on Friday night. Why not invite Chris over to stay? Go to a movie or into town, away from school, just the two of you, things might be better. What yer got to lose?"

"Hmm," nodded Luke, though sounding far from convinced, "we've both slept over at other friends but he's never invited me to his."

"Have you ever invited him to you?"

"Err, no."

"Exactly!" cried Ben, "Try it, at worst you might cop an eyeful when's he getting ready for bed."

"True," enthused Luke, "I love seeing him at PE and when we've slept over at our mates I always get into my sleeping bag first so I can check him out and play with my hardon."

Ben laughed the boy's experience was the same as his own.

"You might consider letting him get ready first so he can check you out. You're a hottie yourself Luke," encouraged Benedict.

Wish it was that easy, he thought, I've tried that one too and it still got me nowhere with Simon.

"Okay, I'm gonna ask him. Thanks Ben, you're the best" smiled Luke, feeling more confident after his first sex and then this chat with the older boy.

Luke, almost bashfully kissed Ben on the cheek.

Ben looked at the time it was 3.00pm. Suddenly aware that his family could return he was anxious to get on and clean up his room.

"Great," said Ben, "go for it. However, just at the mo I think we better tidy up and you better make tracks."

"Okay," said Luke cheerily, "no probs, but really thanks for everything Ben it was great."

"Same here," said Ben getting up off the bed.

He decided the duvet cover would have to be washed and the pillow case too. It was splattered with Luke's drying cum. He'd pop them in the washing machine and tell his mother he'd spilt a drink. Minor hassle only, no great problems. Luke wiped down the pine headboard, the globules of thick cum leaving bleached blotches on the wood.

"Oh shit, look," cried Luke, "I'm sorry Ben."

"Hmm," said Ben examining the wood, "it'll dry, and if not, well I guess I'll have something to remember you by," he laughed.

"Me too, don't forget," said Luke brandishing Ben's CK's.

"Sure," said Ben, "I'll collect `em in the week."

The two lads dressed quickly, Ben choosing some straightforward white cotton briefs from his drawer. Luke's lycra cycling shorts weren't too bad the lustrous black hiding most of the mess. Stripping the bedclothes the two lads headed off downstairs.

"You ever got off with him?" asked Luke.

"Who?" asked Ben, suddenly on guard.

"Simon of course," said Luke.

"Nah," said Ben, relieved, he'd thought the younger lad had meant Chris.

"Typical, my brother is a stupid fuck at times. He doesn't know what he's missing," concluded Luke.

"Err, yeah, sure," said Ben, not wanting to get into this.

"Aw well," Luke continued unconcerned, "good luck anyway, he could do with a good fuckin. It might just loosen him up," he laughed.

"Err, thanks," said Ben, "thanks for everything, let me know how you get on with Chris."

"Sure," said Luke, "I'll see you around, no doubt."

"Yeah, no doubt," said Ben leaning forward to kiss the boy.

"Go on," he continued, playfully slapping the tight lycra ass, "off with you, before I start on that great ass of yours."

"And I get my lips round that great cock of yours," laughed Luke, pinching Ben's cock through the denim.

The two boys pecked at each other's lips and exchanged good-byes. Taking his bike Luke headed to the front door. Ben opened the door and observed the young teen leave, taking in the beautiful bum perched on the saddle. He watched as Luke cycled down the avenue. Luke turned and waved. Ben waved in return and waited until Luke rounded the corner. Closing the door he sank against the wood and sighed. He'd just learnt an important lesson and would be more careful in future. The memory of his bowels turning to ice when Luke confronted him had not been forgotten. As for Luke, well the sex had been great and he was obviously into a lot of the things that Ben liked too. However, he felt he could do without the added complications. He resolved to try and gently turn Chris away from him-self and towards Luke. Another part of him however, considered the treat of an awesome threesome with the two young teens. Sticking his love's younger brother had a certain something that he couldn't deny! Shaking his head and smiling to him-self Ben headed off to the kitchen to pop the dirty laundry into the washing machine.

I better get back to work thought Ben, as the washing machine began its cycle, or I really will have to stay behind tomorrow and study. He'd got plans, a seed to lay, and he needed to see Chris. The thought of the hot teen's tongue scouring his bowels had nothing to do with it you understand. This was business, Ben concluded, and his face broke into a sexy smile.

Going upstairs he soon replaced Dom's briefs under their pillow and settled down to his essay. It was to be no great surprise when his teacher later remarked that the second half had not fulfilled the promise of the first.

Should I go on?