Ow ow, people that seem to enjoy a bit more than your average love story. Hope this chapter satisfies your trouser-snake with one eye that will spit if provoked. Or, for those weird ladies out there who can't get enough of man on man porn stories, your hole(s?) will surely be stimulated.
Disclaimer: 100% fiction, coincidence if it resembles real life, no sex without permission, you catch my drift. Shyah!
Also, it has been brought to my attention that on Chapter Nine I wrote Chapter Ten would be released in March 2013, but as we all know, March is long gone. I meant May. I got my M months mixed up, and Chapter Ten is out, okay, okay, thanks.
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Benjy's Boy: Chapter Eleven
I strolled confidently into the Park Popham Hotel on Saturday morning, determined to get at least an internship or apprenticeship, something along the lines of a job. Jasper had ordered me to become employed by this specific hotel, and I didn't want to let him down, knowing exactly what was at stake.
I trembled, but only slightly. It was truly a beautiful hotel. Sublime wooden desks and ancient carpets, with dangling diamond chandeliers and silvery candelabras decorating each table and desk top. Crimson curtains covered each wall, for the reason I did not know. It seemed to be packed with people, all finely dressed in posh and luxurious outfits much too expensive for your average Popham person. They were all obviously businessmen and women, floundering in the town for the next big thing.
I managed to blend in as much as I could, albeit I found that a hard job compared to what I stood next to: a posh, tight-faced woman with firm cheekbones and a silky dark green dress suit. I ambled passed her, and wandered to the Concierge Desk.
"Uh, hello," I asked the skinny teen man dressed in bright red clothing behind the desk. It seemed a mockery of a uniform, to be truthful.
"How can I help?" he quivered, forcing his eyes to look away from me.
"I'm looking for a job, can I have one here?" I asked plainly. "An internship, apprenticeship, something... anything?"
"You'll have to see the manager, Mister Mauling. He's in charge around here."
"Don't you know of any open positions, though?"
"Bellboy, I think, but I can't be sure. There's the manager now, him in the pink suit."
"It's burgundy. The colour, I mean. Burgundy is a mixture between red and pink, and... Oh, sorry," I stuttered, realizing my idiocy.
"No, do not apologize. It is Barker here who has the colour wrong. It is burgundy, very much so. My favourite colour. You have a sharp eye, young man. Why don't I know you?" asked Mister Mauling, the manager, who shadily appeared behind me and caused me a fright. I jumped, but calmed at his kind and almost soothing words. He had an extremely African accent, like a Nigerian. Or, Jamaican (which I know is not in Africa).
I turned and looked at the man simply, trying not to give too much away with my face.
He had chocolate brown skin and a shaved bald head, but was quite a tall man among most. He was decorated in a fine burgundy suit that brightened the room and made him stand out.
"I... I'm looking for a job, here. An internship or something," I announced.
"Oh, you are, are you? Well, I don't know about any open positions here, but I'll see what I can do. Barker, look after the boy, will you? I'll fetch the papers."
"Thank you, Mister Mauling," I thanked, smiling lightly.
The odd man turned swiftly and headed behind the counter. He thumped straight into Barker and traipsed through a shiny varnished door behind the desk. I knew it must have led to the employee parts of the Park Popham Hotel.
After the curious manager had vanished, I noticed Barker become a lot less tense. His eyes relaxed but not by much. He seemed rather frightened to be working there, if truth be told.
"Do you have a first name, then?" I asked him wonderingly, resting my arms against the desk and staring right into his face. He had charcoal hair, but he was cute. He had a little button nose and reddened lips, with grey and weary eyes.
The boy shuddered, and held back a frightful sound. "I... I do. It's Jacob... Jake. What is yours?"
"What? Mine? Oh. Daniel... Daniel Smith," I lied. I wouldn't actually give out my real name on a task for Jasper. I hadn't established a persona though, it was kind of on the spot. "Is this a nice place to work, then, Jake?"
"It's... It's n-" he began, but hesitated and stopped as the door behind him slowly glided open, and out-stepped the odd Mister Mauling, readjusting his salmon pink tie and placing a few papers onto the concierge desk.
"As it so happens, you are in luck. Bellboy is needed. Would you like that?" he asked, an odd grin on his face.
"Don't I need experience or something?" I asked, precariously.
"Why would you? You carry luggage for the customers, it isn't a hard job to do. Sign the papers if you want it, but otherwise, I must leave you now. Here comes Dame Judy Dench. Dame! Dame!" and the man in the burgundy suit was off with the wind.
I knelt over the desk and used one of the hotel pens to fill in the forms with a bunch of bullshit. Names, contact information, all of this and that. After that, I pushed them over to Jake and winked cheekily at him.
His eyes lit up in surprise, but then returned to their frightened state.
"So, when will I be expected to start?" I asked the boy idly.
"He'll want you here tomorrow, with the rest of us. 7:00 A.M." The boy blushed and looked away, and I left with a wave of my hand. Once I was outside of the Park Popham Hotel, I headed into the park opposite, the Popham Park. I noticed that it was a nice day, the sky filled with no clouds and the sun booming with its bright yellow face. I could hear the birds singing and the dogs barking, and could tell spring was here, and that summer was probably just around the corner. The leaves on the trees had regrown, and the flowers were once again blooming. I sighed. I hated the spring and summer months. I was a hay-fevered person, you see. Itchy eyes, blocked nose, fucked up throat, the lot. Especially the sneezing. It annoyed me so horribly. Yet I endured, each year.
Eventually, I arrived at my bench. It became a ritual of mine to go there whenever I needed to speak with Jasper. I sat, alone as usual. It was a rear part of the park, shaded and dull. It wasn't a very pleasant or appealing place.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Jasper's number. It rang a few times, before his shadowy voice answered the phone sternly.
"I have a job as bellboy," I announced simply.
"Already? Good boy. Who did you speak with?" he answered mischievously.
"I saw an odd man, the manager."
"Mauling..." he whispered.
"Yes. He wasn't a very pleasant man, but he seemed okay, I guess. I also met Jake... Jacob Barker."
"Making friends there already, I see. When are you supposed to start, then?"
"They told me tomorrow morning. When I'm there, I think I'll try to meet a few more employees, try to make friends, but I don't know..." I trailed on awkwardly.
"Yes, just do that. But steer clear of Mauling. He's the bastard. Remember, come to the address I gave you on Monday after you have made friends at this hotel. I suppose you did a fine job... Kayden. Or, should I say Daniel Smith?" I heard a harsh laugh on the other side of the line, but only just. "I'll be in touch."
"Bye," I managed to say, before the line went dead. Why did he always say those last four words, at the end of every phonecall? And who was that laughing? It wasn't Jasper. It was definitely the laugh of a woman, or a very high-pitched man. It simply couldn't be Jasper. His voice was too deep and croaky.
I stood up from the bench and left the Popham Park, heading to Victoria's house. The girl was rich, and therefore owned a decent mansion. And that meant that the gang I hung with would be there, too, ever since the Alley was a crime scene and the Hangout more of a Friday night place.
Once I got there, I was greeted by Victoria's parents. They were always kind, perhaps too kind, but they were nice people.
"Hello there, Kayden. It is lovely to see you once again." They had the Queen's English accent. Very posh and arrogant. but they were exactly the opposite. "Victoria and her friends are in the basement. You know thw way."
I thanked Victoria's red-headed parents and stepped down the hallway of their home. It was so richly designed, it was by far grander than the Park Popham Hotel. The chandelier no doubt had real diamonds in. But before I had enough time to appreciate the loveliness of Victoria's home, I was at the door to the basement.
I pulled open the doorknob and slowly descended the stairs, making sure my hair was how I liked it. No one had seen the blond, other than Benjy. I had avoided everyone else since it happened.
"Who's there?" asked Victoria, who ran to the bottom of the stairs and yelped at the sight of me. "Kay! What the fuck?!"
"What's wrong? asked Elizabeth.
"What have you done?!" Victoria asked, her face shocked.
"What's he done?" Asked the voice of Molly Skinner, the Mayor of Popham's daughter. She was a nice person when she wanted to be, but she was resented for her eccentricity. If there was one person to dress weirder than Gaga, it was Molly Skinner.
"I need to see this!" Ali announced, scurrying like a rat to the bottom of the stairs I reached them. "Fucking hell..." she spoke solemnly.
"It looks great!" Molly announced from the farthest side of the basement, lying down in a bean-bag. She hadn't even bothered to get up like Ali, Victoria and Elizabeth.
"You look like a girl," Victoria told truthfully.
All I got from Elizabeth was her devious smile. I needed to have more guy friends, I told myself. But then I saw Benjy, Vinny, Chris, and Adrian crowded around Molly. I was fine.
"Stop pestering him, for fuck sake. He looks fine," Adrian announced. Adrian was always kind to me, and that wasn't the only reason I thought he was a fitty.
"Dennie always looks adorable," spoke a voice I couldn't match a body to. It was a new voice, but I only knew one person who called me Dennie.
"Elise?" I asked, stupefied as she came into view from behind a crevice in the wall. She looked positively angelic. Her little brown hair with the red ribbons in it, her unique face. She was wearing a short purple dress with lace tights and gloves, and that red lipstick I liked. She was probably the one girl in all of the universe that I was truly attracted to. "What the serious fuck?!"
She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth, before she ran towards me and embraced me in a warm and extremely long hug. "I've missed you!" she exasperated.
"You too! When did you get back from Bermuda?"
"Last night,2 she whispered in my ear, refusing to separate from me. She nibbled on my ear, too, knowing I liked that.
After she stopped strangling me, everyone began to settle back down. They stopped wowing over my new hair colour and turned back to their conversations. In about ten minutes, Benjy and Adrian were deep in conversation, with Vinny making out with Molly and Chris fast asleep on Elizabeth's shoulder as she happily snogged Victoria. Oh, and Ali, who was dancing by herself in the corner of the basement. But me and Elise were on the other side of the room, sitting on the stairs, talking. I hadn't seen her in so long, and there was so much to talk to her about. She was my real best friend.
"I can't believe this," she said meekly. "You didn't just... oooo... you fucking cutie!" she said, after I told her I was gay. "I always knew of course."
"Did you fuck! You fancied me when we were younger. And there was that one time... remember? Ha. Yeah, you remember," I joked with her.
"Which time?" she smiled. "The time we had our first kiss, or the time we had a sleepover and-"
"Oh my god, no, just stop there!" I chuckled.
"You've changed so much, babe," she said, resting her head on my shoulder.
"I haven't. You just weren't here when I wanted to tell you."
"So have you... you know..." she finished her sentence by creating a hole with her two fingers and using another to penetrate that hole.
I turned a deep shade of purple, and I knew that she knew.
"You have! Fucking hell. I'm the only virgin left in this group."
"Who would have thought?" I joked.
"Who with, then?" she asked.
"My eyes flashed from Benjy then to my shoes, precariously. I wondered if she saw, but I couldn't be sure.
"Who's the new guy you just checked out?" she mumbled. "Oh. Wait..." she began piecing it together. "No! No! Dennie, you naughty bastard! You've bagged yourself a looker. If he wasn't yours, trust me, I'd make him be mine."
I lifted her face and hugged her again, before the night would come to a close. But, I knew it wasn't over. With Ali nearby, there was no chance of anyone escaping so early. I suspected she was about to do something, right before she did. The bitchy girl stopped her lonely dance by herself and walked into the centre of the room. It was more of a strut, moving her legs more than she should, waving her hips sensually.
"Right, listen up, bitches! Truth or dare, now!" she screamed, waking up sleeping Chris and stopping the kisses between Molly and Vinny, and Victoria and Elizabeth. Elise and I strolled over beside her, followed by Vinny and Molly, a lazy Chris, Benjy, Adrian, and Victoria and Elizabeth. We all ambled across the floor, forming a circle. Benjy sat opposite me, and I gave him a sharp wink when he looked at me.
"Start with the celebrity guest star, shall we?" Ali slurred. "Elise, truth or dare?"
Elise shrugged as she sat beside me, and then mouthed "Dare."
"Hmmm," Ali contemplated slyly, looking from me to Elise with her piercing blue eyes. A horrible smile spread across her face. "I dare you to make out with Kay."
I gave a smile just as evil back to her. She wasn't expecting that reaction from me, so her eyes squinted every so slightly. The stupid bitch thought she had won, but I never went down without a fight.
Elise looked at me and smiled sexily, before she shrugged and said "Fine. Easy." She grabbed the back of my head and brought me in for a kiss. I felt her lips press against mine, lock with them. Then her tongue began hitting my lips, and I opened my mouth to welcome her.
We broke apart. The strawberry flavour of her lipstick was all over my mouth. It was a flavour I recognized.
We turned to Ali at the same time and laughed at her. Her attempt to create an awkward situation had been thwarted. She had no idea Elise and I had kissed plenty of times before.
"Fine. Kayden, your turn. Truth or dare," Ali sulked, her face a little angered.
"Truth." Once I said it, I immediately regretted it. I was the type of person to choose the easy option, and telling a little truth seemed easier than getting dared to do something probably awful. I always chose truth, but now I wish I hadn't.
That same smile flashed across Ali's face.
"Kay, tell everyone... are you g-" she started.
"Alison, you don't mind if I ask him, do you?" Victoria interrupted. She knew exactly what Alison was going to ask, and even if she finished her question, everyone would look straight at me and see me blush. They would all know immediately. But Victoria stopped her. She knew. For you full-time readers, you will know that Victoria hid in my kitchen a few weeks ago and overheard Ali call me GayKay, unknowingly outing me to her. She knew I was gay, and she stopped Ali from announcing it.
"Have you and Elise ever... did it, or something like it?" she asked,, giving me a bright and encouraging smile as she did. I thanked her mentally, for stopping Ali from outing me. Only three people in that room knew the truth, and I didn't want any one else to know.
"We haven't had sex," I said briefly. "But we have done... something like it."
"What?" Ali asked, utterly shocked.
I looked over to Benjy, and he didn't seem to care.
"Details!" Ali screamed hurrying over to us and breaking the circle.
"No!" Elise and I said at the same time.
"C'mon. Just say it, we're all friends here," Molly encouraged.
"Ugh. Fine," Elise gave in. "When we were younger, we had a sleepover. And, we shared my bed. And, we weren't exactly wearing pj's that night. We were very close. We ARE very close."
"What did you do?" Victoria asked, dying for details.
"I wanked him off," Elise announced, Benjy smiling as she did.
"And I fingered her," I told, proud.
The entire circle began laughing, most in shock, others because of the hysteria of the situation. Benjy laughed the most.
The rest of the night was uneventful. The truths weren't as major, and the dares didn't get any more sexual than gropes or dry-humping. Sadly. But what was interesting and eventful was Benjy's turn. It was truth, and it was my turn to ask the question.
"Who was your first?" I asked.
"My first? Oh, it was with Jeremy Roberts," he told aloud, in front of everyone. He had outed himself, and on purpose!
"What?" I asked, stunned, just like everyone else. Except the three who knew, who just acted.
I was just shocked that he actually came out. The brave fucker.
"You're gay?" Chris asked him.
"Yeah," was his simple reply.
"Cool," Chris replied.
Other than those events, nothing else interested me for the rest of the night. Alison stripped to her underwear, a few people resumed kissing, and the rest started a game of strip poker. I saw Adrian naked. He was VERY gifted. The night ended with spin the bottle, but I didn't play. I was too busy with Elise, talking. I couldn't believe this entire night. Elise was back; Benjy had outed himself; and Ali lived up to her potential of being a complete bitch. Oh, and then there is the fact that Adrian surpassed nine inches, and Chris announced his bisexuality. Other than that,I'd say the day was a normal one.
Thanks for reading, guys. I've spend a lot of time trying to rethink the plot,and I'm changing the story a lot more from your typical love story. People die, no one is safe. Chapter Twelve will be out sometime in early May 2013.
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