Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 22:29:00 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ferret chapter 10

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WARNING! WARNING! This story contains situations where boys find themselves
expressing desires for homosexual relationships.

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Previously In Ferret

I put the phone down and turned to see a smiling Billy coming out of the
study.  He flashed me an okay sign before heading back upstairs.

"Dad, can you take me round Ben's in about fifteen please?" I asked.

"Sure thing, just let me speak with Bobby and you go put a decent set of
clothes on," he said, swatting me on the backside.

I grimaced slightly, which he saw.

"Sorry Matt, I forgot you'd been caned," Dad said, rubbing my shoulders.

I ran upstairs and put on my nicest Ben Sherman shirt and a pair of three
quarter length shorts.  I fiddled with my hair to make sure it was spiked
to perfection, earning a giggle from Billy who had walked in the bathroom
to clean his hands after doing his art homework.

"You look dressed to thrill Fez," he said.

"Hope so," I told him.  "I really wanna make a good impression with Ben.
He's not like the other kids in my year, he's not afraid of the Blacks and
what people think if he hangs with me."

I got a hug from Billy as Chris was yelling at me to get a move on.  I ran
downstairs and put on my trainers and bundled myself into Chris's BMW and
we sped off towards the Hurst's house.



Chapter Ten.

I waved bye to Chris as he dropped me outside Ben's house.  The front door
was already open as Ben stood in the doorway.  I smiled at the sight of
him.  He had a salmon pink tight t-shirt and black cargo shorts that
stopped just below his pale knees.  Black trainer socks completed the
package, and little Matt certainly appreciated the picture.

"Hey Cane boy," he greeted me with a giggle.

"How ya doing sorry ass boy," I retorted, as I brushed past him to enter
his house.  I felt a shock pass through my body as our bare arms lightly
and briefly touched.



A tall, stocky man came out of the kitchen and smiled at me.

"You must be the prize fighter I've heard so much about then," Mr Hurst
said, keeping the grin on his face.

"Um, yes sir," I replied politely.  I do have manners you know.  Just that
I don't use them much.

"Please call me Jim," Jim said.  He reached out his hand and I took it,
shaking it firmly.  A trick that Chris had taught me, business men like a
firm handshake.

I studied Ben's Dad for a moment, and immediately saw likenesses in the two
of them.  The hair and eyes were the same, although Jim was tanned whereas
Ben wasn't.  I mentally shook myself out of a trance and, after accepting
the offer of some cokes, the two of us headed up to Ben's room.



I pushed the door open nervously and stepped into my angel's lair.  The
room was, I was pleased to see, messy like mine is.  I spotted a pair of
dirty briefs and some socks on the floor, which when Ben saw me looking,
flushed and scooted over and kicked them under the bed.  There was a
Manchester United quilt on his bed, and pictures of the team pinned on a
couple of the walls.  There were also lots of pictures of McFly and the
Backstreet Boys, along with some of the younger Leo Di Capprio when he was
hot.  Ben sat on his bed and patted the spot next to it.

"So, do you wanna play some games or watch a dvd?" he asked.

"How about we talk and listen to some music instead?" I replied.

He shrugged and hit the remote to his stereo and, of course, McFly's
greatest hits started playing.

I turned my nose up, which brought a punch from Ben.

"Hey!  They're good you know!" Ben said, defending them.

"Good looking maybe, but come on, it's cheesy pop rock!  You'll be telling
me you have the Same Difference album next," I joked.

I saw a flush creep up his face.

"NO WAY!" I doubled over on his bed in laughter.  "They were like the most
annoying group ever on the X Factor, and they were way to close to be a
normal brother and sister.  Must be incest going on there!"

Ben did actually have to agree with me on that point, but still, he had
their album, a fact that could give me ammunition for weeks!  We both
settled down, and I saw Ben's face get serious.

"I guess you have guessed, with all of this, that I'm gay," he said softly.
"If you don't want to know me, then that's fine..."

I shushed him.  "The shower thing was a big hint ya know."  I leaned into
him and kissed him softly on the lips.  "I think I am as well, but I do
know one thing for certain, I really like you Ben."

The uncertainty left his face and was replaced by a huge grin.  He leaned
in to kiss me again, but I pulled away.  I saw confusion in his eyes.

History and confession time I guessed had arrived.

"Ben, before we get into something, there's stuff you need to know about
me.  Please let me tell it, and then you can decide what you want to do."

"What do you mean, what I want to do?" he replied.

"There's a lot of history that I'm gonna tell ya, and you may not want to
start anything with me after you know what I've done."  I whispered to him.

He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently.

"I think I'm falling for you Matt, and it would take something huge to make
me not want to spend time with you."



Here goes then, I thought.



"About four years ago, I hit the streets coz my Mom died.  I didn't know
who was my Dad, and I joined a gang.  To survive, we did lots of things
that were against the law.  I stole things, set up burglaries, lifted
peoples wallets and the like.  Some of the gang slept with people for
money, and others sold drugs."

"Billy and Bobby were in the gang weren't they," Ben guessed.  "That's why
Ethan was going on as he was today.  They did stuff for money."

"Yeah, they did.  They liked it and it paid well, so they kept doing it.  I
never did, mainly because I was too young to know really what they were
doing, not that men didn't offer them money to get me to go along with
them."

Ben hugged me to show he still was okay with me, so I continued.

"We left the gang after one of them was going to rape me, to introduce me
into being a prossie, but Billy had heard him talk about it, and followed
him and killed him.  He was Keith's cousin, Keith ran the gang.  Anyway,
that's when we met Chris.  He took us home, fed us and took us in.  He
adopted us a year later, just over a year ago."

"Does he, like, maybe do any of you?" Ben asked.

I suppose I should have seen the question coming, but it caught me by
surprise, and because I didn't answer straight away, I must have confirmed
Ben's suspicions.

"It's Billy isn't it," he guessed.  "I could see the difference in the way
you and Bobby talked about your Dad, but Billy only ever called him Chris.
Man, I wonder what it feels like, getting fucked by a man."

"It hurts so bad you think someone is shoving a telegraph pole up your
butt," I answered before realizing.

I saw Ben staring at me.  "I thought you said you'd never done it."

I shook my head.  "I said I hadn't sold myself.  My mother's pimp raped me
before I left home.  I was eight, and couldn't stop him."  I could feel
wetness start to roll down my face, but then a flood of anger washed over
me.

Ben must have seen the conflicting emotions and he grabbed hold of me
again, and pulled me down so we were laying on the bed.  He held me in his
arms, softly stroking my side.

"There's more, if you want to hear it," I whispered.

"I want to know all about you, Matt, because I want to love you."

Now how was I supposed to react to that eh?  I teared up again slightly,
wiped my nose on the back of my hand and continued to tell Ben about life
with Chris, taking a deep breath before explaining about the situation with
Bobby and me and the casual sex, finishing off with the events of this
afternoon.

I felt Ben's body stiffen when I admitted to having sex with Billy, and
wondered if it was the right thing to do, especially when he broke his hold
on me and sat up.  I looked at his face and body language, and couldn't get
a feeling of what he was thinking.

"Ben?" I said.  "I told you everything because I want us to have no secrets
if we are gonna get together.  Is that still possible?"

Ben looked at me and I saw a tear roll down his cheek.  Man have I blown
it?

He pulled me up to him and took my head in both of his hands and kissed me
full on the lips.  I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue probe to
enter.  I moved my arms around his body and drew him into me.  We kissed
for a few moments, although it felt like hours to me, before he broke off,
gasping slightly.

"You really love Billy and Bobby don't ya?" he asked.

"I'd die for either of them." I relied.  "They have saved my life a number
of times, and they're the only people I know who would die to save me.  I'd
do anything for them."

Ben looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I'm glad you told me everything, and I'm really sorry you've had a crappy
start.  I'm not gonna tell you my life coz it's so boring compared to
yours."

I smiled at his words, but insisted on him telling me his story.  Like him,
I wanted to know him, my possible new boyfriend.  Ben told me about his
early childhood, his Mum dying a few years back and how it made his Dad and
him grow closer.  So close that he had no fears of coming out to his Dad
last year, and his Dad accepting it.

"Shit, does that mean he knows what we're up to up here?" I blurted.

"No, he thinks I'm fucking the brains out of you," Ben giggled.
"Seriously, he wouldn't have a problem with us being together, but he
doesn't know we, um like, like each other.  He thinks we're gaming as
that's all I ever seem to do.  Despite how I played today at rugby, I'm not
really into sport."

"You kidding me right?" I said, stunned.  "You killed at fly half today.
Man you should have seen Kenny Masters' face when you were kicking today."

I saw his ego respond to being massaged, and decided that I'd do that
whenever I could.  Of course there was something else of his I'd like to
massage.  However, Ben had already flicked on his tv and his PS3 and we
were soon in battle as Manchester United pitted Ben's skills against my
Liverpool side.  I know, I know, why is a London lad supporting Liverpool
you ask?  Well, Stevie Gerrard and Fernando Torres may have a lot to do
with that!



I couldn't believe it when it seemed only a few minutes later that Jim was
knocking on the door, telling us to pack up and that it was time for him to
drive me home.  Ben switched off the console and we stood facing each
other.  A moment of awkwardness overcame us, before we both started to say
something at the same time. This caused us both to laugh.  I motioned for
Ben to start.

"Matt, I think I am falling for you, but we will need to keep it quiet at
school I'm guessing."

I nodded my agreement.  "The Blacks would rip us to shreds if they found
out."

I leaned into him and kissed him on the lips.  Man I was getting used to
the feel of them lips already and decided I wanted the feel of them as much
as possible.  Another shout from Jim got us moving downstairs.  I pulled on
my trainers and could see Ben's disappointed when his Dad told him he
couldn't come in the car to take me back.

"See you tomorrow then Matt," he said softly.

"Yeah dude, don't forget your rugby kit for practice."



We touched fists and with one last look at my angel, I turned and left his
house.  I got into the front of Jim's Audi TT, and he pulled off having
programmed in our postcode into his satnav.  We made small talk all the way
back home, despite the fact I could sense Jim wanting to ask more.  I
decided that I wasn't quite ready to come out to Jim so I kept quiet about
the big subject.

I waved bye to him as he dropped me off in front of our house and I
wandered in through the front door to be ambushed by Billy and Bobby.



End of chapter.

Hi everyone, hope you all enjoyed the new chapter.  Sorry it's been a while
and sorry it's not a long one, but hey! At least I've popped one out for
you eh!