Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2008 13:51:13 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ferret Chapter 7

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Author's Note.

Just a quick and very delayed thanks to everyone who has written recently
asking about me, and Jack.  Things have been hectic with the birth of my
first nephew, and exams have started as well, so things have been mental.
I'm back playing football again after my illness, so all is good in my
world and I'm back writing as much as I can, where I can.  Hope you all are
good as well.  Love ya. Xxx.


Ferret.  Previously in Chapter Six.

Chris left us and Mr Donaldson sat on my bed, patting the space next to
him.  We had a good chat about life on the street, how I'd had to survive
by stealing, and how we'd met Chris.  I left out the fact we picked Chris
up hoping for him to screw the twins, but I included the fact that he'd
promised to take us away from that life and never hurt us, and that he'd
had the opportunity to molest me but didn't.

That seemed to satisfy Mr Donaldson and he hugged me with one arm as he
motioned me to join the others downstairs.  There was a lively discussion
raging between the twins as to what was to be watched on TV when we walked
into the lounge.  They immediately fell silent, waiting the verdict.

"Well Chris, I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be able to take these
three lads.  I know how much work you have done for the charity your foster
father set up, and I think it is great that you are willing to go even
further."

We all beamed and bounced off the walls, the sofa and anything else that
would let us bounce, as Chris and Mr Donaldson signed the custody
paperwork.

"I have to come back and check on things every fortnight for a couple of
months to make sure everything is okay," the very, very nice CPS man said.
"Provided it is, I will have no worries recommending permanent custody if
you wish it."

We all hugged each other, Chris and Mr Donaldson a few times, before we
allowed him to escape.  We settled onto the sofa, the four of us
maintaining close contact with each other however we could.

I think the emotion must have gotten to all of us as the next thing I
remember was Chris picking up a sleeping Billy to carry him upstairs.  I
nudged Bobby who woke up grumpily.

"Bed time guys," Chris said.  "School tomorrow."

Talk about ruining a perfectly good day!


Chapter Seven.

BBBBLLLLAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was really growing to hate that damn alarm clock that Chris had bought
me.  In the two years since we'd come to know, and got to live with Chris,
we had had what I imagined was a normal life.

You know, school, homework, being able to eat food that wasn't from a skip
or bought with stolen money, that type of thing.

I dragged my sorry young body out of bed, scratching where it was needed,
and located the pair of shorts that I was supposed to wear as pyjamas.  I
slipped them on and wondered across the landing to the bathroom to take
care of business.

Freshly washed and dressed in my school uniform, I headed downstairs with
my increasingly heavy bag of books.  I headed into the kitchen to see Chris
and Billy locked together at the lips.  I could see that Chris was a good
looking bloke, for an older guy, and knowing that Billy liked men more than
boys, I knew that there was nothing forced here.  Actually, if anything, it
was Billy who had finally forced Chris to accept him as a sexual partner,
despite Chris's protests about being the protector/father-figure.  Bobby
had told me that Billy had confided in him that Chris flatly refused to
have full on anal with him while there was still the chance of
examinations.  This, of course, finally ended when Chris's adoption of us
took place just under a year ago.

Bobby and I had kind of come to a temporary arrangement where we satisfied
each other when we needed and wanted to.  Of course, this meant that the
always horny twin was constantly wanting me to help him get off, whereas my
own sexuality and awakening was still in it's infancy.  I just wanted to be
a kid again, and was lapping up the opportunity to be one.

"Awww man, get a room you two!" I complained jokingly.

This of course immediately split the two of them as they look around
guiltily at being caught kissing. I laughed as I grabbed a bowl of cereal
and poured milk over it, being careful not to spill it as I normally do.
Well, Chris shouldn't buy the four pint cartons should he!  How is a boy of
twelve supposed to handle that???

We sat chatting about school for a few moments when Bobby finally appeared,
still in his pjs, rubbing his stomach.

"Chris, I don't feel good," he whined.

Chris immediately went into father/protector mode and was checking Bobby's
forehead for a temperature.

"Is this anything to do with the English exam you guys have got?" I asked,
grinning, knowing I was dobbing him in but not caring.

I let out a yell and grabbed my shin where Billy had kicked me.

Chris immediately knew what was happening and dragged Bobby back upstairs
to get changed into his school clothes.  Billy stared daggers at me.

"I thought we were supposed to look out for each other!" he accused me.

"Not when Chris is involved!" I batted back.  "We don't lie to Chris, we
don't lie to those we love!"

I saw a flush wash over Billy and he backed down.  He was the easy one to
get to back down when Chris was involved.  I'd get my shit off Bobby later,
but I knew I had an upper hand in that he needed my mouth more than I
needed his.

Eventually we were packed off to school.



School!



It was almost more like a collection of prison buildings that enhoused the
stuck up brats of England.  The three of us did not fit in from the word
go.  The twins were lucky in that they had each other to share their misery
with, but I was on my own.

No-one had wanted to know the `new' kid, when they realised I wasn't famous
or the son of a famous person.  I'd met a couple of lads that gave me a
grudging hello but that was it.  Even now, two years after we'd started at
William Churchill's, we had little or no contact with any of our fellow
pupils outside of school, and to be honest, that suited me fine.

I wandered into my form room and sat in my normal seat, towards the back
and side where I didn't bother anyone.  The cousins, Jake and Ethan Black,
came in loudly complaining about their latest housekeeper not having
prepared breakfast as it was supposed to be, and there was general
murmuring about how the latest fuel increases were affecting Daddies'
businesses.



Then HE walked in.



Hair the colour of almonds, skin so pale it was almost white, but totally
unblemished, eyes so piercingly blue that you could have been forgiven for
thinking that someone had taken the bluest sky and poured it into his
sockets.  My eyes travelled over his uniformed clad body and everything
seemed to fit to perfection.

I had to run a hand over my mouth to catch whatever I thought was drooling.

Before this moment, I had wondered about my sexuality.  At the age of
twelve, I still knew that I wasn't ready to fully make a choice, but I had
been presented with the image of perfection that made my mind up that I
definitely wanted to try being gay.

Mr Denton, our form tutor walked in behind this angel and introduced him to
the class.  The one benefit of being in an all-boys school was that there
were no silly girls to fawn over this model of beauty.

His name was Benjamin Hurst.  His family had just moved here following a
relocation of his Dad's business.  He liked football and playing on his
Nintendo Wii, along with reading and music.  He hated history and the
constant moving that his Dad's business had caused.

I was enraptured by his every word.  His voice even sounded like it was
part of the heavenly chorus.  I was totally spaced out in my dreams when I
was brought out of it by Mr Denton.

"Matthew!" he shouted at me.

I shook myself back to awareness and looked at my tutor.

"There is a spare desk next to you and you still appear to be free of the
unholy influences of your fellow classmates, so I want you to mentor
Benjamin for the next week."

God, you can lift me up now because I must have just died and enter your
paradise!!!

I was being forced to spend time with this angel.  BUMMER!

He sat at the desk beside me and mumbled a hello.  I just about coherently
garbled out a response.

"So what's the crack about that?" he asked.

I was lost in his eyes, but managed to mumble out that I was still
classified as new, despite being here for a couple of years.

He looked back at his desk, and his schedule.  I took the opportunity to
finish my overall oogling of him, before asking him about his schedule.

I couldn't believe my luck.  Was it good or bad???  He was in every class
that I had.

I started to tell him about some of the teachers and classes and suddenly
found him very open and easy to talk to.  Someone must have come along and
put a stack of wood underneath us and lit it as we got on like a house on
fire.  My lustful thoughts took a back seat as I suddenly had someone to
talk to that didn't look at me like I was something they had trod on.

I found out his Dad owned a portfolio of properties, and the rest of his
money was tied up in other investments.  His Dad tended to travel around
and buy groups of properties to renovate and sell on or lease out, before
finding a new area to look at. His Mom had died a few years ago from breast
cancer and he had no other siblings.

The bell rang for first period, and we both made our way to Economics.  Man
I hated that subject, but it was a compulsory lesson at Churchill's as most
students would follow into their parents' footsteps and enter the business
world.  Me, I had first hand experience of supply and demand.  Usually I
had demanded it, and the targets supplied it, unknowingly as I lifted their
wallets.

Benjamin, or Ben as he warned me to call him, lapped it up as he had to
listen to his Dad go on and on about his business dealings at home.  I
suddenly felt myself losing touch with my new friend, and saw the other
students warm to him as he entered their world.

The bell finally put me out of my misery and we got up and moved toward the
changing rooms for gym.  This perked me up as I would get a chance to see
Ben in a near state of undress as we got changed.  I walked up to my normal
locker and slung my bag into it.  A couple of the other lads called Ben
over to them, but he just waved at them and followed me, picking the empty
locker next to mine.

"You know Ben," I started, `if you want to make lots of enemies on your
first day, stick with me."

A frown crossed his face as he looked at me.

"Why?"

"I'm not well liked here Ben," I told him.  "I don't play by their rules
and I don't have a famous Daddy so they all avoid me.  If you stick with
me, they will target you as well."  I thought the least I could do for Ben
was tell it how it was and let him decide what he wanted to do.  I was used
to being on my own except at breaks when I met up with Billy and Bobby, so
I thought that if Ben decided to take an easy life, it wouldn't hurt me
that much.

All I heard was a snort of disgust from Ben and the sound of his bag
hitting the empty locker.

"They can like me for who I am, or not," my angel said.  I wilted inside
and felt all warm and fuzzy.  Was this true that I was going to have a
proper friend??

Coach Garrison walked in tossing a rugby ball in the air.  I groaned at the
thought of ninety minutes of being punched, hit, gouged and generally
physically abused all in the name of sport.

"Get changed laddoes," his Welsh drawl silenced the lockers.  "We have a
match up against St Francis's in two weeks and we need to have a good side
to put out.  We will not be beaten by those heathen Catholic School namby
pambies now will we! We have the pride of Churchills to uphold!"

This brought a shout of defiance out from most of the lads as they pulled
on their rugby shirts.  I grabbed mine in disgust and pulled it on.  I
looked over at Ben and was lost for a few moments as I started at his
smooth and perfect chest.  Two small brown areolae were the only blemishes
to his pale skin.  I could see the start of a six pack forming above his
trousers.  I heard general noise in the changing room before being nudged
by Ben.

"Huh?" the intelligent side of me said.

"I said do we wear boxes or not?" Ben asked.

I had visions of us running around the field in cardboard boxes and
sniggered, before realising he meant the protective sort.

"Course not," I replied.  "It gives your opponent a better target if he can
grab hold and squeeze your balls during the ruck."

Ben looked at me to see if I was kidding, and seeing me pull my trousers
off and slip on my shorts, less a box, realised I wasn't.

"Man, no-one better squeeze these valuable gems," he said, grabbing his sac
through his trousers.

We both giggled, and he undid his belt, and then the button.  I couldn't
help it, but I had to watch slyly as he slipped his trousers off.

BRIEFS NOT BOXERS!!!!

I could see the outline of his package and it looked very nice to me.  He
certainly didn't leave any room for extra padding.  Again, the drool I
thought I was dripping was quickly wiped and then my show was over as his
shorts came up and covered the vision.

I snapped out of my fantasy and we joked around until it as time to go out.
The next two hours were an exercise in torture and how to avoid it.  A full
half hour of warming up and physical exercises started us off.  We lost a
couple of the "less slim" class mates before we started on a game.  I took
my normal position of winger.  In this role I can stay out of harms way for
most of the match, and being slight and quick, I can make the darting runs
when needed.  It's just the crunching hits that come when you are bogged
down on the opposition's try line that hurt.  Ben slotted in at fly half.
Mr Garrison saw Ben kick a couple of balls in practice and that was it.  I
could see Kenny Masters muttering to anyone who would listen about being
sidetracked, but let it pass.

For once I did almost enjoy it.  Ben and I seemed to have an almost
telepathic link and he kicked lots of probing balls for me to run onto and
I came away with a hat-trick of tries, a swollen cheek and lots of bruises
to my ribs.

"Well bhoyoes, that was almost respectable," Coach Garrison said.  "Hit the
showers and then go for lunch."

We started to peel off the mud-clogged kit.

"Hurst, Franklin, my office." Coach yelled at us.

We were both stripped to the waist, I still had my socks on but Ben was
sockless.  We followed the coach into his office and he shut the door
behind us.

He grabbed a couple of bottles of water and handed them to us, then sat
down.

"Boys, you have surprised me today.  I know it's your first day Hurst so I
didn't know what to expect, but you ran your team today.  Your kicking was
first class, distribution was good and you mixed up the play."

I could see Ben's chest puff out in pride.  His nipples looked especially
out.  GET A GRIP FERR!  Come on concentrate.

"As for you Franklin, what the fuck was that out there today?"

I was a little shocked at the coach's language, just because no teacher at
Churchill's ever seemed to swear.

"What do you mean sir?"

"I have never seen you get so involved, latching onto any kick from Hursty
here, tackling like a demon, putting yourself on the line."

I guess I had wanted to impress Ben, having seen him get so into playing.

"Was this a one off or will you play like that again?"

I considered it for like ten nanoseconds.

"If Ben is fly half and feeding me like that, then I'll score every game."

Coach Garrison looked at the two off us for a moment.

"Okay, you are both in the team to play on Thursday evening against
Harmside Rd School, and if you play like I think you can, you will be in
the team for good."

He shooed us out of his office and we made our way back to our lockers to
strip and grab our towels for the shower.  Most of the lads had finished
theirs by now and were in the process of getting dressed for lunch.  Man!
I'd missed my usual window shopping of their bodies!

A muddy pair of shorts hit my chest.

"HEY!" I complained, looking over at a grinning and now very naked Ben.

"You were daydreaming again, Matt," he said.  "Let's hit the shower and get
to lunch."

He grabbed his towel and walked quite brazenly through the others and to
the shower area.  I quickly shed my remaining clothes, grabbed my towel and
covered up my modesty before following him.

I picked a shower head with a space in between us so that I wasn't right
next to him, but still close enough to see his body.  I was really fighting
to not pop a boner straight away.  He was the image of beauty.
Michelangelo definitely found the wrong model to sculpt his David!

"Hey Matt, wash my back," Ben said, handing me his soap.

What was I supposed to do?  Reject my new friend?  Or get my hands on his
body???

I lathered his back, allowing my hands to roam slightly around his front
and possibly a little too low when I got to his lower back.  I couldn't
help but to grab a quick feel of his butt.

"All done," I gasped out huskily, tuning away from him so he didn't see my
now raging four inch erection.

"Cheers mate," I heard him reply.

I allowed the water to flow over me for a few moments, trying to get my
mind off his body and the silky smooth feel of it when I nearly leapt out
of my skin.  His hands were on my back, rubbing and caressing me.

"Favour returned," he said simply.

I stood there and allowed Ben to have total access to my back.  Like me,
his hands rubbed further and further round my chest instead of remaining
just on my back and as he went lower, I tensed in anticipation of him
following my example and grabbing my ass.

I was soon rewarded as Ben cupped first my left, then my right cheek.  I
let out a small moan of appreciation, which seemed to spur Ben on.  I
suddenly felt Ben's body press against mine.  His hands slid round to my
front and his arms enveloped me.  I could feel his hardness poke against
the top of my crack.  I felt his lips against my neck.

"I think I have read this right Matt," Ben whispered nervously.  "Please
tell me I have."

Feelings and emotions overwhelmed me.  It was fun when Bobby and I played
around with each other.  It hurt like fuck when Mickey had fucked me.  It
felt so wonderful being wrapped in Ben's arms.  I nodded my acceptance of
his advances and placed a hand on his and guided it to my dick.

He wrapped his hand around my stiff rod and started slowly to stroke it.
His left hand slid lower and cupped my balls, massaging them gently.  I
leaned back into him and lifted my head up so I could look at him.  Our
lips met and a shock ran through my body.  I spasmed and felt my dick
throb, my balls pulled in tight and I gasped silently into Ben's mouth.  My
legs went weak and if Ben hadn't held me, I would have collapsed to the
floor.

After a moment, I turned to face Ben.

"Wow!" I said.

"Wow indeed," he said.  "What was that?"

"I dunno," I said.  "I've cum loads before, but never with that intensity."

I pulled him to me and perched up on tip toes so I could kiss him again.
Our hands roamed again and we spent a couple of minutes exchanging tongues.

"Time you guys got to lunch!" A shout came through the shower mist.

THE COACH!  Man, had he seen us?

We split apart immediately, like the guilty schoolboys we were.  We dashed
out, dried off and left the changing rooms without another word.



End of chapter.

Well, again apologies for the delay in posting.  I got caught up in writing
Life, as well as other thing taking more importance, like learning how to
change a nappy (diaper).  Hope you enjoyed this one, with the introduction
of Ben.  I have now got our little Ferret to the age where I want him to be
for the main plot lines to develop so you can now expect more chapters
being written quicker, along with more sex and more intrigue.  I will warn
you though, that the majority of sex will involve Ferret and lads his own
age, and not with adults.  There will be some man/by sex in the story, but
not as the norm, but because there is some, Nifty wanted to place it in
this section.

Please let me know if you liked this chapter as I definitely feed off your
responses.  Egotistic?  Desperate?  Or just like talking to you guys?  You
make up your mind.