Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:49:38 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ferret chapter 8

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

1. Under age to do this, don't! (Unless you really want to but don't hold
me responsible if your folks find out!)

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4. This ain't real!

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Quick Note.

Hi Everyone.  Really sorry it's been so long since I've posted but I've had
a few months of hell followed by a month a hope.  For those who I haven't
emailed, but have been following my (not so) private life, Jack dumped me a
while ago and it left me in a total funk.  I really struggled to get over
it, especially as it turned out he had been cheating on me as well, but
with the support of some very good friends I've got through it.  Didn't
really help that I had exams at the same time!  A big love and hugs to
those of you who have emailed me with your love and support.  This chapter
has taken about three months to finish but in reality, most of it was
written in one good session while I'm on holiday with my family.  It took
me two and a half months to get to the canteen, and one day to write the
rest.

Please be warned that there is a little bit of violence in this chapter.
Not too much, but a little.  Oh yeah, and maybe some sex!

Enjoy! Peace and love to everyone!



Ferret.

Previously in Chapter Seven.



Ben 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.



Chapter Eight.

We dumped our bags into our lockers and made it to the canteen.  Without
saying a word to each other, although coyly looking at each other, we made
our way through the queue, getting our food and I made my way to the twins.
Ben followed me, as he didn't have anyone else to sit with maybe?

"Hey Fezza!" Billy greeted me.

"Billy," I responded.  "Hey Bobby, how'd you get on in your English exam?"

My reactions didn't let me down as I ducked out of the way of the bread
roll that was aimed at my head.

"That well huh?" I giggled, and sat down.

"Um, who's the posh kid?" Bobby asked, motioning at Ben, who was stood,
self-consciously watching our banter.

"Ben, come on sit down!" I told him.  "Guys, this is Ben, he's cool," I
said, introducing my new love interest.  "Ben, these two reprobates are my
brothers, Billy and Bobby."

They shook hands and we settled into cracking jokes through the half hour
lunch break.  The bell rang to signal the start of afternoon classes and we
stood up to leave.  Billy grabbed me as Bobby and Ben left the table.

"He has the major hots for you, you know!" Billy said motioning towards
Ben.

"I'm hoping so cuz I have for him!"

Billy looked at me.

"You know Bobby likes you, don't you," he stated.

I nodded, before replying.  "Yeah but it's not love between us.  We just
get each other off.  He knows that as well as I do."  I looked into Billy's
eyes.  "I think I'm really gonna fall for Ben if he let's me.  Kinda like
you and Chris."

Billy hugged me close and said, "I hope it's the real deal Fez, cuz you
deserve it."

I felt a warm glow spread through me, before we split and headed back to
our home rooms.



Mr Denton called register to make sure that no-one had decided to skip this
afternoon's lessons before leaving us to talk amongst ourselves for the
next five minutes.

"Hey! New boy!" a voice shouted from the back.

Ben turned to look at Ethan Black.  Now before I go on, something to tell
you about Ethan Black, and well, the whole Black clan really.  They are
extremely rich, Ethan and Jake's Granddaddy having owned a company that
found a new oil field in the North Sea catapulting the firm from being a
minor energy supplier to one just outside the biggies of BP, Shell and
Esso.  With the increasing oil prices, they were just getting richer and
richer, making their money out of others misery.  Both their fathers were
very business orientated and do not hesitate to crush a rival, a trait
which they passed on to their offspring.  All in all, Jake and Ethan's
hearts were the same colour as their surname.  The fact that both were drop
dead gorgeous just added to the unfairness of it all.

"You want to make sure that you get off on the right foot at this school,
by knowing who to associate with," Ethan continued.

"And more to the point, who not to," Jake added.

Ben studied them for a moment, before answering.

"What's wrong with being friends with Matthew, as I take it that is the
point you are trying to put across."

Both the Blacks laughed.

"Where to start?  He's a liar, a thief, he has no family credentials and
will probably want to jump you as well," Ethan said, loud enough for most
of the homeroom to hear.

Ben looked around and saw a few others nodding their heads in agreement,
while several other lads, who had also ran foul of the Blacks, just kept
their heads down.  Ben looked back at me.

"So?" he asked.

"Well, mostly he's true," I confessed, "but can I tell you details later?
Please?"  I laid my hope on the fact that Ben seemed to like me, and
definitely enjoyed the encounter in the shower.

"Okay, later you tell me stuff and I will as well," he replied, lifting my
heart.  "How about tonight, at mine, a sleepover?"

Oh My God!  My Adonis wants me to spend the night at his.  Damn!  It's a
school night though and I know Chris won't go for it.

"I'll have to check with my Dad, but I don't think he'll let me sleepover
on a school night.  He's pretty strict like that."

"Oh yeah!  Forgot about that!" Ben blushed.  "Well, how about you come over
for tea and my Dad will drop you home before curfew?"

"Sounds good to me," I said, hoping not to sound too eager to spend time
with him.

Ben looked back to the cousins.

"Sorry guys but I'm going to have to forgo your kind offer and leave it on
the table for now.  I'm currently in advanced negotiations with another
party," Ben said, using terminology straight from advanced Economics.

"Where did you learn to speak like that?" I asked, baffled at half of what
he had said.

"My Dad," he giggled.  "I have heard him on the phone loads when he's been
sorting deals out."

"Your loss Newbie!" Ethan retorted.  "Hope you and the faggot are very
happy together.  Just watch out for his whoring pussyboy brothers!"



I never did figure out how, inside three seconds, I had managed to get out
of my chair, turn, leap across a half dozen rows of desks and land the
first three punches on him.  Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Jake
swinging at me, which I managed to deflect to a glancing blow to the side
of my head, which knocked me a little, before landing another couple smack
on Ethan's nose, which burst into a crimson flow.

Suddenly I was being lifted and hauled backwards.

"Franklin! What has gotten into you?" Mr Denton yelled as he pulled me off
Ethan.  "You! Stay!" he shouted at Jake who was still coming after me.

"But, but, but," Jake was saying.

"But nothing!" Mr Denton replied.  "Teachers deal with discipline at this
school."

Mr Denton bundled me outside the classroom into the corridor.  My breathing
had just about got back to normal, and the red mist had lifted from my
eyes.  It dawned on me what I'd just done, and how much shit I was gonna
get off Chris for fighting at school, let alone what the school was going
to do.  Fighting was strictly a no-no, unless it was in one of the martial
arts lessons, or on the rugby pitch.  My knees wobbled slightly as my
adrenaline rush finally left me and Mr Denton saw my body language change
completely.

"So Matthew, you want to tell me what just happened in there?" he asked.
"That was the most uncharacteristic thing I have ever witnessed from the
two years I've known you."

"I'm so sorry Mr Denton, I don't know what happened to me," I started.
"The things he was saying about me to Ben, I could cope with that, but then
he started on my brothers and I just couldn't let him."  I gave a little
sob.

"I know you and your step-brothers are very close Matthew, but still,
launching yourself at a fellow pupil, and one of the Black's for God's
sake!"

"He called them pussyboys!"  I sobbed out.  "I couldn't let that go.  They
have both saved my life on many occasions when we were on the streets."  I
couldn't go on.

Mr Denton had a quick look around before drawing me into a hug.

"I know a bit about your past Matthew, and that of your brothers, and I
know how much the three of you mean to each other.  I've tried to look out
for you and deflect a lot of crap that would come your way, and I'm sorry I
didn't manage it this time."

I looked up at him and gave a little smile of appreciation.

"However, fighting isn't something I can deflect either, so I'm sorry to do
this, but I have to send you to your year head."  Mr Denton grinned
slightly as he said this.

Normally this would have most pupils cacking themselves.  I felt a surge of
hope that I may get away with it.  We walked back into the form, where the
nurse was helping a dazed Ethan out to the infirmary, a cloth rapidly
turning red clutched to his nose.

"I'll get you for this Franklin," came a snarl from Jake as I picked up my
bag and headed off to the offices with the note from Mr Denton in my hand.
I smiled at Ben who waved me off.



I headed along the corridor, past the Headmaster's office, thankful I
hadn't been sent to see him.  Mr Harrison was ultra strict and I could
definitely imagine having the cane from him.  While corporal punishment was
banned in ninety-nine percent of schools across Britain, there were the
enlightened few that, with a parental consent form, still practiced it.
And boy was there lots of practice from Mr Harrison.

I arrived at my Year Head's office and knocked the door.

"In!" I heard a Welsh drawl command.

I opened the door to see Coach Garrison, sat at his desk eating a packed
lunch, watching a re-run of Wales beating England at Twickenham, the home
of English rugby.  I imagine to him it was like watching a good hardcore
porno.

"What are you doing here Franklin?  Practice isn't until tomorrow?"

I handed him the note from Mr Denton, which he read, looked up at me,
re-read and looked at me again, before sighing and putting the note down.

"What's the matter with you today Franklin?" he asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"You have a blinder of a rugby match, play like I've never seen you before,
then go all psycho on the Black cousins.  Have you had a knock on the head
this morning, got a death wish, or started puberty?"

I blinked at that last one, mouth open.

"Unless you want to turn into a fly trap, shut yours!" he joked.

"The Blacks were ragging on me and then started on my brothers in front of
Ben, um, I mean in front of everybody," I said, trying to cover the Ben
part.

"Sit," he commanded, which I did.

"Matthew," he started, calling me by my first name for the first time that
I can remember.  He always called pupils by their surname.  "I take it you
have fallen heavily for him?"

"Huh?" I replied, not wanting to know what he must have guessed.

"Come on laddo, I may look like a bit of an old fart to you, but I still
remember being your age, and before you hyperventilate, I haven't got
anything against a boy fancying another."

BUSTED!

"Um, well, sort of, sir," I mumbled, not wanting to admit to a grown up,
and a teacher to boot, and my PE coach as well, that I fancied Ben.

"It's alright Matthew," he said softly.  "I can understand how you feel.
Hursty is a bit of a looker and if I was thirty years younger, maybe I'd
have the hots for him as well.  I also saw the two of you in the shower
earlier.  I shouldn't say it but you both looked like you enjoyed it."

I was floored!  Coach Garrison was gay?  He must have seen the stunned
expression on my face.  He laughed and held up his left hand showing a
wedding band.

"No I'm not gay, I'm happily married to my high school sweetheart, and have
been for twenty six years now.  But as I said, I remember being your age
with raging hormones and all."

"Yeah, it horrid isn't it!" I grinned at him, relief beginning to spread
through my body that he wasn't a homophobe and wasn't going to out me to
the school before letting the rugby team get their scrum practice using me
as the practice.

"That explains the rugby match, but why did you hafta go and bust up
Black's nose like that?  Do you know how much trouble his family will
cause?"  He complained.

"He needed putting in his place sir," I replied, thinking this would appeal
to his sense of fairness and of strength.  "He was calling my brothers who
weren't there to defend themselves so I had to."  I didn't add that it was
a good thing that they weren't there as Billy would not have stopped with a
bust nose.  Ethan wouldn't have walked out of class with the nurse.  With
Chris we may have it comfortable, okay okay luxurious, but none of us had
lost our streetwise senses.

"Well I've gotta punish you for it I'm afraid otherwise the Black's will
give us hell.  Your choice.  One week suspension, thirty five hours of
detention, twenty hours of janitorial duties with Mr Vickers, or five
hits."

Ouch!  None of them good.  I mulled the choices over.  A week off school,
but hell from Chris and loads to catch up when I get back, plus not seeing
Ben for a whole week!  Detention that would take like three weeks to serve.
No way was I being lumbered with Old Man Vickers cleaning bogs and stuff.
The man was scary!  My mind was made up.

"I'll take the five please sir."  I can't believe I said it.

"Good lad, best option really," Coach Garrison said approvingly.



He buzzed the intercom for the school's male nurse to come to his office.

The one good thing about the corporal punishment in the school was that
they always had a nurse on hand to apply lotion if it really stung.

Within minutes, Nurse Aldrige, a heavy set man in his twenties, came
through the door.  He was a bit shocked to see me there for a caning, as it
was the first time I'd done something this bad.  The Coach got up and
picked up a belt from a drawer.  He saw the puzzled look on my face.

"Sorry Franklin," he started, reverting to my surname in front of the
nurse, "did I not say it was a belt rather than a cane.  This is more
suitable I think."

Relief spread a little through me as the wide belt, which while it still
stung like a bitch, did not cut into you like a cane did.

"Well, drop `em and bend over the desk."

The moment approached and I'd forgotten that the whacks were always
administered on bare flesh.  Some years ago, several pupils had padded
themselves out discretely so the canings didn't hurt.  When it was
discovered, the new ruling came in, and those lads were the first ones to
receive bare flesh whacks.  It was part of folk lore within the school
about the welts they received and that they couldn't sit down for four
months, well so the story went!

I unbuckled my belt, popped the button, unzipped my flies and with a gulp,
pulled down my trousers and my boxers in one motion before leaning forwards
to rest my upper torso on the desk.  It was either very chilly or the
fright was now setting in as I seemed not to be swinging in front at all.

I heard Coach move to my left so he could hit me using his right arm to
swing.  Hold on a moment, wasn't Coach left handed?



WHACK!



Thought left my mind as the leather connected with my butt.  I gritted my
teeth and clenched my fists.

"One sir," I called out, remembering the rules.



THWACK!



Oh my god that hurt.

"Two sir," through clenched teeth.



WHACK!



A sob escaped.

"um, th, th three sir,"



WHACK!



My body pushed itself into the desk, jamming my belly into the
edge. Another sob.

"F f f f four sir."



THWACK!!



Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gritted my teeth, biting slightly into
my cheeks to stop myself crying out loudly.

Moments passed.

"Say it Mattie," Nurse Aldrige begged.

"f i v e s i r," I gasped out.

Nurse Aldrige rushed to me and I felt his hand begin to touch my ass
cheeks.  How could he feel me up in front of the Coach I wondered, before
the coolness of the balm he was applying kicked in.

"There's a slight anaesthetic in this Mattie to take the sting away," he
whispered in my ear.

I liked the man.  I'd made friends with him in my first year, having spent
time with him learning first aid.  He was easy to get on with and always
had time for me.  He was also the only person who I ever let call me
Mattie.  No matter how many times I'd asked him to call me either Matt or
Matthew, he insisted on Mattie.  He once told me he'd had a younger brother
called Mattie, who died, and I reminded him a bit of him.  I freaked a
little to begin with, but saw he wasn't gonna perv me or anything.

"Okay Franklin, button up," Coach said as he walked back to his desk,
putting the belt away.  He motioned me to sit down again, but I indicated I
would prefer to stand.  He chuckled slightly.

"Thank you Nurse Aldrige for your help here," he said as way of dismissal
to the other man.

Once he had left, the coach turned serious again.

"Hope you realise I went easy on you, and that you shouldn't tell anyone
that.  Should really have been twenty whacks."

"Yes sir," I replied, wondering what a full on hit would be like.  Chalk
that off.  I never want to find out!

"Show me this bottle, this spirit, more often and we will get on like a
house on fire.  I need lads like you in my team.  You are quick, smart and
if the last four hours is anything to go by, tough.  I need that in my
rugby players."

"I can do that sir," I said.  "If Ben wants to play rugby, then so do I,
and if I do, I'll give you my best sir," I responded.

"Off you go then Franklin," he dismissed me.

Just as I got to the door, he stopped me.  "Franklin, just keep the fists
down now will you!"

"Okay sir!"  I scarpered along the corridor towards my math class, knowing
that I was late, but at least I had a valid reason.



I knocked on the door and went in, explaining to Miss Andrews where I'd
been.  She gave me a look of sympathy, while most of the class snickered.
I found my normal seat, which had Ben sat next to it.  No surprise really
as Ben's seat was normally the only one empty.  The only one next to my
seat.  As I told Ben early, no-one really gets on with me in most classes,
mainly due to the Blacks' and their cronies.  Why would you associate with
the kid that the bullies pick on, unless you want to be picked on yourself,
if you were an idiot, or if you were in love???  I'm hoping Ben didn't want
to be picked on, and he was showing no signs of idiocy.  I sat down
gingerly, wincing as the hard wooden chair came into contact with my now
very tender botty.

"So what happened?" Ben asked quietly.

"Five whacks," I replied.

"WHAT! For defending yourself?" Ben said loudly.

"Mr Hurst keep it down please," Miss Andrews said.  "Matthew, please turn
to page 17 of your textbook and complete exercise six."

I pulled out my books and looked at the exercise.  Algebra.  Great.

"It could have been worse," I whispered to Ben.  "A week's suspension or
three weeks dentention."

"You got to choose, and you chose the cane?" Ben looked bewildered at me.

"I didn't want to miss school as my Dad would have killed me worse than the
whacks!"  I let him know my reasoning.  "Plus, not bawling my eyes out as
he whacked me puts me in good standing with Coach Garrison."

"The Coach was the one who doled it out!  Man your butt must sore!"

"Not as sore as when he takes a cock from behind," a voice hissed from a
row back.

Ah yeah, Jake was in the same math class.

"What is it with you and Matthew's arse?" Ben said loud enough for several
other lads to hear.  "You fancy him or something?"

My heart lifted to hear my Ben defend me like that, but I saw Jake's face
flush and for once, he didn't respond.  Must be that the new kid put him in
his place and he didn't have any of his cronies in this class to back him
up.

We breezed through the rest of the lesson, followed by chemistry and
finally Chinese.  That's right, Chinese.  The school being very forward
thinking and knowing that China is a new emerging super economy, two years
ago had started teaching Mandarin as an alternative to the normal French,
German and Latin.

"So, you still coming over?" Ben asked.

"Should be able to, depends if Chris finds out about the fight," I replied.

Ben looked puzzled.  "Who's Chris?"

"Ah, he's my Dad, well my adopted Dad.  We've been with him for two years
now, and sometimes I still call him Chris rather than Dad."

"Looks like you will have more to tell me than me telling you," Ben
chuckled.

"Yah, see you later, hopefully."

We touched fists together and I went out to find the twins waiting for me.
We started the walk home.

"Rumour mill has you breaking Ethan Black's head, fighting off his cousin
and all his crew single handed before going to Garrison's office, demanding
to be caned and still come out smiling," Bobby started as way of hello.

"Um, not quite that bad, but close," I confessed.

"Why?" Billy asked.

"They started on me in front of Ben, which I handled, but they, um, they,
um," I stumbled not wanting to upset them as they would only fly off the
handle.

Billy grabbed me.

"Tell me the truth Fez or I'll salt your behind so bad."

I giggled at the thought of the pair of them chasing me with salt shakers.

"Promise you won't flip out?" I demanded, and receiving nods, proceeded to
tell them the whole story, including the Coach's right handed belts.  This
confused Bobby until Billy pointed out he was left handed.

"You won't tell Dad about this will you?" I begged.

Billy looked a bit guilty as he pulled out an envelope with Chris' name on
it.

"Coach Garrison gave it to me to give to Chris," he said downcast.  "I'm
guessing it tells him about the fight and all."

"Plus, the way you are walking, Dad will either guess you've been whacked
or fucked, one of the two!" Bobby said laughing.

"Shit! Shit" Shit!" I cussed.  "Ben has asked me over for tea and if Chris
finds this out, I'm grounded for sure!"

Billy didn't say anything, knowing how much I wanted to spend time with my
new friend.  Bobby looked at me, cogs turning.  He sighed and then grabbed
the envelope out of Billy's pocket.

"What you doing?" Billy yelled at his brother.

"Seeing what Garrison has to say."

Billy lunged at Bobby who deftly sidestepped him and opened the envelope.

"Man, you gonna get us into as much shit as Ferret is!"

"Shush!" Bobby said meaningfully.  This stopped Billy dead.  It was very
rare that Bobby told Billy what to do, but when he did, Billy always
obeyed.  This was still a mystery to me, beings as Billy had always been
the more assertive of the two, but it had happened a few times in the four
years I'd known them.

"It's just the standard `your son has been naughty and we had to hit him a
few times' letter.  It just needs his signature to say he's okay with it or
if he wants to discuss it," Bobby said.

"Chris is gonna rip you a new one for reading his letter," Billy
threatened.

"No he's not coz he's never gonna know about it.  You can fake Dad's
signature, I've seen you practice it when you are practicing yours as well.
You sign it and tick the `all is well' box and Ferret is off the hook."

"Uh-uh no way bro"

"Come on Billy, this is for Ferret, he's always helped us out.."

"Helped you out you mean.  How many times has he let you fuck his mouth?"
Billy retorted.

That stung.

"HEY FUCK YOU BILLY" I yelled.  "I am not a fucking plaything that Bobby
uses!"  I swung a punch and connected with Billy's cheek.  I followed up
with a running jump, in which Bobby caught me mid-flight.

"No Ferret!" he said, twisting me away to one side.  "He didn't mean it
like that."

"Yeah he did!" I had a couple of tears rolling down my cheeks.  "If that is
what Billy thinks I am, then let's go.  You want a piece of me as well, is
it Billy?  I thought you were happy with Chris, but if you want my mouth,
it's yours as well.  I know I owe you my life.  I just didn't realise that
it would take you shoving your dick down my throat to make up for it.  Or
is it my ass that you're after?  Either way, they're yours for the taking."

Bobby let me go, shocked at the venom in my voice.

The two of them looked at each other and back at me.  I started to shake
with the emotions running through me.  I had no idea what was wrong with me
today, but I had just hit a melting point.  I crumbled to the path and
burst into tears.

"Shit Ferret, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Billy whimpered, tears
beginning to flow down his face as he picked me up and hugged me.  I
clasped my arms around him and cried.  "Look, Matt, we'll fake the note
okay," Billy said, using my real name for the first time in ages.  I always
know he means things when he calls me Matt.

I looked up his face and into his eyes to see the knowledge that he'd hurt
me, and that I'd stung him back.

"I'm sorry I said that Billy.  It was wrong of me.  I know you'd never use
me like that.  I'm just messed up a bit over Ben and over what happened at
school today."

We walked the last half mile home in silence, each of us thinking over the
things we'd accused each other of.  This was the first time that any cracks
had ever shown up in our solid front.



Billy opened the front door, shouting a hello to Chris while we took our
shoes off.  There was no reply, which is what we were hoping for.  Billy
quickly entered Chris' study and faked the note back to school to cover me,
before stowing it in his backpack.

We all went upstairs and got showered and changed.  I must have spent too
long looking in my wardrobe as to what to wear as Billy knocked and walked
into my bedroom.

"Matt, about earlier," he started.

I shook my head.  "Billy, I'm sorry for those things I've said.  You have
saved my life three times, including killing Harry to protect me, and I say
those things about you.  I know you would never want to force yourself on
me, but for a moment I just went over the edge.  I really don't know what's
wrong with me today.  I get in a fight, I play like a madman at rugby,
agree to play for the school, take a belting rather than detention and take
a swing at you."

My fourteen year old brother pulled me into a hug.  "You're in love for the
first time Fezz."  He said that as if that would clear everything up.
Sensing a need from me to be held, he pulled me onto my bed and turned us
so that we were spooned with him at the back of me, his arms holding me
into him.  I sighed contently and let him hold me.

We talked for a while about subjects we had covered in the past.  Our hopes
and fears of life while we were with Chris, what school held for us, and
what our future might hold.  A new topic was added.  Ben.

We chatted about my feelings and I finally gave up the story of what
happened in the shower.  I felt Billy kiss my head and neck softly as I was
telling it, and with that added stimulus with the retelling of the
experience, I found myself hard as a rock.

"Ah man, look what you've gone and done!" I whined at him.

He looked down over my shoulder and chuckled.

"That's what you get for being a horny twelve year old who's disrespectful
to his older brother!"

A thought flashed across my mind, which I at once disregarded, but it came
back with a vengeance.

"Um, Billy, I know I said those things earlier meaning to upset you, but,
um, would you ever, like, maybe now, do something with me?"

I felt him tense behind me.  Shit!  I've fucked up again.

"Forget it, I never said it okay!"

"Shush Matthew," Billy whispered, bringing his finger upto my lips.  "You
know I love you, but I'm in love with Chris and wouldn't want to wreck it."

"I know, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind.  I mean he's okay with me and Bobby
doing stuff.  I just want you to make me feel special and let me show you
how much I love you back.  I need this Billy, I need to do this."

I heard him sigh and he lay still for a few moments before I felt his right
hand caress my naked chest.  He kissed me again, just below the ear, and
whispered, "this is a one time thing Matthew."

His hand continued to circle my stomach before it travelled lower and he
gently cupped my balls.  I moaned slightly as he turned me towards him and
I moved my mouth towards his.  At the last second however, he turned and my
kiss finished on his cheek.

"Sorry Matt, but while I will give you this, my kiss is only for Chris."

I nodded reluctantly and sat up, pulling on his tee-shirt to lift it above
his head.  I leaned in and kissed his left nipple softly, running my tongue
around it.  I heard a low moan and I let my mouth travel over to his right.
After lapping, nibbling and kissing each for a few moments, my tongue
worked its way over his firm six pack and the top of his treasure trail.



It has been a while since I last saw Billy naked, and now I found myself
excited at the knowledge I was going to see him up close and personal
again.  I kissed and tongued his belly button while my hands felt and
kneaded his groin.  Billy's hands found my head and he gently caressed my
hair, still moaning at the expert bath I was giving his lower abdomen.  I
felt his meat grow hard and thought I'd better release it before it was too
uncomfortable.  I unbuttoned his jeans, hating the fact he wore button
flies rather than zipped, but got them lose nonetheless.

Billy lifted his body up to help me ease his jeans down to his knees before
he kicked them off, leaving us both in just our underwear, me in boxers, he
in briefs.  He pulled me back up his body, and lost in lust, kissed me full
on the lips.  I felt his hands grip my boxer-clad bum and he ground me into
him.  My hand found the back of his neck and we duelled tongues, me sucking
on his in submission.

Billy slid his hands into my boxers and cupped my bare cheeks, spreading
them and allowing a finger to run up and down my crack.  I winced slightly
as the sting of the earlier belting from Coach Garrison made itself
re-known to me.  I lifted off him slightly to allow him to shed me of my
last remaining clothing and he quickly removed his with a yank and a kick.
He pulled me back onto him, and I felt an electric shock pass through my
groin and my balls as our cocks touched each other for the first ever time.
I ground myself into him, our lips still locked together.  Again his hands
found my cheeks and again, a finger traced my crack.  For the first time
since the rape by Mickey, I didn't pull away when he found my pucker.

The sweat was pouring off the pair of us as we continued our forbidden
lust.  Our bodies were moving in unison as we dry-humped each other's
groins, the moisture of our lovelust providing enough lubrication to help
us.

I moaned loudly into Billy's mouth as his finger pushed past my hole muscle
and inside me.  For the first time, I accepted a penetration of my love
hole.  I bucked slightly as he moved his finger inside me and then had to
break off our kiss to gasp loudly as his found my magic button.  I came
immediately, coating both our groins with my watery cum.

I remained hard as a rock as Billy kept his finger inside me, and I
returned my mouth to his, forcing my tongue into his mouth.  We slid
against each other for a few moments more before my last crazy lustful
thought hit me.

Looking into his eyes, full of lust, I gasped out the fateful words.

"I want to feel you inside me, Billy, I need to feel you inside me."

He shook his head, but my lips found his again and my hands held his face
still.  I kissed him deeply, meaningfully, wantonly.  I felt the resistance
leave his body and I slid one hand down to his and removed his finger from
inside me.  I grasped his rock hard six inches and coated it with our sweat
and my cum.  I moved my body into position and gently placed his cock head
against my hole.

"Please Billy, make love to me," I whimpered.

He eased his body upwards and I felt my pucker quiver as his thick cock
head tried to penetrate me.  I remembered all that the twins had told me
about taking a dick up inside you and pushed with all my strength.  I
wanted this more than anything.

Pain, worse than the belting I had received earlier, flashed into my brain
as his cock stretched my hole before my body accepted the top end of his
love tool inside me.  Sweat poured off me even more than before.

"Just let yourself get used to it Matt," Billy whispered.  "I can wait."

I held him, kissed him, loved him, as my body got used to the invader.  I
nodded to him to let him know to continue and he slowly pushed himself
further into me, little by little, in and out before finally I felt his
balls nestle against my crack.  I smiled to myself as I kissed him.  He
began a thrusting motion into me, but I knew he was struggling with me on
top.  I put my arms around him and initiated the roll which his larger body
completed.  Surprisingly his cock remained imbedded within me.  I wrapped
my legs around his waist, crossing and locking my feet on his beautifully
curved butt.  He started his thrusting again and immediately hit my inner
button.  My cock stiffened back to its full glory.  Billy leaned into me
and I lifted myself up to meet his lips.  I wrapped my arms around him, and
he continued to slide in and out of me.  He was pulling almost all the way
out, stretching my pucker with his cockhead, before pushing it back in
until his balls and hair nestled against my cheeks.  We stayed in this
rhythm for several minutes before I felt my ardour rise once again.  I
moaned and gasped, my mouth leaving his, and I whimpered as my second
orgasm racked my body.  I felt my ass tighten over Billy's shaft and his
pumping became more urgent.  His careful, considerate lovemaking was over
as his own needs took over.  His thrusts became harder and he gripped my
body closer to him.  I held on to him, basking in his love, as he made love
to my body.  Billy was whimpering himself now, and I heard a mumbled jumble
of Matt, love, god, and so hot and tight.  Finally I felt him start to
shudder slightly and he grasped me harder and held me tight as he pumped
himself into me one final time, holding me still as I'm sure I felt his
cock shoot, spurt after spurt, inside me.  This caught me by surprise and
my body reacted the only way it knew how by climaxing for a third time,
this time dry.



Billy collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, spent, panting.  The room
stank of hot sweaty sex.  I heard noises at my door and turned to see Bobby
and Chris, open mouthed, staring at us in shock.





End of chapter.

BUMMER!  What an end to the chapter.  Sorry this one is sooooo long
compared to others, but once I got over my writer's block, I just couldn't
stop.  I wanted this chapter to introduce a bit more of Ben, and the
Blacks, as well as a bit more insight into our little Ferret's school life.
I also don't quite know where the sex between Billy and Ferret came from,
it certainly wasn't in my initial plot, but I thought it was quite hot once
I had written it.  I also wanted to get a sex scene in this chapter as it's
been months since I wrote one, so forgive me please.  I've just got to
figure out how this is going to affect the whole dynamics of the Franklin
family, and where it will leave Ferret with Ben.  Does he love him enough
yet to tell him?

On a good note, now that my writer's block has been broken, and my life has
returned to some sort of normality, you should see chapters being posted
fairly regularly again.

Please let me know if you enjoyed this chapter as it's been a while since I
wrote and I need to know if I've still got it, that is if I have ever had
it in the first place.  Thanks. Xxx.