Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2015 21:21:41 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Dangers of Desire Chapter 1

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Author's Note – This story is a direct continuation of my previous
story, Benny Takes Control (BTC). The prologue may be useful for previous
readers to refresh your memories with regard to the characters
involved. Anyone who hasn't read BTC should probably do so first, things
may not make much sense without it. It can be found at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

Following the conclusion of BTC, I was planning on taking a break from
these characters for a while. However, thanks to a mix of reader feedback
and my own desire to see what comes next, I'm proud to present to you the
continuation... The Dangers of Desire. I hope you all enjoy this story as
much as you enjoyed BTC. Feedback, comments and constructive criticism is
welcome as always to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

Finally, apologies for the exceptionally long chapter. There was just so
much I wanted to get established in this chapter!


The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 1

by Matt


"Wakey wakey birthday boy." Mrs Harrison called out as she knocked on
Benny's door. A few seconds later there was no response so she knocked
again. "Come on Benny, time to get up." Still no reply.

"You know what he's been like, he's probably just ignoring you." Mr
Harrison said, walking past and hearing his wife's comments before adding
loudly, "Maybe he doesn't want his presents!" He stopped to listen for the
response. Still nothing.

"I'm going in." Mrs Harrison said with a stern face.

"Good luck. Last time I went in without permission, he screamed at me for
ten minutes!" Mr Harrison said, remembering the incident with a frown.

"Benny!" Mrs Harrison called out as she opened the door. "What the..." she
exclaimed as the room came into her view. It was spotless. Bed made,
curtains open, floor clear of the usual debris. More than that though, most
of his personal belongings were gone. The desk and shelves were
empty. "Tony." she called out to her husband as she walked in, confused.

Mr Harrison came in and pulled a similar face to his wife. Looking at the
bed, he noticed a piece of paper leaning on the pillow. He dashed across,
picked it up and read it out.

"Dear Mum and Dad. Sorry to just spring this on you, but I've moved out. I
had to wait until I was sixteen to do it and I knew if I told you that
you'd try to stop me. Don't worry, I'm not in trouble or anything, but I
needed to get out on my own. I know I've not been easy to live with over
the last couple of years and I'm really sorry for that, but at least now
you can have some peace and quiet.

I'll still go to school, I'm not dropping out or anything so you don't need
to be concerned about that. I promise I'll come back and see you soon. All
I ask if that you don't try to track me down, I just need some time. Thank
you both for everything. Love you loads. Benny. P.S. I bet you never
thought you'd see my room this tidy. Dad, maybe you can finally make it
into that home gym you've always wanted."

He lowered the letter and looked at his wife, flabbergasted. "He's
gone. Benny's... gone!"

*****

"Ugh!" Dale grunted as he rolled over and fumbled for his phone, attempting
to turn off his alarm without opening his eyes. His blind swiping failed to
achieve results so he opened a single eye, just enough to see it, turned
off the alarm and dropped his face back into his pillow.

A moment later, he turned his head to look at Josh. He already appeared
wide awake, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Dale reached
across and ran a finger through his boyfriend's hair, making him
jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You okay?" he asked, a little
concerned.

Josh turned to face him, smiled briefly then turned back and said, "Yeah,
I'm fine." It was clear from his tone that he was far from fine.

"Hey, what's up?" Dale asked, sitting up and turning to look down at the
quiet young man, again stroking his fingers through his hair.

Josh just raised his hands and looked briefly at his wrists. They were
faint now, almost invisible, but a close enough look revealed thin scars
circling all the way around both his wrists. He couldn't bring himself to
look at Dale. "Today's his birthday. Sixteen today." Josh mumbled.

Dale cursed himself for forgetting the date. He had thought about it a week
ago, but then lost track of what day it was. He almost hoped that Josh
would forget about it too, but knew it was a long shot. Benny had been the
best thing that had ever happened to them, his actions bringing the two
them together.

At the same time, he was also the worst. Every time he looked at the scars
on Josh's wrists, he was taken right back to the day it had happened. The
phone call from Josh that was more sobs than words, getting to Benny's
house and finding both boys sat crying, distraught, in the bedroom, the
blood running down Josh's arms. It still shocked him how much blood could
come from such minor wounds.

He did his best to shake the images from his mind. As hard as it was for
him, it had been a million times worse for Josh. Despite what the boy had
done, Josh had truly loved Benny, trusted him implicitly and it was the
shattering of that trust that hurt more than any cut.

It had now been two years since they had last seen the boy... or the man,
as he was now! On that day, Josh had forgiven the Benny, accepting that
what he had done had been an act of uncontrollable passion rather than
anger or hatred. Dale had hoped that it would allow Josh to put it behind
him, but forgiving and forgetting are two very different things.

Dale held out his arms, gesturing for Josh to come to him. Josh sat up and
the hugged his lover, the warmth of his body felt comforting, while the
strong arms wrapped around him made him feel safe. "I love you Dale." Josh
whispered in his ear as his head rested on the man's shoulder.

"I love you too." Dale whispered back, kissing Josh's shoulder as his hands
rubbed up and down his back.

Josh pulled away and smiled at him. A sincere smile this time. Without
warning, Josh jumped up, spun Dale round and lay him flat on the
bed. Climbing on top, their naked bodies pressed together as their lips met
ravenously.

Dale knew it was Josh's attempt to distract himself, but as his cock began
swelling he found himself caring less and less why Josh was doing it and
just enjoyed it instead. As their passionate embrace continued, they soon
found they had two rigid cocks mashed together between their stomachs. Josh
pulled away for a moment, just long enough to growl, "Fuck me!"

Still lost in the frantic kissing, Dale reached out to the side and grabbed
the bottle of lube that remained on permanent standby. Opening it behind
Josh's back, he squeezed some out into his hand then reached down into
Josh's crack, quickly finding the hole and slicking it. Josh spread his
legs obligingly, bringing his knees onto the bed either side of Dale's
waist.

Now it was Dale's turn to pounce, throwing Josh to the side and onto his
back. As he moved into position, he spread the remainder of the lube onto
his own now-throbbing member. Lifting his lover's legs as he knelt ready in
position, Dale exposed Josh's hole and pushed his cock eagerly into
it. Josh moaned. Dale moaned. Their eyes fixed on each other as Dale began
thrusting.

Josh reached up and put his hands behind Dale's neck, half pulling him down
while pulling himself up until their lips met in the middle. The position
was hard to maintain and Josh soon dropped back down onto the bed.

Dale took another glob of lube into his hand then wrapped it around Josh's
shaft, making him gasp with pleasure. He spread the lube along the whole
length until he came to the head, wrapping his entire slippery palm around
it. He wiggled his fingers slightly, making his palm shuffle round and
round on the sensitive head, knowing exactly how wild it drove Josh.

"You... ah!" Josh gasped, trying to say something, but losing it to the two
simultaneous waves of pleasure from prostate and cock.

Dale's thrusts continued with the same sense of urgency as Josh's earlier
kiss, speeding him towards a rapid explosion. "Yes, yes, ah, yes!" Dale
gasped as his cock began to twitch out a heavy load inside Josh.

The warmth inside him triggered Josh's own release. With Dale's hand
covering the whole head, the cum just pooled in his palm and began to
dribble down the shaft as the hand movements continued. The added wetness
and warmth of his spunk along with the post-orgasm sensitivity made Josh
whimper a high-pitched gasp as Dale continued teasing. Finally, smiling
widely and gasping for breath Josh called out, "That's enough!"

Josh lay there, panting, sweaty, still convulsing as Dale knelt above him,
grinning cheekily as he licked cum from his fingers. "Oh God I love you!"
Josh said between breaths.

Dale just smiled his approval, giving Josh's softening cock a teasing
squeeze before jumping off the bed. "I've gotta get ready for work, I need
a shower." He started walking away then turned back and added with a wink,
"Wanna come wash my back?"

Josh was up out of the bed in less than two seconds.

*****

Josh and Dale were sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen when they heard
a key turning in the door. They didn't move as they knew it would be
Nick. Their apartment wasn't far from the McKenzie house, so Nick came
round every morning to get a lift with Dale. He had left school after his
GCSEs and now attended one of the local colleges instead. His college
happened to be on the route to Dale's office so it made sense for them to
travel together.

"Morning guys." Nick called out, dropping his keys back in his pocket as he
walked in.

"Hey." They said back in unintentional unison.

Dale looked up as the boy entered. It didn't seem right to think of him as
a boy. He was the same height as Josh now and looked more like him every
day. The main difference being their haircuts – Josh's short and tidy
while Nick's was longer and usually intentionally scruffy – and their
build – Josh had continued his work at the gym and maintained his
pleasantly muscled physique while Nick remained slim.

Sometimes it was torture for Dale. He loved Josh, more than he ever thought
possible, so having another boy who looked so similar was a constant
tease. The guy he was most attracted to in the world, but in
double. Thankfully, the openness of the relationships between the three of
them allowed for his fantasies to be occasionally indulged, but nowhere
near as often as he would like.

"Morning!" another voice came from behind Nick, catching Josh and Dale's
attention. It was Warren.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Dale asked, with a smile.

Unlike the similarity between Josh and Nick, Dale and Warren couldn't have
looked more different. Dale stood at 6'4" and joining Josh at the gym had
quickly toned his body into a mountain of solid man, nicely muscled without
looking over-the-top. The mop of dark curly hair, the strong jaw line
usually coated with neatly trimmed stubble, all centred around stunning
hazel eyes. Warren, only a month away from turning sixteen, could still
have some growing to do but currently stood at just 5'7" and slim. His
black hair was soft, smooth and straight, short on one side and hanging
long on the other, covering half of his face and one of his big brown eyes,
pools of melted chocolate as Josh had once described them.

"Me and Nick had a... erm... sleepover last night." Dale replied, eliciting
giggles from them both boys. "So I thought I'd come say hi before heading
to school."

As the two boys reached them, Dale greeted both with a hug, holding onto
Nick for just a couple of seconds longer than he probably should. Josh just
remained seated and smiled at them both, thoughts of Benny gradually
creeping back in as his post-sex high waned.

The two boys joined them for breakfast. They had already eaten before
leaving, but growing boys never say no to seconds. They all chatted as they
ate, although Josh remained quiet, only speaking when asked something
directly. Dale went to finish getting ready as Nick and Warren ate their
last few mouthfuls.

"Come on then, trouble." Dale said, sliding a hand across Nick's shoulders
as he walked round to say goodbye to Josh. "You okay?" he asked quietly as
he kissed him on the cheek.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Josh replied, a little more convincingly than he had
earlier. He kissed Dale on the lips then pushed him away. "See ya later."

At the same time, Nick was busy kissing warren goodbye... or trying to suck
his tongue right out of his head, it was quite difficult to tell the
difference from the way they were going at it. "Bye. Love you." Nick
grinned as he finally ended the snog.

"Bye sexy. Love you too." Warren said back, pinching Nick's bum as he
turned away, making them both giggle.

"See ya, squirt." Dale said as he passed Warren, rubbing the boy's head and
intentionally messing up his hair, knowing how much it would annoy him.

"Fuck off!" Warren called after him as he reached up and tidied his
hair. As the door closed, he looked round at Josh. The expression on his
face made Warren quiver with excitement. Josh was up on his feet, dashing
round to Warren's side of the breakfast bar. Without slowing, he picked the
boy up, threw him over his shoulder and dashed through to the bedroom.

Slamming the door open, he threw the boy across the room to land on the
bed, pulling his clothes off as he approached the still bouncing
boy. "Fuck!" Warren gasped in both shock and delight at the eagerness Josh
was showing. He held a hand out in front of him, stopping Josh in his
tracks. Seeing how keen he was just made Warren want to tease him
more. "Wait!" he ordered.

Josh stood, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with desire, cock already
pointing straight up to the ceiling. Wondering why he had been ordered to
stop, he watched as the boy climbed onto his feet. He started to
undress... slowly. He pulled his school jumper off over his head and threw
it aside, then teasingly unbuckled his belt, top button open, zip slid
down. Biting his lip, he stared down at Josh as he slowly pulled the flaps
aside and revealed his underwear-clad bulge. Letting go of the trousers,
they dropped to the bed and got kicked aside, along with his shoes and
socks.

He reached for the bottom of his shirt, undoing a single button to reveal
just a small triangle of skin above his waistband. Then came the second,
his navel popped into view, pale, smooth and firm. The third button
followed, more skin. The fourth, his chest was almost in view, nipples just
hidden. One more button and the two small rigid peaks popped into
view. Warren closed his eyes and moaned as he teased one between his
fingers. The last buttons opened and he reached for his school tie.

"Leave the tie!" Josh snarled.

Warren bit his lip as he grinned again, never before looking more like the
'naughty schoolboy'. He pulled the collar of the shirt under the tie and
threw the shirt aside. Again he closed his eyes, this time one hand on a
nipple, the other groping his bulge. The boy turned, bent over and pulled
his underwear down low enough to just reveal the pale white mounds of his
rear.

Josh was virtually hyperventilating with anticipation. He had already
wanted the boy so desperately, but now seeing his favourite part, the boy's
perfect arse, he almost disobeyed the order to hold back and jumped on
him. He resisted.

The underwear was slid the rest of the way down and kicked aside. He stood
back up, looking over his shoulder at Josh with a devilish grin. Finally,
he turned, revealing his own erection, matching the upwards direction of
Josh's. However, while Josh's cock, like the rest of his body, was covered
in fine dark hair, Warren was completely smooth from the neck down, a
slight stubble beginning to show behind his rigid cock. Holding his boner
with one hand, pulling on the tie with the other he stared Josh in the eye
and said confidently, "Come on then!"

That was all the invitation Josh needed. He reached and grabbed the boy's
legs, pulling them out from under him and making him fall flat onto his
back. Josh climbed on, straddling the boy before reaching down to grab the
tie. He used it to pull Warren up into a sitting position. Wrapping the tie
around his hand to keep him close, Josh kissed him hungrily, revelling in
the feeling of the boy's soft lips against his own, the tongue invading his
mouth.

Josh eventually released his grip, allowing Warren to flop back down onto
the bed. He lunged forward to nuzzle the boy's neck before starting to kiss
a trail down his chest, down his stomach, licking the boy's navel as the
head of the solid cock pressed into his chin. He moved a little further
down, licking the solid meat like a lollipop.

"Oh, Josh!" Warren gasped as he lay enduring the man's frantic assault on
his body.

Josh couldn't be happier as the boy's dick slid between his lips. It had
grown substantially in the years he had known him, now almost the same size
as his own, perhaps a little shorter but thicker. The sucking was as
furious as the rest of the love making so far, making Warren gasp for
breath, his fingers clutched at Josh's hair.

"Josh, slow down... Or I'm gonna..." Warren started, then added. "Too
late!" His eyes rolled back in his head and his hands moved to his sides,
knuckles turning white as he clenched bedding tightly in his
fingers. Several shots of cum down Josh's throat later, Warren just called
out, "Josh!" It prompted the man to stop sucking.

Josh stood back up, his own cock leaking precum like a dripping tap. He
grabbed the tie again, pulling the boy up then flipping him round to kneel
on the bed. Josh climbed up behind Warren, the precum oozing from his rigid
stiffy providing enough lubrication for both his own erection and Warren's
hole.

Thrusting in hard, Warren gasped and bolted upright, his back slamming
against Josh's chest. "Shit!" he called out more from surprise than pain.

"Sorry." Josh whispered in his ear, kissing it gently. He slowed his
thrusts as he wrapped his arms around the boy's slender body, kissing his
neck. Josh's hands slid up and down the smooth, flawless skin of Warren's
torso as his hips pumped away, not slowing until he had filled the boy with
his second load of the morning. He stopped humping, but remained inside
Warren as he began to soften. His hands slid a bit further down, delighted
to feel that the teen was still hard. "I want you to fuck me!" he pleaded
in a whisper.

"I don't think I can cum again so soon." Warren said, reaching up to stroke
Josh's cheek behind him. He felt Josh press his face against his hand,
enjoying the touch, mewing quietly.

"I don't need you to cum, I just want to feel you inside me." Josh replied,
then kissed the boy's neck again.

Warren had been hoping that Josh's voracious appetite had just been pure
and simple horniness, but that request betrayed a lot more than Josh
probably realised. He was hurting, bad and was seeking all the comfort he
could find. "I've got a better idea." Warren said, turning his head and
tilting it back to kiss Josh quickly on the lips.

He moved down into a laying position, ensuring that Josh followed. He
shuffled into a comfortable position, with one of Josh's arms under his
neck, while the other draped over his hip. The emotional young man hugged
Warren close, spooning up against him, making as much of their bodies touch
as he could. In return, Warren pulled Josh's arms together in front of him,
holding his hands. "How's that?" he asked quietly, looking down and seeing
the scars. He still didn't know how Josh had got them, except that they had
been inflicted somehow by Benny.

Josh said nothing in response, just sniffed quietly. Warren felt the
wetness of tears on his shoulder.

Several minutes later, the sniffing stopped. "Promise you'll never hurt
me!" Josh pleaded.

"I'd die before I'd hurt you!" Warren said back. He turned 180 degrees to
face Josh. "I love you so much, Josh."

"I love you too, Warren."

*****

The wind blew chillingly cold through the school quad, the occasional bouts
of drizzle driving most of the students inside for their lunch break. A few
remained outside, mostly playing games of football or stood in small
huddles, chatting boisterously.

A small wall, about three foot high, ran along one side of the quad,
separating a small path along the side of a building. That was Warren's
favourite spot when he wanted to be alone, sitting on the side of it that
faced away from the quad, the wall hiding him from the view of the rest of
the pupils and students. Today he had sought refuge there, partly from the
cold wind, but mostly to think about Josh... and Benny!

The younger boy had been in his class but after the incident, whatever it
may have been, he never came back to the school. Various rumours flew
around about the reason for Benny's diappearance. Warren may not have known
all the facts, but he knew enough to know that none of the whisperings even
came close to what had really happened.

The one time Warren had seen Benny since then was his fourteenth birthday
party, where the boy had apologised and seemingly made up with everyone,
but once the party was over, none of them saw him again, whether that was
by chance or design they didn't know.

After Benny's fourteenth, Josh seemingly returned to normal, with only the
occasional moment of melancholy. Then Benny's fifteenth birthday had rolled
around and Josh's mood plummeted. It only lasted a few days thanks to the
support of his friends, but they had all hoped it had been just a one-off,
that the next birthday would come and go uneventfully, but alas not. Here
was Benny's sixteenth and Josh looked to be slipping again.

"I thought you'd be here." a voice came from above him. It was Sam, looking
down at him with a sweet smile, strands of golden brown hair partly
covering one eye. The boy's hair was nowhere near as long, or obstructive,
as Warren's own, but it was long enough to occasionally obscure his
vision. He hopped over the wall and flopped down beside Warren, brushing
the hair aside so he could look at his friend.

"Hey Sam." Warren said flatly.

"Ugh, I hate when you're miserable. What's wrong? Boyfriend trouble?" Sam
asked with a cheeky grin.

Warren couldn't help smiling now. First came the thought of 'which
boyfriend?', quickly followed by a surge of joy at the boy's willingness to
talk to him about such things. On returning to school after the Summer he
met Nick and Josh, he had desperately needed someone outside of their
complicated little circle to talk to about it.

That someone had been Sam. He had briefly considered a couple of other
friends, namely Greg and Tim who, along with Benny, had made up his best
(and only) friends at school. There was something about Sam though, a
potential closeness he sensed could sprout into something wonderful. At
first he suspected the boy may have been gay too, with his perfect hair,
beautiful face and softly-spoken manner. That was what made Warren
comfortable enough to come out to him, although his disappointment was
quite obvious when Sam revealed that he was straight.

Sexual orientation aside though, the two quickly bonded, sharing (almost)
all of their secrets with each other. Sam was the only boy who knew the
extent of what Warren had got up to that Summer. He eventually told Greg
and Tim parts of it, but far from the whole story. The shared secret seemed
to bring them all closer together, but Warren and Sam particularly so.

"Something like that." Warren replied, his smile fading. "Josh is... having
a hard time at the moment and I don't know what I can do about it."

"Heh. Hard time." Sam giggled at the double-entendre, making Warren nudge
him angrily, despite his smile. "The way you were grinning this morning, I
bet you had a VERY hard time." He winked.

Warren blushed. Sam had an uncanny knack for knowing when Warren had 'done
it', although between Josh and Nick, that was most of the time for Warren
anyway! "Shut up, I don't mean that sort of thing."

"I know." Sam said, his expression turning serious, but still with a hint
of a smile. "So what's got him so down?"

"Just... I dunno... stuff from the past. He's quite depressed about it."
Warren replied. It was hard not knowing the full details, and even harder
explaining it without disclosing what he did know.

Sam looked straight ahead at the bare wall of the building in front of
them, humming quietly to himself as he thought. "Hey." he said, looking
back to the silent boy beside him. "When you're feeling down, being alone
sucks. So why not make sure that tonight, he's not alone!"

"Yes!" Warren said, his eyes widening as a smile spread across his
face. "We can have a party! You... are the best!" He reached across and
kissed Sam excitedly on the cheek.

"Ugh, I'm gonna catch your gayness!" Sam called out, rubbing his face where
Warren had just kissed him.

"Fuck off!" Warren chuckled, pushing Sam away. The boy rocked away from
Warren, then bounced back, going far enough to bring his head to rest on
his friend's shoulder. Warren smiled at the gesture. It was so nice having
a friend he could be so close to, physically, without wondering where it
was going. He could hug Sam, kiss him, even hold his hands and he knew the
straight boy never took it as anything more than friendly affection.

Warren pulled his phone out and started texting. First to Dale. [Hey bro, I
guess Josh is feeling a bit down again this year. Was thinking a few of us
should come round tonight and keep you guys company to take his mind off of
it. Whadda you think?]

Dale's reply came quickly. [Sounds like a good idea. We're going to the gym
after work with Ryan and Liam, I'll see if they wanna come round. Could you
ask Nick and Corey?]

[No problem bro. Mind if Sam comes too?]

[That's fine. Thanks for this. See you later xx]

Warren put his phone down and tilted his head to the side, resting it
against Sam's. "All sorted." he said happily. "Wanna come?"

"Yeah." Sam said happily. "You sure Josh won't mind me hanging around?"

"Of course, Josh loves you." Warren replied quickly.

"Just Josh?" Sam said, pulling his head away and pouting comically.

Warren giggled. "You know I love you too." He blushed. It wasn't the first
time had said that to Sam, but as the first friend he had ever said it to,
it still embarrassed him a little to say it aloud.

Sam gave Warren a quick hug then stood up. "Come on then. I skipped lunch
to come cheer you up, so you can buy me some chips!"

Warren said nothing, he just laughed and followed Sam, texting Nick and
Corey with his evening plans as he walked.

*****

Dale was running on the treadmill, just entering his fourth mile when he
saw Josh approaching him in the mirror. He cut his run short, hopping off
and stopping the machine. "Hiya." he said happily, hugging Josh.

"Aargh, you're all sweaty!" Josh said, pushing him away, but letting his
fingers hold onto his arm for just long enough to show his affection.

"Yeah, that's kinda the point. Not all of us come here just to hit on guys
and play in the showers ya know!" Dale teased him back.

"Hey, that last time we were both playing in the showers!" Josh argued
back, making Dale blush a little as he remembered the encounter Josh was
referring to.

"You seem... better." Dale said, happily, immediately wondering whether
mentioning the bad mood may have triggered its return. He nervously looked
to Josh, preparing himself for both good or bad.

"Yeah... I am." Josh replied with a broad smile, much to Dale's relief.

"Oh, that's a shame, I'll cancel the plans for tonight then!" Dale said,
turning to walk away, knowing that Josh's curiosity would get the better of
him.

"Plans?" he asked, running after him.

"Yeah, Warren noticed you seemed down so he thought you might like it if we
had a few of the guys over, ya know, to cheer you up. But if you're okay
now, I guess I'll just cancel." Dale teased.

Josh jumped in front of him and put on a fake pout, his eyes big and
watery. "No, I'm sad, see!"

Dale laughed and gently punched Josh's arm. "You tit." He kissed Josh on
the cheek then added, "I'm gonna get back to my run. Catch ya later."

Josh looked round nervously. He was still a little wary of guy-on-guy
action in public. He had been out for quite some time now, but it still
seemed strange. He had yet to have any hassle for it thankfully. He should
have known not to expect any of it at the gym though, the two of them had
been going there together for over two years now and had never been
secretive about their relationship. It probably helped that they were
friends with Ryan and Liam, who nobody dared to mess with!

Speaking of Ryan and Liam, Josh saw the two of them working together across
the room, bench-pressing an absurd amount of weight. He walked over to
them, greeting Liam with a quick hug and nodding a greeting to Ryan who was
laying on the bench, holding onto the bar above him.

"What's the deal?" Ryan said, then took the weight of the bar, lowering it
and lifting it, adding a few more words between each lift. "Dale said
we're... coming over to.... cheer you up!" He dropped the bar back into
place, swivelled round and sat up, facing Josh. "Ya know, since you stopped
dating girls, you've started turning into one yourself!" He got up and
added some extra weights to the bar.

"Fuck you!" Josh laughed. Anyone listening in might have interpreted the
exchange as aggressive, but Josh had long since learned that this was how
Ryan communicated. If he bothered to insult you about something, then it
was usually because he cared about it. "I was just.. having a bad day. I'm
over it now." Josh said, smiling.

Ryan shrugged dismissively and lay back down onto the bench, but Liam
looked a little closer. He could tell Josh's smile was completely
superficial. While his lips turned up, his eyes remained unchanged, sad
even. He caught Josh's attention and the two shared a silent
exchange. Josh's eyes betrayed his sadness while Liam's conveyed his
understanding – something was up but he didn't want to talk about it.

Liam sidled next to Josh, the shorter man's head only just reaching above
Josh's shoulders. He raised an arm and placed his hand on Josh's back,
rubbing gently. Josh mewed involuntarily at the comfort of the other man's
touch, making Ryan look round at him questioningly, prompting Liam to pull
his hand away. As Ryan shrugged and returned to the weights, Josh and Liam
smirked at each other. There wasn't really any need to hide their closeness
from Ryan. As much of a stereotypical jock as he appeared, they knew he
understood how things were and wouldn't really have an issue with it. It
was more about the excitement of having a secret, the danger of getting
caught that prompted them to keep it hidden.

The only person who knew they fooled around together was Dale and that was
because he was often involved along with them, the three occasionally
sharing significantly more than a sneaky rub on the back.

"You look like you could use a shower!" Liam said quietly to Josh as Ryan
began another set.

"No I only just got here. I..." Josh started, before seeing the twinkle in
Liam's eye. He smiled in return. "Yeah, I should... probably hit the
showers! See ya later guys." Ryan grunted a goodbye while Liam struggled to
stifle another smirk.

As Josh headed back to the changing rooms, he caught Dale's eye. He gave
him a cheeky smile before gesturing back towards Liam. Dale soon got the
idea but waved and shook his head, indicating for Josh to go ahead without
him. Josh smiled back and ran in.

A few minutes later, he was stripped naked and stood under the hot stream
of the shower. The water felt great, but he was craving slightly more
erotic feelings than warm water and eagerly stood waiting for Liam. His
cock was already rigid before he heard the quiet knock on the cubicle door,
Josh's fairly distinct orange towel hung over the top of it as a signal for
Liam.

As he opened the door, Liam took a quick look around and then dashed in to
join him. It wasn't the biggest cubicle, especially as neither of them were
particularly small guys. Liam closed and locked the door behind him then
turned. Josh's earlier look of sadness had now been completely consumed by
lust. He lunged forward, knocking Liam back against the door as he buried
his mouth into the man's neck. Liam gasped at the ferocity of the manoeuvre
before raising his hands onto Josh's sides, sliding them slowly down and
round until he cupped his buttocks.

Josh's hands slid between them as he continued kissing and licking Liam's
neck, revelling in how different the young man's body felt. While Dale was
nicely toned and pleasantly hairy, and Warren was smooth, flat flawlessness
from head to toe, Liam was a marvel of muscle with his perfect pecs and
clearly defined abs, all of it covered in a light stubble, the body hair
starting to grow back from his usual waxing.

Liam finally managed to push Josh back, their eyes meeting as he stepped
back. He knew what Josh wanted and for once he decided to let him have
it. Liam had lost count of how many times they had been together now, but
could probably count on one hand the number of times the two had
kissed. Their encounters had always been about physical needs and desires
rather than romantic intent. Liam didn't want to date Josh, he just wanted
to fuck him, an arrangement that happily suited them both. As such, Liam
always avoided kissing. It wasn't something they ever spoke about, it's
just the way it was, the way they had gotten used to, but now Josh's eyes
were pleading for it and Liam was helpless to resist, so he nodded his head
ever-so-slightly.

Josh moved forward again, gentler this time, not knocking Liam back at all
as his arms stretched round the shorter man. Tilting his head down, Liam
returned the gesture, looking upwards as their lips met. Their hands
continued exploring each other as their lips pressed together, gently at
first, keeping in tone with the softness of their kiss. As the minutes went
by, the intensity of their embrace increased, their hands keeping up with
the strength of it, moving from soft strokes to desperate clawing.

Panting loudly and really not caring who might overhear them, Josh pulled
out of the kiss and demanded , "Fuck me... hard!"

That was exactly what Liam was waiting to hear. Josh turned, leaning
against the wall with the shower head and spreading his legs, partly to
expose his hole and partly to lower it for the shorter man to reach. The
warm jet of water pummelled his skin, running in heavy rivulets down his
back, teasing his hole with its heat.

Liam reached across and pumped some shower gel from the dispenser on the
wall into the hand and used to lubricate first himself and then Josh,
quickly pushing one finger in, followed by two then three.

Josh's arms were crossed, pressed against the wall with his head resting on
them. He moaned quietly but happily as he felt the digits penetrate him,
followed soon after by six thick inches of cock. As requested, Liam wasted
no time in fucking him hard and fast. His big, low-hanging balls swinging
forward against Josh's own with each thrust.

"Harder!" Josh snarled, turning back to look at Liam.

Again Liam complied, ramming against Josh's rear as hard as he could,
pushing himself as deep inside as possible with each pump. Josh's entire
body jumped every time Liam slammed against him, he moaned into his arms,
head pressed firmly against the tiled wall.

He felt the rapidly-moving cock twitch as his insides filled with warmth,
but the thrusting continued for several seconds afterwards until Liam could
take no more and pulled out, collapsing against Josh's back, gasping for
breath. He reached round, holding the taller man in a hug as the water
splashed around his head.

Josh remained motionless until he caught his breath, then stood up straight
and swivelled, his slippery, wet body allowing him to easily turn with
Liam's arms still around him. He returned the hug for a few seconds,
tilting his head down to rest on the top of Liam's before they
simultaneously let go.

Liam reached up, placed a hand on Josh's cheek the stood on tiptoes to
plant a quick peck on his lips. "I'm here if you wanna talk!"

Josh smiled down at him. "Thanks." he replied quietly.

Liam left the cubicle first, followed ten seconds later by Josh. Their
separate leaving was unnecessary really as the changing room was virtually
empty. Even if it hadn't been, they had been far from quiet and any
prospect of discretion had been completely shattered by their noisy fuck.

They chatted as they dried off and dressed, the conversation completely
normal guy stuff. 'What happens in the shower stays in the shower!' Liam
thought to himself, holding back a smile. Josh seemed a lot more relaxed
after their session, but he wondered how long it would last. He was glad he
was spending the evening with him as it would allow him to keep an eye on
the troubled young man.

Once they were dressed, they headed out of the changing room, just as Ryan
was heading in, shortly followed by Dale. They waited near the exit until
the other two finished in the changing room, the two of them joking about
the prospect of Ryan and Dale doing what they had just done, but knowing it
would never happen.

Liam and Ryan walked together as they left, leaving Dale walking alongside
Josh. "So who's actually coming over tonight?" Josh asked as they walked.

"These guys." Dale said, pointing to Ryan and Liam. "Warren, Nick, Corey."
Josh smiled at the mention of each of the names. "Oh, and James."

"Oh." Josh said, his face dropping.

Dale sighed. "I don't see what your problem is with him!"

Josh shook his head. "I haven't got a problem with him, he just doesn't
like me!"

"Oh it's all in your head! Dale insisted. "Besides, I haven't seen him
since before Christmas so it'll be nice to catch up. So be nice!"

"I'll be nice when he is!" Josh said back moodily.

*****

Warren and Sam were already there when Josh got home. As he walked in, he
saw Sam first. The boy was sitting on the sofa while Warren lay on it, his
head resting on Sam's lap. They both smiled at Josh as he entered. "Hello
people who don't live here!" he said through his smile. "Ya know, we gave
you that key for emergencies!"

"This was an emergency." Warren said, sitting up. "I wanted a blow job and
we would have got arrested if we'd done it out on the street!" He
sniggered.

"You wish, gay boy!" Sam said, nudging Warren so hard he slipped off the
sofa.

Josh couldn't be mad at the boys as he laughed at their antics. There were
more greetings as the other three followed Josh inside. They had all met
before, although Sam had only met Ryan and Liam a few times, so Dale
discretely reminded him of their names and vice versa.

Nick arrived a short time later, with Corey following behind. The youngest
McKenzie brother made his usual loud entrance, virtually demanding that all
activity stop to acknowledge his presence. Josh watched Corey
contemplatively as he made his way round the room, hijacking every
conversation.

For some reason, his mind rushed back to that day at Benny's house, the
first day he had got involved in their activities. He had been shocked to
see the boy there, laying naked on the floor, impaled on Dale's cock. He
had flipped out completely, almost bringing Benny's games to an end. In
hindsight, he probably should have, but he had allowed it to continue at
Corey's insistence. That was the first day Josh had seen the his youngest
brother as a young man, rather than a little boy.

He had still been so small back then though, the 'little' brother in every
sense of the word. That was definitely not the case now. At fourteen, and
just months away from turning fifteen, he seemed to grow an inch every
night. Already closing in on Josh and Nick's height, he was close to six
foot tall now. The sports he loved, particularly football, had him bulking
up quite quickly too, his build much like Josh's had been at that age. It
still surprised Josh how different Corey looked to himself, especially
considering Nick's uncanny likeness. His hair was an almost-yellow blonde,
cut short mainly to avoid it getting in his eyes while playing
football. The tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, overly-confident football
payer, he was going to break hearts – a lot of them!

"Hey bro." Corey finally said, having made his way around everyone else in
the room. He gave him a tight hug.

The things they had done with Benny had brought Josh closer to both his
brothers but in very different ways. Josh and Nick still messed around
together sexually, sometimes alone, sometimes with Warren or Dale,
occasionally with both. That sort of thing had stopped with Corey almost as
soon as the stuff with Benny had ended, the younger boy happily settling
into his heterosexuality. Sometimes Josh felt guilty for letting Corey get
involved, especially as he eventually came to find out that the boy had
done it mainly be close to him and Nick, rather than any sexual desires.

Without the physical closeness Josh shared with Nick, his closeness with
Corey came purely from their openness and sharing. Corey told him
everything. Every crush, every problem, every good part of his
days. Whenever Josh spent time with his youngest brother, it reassured him
that the events of that Summer had, on the balance of things, been
beneficial. In a way, that was why having Corey there made him feel better
than any of the sexual liaisons he had enjoyed during the day.

"Hey bro, good to see you." Josh said back as the hug parted.

Corey gave him an inquisitive look, tilting his head to the side and
analysing his big brother. The closeness worked both ways, but without the
need for Josh to really share that much. The boy was insightful, scarily so
at times, almost being able to read Josh's mind. His psychic abilities
emerged once again. "Forget him and enjoy this." he gestured to the room
full of friends.

Josh laughed at the boy's comments. In two seconds, with just five words,
he had cut through all the crap racing through Josh's mind and gotten
straight to the point and, more importantly, the solution. Still laughing,
he pulled the boy back into a hug. "Love you, Cor."

The younger sibling pulled away, flashed him a cheeky smile and replied,
"Yeah, I don't blame you!"

*****

James had been last to arrive and had quickly joined in the lively
conversations and drinking with the other guys in attendance. Josh had
steered clear of him for most of the night, save for a slightly frosty
greeting on his arrival.

The evening was starting to wind down now and the others had been right, it
was exactly what Josh had needed. Liam and Ryan had been first to leave,
having the furthest to travel home. When it neared Corey's curfew time,
Nick, Warren and Sam decided it was probably a good idea to leave at as
well.

Josh was in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink when he suddenly found
himself surrounded by the four boys, all bidding him hurried farewells
before he really even had a chance to react. Nick was most
entertaining. Being the oldest at seventeen, he was the only one of the
four boys who Josh had allowed to have alcohol but he wasn't really used to
it yet and was acting a little tipsy after a single drink. Once they had
said their goodbyes and filed out, Dale walked in, putting on his coat.

"I'm gonna run them all home." he explained, kissing Josh on the cheek.

"Okay, is everyone else gone?" Josh asked as Dale started walking away.

"No, James is still here." Dale said with a slightly cruel grin.

"Ah, why?" Josh complained.

"I haven't had much chance to catch up with him, so he's gonna stay a bit
later so we can spend some time together when I get back. Besides, this
might give you a chance to get to know him better." Dale said, then turned
and left.

Josh downed his drink as he heard the boys shouting goodbye again before
pouring himself another one. Reluctantly he walked out of the kitchen and
saw James sat alone on the sofa. He considered sitting on one of the big
armchairs opposite, but figured it would be slightly less awkward if they
weren't stuck staring at each other and sat at the other end of the sofa
instead. James raised his eyebrows and smiled politely as he saw Josh
approach, then grabbed his own drink from the coffee table and took a big
gulp.

Josh sighed heavily. His day had started so crappy but then gotten so much
better but was now sliding downhill once again and he wasn't going to let
that happen. "What's your problem?" Josh asked, a lot more bluntly than he
had intended it to sound.

James looked round at him, shocked and looking more than a little
annoyed. "I don't... have a problem! Do you?" he snapped back.

"Yeah. You." Josh replied, already regretting his alcohol-fuelled
honesty. "Ever since I started dating Dale, you seem to have gone out of
your way be a total dick to me!"

James' jaw dropped, his eyes narrowing to angry slits. "I'VE been a dick to
YOU? Oh of course, it's about you, it's all about Josh, isn't it!" he
shouted back.

"What?" Josh said softly, the response not quite what he expected.

"Oblivious as ever!" James sneered.

"What?" Josh repeated, his expression changing from anger to confusion.

James shook his head. "Dale meets you and suddenly everything's 'Josh this'
and 'Josh that', no time for me any more!" he said, voice still raised,
probably revealing more of his issue than he realised.

"I didn't..." Josh started to argue back, before realising what he had
really said. "Wait... you're jealous?"

"Oh fuck you!" James snapped, standing up with the intention of walking
away.

Josh stood and blocked his way. "No, sorry, I don't mean that like a bad
thing." he said, his expression softening. "You think... I took him away
from you?"

"I don't think it, I know it. We used to do everything together, then you
come along and I see him once a month if I'm lucky!" James said, his voice
growing quieter, despite the obvious anger still seething within him. He
dropped back down onto the sofa.

"Do you... like Dale?" Josh asked gingerly, sitting down next to him.

"No!" James snapped. "He's just a friend. He was..." his voice trailed off.

"Your best friend?" Josh asked, finally catching on.

James stared him straight in the eye, nodded slightly then turned away as a
tear pooled in the corner of his eye. Josh felt a sudden wave of empathy
for James. He had spent two years with completely the wrong idea about him.

"We used to do everything together." he repeated.

"Yeah, I know." Josh said with a devilish grin, remembering what Warren had
once told him about seeing Dale and James messing around together.

James immediately caught on to the intimation in Josh's reply, anger
returning to his face, but this time diluted by embarrassment. "He told
you?" James asked.

"Nah, he's never said a word." Josh replied, smiling even more at the young
man's obvious embarrassment. "Warren... saw you!"

"That little fucker!" James muttered.

Josh stayed silent for a moment, letting the awkwardness linger
intentionally. "So is that one of the main things you miss?"

"No." James snapped, still angry, but as he looked at Josh's face, the
frown faded and he burst into laughter. Josh joined him, the laughter
draining the tension between them. "Well, maybe a bit."

"I didn't know you were one of us." Josh said, grinning.

James nudged him. "I'm not." He shrugged, then leaned forward in the seat,
placing his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands. "It's
just... I really enjoyed messing around with him. He was the first person I
ever... did things with. Do you have, like, a first guy you fooled around
with?"

Josh's mouth flapped as he tried to reply. What could he really say to that
without opening a whole can of worms he had spent all day trying to keep
tightly closed. Eventually he just managed a sympathetic, "I know what you
mean."

"I'm not even saying I wanna do that stuff, we never planned it, it always
just kinda happened. I miss just hanging with him in a way where stuff like
that has the option to happen. Oh God, I'm talking total bollocks. I'm not
in love with your boyfriend if that's what you're thinking." James rambled
nervously.

"But you wouldn't mind a quick hand job from him?" Josh laughed.

James blushed heavily.

"Let's... try something." Josh said cryptically. He reached out and took
hold of James' shoulder, gently pushing him back so he he relaxed back into
the sofa cushions. "Close your eyes."

James did as he was told, then felt Josh move closer, his lips coming so
close to his ear that he could feel the other man's breath.

"Imagine I'm Dale. So, when you fooled around, what would he do?" Josh
whispered.

James gulped nervously. "Well, first he'd just stroke my chest through my
shirt, I always liked that." he explained. As he said it, he felt Josh
copying the actions he described. He gasped at the realisation of what was
happening, but kept his eyes closed, an image of Dale fixed in his mind.

"And then?" Josh asked quietly as he caressed the young man's firm chest.

"Then he'd..." James stuttered, his breath quivering. "He'd kiss my neck."
Josh's lips were there, so gently he barely felt them. James' entire body
shuddered as a million butterflies fluttered in his stomach. "Then he'd
take off my shirt and... and kiss my chest."

Josh reached down and James leaned forward a little, allowing Josh to pull
his shirt off over his head. He relaxed back again as he felt first fingers
and then lips on his chest. Josh marvelled again at another body so
different from the rest he had experienced that day. He was as slim and
toned as Warren, but with a few more years of maturity. The most
distinguishing feature was the smatterring of freckles starting on his
shoulders, spreading down his arms and chest. He was whimpering with
pleasure at Josh's touch.

"What next?" Josh asked in a whisper, releasing a nipple from between his
pursed lips.

"He would... slide his hand... down." That was all he could manage to say,
but Josh got the idea.

Until then, Josh's attention had been focussed above the waist, but with
the instruction he looked down. James was very obviously rigid, a massive
bulge snaking down his leg. 'Warren wasn't kidding, he's hung!' Josh
thought, remembering the other detail Warren had mentioned when revealing
Dale and James' history to him.

He slid his hand down over James' stomach, playfully stroking the thin
trail of ginger-blond hair beneath his navel. He followed the line of hair
down, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, finding a
small soft bush beneath his fingers. His exploring hand continued past the
hair, soon sliding down warm, hard flesh.

"Oh God!" James called out as he felt Josh's hand touching his shaft. "And
then... and then." he gasped.

"Shh." Josh whispered. "I know what's next." He planted a gentle kiss on
the quivering man's stomach before reaching down with his other hand to
undo the jeans. Using both hands, he pulled at them along with the
underwear. James raised himself off the sofa to allow Josh to slide them
down to his knees.

His huge cock swung free, hitting his stomach with an audible
slap. Returning to kiss James' neck, he took hold of the monstrous meat
with one hand and stroked it slowly. It took no more than a dozen strokes
before the smooth heavy balls contracted and the huge dick twitched in
excitement.

"Dale!" James moaned.

He was more of a dribbler than a shooter, but it was one hell of a
load. Thick white spurts kept oozing out, pooling first in the navel before
overflowing and dribbling down towards his bush as his chest heaved
breathlessly.

Josh finally let go, reluctantly, of the huge penis and sat back on the
sofa, resting his hands behind his head.

James' eyes were remained closed as he caught his breath. Suddenly coming
back to reality, he felt extremely exposed as he sat there mostly naked,
wet from his own cum. "Oh God." he muttered, grabbing for his shirt but
Josh stopped him.

"Relax, let me grab you something to clean up first." Josh said with a
smile as he got up and headed to the bathroom.

Once James was cleaned up and fully dressed again, he sat quietly on the
sofa again, looking more than a little embarrassed. "So, is that like what
you used to do?"

James nodded, then added, "Well almost, sometimes I jerked him off in
return." Any need for secrecy or discretion had long disappeared, so he
shared the fact without hesitation. He quickly realised the way Josh might
have interpreted it and turned to him. "That's... that's not an offer!"

Josh laughed, rocking forward in his seat. "You're so cute!" Josh said
through his laughter, meant as a comment of endearment rather than any kind
of flirtation.

"Fuck off." James said, blushing and avoiding eye contact, but smiling
reluctantly.

Josh stopped laughing and sat back again. He stared at James and waited
patiently for the young man to look back at him. "I'm sorry." he said
frankly. "I didn't mean to do it, but I guess you're right, I did... kinda
steal him away from you." He paused for a moment, considering the
situation. "Look, you mean a lot to him and I can see how much he means to
you too. I'm gonna make sure he gets to see a bit more of you from now
on. Whadda you say?"

James smiled and almost welled up again. "That'd be great. Thank you."

"He'll be back soon. I should probably leave you two to catch up." Josh
said, starting to move away until he felt a hand grab his own.

"Don't." James said quietly. "Don't leave. I think... I need to get to know
you a bit better too." As he smiled, he noticed he was still holding Josh's
hand and let go of it, his blushing returning quickly.

Josh laughed again. "I'm gonna hug you now." he said, leaning towards
James.

"Okay." James said happily, leaning in to meet him.

*****

As Dale lay in bed, he turned over to see Josh laying flat on his back,
staring at the ceiling, exactly as he had that morning. This time though,
his stare was accompanied by a broad smile.

"You okay?" Dale asked.

Josh turned to look at his boyfriend. "I'm... fantastic!" His happiness was
so obvious it was almost radiating off of him in waves.

"Good, I like seeing you happy." Dale replied sincerely. "And you and James
seem... better!?"

"Yeah, we.. talked about a few things. He misses you. A lot." Josh
explained.

"He said that?" Dale asked, the affection apparent in his voice. When Josh
nodded, he added, "I need to spend more time with him!"

"I'm glad you think that, cos I already told him you would be!" Josh said
cheekily.

"You," Dale said, placing a hand on Josh's chest, rubbing it gently, "are
amazing."

"You're not wrong!" Josh replied smugly, prompting a punch in his arm from
Dale.

*****

Benny lay in his bed, the events of the day running through his head. He
had spent so long building up to that moment, when he would finally venture
out on his own and now it had happened. So many questions ran through his
head. Why had he done it? How were his parents taking it? Would everything
continue going as well as it had up until then? Had he made the right
decision?

Unable to get to sleep with his mind racing, he got up and walked out of
his bedroom. There were still several lights on throughout the house. He
leaned on the railing overlooking the main reception area.

A man emerged from one of the downstairs doors and headed across the wide
marble floor. He looked up as he walked and noticed Benny stood there. He
stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at the boy nervously. "G... good
evening, Sir!"

"Good evening." he replied flatly. "Carry on." he instructed. 'Did I make
the right decision?' he asked himself again.

The man ran off quickly. As he reached a door and opened it, a loud scream
came from inside, cutting off as the door was pulled closed. Benny's lips
curled up into a smile. "Definitely the right decision." he said to himself
quietly, before returning to bed.