Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2015 15:55:26 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Dangers of Desire - Chapter 3

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The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 3

by Matt


Josh let out a low, croaky moan. He was awake, but refused to accept it,
keeping his eyes tightly closed. 'Oh God, oh God, I'm dying. I'm actually
going to die from a hangover.' He flinched, even the sound of his own
thoughts sent a wave of pain through his head.

He heard a moan from beside and suddenly became aware of a weight pressing
on his arm. Someone was laying next to him and from the sound of it was
presumably in the same state. He pulled slightly with his arm, the body
rolling over to rest against him. An arm wrapped around him and Josh
returned the gesture, the warmth of the body cuddling up to him giving just
the slightest hint of relief from his hangover hell.

"You two getting up?" a voice called from somewhere in the room.

The sound shot through him like a nailgun to the skull. Still refusing to
open his eyes, Josh croaked back, "I'll get up... when you make the
room... stop spinning!" A grunt of agreement came from the body beside him
and silence thankfully returned long enough for them both to fall asleep
again.

Josh wasn't sure how much later it was when he woke up again, this time
realising from the hardness beneath him that he was actually laying on the
floor, most likely in the lounge based on the feeling of the rug. He still
felt like he was dying, but not quite as much as he had during his last
stirring. The body at his side was still pressed up against him, their arms
holding each other closely. Josh reached up with one hand and started
running his fingers through their hair, settling into a slow stroking. The
body stirred a little, purring contentedly in time with the hair stroking.

Josh tentatively allowed a single eye to open just a crack. Before
squeezing it closed again in response to the light, he saw a flash of
almost-ginger hair. "James?" Josh murmured. Another grunt of agreement. At
least he knew who he was suffering with now. Realising his hand was still
stroking the young man's hair, he pulled it away and muttered, "Oh, sorry."

James' arms pulled a little tighter as he spoke. "Carry on, it makes my
head feel better!" Josh smiled at the his obvious desire for relief and
resumed his caressing.

"We should get up." Josh whispered, already regretting the suggestion as he
considered the prospect of opening his eyes again.

"Why? I've got nowhere else to be." James answered, his face pressed into
Josh's chest. "Have you?"

"I guess not." Josh said, happily conceding to James' argument.

As they began to settle again, James turned onto his side with his back to
Josh, who turned in response, spooning the young man. Their bodies pressed
tightly together, Josh's arms around James, their legs tangled. "I'm glad
we're friends." James murmured, half-asleep, not even sure if Josh was
already unconscious.

Josh once again had no concept of time as he woke, his face nestled in a
mess of strawberry-blonde hair. It felt soft against his cheek as he
nuzzled against it, before remembering who it was and stopping himself from
getting too physical.

James turned in Josh's arms until he was laying flat on his
back. "Morning!" he said. As Josh opened his eyes he saw the young man was
smiling.

"How can you smile? Smiling hurts!" Josh muttered roughly. He reached up
with his free arm and rubbed his eyes.

"You're such a wimp." James said teasingly. "It's your own fault anyway."

"Is it? I don't really remember much after midnight."

James chuckled. "Yeah, that was around when you made up your game."

"What game?" Josh queried, still rubbing his head.

"I barely remember either, but pretty anything anyone said or did meant
they had to down a shot!" James explained foggily.

Josh groaned again, then looked down at himself. During his cuddling with
James, Josh had appreciated the warmth and comfort of the man's body
against him, but had barely noticed that most of it had been
skin-on-skin. "Why am I only wearing underwear? The game?" he asked,
already dreading the answer. James nodded just as a realisation struck
Josh. "Wait, this isn't even my underwear!"

James laughed now, making Josh cringe at the volume. "No, it's mine. And
I'm wearing yours!" Josh just turned his head to the side and gave a
puzzled look prompting him to continue. "Dale said something about me
wanting to get into your pants, so you thought it'd be funny..."

"If we got into each other's pants!" Josh finished the sentence, a partial
memory returning to him, laughing at the thought. He shook his head and sat
up. "Right, I need water and about a million aspirin!" He struggled to his
feet, shaking precariously as James just lay there, watching him.

"It's like Bambi's first steps!" James sniggered, grabbing Josh's ankle to
try and make him stumble.

"Fuck off." Josh shot back at him light-heartedly as he started to walk
away. His alcohol-addled brain suddenly caught onto something he had missed
before. Turning back to James, he looked down at the near-naked man and
said, "So... you wanted to get into my pants?"

James flushed bright red as he stuttered for a response, but breathed a
sigh of relief as Josh just laughed and continued walking away.

When Josh reached the kitchen, he saw a note on the little whiteboard stuck
to the door. He read it aloud, his brain still too hazy to do it
internally. "Liam and Ryan have left, I've gone to get breakfast. Back
soon. Dale." He wondered how long ago Dale had left, unsure of how long he
would have to be alone with James. He was beginning to get the feeling that
once he was more alert, embarrassment over his night's activities, as well
as the morning's cuddles, might make things a little awkward.

He staggered to the sink, poured himself a large glass of water which he
immediately gulped down, before refilling it to take some tablets. He
poured another glass and left the packet of tablets beside it before
staggering back into the hallway. "Hey James, I've left some water and
tablets out for you in the kitchen. Thought you might need them. I'm gonna
have a shower!"

"Thanks!" James called back from the lounge.

As Josh reached the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stood waiting for
it to warm. He reached down for the waistband of the underwear, suddenly
remembering it was actually James'. His cock stirred a little at the
thought of it, starting to swell a little as he pulled them off. Stepping
into the shower felt heavenly. While the water he had drunk was working to
alleviate his dehydration, the warm water running down his body was helping
to relieve his many aches and wash away his sleepiness. He reached his arms
up towards the ceiling, stretching his entire body, eyes closed as the
water continued flowing over him.

When he finished stretching and dropped his hands to his sides, he noticed
something out of the corner of his eye. The door was open. That was normal
though. Living with Dale, he rarely bothered to close it when showering as
there was little need. As such, he had forgotten to close it this time
too. But now, stood peaking round the door was a face... it was James.

'The horny little fucker' Josh thought with a sly smile. 'Well, I may as
well give him a show!' he reached for the shower gel, squirted a large blob
into his hand and then began lathering himself up, starting with his chest
then down to his stomach. A mixture of his own touch and knowing James was
watching had Josh's cock rigid before he even reached it. He lathered the
rigid meat and his balls, which hung low from the heat of the shower.

James was transfixed, his hand was inside his boxers, or Josh's boxers
really, a thought which simply added to his excitement. His massive cock
soon popped free, the front of the underwear tucked beneath his balls as he
stroked. "Oh my God." he muttered to himself as he saw Josh's sensuous
lathering. His stroking grew faster and faster, breathing getting ragged as
he neared climax.

"Why don't you join him?" a voice came from behind James. He turned, his
cock erupting in his hand, shooting several heavy strings of cum onto
Dale's jeans.

"Ah... Dale." James gasped, the excitement and intensity of his orgasm,
along with the shock and fear of seeing his friend stood there had him
almost doubled over as his cock twitched frantically. He attempted to stuff
his erection back in the boxers, but with his cum now dripping down Dale's
legs and the wall, trying to hide now seemed a little pointless. "I
was... I was..." James stuttered, but there was literally no explanation in
the world to justify his actions beyond the obvious truth.

Dale's serious expression burst into a grin as he watched James'
embarrassment unfold in front of him. "Come on, you fucking weirdo!" he
said, putting an arm around him and leading him back towards the lounge.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" James muttered, his face buried in his hands as
he let Dale lead him away.

Dale was still chuckling as the two of them sat on the sofa. "Relax dude,
it's no big deal." he said casually.

"Oh God, don't tell Josh about that. Pleeeeease!" James pleaded. His
embarrassment at just being caught by Dale was bad enough. Adding Josh too
would be too much!

"Okay." Dale said, putting his friend at ease. "But you really need to calm
down. It's not like you're the first guy in the world to get caught jerking
off! Hell, I've even caught you jerking off before, remember?" Dale
reminded him with an elbow to his side and a wink.

"Yeah, but nobody's ever caught me jerking off while watching their
boyfriend in the shower!" James argued back, almost intentionally
heightening his own humiliation.

"Well, that's true I suppose." Dale conceded. "But it doesn't bother me,
and I know it wouldn't bother Josh. Fuck, he'd probably just get turned on
by it or ask you to join him!"

James looked down at the floor, shaking his head before turning to Dale
with a weak smile. "Thanks." was all he could manage to say.

"What you thanking him for?" Josh asked, walking into the lounge, naked and
rubbing his hair with a towel, prompting a shocked stare from James and a
happy smirk from Dale. "I'm the one who gave you the show!"

Dale burst into laughter as James' face dropped in horror as they both
realised Josh had been aware of what James was doing.

"Oh, and Dale's right." Josh said as he neared the two men. "Next time you
should definitely join me!" He winked at James who looked like he might
literally die of embarrassment.

*****

After breakfast, and a lot more teasing, James had headed home leaving Dale
and Josh alone in their apartment. Josh's hangover lingered for most of the
day, so Dale happily entertained himself while Josh mostly just napped on
the sofa while attempting to watch TV.

The day passed thoroughly uneventfully until there was a knock at the door,
shortly before five o'clock. Dale answered it, and was more than a little
surprised to see Tony and Julia Harrison stood there, Benny's parents.

"Hi, erm... is Josh at home?" Julia asked politely.

"Yeah, sure, come in." Dale said, standing aside to let them in. "Josh,
you've got visitors." he called out.

Josh dashed through from the lounge smiling, but his face dropped as he saw
who was there. "Oh, hi Mrs Harrison, Mr Harrison." he greeted them, caught
somewhat off guard. "Are you okay? Come and have a seat."

Josh lead them into the lounge, followed by Dale. The two parents sat on
the sofa while Josh took an armchair opposite with Dale perching at his
side on the arm. "Is this about Benny?" Josh asked. He knew it was a stupid
question, it's not like they were coming round to chat about the latest
episode of Game of Thrones, but he figured it was best to get straight to
the point.

"Yeah." Tony said, nodding solemnly.

"I guess you've heard about him then." Julia added.

"A little bit, from Corey." Josh replied honestly. Dale looked down at him,
confused, so Josh explained, placing a hand gently on his leg. "Corey told
me that Benny had moved out, without warning, on his birthday and now
nobody knows where he's living."

"Oh... right." Dale said flatly. He was already concerned simply by the
presence of Benny's parents. He knew the effect the boy had on Josh and he
had spent the last few days being thankful that Josh had made it past the
boy's birthday without too much emotional turmoil. Now though, actually
talking about him, to his parents, he worried that Josh's feelings for him
were about to be dredged up once again.

"That's the gist of it." Tony said, the concern obvious in both his voice
and expression. "We have seen him since then, at school, and he seems
okay. We were worried for a while that he might be living on the streets or
something, but he looked great. Happier than ever."

"So I know it seems strange to be so worried about him when he seems to be
doing so well." Julia continued. "But we need to know he's really okay."

Both parents' eyes turned to Josh, who looked round at Dale and then back
at them. "I'm... I'm sorry for what you're going through, but I don't know
anything. I haven't seen Benny for years!"

"Yeah, we know. But we thought you might be able to help anyway." Tony
replied, a glimmer of hope in his voice.

Josh looked at them inquisitively, his grip on Dale's leg tightening a
little. Julia went on. "Since Benny switched schools, we've never met any
of his friends. We don't know anyone in his life that we can approach about
him. That was when we thought of you. I know you haven't seen him much, but
the two of you used to be so close, I thought maybe if you spoke to him..."

Josh's hand tensed, fingers tightening so much on Dale's leg that it made
him wince in pain. Josh had to hide it though. While the other boys knew
vague details of what had happened between Josh and Benny, the boy's
parents knew absolutely nothing at all. As far as they knew, Josh's week
with Benny had been fun but ultimately uneventful.

"I don't know... if I can...." Josh stuttered.

Dale could see Josh's struggle and stepped in. "We just don't know if that
would do much good. It really has been a long time and you know how people
can drift apart."

Josh's hand released a little, much to Dale's relief. "Yeah, I doubt he'd
tell me anything." Josh added, calming slightly. Had they sidestepped that
particular landmine? Had he avoided the request?

"Oh, erm..." Tony mumbled. "I suppose we understand that, but maybe you
could think about it. We know we're probably overreacting, he's probably
fine, but... he's our boy. Our only son..." his voice cracked a little.

Julia stood, with Tony following the gesture. "Look, if you... if you
change your mind, he goes to St Vincents now. If you do happen to find out
anything, please, please just let us know." she pleaded, a tear in her eye.

Josh just nodded. He remained seated as Dale lead the two emotional parents
back to the front door. When he returned, he stood in front of Josh. "Are
you..." before he could finish the question, Josh leant forward, wrapped
his arms around Dale's waist, buried his face in his lover's stomach and
sobbed.

Eventually, Dale pulled away and sat on the sofa, gesturing for Josh to
join him, the two cuddling together as Josh continued to cry softly. Dale
remained silent, just letting the emotional young man take as long as he
needed to compose himself.

Josh finally sat up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I've got
to go and see him!" he declared firmly.

"No, Josh... you don't!" Dale replied, matching his tone to Josh's. "You
don't owe him anything."

"Not for him." Josh said, looking round at Dale. "For his parents. You saw
how worried they are. How can I let them live like that, knowing that I
could probably get Benny to talk to me."

Dale nodded. He could understand Josh's reasoning, but couldn't agree with
his decision. "I'll go then. I'll find out what I can and let them know."

"No!" Josh snapped. "It has to be me!"

"What? Why you?" Dale demanded.

Josh wiped his face again. "This is why!" he said, holding up his hand and
showing the moisture from his tears. "I need to be able to face him. I need
to be able to think about him without turning into an emotional
shipwreck. You remember his fourteenth birthday?"

"Yeah, you faced him then, you were okay!" Dale replied, thinking back to
the day the two had reconciled.

"I wasn't okay. I spent that entire day feeling like worms were crawling
under my skin. I felt like I was going to throw up every time he looked at
me. The only reason I held it together, was because everyone else was
there. I was so scared of everyone finding out what I'd done, that I just
pushed it all down. Ya know, I spent the entire day after that party in
bed, crying, absolutely terrified of a little boy." Josh was virtually
yelling, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Dale listened, horrified to hear the extent of Josh's deception, more upset
about not being there for him than being lied to.

"That's why it has to be me." Josh concluded. "I have to stop being scared
of him."

*****

"That's awesome!" Greg said cheerfully as he listened to Sam's story.

The boy had just recounted the tale of how he had turned on Josh at the
football pitch the previous day to Greg, Tim and Warren. The four of them
were on the bus, heading out to the cinema for the evening. They were sat,
as they always tended to, on the top deck, right at the back, despite the
rest of the bus being pretty much empty. The only other passengers were on
the bottom deck, which allowed the boy's to be as loud as they wanted
without disturbing anyone. It had been Warren who had asked for the full
story, having had hints of it from Sam.

"I'm not surprised though. Anything gets that perv hard!" Tim
laughed. "Remember that time at the pool." Warren and Greg joined in the
laughter. Sam smiled, but couldn't join in with their laughter having only
heard about Josh's embarrassment at the pool second-hand.

"Hey, don't underestimate my skills of seduction." Sam bragged with a
cheeky grin.

"You got an eternally horny gay guy to pop a boner. That's not a
challenge." Tim said back defiantly.

"Bet I could turn all of you on!" Sam said back with a wink.

"Maybe gay boy and the closet case..." Tim answered back, pointing first to
Warren then to Greg.

"Hey!" Greg objected.

They all laughed as Warren grabbed Greg's leg and said, "Come on Greg,
you're gayer than I am. Just come out already!"

"Fuck off." Greg said, folding his arms and turning his attention out the
window. Warren's hand continued up his leg, the boy's bulge very visibly
stretching down to meet it. He turned back to face the others,
blushing. "That doesn't mean I'm gay, it just means I'm horny!"

The others all laughed at his weak argument until he shuffled across the
back seat to move closer to Tim and placed a hand on his leg. "What are you
doing?" Tim snapped, trying to pull away.

"Proving my point!" Greg argued. He slid his hand up Tim's leg, just as
Warren had done to him moments before, but Tim's small bulge remained
motionless. Tim smiled, Warren and Sam laughed, Greg just looked pissed.

"Come on, that's not how you turn a guy on. This is!" Sam said as Greg
shuffled back across the seat to sit next to Warren. He moved closer to
Tim, being careful not to actually touch him, then leaned in and whispered
in the boy's ear.

Greg and Warren watched as Sam whispered for several seconds. Tim began to
squirm in his seat, gulping heavily, then came definite growth in his
pants. Sam pulled away, grinned at the other two and said, "THAT is how you
turn a guy on!" They couldn't help noticing that Sam had developed a fairly
sizeable bulge of his own. Tim just looked mortified that Sam had been able
to push his buttons so easily.

All four boys sat in silence, struggling to hide their erections, except
for Sam who let it stand proudly. Warren finally broke the silence as he
looked across at the other three. "Well I'm horny as fuck now, and I'm not
the only one... whadda you say? Last to cum buys the popcorn?" Without
waiting for an answer, he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock.

The expressions on the other three ranged from terror (Tim) to outright
delight (Greg). Soon enough though, all three had pulled out their own
boners and started tugging away frantically. Being on the top deck meant no
passing vehicles could see them and the houses that whizzed by were gone
too quickly for anyone to spot them.

Warren looked down the line. He had seen the other boys naked over the
years in various situations, but this was his first time seeing Greg and
Tim hard. Tim's dick was by far the smallest at barely five inches, while
Greg seemed to be sporting around six, the same as Sam's. He remained happy
knowing his was the biggest of the group. He noticed all the others getting
a good look too, even Tim, but both he and Greg avoided eye contact with
the others.

Sam was a different matter though, staring straight at Warren and
grinning. He nodded down towards Greg's vigorously pumping hand and winked
at Warren, who got the idea.

Warren reached down and grabbed Greg's wrist, startling him a little. The
blonde boy looked nervously at Warren, who pulled the hand away, and placed
it onto his own cock. He moaned quietly as Greg's fingers willingly wrapped
around his shaft. Warren returned the favour, taking hold of Greg's solid
meat. A moan came from Greg too as they stroked each other.

Greg looked like he would have quite happily sat there for hours, but his
body had other ideas. Under Warren's expert touch, it didn't take long
until the boy was shooting an excited load all over the back of the seat in
front. As he orgasmed, his grip tightened on Warren's dick, triggering a
matching explosion of jizz. Both boys moaned loudly as they shot.

Grinning heavily, Sam just watched the two enjoying each other. He was so
caught up in the show that he almost missed Greg shooting a small load
below him, his cock dripping onto the floor between his feet.

"Sam loses!" Warren called out happily as all eyes turned to the
golden-haired boy who seemed happy to continue stroking for his
audience. His breath quickened as he grew close. At the last second, he
turned, knelt on the seat and pointed his cock at Tim.

"What are you..." Tim started, but before he could even ask the question,
Sam shot several squirts of cream over Tim. It settled in thick lines
across his coat as he stared in disgust.

Tim was furious, immediately punching Sam in the arm as the boy settled
into his seat and put his softening tool away. As the two boys argued, Greg
looked round at Warren and smiled. "That was amazing!" he whispered
happily. Warren just grinned in reply.

Once they reached their stop, the boys ran off the bus, thanking the driver
and sniggering over their shared knowledge of how they had just defiled his
vehicle. As they walked the short distance to the cinema, Sam took hold of
Warren's hand, the two boys walking happily and smirking at the side-ward
glances that their open display of affection still drew. Shortly behind
them, Greg and Tim followed silently.

Occasionally as they walked, Warren looked back to ensure the two silent
boys were still with them. He couldn't help noticing that Greg's eyes
seemed fixed on the hand holding. Realising that Warren could see him, Greg
raised his eyes, embarrassed, then smiled and looked away.

Inside the cinema, they headed for the ticket queue, Sam veering away
shortly before, saying to the others with a wink, "I'll go get the
popcorn." His idea elicited another snigger from the boys, and an angry
glare from Tim as he was reminded of what they had just done,
subconsciously wiping at his coat.

"You're getting me a large!" Tim called out. He turned to Warren and Greg
and added, "He owes me a big one!" The two boys burst into laughter at
Tim's unintentional double meaning, making him look even angrier. "Fuck
off, you know what I mean!" he snapped before storming off after Sam.

The queue moved painfully slowly, the two boys gradually edging forward,
exchanging occasional glances but no words. Sick of the awkwardness, Warren
stared at Greg, waiting for the boy to return his look. "What's wrong?" he
asked when Greg finally complied.

Greg just shrugged dismissively. "Nothing."

"Are you... upset about what happened on the bus?" Warren asked, working
through the evening's events in his mind.

"No!" Greg said enthusiastically, a hint of a smile flickering across his
face before it dropped again. Tempering his excitement, he added, "No, that
was... fun!"

"Is it because we told you to just come out?" Warren asked, suddenly
feeling a pang of guilt. Even though he was sure Greg was actually gay, and
his joke had been meant as a premature show of support, he considered the
pressure it may have put on him.

"No, I'm used to that anyway. I just think you're sick of being the only
poof!" Greg sniggered in a blatantly transparent attempt to deflect the
line of questioning.

Warren ignored the comment. "I saw you looking at me and Sam holding
hands. Did that... bother you?"

"No." Greg snapped again, but his body language told Warren quite clearly
that he was heading in the right direction.

"Oh." Warren said, considering which way to go next as they shuffled
forward slowly. "Wait, do you like Sam?"

"What? No!" Greg said, shocked at the implication.

Warren just looked at him, worried about asking his next question. "Me?"

"You wish!" Greg sniggered.

Warren smiled along with him, but remained determined to get to the bottom
of it. A few more minutes passed as they shuffled painfully slowly down the
queue, Warren's eyes fixed on the boy, studying him, thinking. Finally he
reached out and took hold of the boy's hand.

Greg blushed, looking round and expecting the whole room to be staring in
disgust or shock, but saw no response from anyone at all. He closed his
fingers around Warren's and looked up into his eyes, then smiled shyly.

"Was this all you wanted?" Warren asked, amazed at the simplicity of the
problem. When Greg nodded, he asked, "But why?"

Greg shrugged, debating whether or not he should divulge his train of
thoughts. Figuring that Warren had taken the first step and he should
probably take the next, he opened up. "Look, when Benny left and you came
out, it made this... I dunno, split. You paired off with Sam and seemed to
get closer every day and I got stuck with Tim. Well, not stuck with him,
he's one of my best friends, but he's not the most... open guy in the
world!"

Warren smirked. "Yeah, he's pretty much got the emotional range of a
teaspoon!" he joked.

Greg smiled at the comment, his nerves dissipating slightly as Warren
nodded along with his explanation. "At first it didn't bother me, I thought
being so touchy-feely was pretty gay and I was worried that if I did it,
people might find out that I'm..." He froze, realising what he had been
about to say. Warren stared with an excited smile. "Shut up!" he said
pre-emptively.

"I'm not saying anything. Carry on." Warren said flatly, not wanting to
interrupt Greg's flow.

"Yeah, so like I said, it didn't bother me at first, but I guess I just
keep seeing it and sometimes it'd be really nice to... Oh don't make me say
it." Greg said, flustered.

"Sometimes you just want a cuddle?" Warren asked with a grin.

Greg looked round at the other people in the queue, hoping they weren't
listening. When he finally dared to look back at Warren's grinning face, he
couldn't help smiling too. He just nodded, then looked down at their still
held hands.

"You really are gay, aren't you!" Warren teased him, earning himself a
punch in the arm as he laughed.

*****

Benny sat back in his chair, looking down at the quiz sheet in front of
him. Happy with the answers he had given, he looked at clock, waiting
impatiently for the designated time to run out. The last few minutes of
school on a Monday seemed to be the slowest of the week! Eventually the
designated quiz time ended and the teacher, Mr Trent, called out loudly,
"Pen's down, your time's up."

He walked around the room, collecting the answer sheets from all of the
students, the noise gradually increasing as they began to chatter. As he
reached Benny, he paused, noticing a small piece of paper on top of his
answer sheet. He read it and carried on collecting the sheets of paper.

By the time Mr Trent got back to the front of the class, the chatter had
grown quite loud. "Quiet!" he called out sternly. They all knew well enough
that when Mr Trent told you to be quiet, you complied immediately, so the
the noise ceased. "Okay, homework for tonight, read chapter 16 and answer
the questions at the end ready for next class." He turned to move back to
his desk as the students all began packing away, knowing the bell was just
seconds away. Without looking back, he called out loudly, "And Mr Harrison,
please stay behind after please."

There was a chorus of 'oohs' and other jibes, the class knowing that nobody
ever got kept behind by Mr Trent for anything good. The bell rang and
everyone else began running out, some smacking Benny on the back in support
of what they expected to be a harsh talking-to. As the last student left,
Mr Trent got up and closed the door before turning to Benny.

"I got your note, Sir!" Mr Trent said meekly, his entire demeanour suddenly
changing.

"Very good, Quentin." Benny smiled as he stood from his chair. It gave him
a buzz of excitement seeing the strict 35-year-old teacher suddenly shrink
under his gaze, even more-so when he referred to the man by his first name.

"What can I do for you Sir?" Quentin asked quietly, remaining still.

Benny walked up to the man. During their first ever encounter, Benny had
been six inches shorter than the man. Now though, they were the same
height, making it even easier to control him. Benny placed a hand on his
chest, squeezing a nipple through the man's shirt. Slowly he slid his
fingers down and round to the man's slightly soft sides. "I was thinking
about your cock for that entire lesson!" Benny reached down and grabbed his
slave's cock through the material of his trousers.

Quentin gasped as he felt his master's fingers around his concealed
package. He said nothing, having learned long ago that it was best to only
speak when asked a question.

"I want to see it. Take off your trousers." Benny ordered.

"What... here?" Quentin asked. "But someone could come in..." He could see
the anger on Benny's face at being questioned, but the thought of exposing
himself at school terrified him. The boy had never asked him to do that
before. The repercussions if he was found would be severe!

"If you're so worried about being spotted, then you should probably get on
with it so that we're done quicker!" Benny reasoned calmly.

The man trembled, trapped between his fear of getting caught and his
compulsion to obey. Benny's firm stare eventually won the internal fight as
he reached down, undid the belt and button, slid down the zip and let the
trousers drop. His briefs were bulging, the boy's orders arousing him as
always. "Them too!" Benny said, looking at the straining fabric. Quickly
Quentin pulled them down to his ankles, then stood, his erection poking out
from a thick, dark bush between the bottom flaps of his shirt.. He looked
at Benny in anticipation.

"Sit down at your desk." Benny ordered, before turning to return to his
own. Before sitting down, he unzipped his school trousers and fished out
his own erection, allowing it to poke free from his fly.

Both teacher and student were sat at their desks, Benny took hold of his
erection and started stroking, nodding to Quentin to do the same. The
teacher happily complied, wrapping his fingers around the shaft as a bead
of pre-cum dribbled down it. He had never been so scared in his life, but
the fear served only to heighten his enjoyment.

The stroking continued, both of them visibly and audibly getting close to
release. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Panic spread across
Quentin's face. Knowing it was probably just a courtesy knock and that
whoever was there was probably about to walk straight in, he pulled himself
against his desk and leant forward, knowing that his desk hid everything
from the waist down. Smirking, Benny did the same.

As expected, the person walked straight in. It was Mrs Sumpter, one of the
history teachers. "Quentin." she started, then noticed Benny. "Sorry, Mr
Trent. I just wondered if you were coming to the faculty meeting?"

"Erm, yes, I'll be coming soon." Mr Trent replied nervously, cursing his
choice of words as he heard Benny smirking. "I'm just helping Mr Harrison
with a personal matter he's having so I'll be along shortly!"

"Okay, I'll see you there." Mrs Sumpter said, leaving and closing the door
behind her, completely unaware of what she had interrupted.

Quentin breathed a heavy sigh of relief that he had not needed to
move. There would have been no way to subtly pull up his trousers without
her seeing. Worse still was that the adrenaline of almost getting caught
had actually made his cock even harder. Now laughing out loud, Benny stood
up and approached the terrified teacher, cock in hand.

"That... was so hot!" he said with a devilish grin. "Get on your desk!" he
ordered.

Still scared but now too aroused to care, Quentin complied, jumping up onto
his desk. Benny pushed him back into a laying position, lifted his legs
into the air and pushed his cock against the man's hole. His own natural
lubricant was enough to let him slide inside the man and within seconds he
was fucking him furiously.

"Oh, oh Sir!" Quentin gasped as the boy fucked him closer and closer to
orgasm.

As the boy thrust a last few times, he filled the man's rear with his warm
seed before reaching down and with just two strokes made the teacher
ejaculate too, a small pool of cum dribbling from his cock onto his tie.

Breathing heavily and grinning, Benny pulled out, slipped his cock away and
walked over to his desk. Picking up his bag he headed for the door and
said, "You can go now!" He opened the door to leave, making Quentin jump as
he realised anyone walking by would be able to see him. Benny left the door
open as he walked away, laughing at the man's fear.

The corridors had emptied quickly as students rushed to leave for the day
and teachers, apparently, headed for a faculty meeting. Benny made his way
through the corridors and out of the building, saying casual goodbyes to
the occasional student that he passed. As he walked out of the school
gates, his mind was fixed on what he was going to do at the house that
night but he was shaken from his fantasising by a familiar voice. "Benny."
it called out.

Benny turned to face him, his eyes widening. "Josh?"