Date: Thu, 17 May 2007 16:52:19 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ben's Fantasy Chapter 31

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,
beliefs, and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it might
not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times
between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you
are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if
story, shame on you for reading it -- please stop here.  If not, -- ENJOY!

 Cast of characters:

 Ben Hastings -- That's me!

Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad

Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.

Reyna -- My Best Friend

Ranj Kumar-- Another friend

Jared -- A football whore.

Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate.

Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother

Mick and Mack Majors - The twins

Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors

Etienne Croissant -- Salesman

Alan Randall -- Dad's friend

From Chapter 30:

"Well - - we can go out to breakfast -- or something.  My treat!"

"O -- okay."  I said.

He gave me a few numbers to dial that evening, and we hung up.

I couldn't get the picture out of my head of Cindy humping my side --

and my reaction to it and of course - - - Al's obvious "Is Ban Gay?"

look.

Chapter 31:

 Etienne arrived exactly at 8:00 AM.  He gave my jeans and white dress
shirt a sidelong glance.  "Sorry, Dude!"  I said.  I promise as soon as I
get a chance, I'll get some duds.  I couldn't wear these again," I said,
holding up the bad with the clothing he loaned me from yesterday, "They
stink!"  I decided not to tell him that that slutty girl was rubbing her
crotch all over them.

I expected McDonalds again, but he took me to a pretty nice coffee shop for
breakfast.  I waited until he ordered, as my parents had taught me, then
ordered something similar in price.

"When's your birthday, Ben?"  He said out of the blue, as we were finishing
our food and he was paying the waiter.

"Huh?"

"Your birthday -- when is it?"

"August -- 31st, why?"

"Good, you're getting a nice outfit from me!"

"You don't need to do that.  Besides, that's too far away.  I will buy my -
"

"I mean this afternoon -- after our last appointment.  And -- I won't take
no for an answer.  And -- right now -- We're going to my place so I can
change clothes.  I'll get into something more like you have on."

"Aww -- Etienne -- I'm sorry!  I feel like such a - "

"Ben -- it's okay -- really!  It won't hurt to dress down for a day."

He grinned and something was different -- I couldn't quite figure it out.

When we got to his apartment, he first took off his silk shirt.  He had no
undershirt, and his toned upper body almost made me drool.  Toned both in
muscles and in color, he had a well developed tan as well.  I sat on the
bed to wait, and then he unzipped his Dockers.  Nothing under them either.
Well, that's not quite so.  There was a nice package that fell loosely in
front of him.

He hung nicely -- maybe 5" soft.  I turned away.  When I turned back he was
neatly tucking that 5" -- or maybe it was more like 5 ½ - cuz I think it
grew a little -- into his stretch jeans.  He smiled at my obvious
appreciation.  Then I noticed what was so different.  He had some smile
wrinkles around his eyes yesterday.  Now they seemed to be gone.

"Etienne," I said, trying to change the subject -- at least in my brain -
from his nicely cut dick, "Your -- I mean - you look -- younger today."

"I probably got a little more sleep last night."

"I mean -- your eyes -- they -- or at least I thought I remembered some --
smile lines -- around them."  I wasn't gonna say wrinkles!

"Oh yeah.  I got some new stuff called Sti-Vectin.  It seems to work pretty
well, huh?  I just put some around my eyes last night.  They're still
there, just not so pronounced."

"Uh -- yeah -- looks good."  I said.

"You don't like it, do you?"  He said, almost forlornly.  "I guess I just
have to admit it -- I'll never get a guy who is young and beautiful -- like
you.  I guess when you're gay, being a late bloomer is not a good thing."

"Wha - - at?"  I said.  "Late bloomer?"

He sat right next to me on the bed.  "A guy like you just isn't interested
in me -- I know -- I've met `you' over and over in the last couple years.
They seem pretty interested until they learn my age.  And believe me --
thirty has its own built in reactions in young guys!"

"I don't think it matters -- that much.  Age is just a number."  I said.

"You know how many times I have heard that one just before a guy walks out
of my life?  I guess the problem is I've always gotten along better with
younger guys."  He almost whined.  After a long pause, he said, "I'm open
to any suggestions.  Obviously, you don't want something this old."

"I dunno about that."  I said.  "But I'm just not too sure I'm ready for
the kind of commitment that a guy your age would want."  I said, then added
"You know what?  Maybe we shouldn't be talking about what people do at
certain ages.  Sorry.  I feel too old for my brother -- I mean he's not my
brother, but Everett is only -- well, almost 18 -- the same day I will be
21.  And yet he is having fun playing around with another guy, Jared, and
he's older than I am.  And for them there is no commitment.  So age must
not be the thing at all."

"Yeah -- age is just a number!"  He said, with a humorless laugh.  "But
it's a number that seems to fuck me up -- every time."

"Etienne -- you definitively don't look old!  You look older than I do, but
who says you have to tell everyone your age when you first meet them --
like you did to me?  Well it was almost the first time.  I will admit, that
was intimidating to me!"

"I don't like to lie."  He said, almost embarrassed.

"Nooo, Etienne!  You don't need to lie.  But you don't have to tell
everyone all you know.  Let `em guess.  And stop reminding ME your so much
older!"  I moved away from him on the bed and scrutinized him.  He frowned.
"You look GOOD!"  I said.  He laughed.

"Thanks!  I really needed that."

"And your accent - - I'm getting used to it, but -- it's really sexy!"

He scooted closer to me again and leaned in close to my face.  "Do you
think -- um -- a guy like -- um -- YOU -- could be interested in -- a guy
like -- um -- me?"  His eyes were pleading.

"You've always been interesting to me.  I think I'm more uncomfortable with
the idea of playing with the guy I work for than the age thing."

"I told you - "

"I know -- I work WITH you -- not FOR you.  For now it doesn't feel that
way."

"Do I have to fire you to have a chance, then?"  He said, jokingly
seductive.

"I just -- want to -- go slow -- and that's not because of you -- that
would be with anyone."  All this while I was well aware that he was sitting
half naked, next to me, his jeans still unzipped -- and I was fully
clothed.  "Why don't you put some clothes on -- for a start.

He stood up and zipped his fly.  He turned and said, "That better?"

His washboard abs were inches away from my face.  I don't think I even
thought about what my left hand was rubbing, but my right hand seemed to
reach out of it's own volition and ran a finger down them, stopping short
of his waistband.  He sucked his breath in sharply, then sat down again and
wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.  My mind was reeling.  He smelled
awesome!  So totally male.  So sweet.  All at once I wanted to run out the
door - - and to lie back and let him take me.

I pulled him over on top of me.  He pulled off my shirt, and we groped and
kissed each other almost savagely.  Of course we both had only jeans on,
but his hips started to thrust and I felt his boner pressing hard into my
own.  I wrapped my legs around him and forced his crotch even harder in to
mine.

Etienne was shaking somewhat and he grabbed me and pulled me close, burying
his face in my neck, his open mouth sucking and gently biting on my
shoulder.

He stopped.  Out of breath, he said to me, "Ben -- Ben -- Ben!  Omigod, you
are one hot little number aren't you!"

I relaxed my leg hold on him and answered, "Not usually.  I have no excuse.
Your abs were there inches from my nose and -- I'm sorry -- I just --
reacted."

"Omigod!  You're sorry!!?"  He marveled.  "You see, this is why!  This is
exactly why I am still single at -- well, you know.  I have never done
anything quite that spontaneous.  I always have to ask."

"I've never done anything like that either."  I said, embarrassed.

"Ben -- we don't have time to finish -- what we started -- we really need
to go to our appointment.  I don't want to get lost and be late."

We had plenty of time.  I knew pretty much where we were going.  But I
said, "It's okay.  I'm not even sure what `finish' means.  I shouldn't have
done that -- and I'm sorry."

"Well -- I'm not sorry, Ben!"

"I know -- and -- that's why I AM sorry.  I don't want to lead you on."

"Lead me on?"  He cried.  "To what?"

"I dunno -- to thinking there was more than - - there was -- I guess."

"I'm not sure what you believe I may have expected, Ben.  All I know was
that what you did -- was hot and I loved it.  I don't think I expected
anything.  You sure made me feel desired.  I still feel -- it -- inside."

"Me too.  I just don't want to make too much of it."

"Okay.  We won't.  We are just two guys who -- wanted to -- um -- feel
something -- anything -- or at least that's how I felt."

"Yeah, me too.  Shall we get going?"

I was still feeling supremely embarrassed.  I think he sensed it.  We rode
in pretty much silence except for me telling him where to turn.  Finally,
he said, "Ben -- thanks.  I really needed that.  I wanted more, but you
gave me what I needed."

I suppressed the urge to remind him one more time not to make too much over
it.  I think he got it.

We had three appointments that day, in far flung corners of the Los Angeles
valley.  We sold one car.  He let me take the lead on the third
appointment.  All of the prospective buyers were dressed much nicer than we
were.  As soon as our last appointment was over and we were on the road, I
said, "Okay -- NOW you can take me shopping!  I felt -- um -- well,
underdressed, I guess."

"I'm going to give you part of the commission, Ben."

"Oh no!  These were your - "

"No, I mean it.  You were part of the recipe that convinced Mr. Harvey to
buy.  We made over $4,000.00 on that one sale!"

I couldn't help showing my amazement.

"Ben -- that's not typical.  These guys are usually used to getting a
considerable discount -- and it's built in to the prices -- but between you
and me, I think we -- well -- kept him entertained -- or something.  I know
he liked us -- thought we were extremely funny."

"He did laugh a lot, didn't he!"  I said.

"I'm gonna put your clothes on my credit card.  You contributed at lease
half of - "

"Nuh-uh!  NO WAY!"  I cried.  "You can't give me that much!  I won't accept
it!"

"O- kaaay."  He drawled.  "Then I'll take $2500 and you get what's left --
something over $1500.  No more arguments!  That's cast in stone!"  It
didn't feel right -- to me -- what with the extra stuff we had done.
That's exactly why I didn't want to -- mix business with pleasure.  I felt
like a whore!  And we didn't really even do anything - - yet!  Would he now
expect something?  "Oh!"  He added.  Uh-oh!  "So, shall I pick you up
tomorrow morning -- same time?"

"You have another appointment that early?"

"It's in Studio City.  9:30."

"Sure.  Pick me up at 8:00 and -- tomorrow I'll spring for breakfast!"

"Deal!" He said, smiling.

He took me home and before I got out, he squeezed my leg.  I looked into
his eyes.  "Ben, I owe you a lot for today!"

"I didn't really do any - "

"I meant before we went out.  I have all but lost my confidence.  You have
made me feel like I'm worth something -- again."

"I don't know what to say.  I -- just told you the truth."

"Dnd I don't think you'd lie to me -- I believe you -- that's the
difference.  Lots of guys have told me -- that I'm -- cute, hot -- whatever
-- but somehow -- I believe you -- more.  Thanks!"  He put his hand on my
cheek.  I glanced around -- it WAS still light.  "Sorry.  See you
tomorrow."

I went into the house and was met by my mom.  "How did it go today?"  She
said.

"I made 1500 bucks!"

"Wow!  What did you sell?"

I wanted to say, "Myself!"  But instead, I said, "A Lamborghini."

"You make that much on just one car?"

"You do when they cost over a hundred grand.  Actually, I got the smaller
part of the commission."

"What's in the bag?"

"I needed some new clothes to wear to these people's homes."

She looked at me jeans and white shirt.  "Yes -- for that kind of money,
they deserve a professional."

Yeah.  I felt like I was part of the world's oldest profession!  I smiled
and went to my room.

I looked at my contact list.  I determined to make at least six
appointments.  I started making calls.  It took me 9 calls to make 6
appointments.  On the ninth call, Mr. Warman asked me to come tomorrow --
at 11:30 -- in Burbank.  I asked if I could come another time, saying I had
a pretty tight schedule.  He told me that was the only time he had open for
the next three weeks, and he needed a car by that time.  I agreed.

I immediately called Etienne.  He recognized my number.  "Hi Ben!"  he said
happily.  I hated to dampen his enthusiasm.

"Etienne -- um -- one of my contacts -- insisted to see me tomorrow.  It's
too close to your first appointment.  I'm going to have to go solo
tomorrow."

"Oh!"  He said, more disappointed than disheartened.  "Well -- you had to
do it eventually, I guess.  How will you get there?"

"I guess I'll borrow my mom's car."

"Is that the minivan I saw in the driveway?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm."  I could hear the disapproval.  "Well, if that's all we have to
work with -- but Ben -- appearance is everything with these people."

"I know.  Well, what can I do?  Sorry.  But he was insistent."

"Oh well, maybe he won't -- um -- care.  Do what you have to do.  We'll get
you a car -- like mine - in less than 30 days.  Good luck.  I -- well -- I
was looking forward to -- being -- with you again tomorrow."

I told Mom at dinner my problem and asked to use her car.  "Oh dear!"  She
said.  "I have a very busy day tomorrow -- lots of running around,
including getting the twins to a doctor's appointment. -- I suppose that --
well -- your new job is more important, I suppose."

I really felt bad.  I looked guiltily at the twins.  They both looked
relieved.

We were still eating dessert when my cell phone rang.  It was Etienne.
"Hey, Ben!  I got my first appointment to reschedule for 7:30.  So -- if
you want we can do that and then do your one in Burbank.  I checked the
map.  It's not that far.  Do you have others tomorrow?"

"No.  That's the only one -- tomorrow.  I've been trying to make them out
there, so I could get more time with you -- for training."

"That's good.  Hey -- I was thinking: I live about halfway between you and
Studio city.  Why don't you come over tonight -- bring some of your new
clothes -- and you can stay here."

I'm sure I waited way too long to answer him.  "Umm -- well, I dunno.  I
kinda promised my dad that - "

"Oh, don't break your plans with your dad, Ben.  I'll just pick you up at
6:00 AM.  I'm getting used to going to breakfast with you -- is that okay?
At least you have clothes to wear, so we won't have to stop by my place to
get you dressed -- not that I minded that!  HAHA!"

"Okay."  I said nervously, "See you at six.  Laterz!"

I felt nervous because I hated lying.  My parents told me years ago that
any time I wanted, I could use them for an excuse -- if I needed -- to get
out of doing something I either shouldn't - - or didn't want to do.  I
haven't used it much, but it still made me feel sneaky doing it.

I was still not finished with dessert, and Dad asked, "Um -- what did we
have planned -- tonight?"

I felt the blood rising to my face.  "Oh.  Um -- well, remember you told me
I could use you for an excuse if - "

"Oh -- you wanted to get out of something.  Okay -- that's good enough for
me."

"Okay -- good."  I said.  "Dad, maybe -- maybe - "

"Did you want to go for another drive?"

"Er -- well -- maybe a walk?  Or a drive would be fine."

"No -- we can walk.  Then you won't have to be lying to your friend."

Dad had the class not to ask why I wanted to ditch my friend.

We put on light jackets and stepped outside for a walk.  "What's on your
mind, Son?"

"I wanted you to know that I have thought about what you wanted me to -- a
lot.  And I promise -- I won't make any set-in-stone decisions right now.
But - "

"Yeah, that's important, Ben.  Because when we aver something too strongly,
sometimes pride gets in the way, even if we want to change our course."

"But I'm not going to actively pursue a relationship with a girl right now,
Dad.  I don't have any motivation.  I know that family is important to you
and you want me to have what you have.  And I can see how it makes you and
Mom happy.  I'm not ready to think in those terms right now.  That's all."

"Your mother told me about the commission that your friend shared with you.
That was very nice of him."

"I know it looks suspicious, Dad.  He wanted to give me more.  But he also
will be getting a piece of all my commissions, and I think he wants me to
feel positive about this job."

"That's good."  Said Dad, avoiding what we were both thinking.  "Now --
about this job.  I noticed that it takes most of your time.  Do you think
that will change?"

"Um -- I dunno -- Yeah, with the calls and stuff, it does take a lot of
time.  But -- obviously I have to put in the time -- to make the money.
Right?"

"Yes -- that is a good conclusion.  What I am a little worried about is --
will it leave time for school?  College was always in your plans -- wasn't
it?"

"I've been thinking about that a bit too, Dad.  College isn't for everyone.
I am not saying I'm ruling it out.  I just kind of decided that I want to
take a break.  And maybe later on I will be more interested -- especially
when I figure out what I want."  I could see the disappointment on Dad's
face.  Then he brightened.

"That's true.  It's hard to be motivated when you don't have a clear goal,
Ben.  But maybe you should think about taking one or two classes -- so you
don't get rusty -- and you can get some of the general courses out of the
way."

"Yeah -- that sounds like what I want to do."

"Ben, I want to make you do exactly as I want you to do -- but I know
that's not possible, nor would I respect you if you accepted that kind of
pressure from me.  But as your father, I do want to let you know where I
stand."

"I'll always want your advice, Dad."

"Well, from my perspective, sometimes I can see things that you maybe
cannot.  Time goes faster at my age.  But I can see that you don't have as
much time as you believe you have.  The time to act on both these scenarios
is sooner - - rather than later."

"Scenarios?"

"The college thing - - and the gay thing.  Whatever you end up choosing,
you know that your mother and I will always love you.  And your happiness
is the most important thing to us both.  Don't wait too long but - -
 don't make up your mind too soon either. About either one.  Okay?"

"I told you I wouldn't, Dad.  I know it's important to you, and really it
is to me too.  Thanks."

That pretty much ended our talk.  And it made me feel better about not
spending the night at Etienne's -- or at least telling him what I did about
it.

When we came back, Everett and the twins were watching a basketball game.
Dad sat in his chair and I sat on the love seat next to Ev.  He looked
surprised and moved to the far end of the chair.  I felt cold.  It wasn't
long before the twins were asleep on the floor, and Ev had fallen asleep --
on my shoulder.

I worked my arm out and put it around his back and he slipped to my
chest. Dad glanced over and smiled.  He looked down at the twins who were
all tangled up together, and shook his head.  I'm sure he never foresaw
anything like this in his future.

Ev snuggled up closer and I caressed his face, just as the Utah Jazz beat
the Warriors.  Dad said good night and touched the twins.  They scrambled
to their room.  Dad shut out the lights, turned off the TV, and left us
alone.

"Ev.  Time for bed, bro."

"Mm?"

"It's time to go to bed."  I said.

"K.  Night."  He said and he kissed my lips dryly and hugged me then went
back to sleep.

I sat there for about ten minutes, feeling his breathing.  I let escape a
long rambling fart -- the result of the chili beans we had for dinner.  He
giggled.  "You awake?"  I asked.

"Uh-huh."  He said, but obviously he wasn't very much awake.

"C'mon Ev, let's go to bed."  I said again.

"K. I love you, Rexxy."  He said and he rolled off me and on to the floor.
Dad looked in when he heard the thump on the floor.

"Everything okay in here?"

"Ev just rolled off to the floor."  He was still lying there, or rather was
now on his forearms and shins, and with his butt sticking up in the air, he
too let a loud blast escape.

"We better get him to his room before he contaminates the room!"  Said dad,
laughing.  Dad came and picked Everett up and carried him to bed like he
was a little boy.  I followed.

"Night Daddy.  You're not coming to bed with me tonight huh?"  Slurred
Everett as dad slipped out of the room.  Dad closed the door and leaned
against it, tears streaming from his eyes.  I went to my own room and was
asleep as soon as I took off my clothes and put on my sleep pants -- and my
head hit my pillow.

I dreamed that Everett was snuggling with Rex.  Then it was me with Rex,
and I could feel and even smell him.  Then I was lying away from Everett,
but Dad was snuggling with him.  Dad climbed on top of Ev, and immediately
he was replaced by another older man, and somehow I knew it was his daddy.

Everett was saying something to me, but I don't know what, as his daddy was
savagely thrusting himself in and out of Ev.  It was like Ev didn't even
know his dad was raping him, as he calmly talked to me.  I couldn't hear
what he was saying because there was screaming in my own head.

"Ben!"  I was shaken awake.  It was Dad.  You were having a bad dream.
Wanna share it?"

"Nuh-uh."  I said.  "Thanks."  I said and rolled over.  I didn't dream this
time.  I heard a knock at the door.

"Time to get up, Ben."  My dad's voice called.  "I think you said you are
being picked up at 6?"

I woke up further to see that Ev was wrapped around me like a blanket.  I
heard the shower going.  "Ev!  Wake up!  Get back to your room while Dad is
in the shower!"  I said, rolling away from him.  He rolled over and looked
up at me, pouting.

"You didn't like me here."

"I didn't know you were here, and of course I liked it.  But you know Mom
and Dad want you to be in with Wyatt and Kirby."

"They just don't want me in here with you."  He pouted some more.  "The
boys sleep fine now."

"Maybe.  But it is their house, Ev.  So we have to abide by their rules."

"<<SIGH>> I know."  He said and he went to my door and unlocked it and
returned to his room.

Dang, I love that kid!

I listened for Dad's shower water to stop and then went across the hall and
jumped in the shower there.  Mom and Dad have their own bathroom in their
bedroom, but when two take showers at once, someone either gets scalded or
chilled!

As I got out of the shower, and walked across the hall, my towel around my
waist, Dad saw me and whispered, "I hope it's okay -- I let Etienne in your
room."

"Thanks for warning me."

"As long as he's here, I'll fix you guys some eggs and bacon -- if he
hasn't eaten."  Dad said, heading toward the kitchen.  Mom usually slept in
when he was up so early.

Unseen by Dad, I on purpose dropped my towel before entering my room.  When
I saw Etienne sitting on my bed, I said, "Oh!"  and covered up my groin
with my towel. My dick, though it was still hanging low, was fully
engorged.  His eyes got big for a moment, and then he smiled.

"Sorry.  But I can't say I'm not pleased.  You look good!"  I turned around
and finished drying off, my back and butt to him.  I don't have the ripped
abs he has, but I was pretty sure he'd like my smooth, hairless boy butt.
I even bent over to dry between my toes, just to let that part of me wink
at him.  I think I heard him drool!  I couldn't believe I was playing with
him like than, but it was fun.  I wondered if he knew what my game was.

I went to my dresser and took out some skimpy briefs, still with my back to
him.  My dick was steadily growing and it was difficult to fit it into the
underwear, but then I took out one of my new pair of pants that he bought
for me.  I put them on and turned around to zip them up.  His eyes were
glued to my crotch as I pushed it all in and zipped it over the generous
bulge.  It stuck out nicely as I passed him to go to my closet and get one
of my new shirts.

Then I lay it on the bed and went back past him to get a t-shirt out of my
drawer.

"You do that very well!"  he said.

"What?"  I said, trying my best to hold back my laugh.

"Do you always dress so sexily?  He said, rubbing (I think subconsciously!)
his crotch.

"I dunno.  Maybe.  It did feel odd -- to be almost performing -- for you."
I said.

"So you WERE performing!"

"Well, you WERE a very appreciative audience!"  I teased.

He stood and took the t-shirt out of my hand.  "Let me help."  He put the
t-shirt up to my head, I raised my arms and he fit the shirt over them and
down over my head.  He stopped as it covered my eyes and hugged me close.
Somehow, he had raised his own shirt.  My already fully engorged dick
flexed and I was afraid precum was coming out, but I didn't feel any.

He then lowered his head and smelled under my arms.  "Mmm.  Nice
deodorant!"

"Old Spice High Endurance."  I said, and pulled his face to my chest.  Man
that felt good.  He pulled the shirt down as his face came level with my
own.  When my shirt dropped below my face, I was looking directly into his
face, his mouth partially open.  I closed the gap and we kissed deeply.
"My dad's fixing breakfast for us."  I said.

"Okay. That way, we'll have extra time to find our appointment."  He said.
I thought he was gonna say we had time to stop off at his place!  I was
surprised at how disappointed I was.

I put my deck shoes on my sockless feet.  He approved.

"You clean up tres bien !  Tres sexy, le garcon !"

"Huh?"

"You clean up very well.  Very sexy, Boy!"  He grinned.  He looks very
young when he grins like that!  I knew I shouldn't, but I grabbed him and
kissed him!  Just as we were getting into it, I heard my door open.

"Dang! Dad is gonna be -- well surprised -- disappointed - " I was thinking
as I turned around and saw Everett standing there with his mouth open and
his eyes as round as pie tins!

Notes: I dunno which would be worse -- Dad or Everett.  Comments always
welcome -- and solicited even.  Address them to: Steve at
stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love, Steve