Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 06:48:14 PDT
From: Benedict
Subject: Benedict's Bulging Briefs

		   Benedict's Bulging Briefs, Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and not intended for minors or
those judged unable by law to read this material. Any resemblance to actual
people is purely coincidental and unintended.

This edition has been slightly revised. Enjoy!

Ben entered the bathroom and locked the door. He had already thrown his
School blazer on his bed and so standing there in the remains of his school
uniform he pulled Simon's red jockey briefs from his trouser pocket and
lifted them to his face, positioning the crotch at his mouth and nose. The
boy exhaled a couple of times into the briefs - experimentation had shown
that when warmed they released more `flavour'.

Ben was a regular visitor to Simon's house and had long used the excuse of
visiting the bathroom there to pillage the family laundry basket and wank
off using Simon's briefs. About a year ago he had risked removing a pair
for a couple of days so he could take them home and give them the attention
they deserved. He had not noticed any problems and didn't believe anyone
had noticed. Since then he had removed and returned a pair on a regular
basis (his knowledge of the Jones' household laundry routine belied belief)
and occasionally he wore a pair of the stolen briefs to school, though
never when PE was scheduled. The only difficulty this caused him was that
he remained horny all day and he seemed to possess a perpetual semi-hardon
as he walked and chatted with Simon while wearing his friend's briefs. This
was as close as he had so far got to Simon's cock and, while he wanted
more, he was also deeply satisfied. Although he didn't like to admit it
even to himself -- for how could the incomparable Simon be bettered at
anything? -- The boxers of Simon's younger brother Luke, who had just
turned 16 and who was in Year 11, were in many ways even better. Luke's
boxers were really strong and held a tanginess that Simon's didn't have
and, so it was, that a pair of Luke's underwear would often disappear
briefly from the laundry basket too. Fortunately for Ben, Luke seemed to be
in the process of changing his underwear. The boxers were gradually being
replaced with boxer briefs and this was very much to Ben's taste. He felt
they looked sexier and, even hotter, because as they hugged closer and
tighter to the boy, they held a stronger flavour for longer.

As Ben inhaled the musk of the boy he loved and gently licked the pouch
that held that which he most desired his mind raced with the images of his
first sexual encounter with Nick. The smell and taste were indescribable,
better than he had dreamed. The feel of Nick's mouth on his cock had driven
Ben wild! Ben replayed the scene, seemingly frame by frame, his sharp mind,
analysing and cataloguing sounds and smells, touch and taste. He removed
the briefs from his face and pushing his right hand inside them he stroked
his nipples through the briefs and his white cotton school shirt. Facing
the large bathroom mirror he continued to rub his nips and slim chest with
the briefs while unbuttoning his shirt to get at the smooth skin
beneath. His shirt was tugged from his trousers and fell open like a petal,
while his silky school tie, which still hung around his neck, was caught up
with the briefs and added to the stimulation on his nipples. Gradually he
moved lower, gently stroking all the way, over the faint outline of his
blossoming 6-pack and through the golden trail of the wispy hair that
headed south from his navel, until his hand and briefs reached his
trousers.

A look in the mirror revealed the small milk chocolate nipples were proud
and erect, as was his cock, which bulged and distended the front of the
shiny black trousers. Benedict slowly worked his was down to that bulge,
stroking his thick cock, feeling cotton on cotton, pinching and pulling,
arranging his cock so that it was outlined in the trousers. His hand
continued to his balls, kneading them in their cotton prison, and lovingly
he caressed his inner thighs before moving his hand round to his ass. The
feel of the hand and briefs on his cheeks, caressing his buns, reminded him
of Nick. He felt the sting of Nick's nails as they had bit deep into the
flesh while he had emptied his hot load down his friend's throat. Such a
stimulus roused him to action and he slowly unzipped his flies and peeled
back his trousers. Looking through the mirror he saw his white CK briefs,
still damp and clingy from his cum and Nick's saliva, sprouting his clearly
defined boymeat through the moist, almost transparent, material.

The white briefs stood etched by the coal black trousers and contrasted
sharply with the red briefs poised to stimulate the pouch. Before moving on
to his demanding cock in all its translucent tumescence Ben paused and
decided to seek maximum pleasure from the moment. He moved over to his own
family laundry basket and, opening the wicker lid, he soon found what he
sought -- a pair of short white and blue patterned boxers that belonged to
his 14 year old brother, Dominic, and which had been worn only yesterday.

Dominic, who was in Year 10, was still enduring the havoc of puberty. He
was a slim very boyish figure of only 5'4" and was blond, though lighter,
and blue eyed like his older brother. Ben harboured mixed emotions about
his brother, although the two got along well, he felt guilty about his
feelings for his brother and yet was proud that Dom looked so sexy
too. Since the summer family holiday, and the sight of Dom in his Speedo's
at the beach had revealed that Dominic was definitely on his way to
becoming a man, Ben had developed a taste for his brother's underwear
too. Ben thrust his brother's boxer shorts into his face and soon, warmed
by the close contact, the day old juices gave off their fresh savoury
aroma. His nostrils were filled with the sex of his brother and his tongue
lapped greedily at the stored juices. Drooling over the boxers Ben began to
massage his cock with Simon's briefs. Dragging cotton across damp cotton
soon caused heat and friction and his cock was now leaking precum in
copious quantities, filling the briefs, and adding further lubrication. Ben
slid his brief covered hand into his Calvin's and grabbing his shaft began
wanking vigorously.

The feel of Simon's briefs on his cotton clad cock, the taste of Dominic in
his mouth, and memories of sex with Nick, soon sent Ben into orgasm and he
sprayed his briefs with lashings of hot boycream. As the climax subsided
Ben's left hand squeezed the tip of his penis and hot young semen oozed out
of the sodden Calvin's, passing through the cotton and pooling on his
fingers. He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers dry before
standing there dishevelled and exhausted. Ben threw Dom's now sodden boxers
back into the laundry basket and releasing Simon's briefs, stepped out of
his trousers. The trousers were put to one side and his Calvin's
removed. Ben wiped his cock down with his Calvin's (he would wash them
later so that his mother wouldn't notice), took a quick piss and gathered
up his clothes before making a dash for his bedroom.

The boy changed quickly into an old pair of white briefs, White T, blue
trackies and white socks and stopped to examine Simon's jockey's. The red
briefs, which had been wrapped around his cock inside his CK's, were
soaking wet with cum. Ben decided to wash them, wear then tomorrow himself
and then slip them later that same evening into the Jones' laundry. Ben
settled down to his homework. There wasn't too much, thank god, for he
found concentration difficult. He had his evening meal with the family and
went over to Simon's house as previously arranged. The pair of lads chatted
and gossiped about who, this `n that and messed around on Simon's
Playstation. It transpired that Simon's mum and dad had decided on a visit
to London for the weekend and so the family would be away from Friday
evening until late Sunday. Time passed quickly and soon Ben was tucked up
in his own bed reflecting on an amazing day. He made a mental note to put
on Simon's briefs tomorrow; they were drying on his radiator, having been
washed in the bathroom sink earlier along with his CK's. He also decided
that he would use the weekend to visit the local out of town shopping
centre and purchase for himself a new pair of footie shorts. He would
reserve them for wanking with, for he loved the feel of nylon on his cock
and he loved to cum in them too.

Ben went to school the next day, in Simon's briefs, and all passed without
incident. He was disappointed not to bump in to Nick Travers though he kept
an eye out for him all day. While walking home with Simon he stopped off at
Simon's house and, using the bathroom, stripped off the red jockeys, worn
and presentable, and plunged them to the bottom of the laundry basket. He
soon made his excuses and returned home needing a wank - his cock having
been stimulated by swinging loose in his school trousers. The following
day, a Friday, was run of the mill, though he spied Nick briefly going into
another class. Nick gave him a quick grin and winked as he showed a thumbs
up.

Saturday saw a lazy start before Ben surfaced and got ready to head off to
the shopping centre. Ben chose a white polo T-shirt and cream straight-
legged Levi's with white socks and brown Kickers. He also chose his
favourite blue and fawn Kickers sweater which was a recent buy and decided
on an old worn and well loved pair of white M&S cotton briefs which were
really too tight. Even limp his cock bulged obscenely in them. He applied a
little gel to his hair and combed it forward a la Michael Owen. "Not too
shabby," he thought, and feeling good about himself and the world in
general, though, as always, wondering what Simon was up to, he headed off
to the shops.

Benedict wandered round the large shopping centre, checking out the lads
and looking through the shops, especially at technology and clothes. He
particularly admired the photos of some hot new hunk that were on the
packets of HOM underwear and lingered briefly before moving on. He
eventually found his way into one of the large sports shops and headed off
to look at footie kit. Ben had been toying with the idea of having a
special set of shorts for wanking for sometime and Wednesday's experiences
had finally tipped the scales. The only matter that had yet to be decided
was the colour? After looking through a large range, and feeling every one
of them too, Ben had come down to a choice of two. Either red Liverpool FC
shorts in honour of Michael Owen or white MUFC shorts in honour of David
Beckham. While he thought Owen the hotter of the two he decided that white
would be best for him, especially once they got a little trashy! He took
the shorts over to the counter and was lost in making his purchase, and
eyeing up the cute teen that was serving him when someone appeared at the
corner of his eye.

"Hi, Ben" said a young voice.

"Oh, hi Chris," said Ben, turning to see Christopher Morgan, a lad from his
own school.

Chris was in Year 11 so was either 15 or 16, Ben didn't know which, but he
sure had noticed him before now. Chris was around 5'11", and real hunky
looking with dark brown hair and eyes and rosy red cheeks. His hair was
parted in the middle and flopped down over his forehead and into his
eyes. Chris was always flicking back his head to rearrange his mane and Ben
thought this incredibly sexy for some reason or another. Chris was on the
school swim team and had a long lithe body, not at all bulky, and possessed
limbs that looked as though they were made of steel Ben remembered from a
previous school swim meet he had attended. In particular his bum seemed to
defy gravity; he had an ass like a cherry on springs.

"What you buying then?" asked Chris, looking at the bag being passed over
the counter to Ben.

"Oh just some Man U Shorts," replied Ben, "Home kit."

"Cool," said Chris, "gonna get some trackies myself, wanna help me choose?"

"Sure, why not" said Ben feeling pleased about this unexpected pleasure.

Ben didn't know Chris at all well, he was after all two years below him,
but they had spoken a few times before and Ben had a favourable impression
of the lad, though Chris often seem a bit tongue tied talking to
him. Certainly, he had jacked off thinking about Chris a few times and the
thought of choosing trackies for him to wear sent a litter shudder through
his cock to his balls. Chris was wearing a dark blue Kangol jacket with a
light blue Adidas top, blue jeans, and mainly white trainers. The two boys
headed off to look at tracksuit bottoms and were soon rifling their way
through the selection available.

"I think tearaways with poppers are the best. What do you think?" asked
Ben.

"Yeah," said Chris "they look cool. What about these?" as he held up a pair
of dark blue Adidas trackies with yellow piping and buttons.

"Definitely" said Ben, thinking how good Chris would look in them.

Ben thought trackies were great, he had 3 pairs himself, and loved the way
the clung to the ass (particularly if they showed a line of briefs running
underneath) and to cocks as well. The only problem with them was they
didn't hide boners too well, though on second thoughts, that didn't seem
too much of a problem after all. Chris decided that he would buy the
trackies and went over to the counter to purchase them. Ben
followed. Emerging from the shop Ben, on impulse, asked Chris if he fancied
a burger. Chris agreed and the two went off to McDonald's to eat. The two
boys chatted easily,

"Perhaps," thought Ben, "he's more nervous at school?"

It emerged that Chris, who was 16, wasn't yet sure what he wanted to do,
though he was definitely going up into the 6th Form. The two lads
discovered common interests in music, books, and both were avid film fans
too, especially of sci-fi. After finishing their food Chris suggested that
Ben come round with him to his house, his mum and dad were away for the day
and his sister was at university. They could play on Chris' N64 or just
doss watching a vid. Ben readily agreed.

The two lads took the bus to Chris' home and entering the house headed to
the kitchen, Chris throwing his jacket onto the bottom of the stairs.

"You'll have to take your shoes off. Sorry, Mum `n all that," said Chris.

Ben laughed, throwing off his shoes and sweater "Mine's the same too."

The two teens each chose a coke from the fridge and headed off up to Chris'
bedroom.

"Nice," said Ben, looking at the room as Chris led the way dropping his bag
with the trackies to the floor.

It held a bed, desk, TV, and a large filled bookcase, as well as a chest of
drawers and wardrobe. What particularly caught the eye however, were all
the football posters. There were loads of pictures of players, especially
Owen and Beckham, though Giggs was obviously a favourite too. Ben also took
in the large picture of Johhny Rico from `Starship Troopers' and Leonardo
DiCaprio in `Titanic'.

"Thanks," said Chris "though I think I'm getting passed the poster stage
now."

"No, it looks fine," said Ben, thinking of his brother's room, which was
also full of footie posters, and how when home alone he sometimes slipped
into the room and wanked looking at all the pics.

"You can crash out on the bed," said Chris who slumped into the chair at
his desk.

Ben sat on the side of the bed and leaning back propped his head against
the wall -- in Beckham's celluloid groin if he remembered correctly.

"Right," said Chris, "I'll try on my trackies and you can give me your
opinion. If they're not right I can always take `em back."

Ben's cock, which to this point had behaved itself, almost went instantly
rigid at the thought of it.

"Sounds good to me. Let's see what you've got to offer," replied Ben, he
was already much more confident after the experience with Nick on Wednesday
than previously, and if this hot young stud wanted to play then Ben was
definitely not going to miss the boat.

"However, lets go easy and wait and see" he told himself hopefully, "I
could be reading this all wrong."

Ben was glad he had chosen a pair of tight briefs as his cock was like rock
already and, splayed out as he was on the bed, he was conscious that Chris
could get a good look at his basket. Although bulging, the telltale shaft
could not break free to protrude along towards his thigh. Chris casually
unzipped his jeans and rolled the denim down his smooth thighs bending
forward as he did. He stepped out of the jeans to reveal two long legs
lightly furred as they approached the top of the thighs, they seemed to
glow in the sun that was streaming through the window. The light blue
Adidas T hung limp and wrinkled at the bottom edge but it did not entirely
cover the fact that Chris was wearing a pair of skimpy, light pale green
briefs. The cup of the balls was discernible before the T covered the
rest. Chris seemed to hesitate briefly and looked at Ben, smiling, as
though seeking a sign, reassurance perhaps? Chris turned to the bag
containing the trackies behind him on the floor and bent over to pick them
up. Ben hadn't believed his cock could possibly get any harder until he was
presented with the sight of Chris' fantastic ass clad in skimpy green
cotton that was stretched tight across the cheeks. The darkness of Chris'
crack was a sharp contrast to the sea of shiny green and Ben knew at that
moment that one way or another he had to get his hands on this boy.

Standing Chris extracted the trackies from the bag and turned to face Ben
again. Again he smiled, somewhat nervously, and stopped to pull the
trackies over his feet, one foot at a time. He then slipped them up over
his thighs and stuffed his T into them.

"Well?" demanded Chris.

"They look great on you," said Ben, meaning every word.

The light blue top complimented the dark blue and yellow of the trackies
and the white socks Chris was wearing, helped too. Chris flicked back his
hair, which had fallen over his eyes, running his hands through his locks
and, turning, preened himself at his mirror. He pulled and tugged at his
trackies, ran a hand over the smooth ass and, Ben almost swooned, adjusted
his cock. "Is that bulging more than before or is it just me?" wondered
Ben. Admiring the view and letting his mind race ahead to all sorts of
scenarios Ben was pulled up short by Chris' next words.

"Right then, lets see you in your shorts. Fair's fair!" said Chris, as he
sat down in his chair by the desk.

Ben stuttered, "Err, okay, em sure, hang on" and he paused on the bed
willing his cock to subside.

The shock helped and his cock was now semi-hard though it didn't seem to
want to die down any more. "Okay," he told himself, "this is just like the
school changing room," though he knew in his heart of hearts that the risk
was nowhere near the same and the opportunities were far greater.

Chris laughed and Ben pushing himself up, sat on the edge of the bed and
unbuttoned the top of his jeans. He pulled down the zip and lifting himself
slightly off the bed he eased the jeans down over his thighs. Sitting down
on the bed he pushed the jeans down to the floor and up over his
feet. Conscious of his less than dormant cock he thanked God again that he
was wearing tight briefs and reached across the bed to the bag containing
his new shorts. A quick glance at Chris revealed an encouraging nod and
smile. Ben extracted the new shorts, all shiny and fresh, and popped them
over his feet. He then took hold of the shorts and standing hoisted them up
his legs. Tucking in his white T, Ben paused to admire the feeling and look
of the shorts and he imitated Chris in going over to the mirror to preen
himself.

Standing at the mirror meant being pretty close to Chris, about 2 feet in
front of him in fact. Chris appeared to make no effort to move. Ben was
sure he was not imagining the mounting tension in the air and the feeling
of expectation. A quick glance down into Chris' groin certainly seemed to
promise something, the trackies seemed to be bulging where they should be;
though Chris being sat down made it difficult to judge. The shorts looked
good thought Ben, peering at him-self in the mirror, when he suddenly
realised that Chris had not passed comment.

"So what you think Chris?" asked Ben.

"Great, better than Beck's I'd say" replied Chris.

Ben would have sworn that his cock bucked in his briefs at that, certainly
he was getting hard again, and fast.

"Wish!" was all he managed to say; was it too much? He checked himself in
the mirror, the shorts were pretty filmy (he had noticed that on TV you
could see the Man U players wearing white briefs, or whatever, under them
-- and several of them looked damn hot) and, while not too bad, evidence of
his arousal was discernible. He glanced again at Chris who was still
grinning, though he licked his lips nervously as he spoke,

"Wanna get those scissors?" he said pointing at the desk.

"Err, sure" replied Ben who picked up the scissors which were sat on the
desktop in a tray with pens `n things.

"Right," said Chris, getting up from his chair, "perhaps you could help me
out and cut the price tags off."

"Okay," replied Ben realising where this was going to end - "He couldn't be
wrong, surely? The signs all seemed there," he thought.

"Where do I start?" asked Ben.

"Here" said Chris fingering a price tag growing out of the left pocket of
his trackies. Ben dropped to one knee and took hold of the tag, which was
threaded through the end of the pocket, and cut it. While doing this he was
aware that there definitely was a bulge in Chris' trackies and it was
heading left. He was also aware of that indescribable smell of `newness'
being given off by the clothing and something of the smell of Chris too,
all kind of smoky and sweet.

"Don't forget to get the bit inside" proffered Chris.

"I hadn't" said Ben, as he inserted his right hand into the left pocket of
Chris' trackies searching for a small piece of plastic thread and "found
it" he thought as his finger tips brushed against the tip of Chris' penis.

Chris seemed to sway slightly and Ben felt Chris' body tense. Heat, heat
was another thing he was suddenly aware of. Heat emanating from both boy's
bodies and especially the organ nearest to his right fingertips. The
polycotton/nylon mix of the trackies was incredibly sensitive under his
finger pads and he could discern the comparative roughness of the briefs
underneath and the ridge of Chris' helmet.

All this took moments; time was surely standing still? His fingers suddenly
felt the small piece of plastic he had been `searching' for.

"Got it," said Ben, and leaving his hand in the pocket he looked up to

Chris, smiled, and asked, "Anymore?"

Chris cleared his throat "Urr, at the back, on the label."

Ben shifted himself round a little to Chris' arse and reluctantly removed
his hand from the warm pocket of the trackies. Chris was obviously warm and
sweating for the trackies had moulded themselves to his asscheeks
displaying the firm rounded orbs to perfection. The material seemed to
cling to Chris and a little had even worked its way into his crack. Ben's
hand went to the top of the trackies and pulled them away from Chris'
body. Leaning forward he felt a waft of warm air brush his cheeks as it
rose up from the opened treasure trove of Chris' tightly packed ass. The
smells he had discerned before were stronger too, although a new odour was
present, that of Chris' maleness. Ben soon found the label and cut it,
taking care to catch both pieces of plastic as they fell away.

"Get it?" asked Chris.

"Just a mo" said Ben, and putting down the scissors and plastic, he thrust
his right hand deep into Chris' trackies.

"Urrgh" Chris cried out at this violation.

"S'okay," said Ben quickly, "just checking if any bits dropped down or are
sticking to you. Better check your pocket too."

As the palm of his left hand caressed Chris' brief covered ass – the
weight of the trackies pressing against the back of his hand - Ben's right
hand plunged into Chris' left pocket and grabbed the rampant cock through
the material.

"Certainly something in here!" said Ben laughingly.

Chris laughed too; "Then for fuck sake get it out and deal with it!" he
pleaded.

"Not so fast" replied Ben as he leaned forward and pressed his face into
Chris' trackie covered ass.

Ben inhaled deeply; pushing his nose deep into Chris' clothed crack,
smelling that smoky, savoury essence of the boy and his new trackies. He
kissed and licked the deep well-defined channel and gradually, in a
circular fashion worked his way onto the cherried cheeks. Ben removed his
hands from inside the trackies and putting his arms around Chris' slim
waist began to stroke the top of the thighs. Teasing the bulging basket he
gradually moved his hands, stroking and caressing all the way, down Chris'
legs exploring from the smooth inner thighs around to the yellow poppers.

Ben continued to mouth that hot ass and Chris put his hands back to press
Ben's head deeper into his ass. Moaning softly Chris stroked Ben's hair and
ground his bum into the heat of Ben's oral lust, opening his legs wider to
allow his new sexmate greater access. Ben's hands reached the bottom of the
trackies and he now slowly undid the buttons, they were somewhat stiff
being new. Gradually he worked his way back up Chris' legs, pausing at each
opened button to stroke the hot smooth skin beneath before continuing his
inexorable advance. Opening the last button Ben withdrew from his
exploration of Chris' ass to admire his handiwork. The trackie legs lay
opened, like flayed skin he thought, and Ben's hands were now free to
explore all that lay underneath. With renewed vigour he returned to that
ass, lovingly defined by the damp that Ben had imparted, while his hands
drove up into the trackies to stimulate Chris' trapped cock.

As Ben's hands made contact with the figure-hugging briefs, already
lubricated from Chris' leaking cock, he stood up and kissed and nuzzled the
tapered nape of the boy's neck while grinding his crotch into the trackied
ass. Ben was overcome with the sensation as he pulled Chris towards him; he
never wanted to let go. The taste of the young flesh that he licked with
his tongue. The smell of the flowing brown hair at his nostrils (Lynx
Oriental shower gel? he wondered). The magnificent moist cotton mound
beneath his hand and the lustrous trackies pressing the back of the same
hand. All these were topped off by the experience of his painfully tight
cock, crammed into his briefs and spewing forth lube, grinding its way up
and down Chris' magnificent velvety ass. The dampness of Ben's briefs,
penetrating his new shorts seemed to make the shorts and trackies embrace
together as one. Knowing that his cramped cock couldn't take much more Ben
withdrew his hands from the bulging briefs and spun Chris round to face
him. Chris' forehead glistened with sweat and his complexion was hot and
flushed.

"Oh, please!" said Chris, flicking the damp locks up from his forehead, his
eyes glazed with lust and pleasure.

"Shush," whispered Ben tenderly, leaning forward to lick his friends face.

He tasted sweat and the residue of soap, licking eyes, nose, chin and the
un-razored fluff at the top of Chris' lip, before plunging his tongue deep
into Chris' mouth.

The two lads locked their bodies to each other, exploring each other, their
tongues ablaze with lust. Hands pulled and grabbed at asses, groins
quivered under the weight of grinding cocks `n cotton, nylon and
knickers. After some time of abandonment to the moment, Ben pulled back his
head, a thin trail of saliva momentarily bound the two boy's lips together
before it broke and mingled with the damp crotch of Chris'
trackies. Reluctantly releasing his hands from Chris' butt Ben took hold of
his friend's T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Looking Chris directly
in the eye, he pulled it to his nose, sniffed it and then threw it on the
floor. He bent his legs and began to attack the small terracotta nipples
that stood proud, sprouting from Chris' chest. He first licked them and
then tried sucking them before finally nipping and nibbling at them with
his teeth. Having his nipples chewed was all too much for Chris,

"Go on, go on!" he demanded impatiently.

Smiling to himself Ben stooped down further and licked his way over the
teen's smooth, flawless abdomen, pausing only to offer some oral
ministrations to his friend's navel. Finally, he reached his goal as hips
lips encountered the crimped top of his friend's new trackies.

Kneeling down in front of this Adonis, sweat running down the chest, the
form of a cock beneath the sea of blue; Ben, with one finger, gently traced
the outline of Chris's cock in the jam-packed trackies. He placed his hand
gently along the shaft and rubbed the ridge of the cock through the filmy
material, his hand cupped and fondled the balls, massaging them, sensing
their potency. Ben clasped the firm asscheeks, fondling them, making love
to them, and drew forward to devour the tasty package. Instinctively Chris
took hold of Ben's head and pulled him deeper into the maelstrom of his
hormones, running his hands through the gelled hair, licking the hand that
had touched the anointed. Getting to work, Ben drenched the proffered gift,
soaking and sucking, revelling in the aromatic potpourri of the boymeat,
savouring the taste of unction flowing from the stimulated cock. Using
teeth and hands Ben gradually worked the trackies down over the slim,
bronzed thighs and paused to behold the sight that greeted him. He looked
up at Chris, "God is he hot!" he thought.

The boy stood there damp hair hanging over the dark brow eyes, the wide
eyes and face alight with a smile of eager anticipation, sweat coursing and
shimmering over the body. Hands at hips, thrust forward, legs slightly out,
displaying a rampant cock encased in soaked and gauzy pale green briefs
with the dark blue and yellow trackies bunched at the white socked
feet. All of this was enough to make Ben get his cock out and wank there
and then!

Steadying himself Ben bobbed forward to satisfy the demanding briefs in
front of him, running hands up and inside the briefs, feeling Chris' bum
and the heat generating from his hole. He prised the chiselled cheeks apart
and pressed his finger upto the lips of the hole. Relaxing, though with
some difficulty, Chris let the digital probe enter and explore.

"Arrgh" moaned Chris as Ben's finger found the prostate, sending spasms
through his body, his cock jumping to be released from its prison.

There was little chance of that however, as Ben's lips were planted at his
burgeoning cockhead, vacuum sucking the musky juices flowing through his
cock. Although Ben very much wanted to bring his friend to orgasm in his
briefs he reluctantly decided that, as he hadn't yet sucked a cock SANS
cloth, he ought to do so now. Besides he reckoned that he would have plenty
of other times ahead in which to fulfil his desires. Pulling his nose away
from the reeking odour of pubes and cock meshed in cotton and abandoning
the piquant tang at his tongue, Ben used his free hand to tug down the
front of Chris' briefs and hooked them under the tight surging balls. The
unfettered cock that sprang upto greet him, was a joy to behold. It was
about 5-1/2 inches long and just under an inch thick, tapering slightly to
the distended purple crown, which with foreskin drawn back held a drop of
pearl at its tip. The cock was supported by two small hairless balls, which
were drawn up tight to the body, the skin altogether darker, and meatier
looking. The pubic bush darkened by moisture was small and curly; the hair
light brown and untraceable long before it reached the navel.

Slowly in one swallow Ben engulfed the cock, instinctively taking Chris
deep into his throat while simultaneously, he pushed another finger into
the widening asshole. Chris seemed to collapse at this and shouted and
moaned encouragement. In fact, up on his tiptoes, Chris literally poured
himself into Ben, his chest and abdomen pressing forward and down into the
boy's head while his hands reached down to Ben's sweaty buttocks, seemingly
wanting to heave him up into his cock centred self. Ben moved up and down
on the cock, licking the shaft and teasing the head. He marvelled at the
full-bodied taste of the naked meat and luxuriated in the weight and feel
of the cock in his mouth.

With vigour, born of youth, Chris pumped his boymeat into his friend,
thrashing and thrusting his body under the oral and anal assault. Ben's
fingers trapped deep inside Chris' heat filled ass were suddenly held firm
in the vice-like grip of the buttocks and knowing his friend was about to
cum he moved up the cock to savour the boy's load on his tongue. His mouth
was suddenly rent open by the explosion of boy juice that sortied from
Chris' cock. A torrent of hot young acrid cream spewed forth from the
engorged cock, filling Ben's mouth, almost choking him with its
volume. Pools of cum, running from his mouth coagulated with saliva on his
shorts. Oblivious, lost in the moment, Chris continued to evacuate his
balls, thrusting his cock deep down Ben's throat, hands gripping the teen's
head, demanding that every last drop be taken and consumed. Ben could feel
the unadulterated jism running down his throat; his mouth full of cum
covered shaft, and succulent skin running along his tongue. He breathed
through his nostrils and waited for the storm that had beset him to
subside. Slowly, imperceptibly, the body that he held relaxed and became
calm. Withdrawing his mouth from Chris' puppy meat, Ben looked up at Chris,
who had straightened himself up. Chris smiled dreamily,

"Thanks," he said, as he tousled Ben's hair.

Ben's fingers fell from Chris' ass and, instinctively he brought them to
his lips, tasting and smelling the inner man. His eyes were drawn to the
semi-hard cock in front of him all covered in cum and spit, and lovingly he
licked up the mess and attempted to clean the bedraggled teenmeat.

"Hey, easy boy," cried Chris, grinning from ear to ear, "there's plenty
more where that came from. Now let's take care of that hot bod of yours!"

Saying that, he dropped to the floor in front of Ben and pushed Ben back
onto the floor.

Allowing the lad just enough time to take his legs out from underneath him,
Chris positioned himself between Ben's legs.

"Hmmm," Chris said, laughing, his hand grabbing Ben's tightly packed cock
in his shorts, "looks like my Head Boy and school idol is in need of some
help. Its my duty to help him out."

"School idol? Hot bod?" wondered Ben; "there were definitely guys out there
that liked what they saw then!" "But why not Simon?" a part of him asked.

Another part of him was deciding whether or not to ask Chris if he would
suck him through his briefs. This was something that he really, really
wanted. However, being a fair-minded boy, he realised he had done what he
wanted with Chris so he'd just have to take potluck. Besides to meet up
with someone who really wanted to do him in his briefs was a challenge, and
Ben excelled at challenges.

"I'm all yours!" laughed Ben putting up his hands in mock surrender.

Thankfully, for Ben, Chris was obviously turned on by Ben's shorts for he
continued to stroke and fondle them, teasing the throbbing cock that was
buckled up in his briefs. The feel of Chris' hand working over the shiny
slick nylon was fantastic! Chris lowered his body onto Ben and the feeling
of the boy's naked and drained cock at his bulge, slipping and sliding,
grinding away, meant that Ben almost lost it. Instead Ben was distracted by
a long passionate kiss from Chris.

"That's just to say thank you" said Chris, drooling over Ben, "and this is
to say thank you even more!"

With these words Chris whipped down Ben's shorts ("Ah, well. Another time,"
thought Ben) to behold what he sought. He was greeted with the obscene
sight of Ben's grotesquely swollen and distorted dick, entombed in the
small, tight, white cotton briefs, leaking precum like a boiling over
pan. Waiting for the waistband to be plucked and his cock released Ben was,
gratefully surprised to receive the ministrations of Chris' mouth on his
pouch. The feel of the boy's hot breath flowing through the cotton and the
sounds of munching and slurping testified to the pleasure that Chris was
receiving, to say nothing of that which Benedict was experiencing. Ben was
disappointed that the hot brief suck didn't last long enough for him to cum
because Chris soon pulled his head away.

"He's young and impatient," Ben reminded himself. "What was it his mother
said?" thought Ben, he remembered, and he laughed.

"What's so funny?" asked Chris, perplexed and somewhat anxious.

"I was just thinking of one of mum's sayings," replied Ben; "Youth will
have its head!"

At this both boys burst out laughing, though Chris had already got other
ideas in his head.

"Well this youth will have your arse!" declared Chris, with a look of
hunger.

Turning Ben over he pulled down the briefs, leaving Ben's cock crushed to
the floor and squirming down his left thigh. Tugging the briefs off him
Chris splayed out the legs and dived into Ben's smooth ass.

"Christ, aarrgh, urrgh," shouted Ben.

He had heard of rimming, read about it too, but this, this was
incredible. His bowels felt molten under the heat and feel of Chris'
searching tongue.

"Where's he learnt this? Who with?" wondered Ben, realising, despite his
charm and seeming innocence, that this was most definitely not Chris' first
time.

With a refinement and expertise that belied his years, although it would
only be with the passage of time and experience that Ben realised just how
good Chris had been at this, Chris ate our Ben's dirty boy hole. Chris
indicated that Ben should draw his knees up some, and, thus exposed, his
ass hanging in the air, Ben felt Chris' tongue thrust deeper into him. He
was taken off into a world that until four days ago he hadn't known
existed. Ben was moaning, begging, shouting encouragement to Chris, his
body drenched with sweat, on all fours like a dog, his cock free at last
jerking and bucking wildly. God, his prick had never been so large, so
engorged as this! Ben was a stud puppy in heat. The only responses were
guttural, animal like grunts from Chris who seemed to bury halfway up his
ass. The teen's tongue rasped inside him, strong and wiry, it seemed to
know just where to linger and tease. Strong hands gripped his cock and
balls, kneading the balls like flour, squeezing the shaft like a vice.

Ben knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer and Chris must have
sensed this too. Removing his tongue Chris got onto his back and pushed his
head between Ben's legs. The feel of the boy's hair, as it pushed through
his legs' tickling his inner thighs and balls, almost did for Ben there and
then.

"Now fuck me, Ben!" demanded Chris.

With these words Chris reared up his head and gulped down Ben's tumescent
61/2 inches of pure teen fuckmeat while simultaneously he rammed three
fingers up Ben's slick fuck channel. Released at last from all sense of
prohibition or control, more half-crazed animal than respectable Head Boy,
Ben grabbed Chris' hair and fucked his face. The depredations that his cock
had endured in its cotton prison were released in Ben like a pent up
dam. He screamed and hollered, shouting abuse and filth, knowing nothing
but the moment, caring only for the now, to be free to empty the burden of
his load into this willing receptacle. The hot moist throat and mouth, the
fingers violating his ass, were all that he could sense, as he felt his
balls churn and shoot their load. Again and again Ben thrust at Chris,
slamming into his face, tugging at his hair, spewing forth like a volcano
his molten lust, wad upon wad of teen cum shot from him, as though from an
inexhaustible quiver of arrows. He wanted the moment to never end.

Gradually he subsided and, physically spent, became aware of his
surroundings again. It, was not an object. It was Chris, coughing and
spluttering! Ben looked down to see the boy, his drained cock hanging over
the teen like the shadow of an executioner's blade. Chris, Ben thanked God,
although with tears in his eyes, and his mouth and chin dripping with cum,
had a great big smile on his face.

"Oh, Chris, God I'm sorry," said Ben, "I don't know what came over me. I
never, er, felt like that before. Are you okay?"

"Am fucked, Ben, fucked" replied Chris all dishevelled and dreamy, "but
that's what I asked for! "I knew I was right!" said Chris.

"What ya mean?" questioned Ben, curious.

"Well you're just so fucking perfect! Head Boy, brainy, talented at sports,
first at this, best at that, you're so fucking sexy, and everybody loves
Ben! Ben the untouchable" said Chris. "I mean," he continued, "Look,
fucking hell, most of the girls in school would do anything to cop off with
you and I bet a load of the boys would too. Hey even the teachers feel the
same. Look at Miss Atkinson, she fuckin drools over you."

Ben's mind reeled; still dazed from what the bout of lovemaking had
revealed; he had difficulty with accepting this view of himself. Yes, he
thought he was okay and pretty popular, but this? This was way too much;
Chris must have the hots for him real bad.

Ben laughed,

"I'm not perfect and certainly not untouchable. Hell, wouldn't this
disappoint the girls?" he motioned to the strewn clothing and their present
post-sex state.

Chris chuckled,

"Hey, I not complaining, just stating the facts Ben,"

"Anyway," interrupted Ben, "what's this got to do with you being right?
About what, me?"

"Yes," said Chris, " You're always so cool, err, so balanced, always ready
with the one liner, so in control. Look what you've just done with
me. Anything you wanted, I couldn't say no!"

"Hey, steady there, you wanted it too," interrupted Ben.

"Sure, sure," said Chris unfazed, "of course I fucking did, who the fuck
wouldn't want to with you?" "No, what I guess I mean is," he continued, "
that, I always figured underneath it all, you would be a right
go'er. What's my mum say?" He laughed, "Oh, that's it -- still waters run
deep!"

"Yeah" Ben nodded, understanding.

His mother had said the same thing to him, as had Mr. Hamilton, the
Headteacher. So too had Simon, once, when he was frustrated he said, by
Ben's lack of communication. It wasn't communication that Ben was afraid
of, rather what he might communicate, especially to Simon!

Perhaps at times he did seem somewhat austere or even aloof but he knew
himself to be far from passionless, as the drying tears in Chris' eyes
amply demonstrated. He decided he'd put it all to one side and think about
it later, along with all his other recent experiences.

"What a day," said Chris, as though he couldn't believe his good fortune,
"what a day, meeting you like that, and then ... all my dreams, Ben, all my
dreams! Thanks again." said Chris, pecking at Ben on the lips.

Ben looked at the time, suddenly realising he would have to go -- he was
due out at the theatre this evening with the family, though he was not
looking forward to it now as much as he had been.

"Hey, thanks to you Chris," said Ben, "you're the one who took the
initiative, and you're damn hot as far as I'm concerned too. I'm just sorry
for getting a little frenzied there at the end."

"No probs, you can unwind on me, or in me, anytime," said Chris. "There
will be another time, won't their Ben?" pleaded Chris. "I mean I know you
probably haven't noticed me before and I'm two years lower than you, but
please just to suck you off would make me happy. I won't try and hang round
you at school or anything."

"Fuck," replied Ben, "I have noticed you before, you handsome stud you, and
yes, we must do this again, and more!" "But, hey, I enjoyed giving you fun
too you know, its just that I need to get home. Believe me I'd rather stay
here and do things with you," said Ben.

At this Chris beamed and seemed satisfied. The two boys hugged, and Chris
cried a little more, (though presumably not from pain?), while the two boys
began to get dressed.

Ben unfurled his T that had rolled up his chest and eased his way into his
damp briefs -- this was getting to be a habit!

"Can I ask a favour?" said Chris hesitantly.

"Sure, what?" answered Ben.

"Could you, perhaps, if you didn't mind, maybe, leave me with your briefs,"
said Chris suddenly finishing in a rush of words.

"Interesting!" thought Benedict, "Sure, perhaps we could swap?" he said.

So off came the briefs and, solemnly swapped, they were soon hugging virgin
territory. Considering he had just been wearing a pair that was really too
small for him (how fortuitous, he thought), Chris' briefs fitted just
snug. Chris looked great in Ben's briefs, the whiteness showed off his
bulge really well, and his hands explored them around his ass pulling back
the elastic and letting it snap back. To Ben it was one of the sexiest
sounds in the world and he popped an instant boner; wearing Chris' briefs
didn't help much either. Chris he noticed was suddenly filling his briefs
too. Ben hesitated, but had to conclude there wasn't enough time and so
reluctantly carried on dressing though his hardon didn't subside. He popped
his baptised shorts into his bag and turned to face Chris who had opted to
stay with the trackies which looked a little worse for wear. The two boys
hugged and kissed again and briefly ground their hard cocks against each
other before Ben pulled away.

"I've gotta go, but look, if we don't get a chance to see each other at
school, I'll meet you in the same place next Saturday at twelve and we'll
work something out."

"Thanks, Ben, you're still way perfect in my book," said Chris.

"Hmm," said Ben, "we'll have to see what we can do about getting rid of
that idea, perhaps together in shorts, we can work it out?"

The boys joked again and finally separated, bidding good byes and thanks,
with a final barely audible "Love you," from Chris.

As Ben headed home on the bus, he reflected on his experiences and what
Chris had said. The declaration of love had not gone unheard by Ben, though
by then he was half expecting it -- it had been that kind of day. He had
feelings for Chris definitely, but not the same as held for Simon. He
judged he'd have to be careful with the younger boy, after all, he was
having the same feelings as Ben, just that they were aimed at himself
rather than Simon. He felt a bit guilty too, he had practically abused the
boy cumming like that, but Chris didn't seem to mind; in fact he seemed to
positively have enjoyed it.

Sitting through the play that evening he was constantly distracted, for
though he had changed his clothes, he hadn't changed out of Chris'
briefs. He seemed to possess a perpetual hard on and while heading home,
sat in the back of the car, all scrunched up next to his younger brother,
Dominic. Dom leaned forward and whispered in his ear,

"Which one did you fancy then? Obviously one of `em!"

"Cheat" laughed Ben, in reply, his erection thankfully subsiding.

Certainly his brother had noticed his hardon, but when he wondered?

Presumably also his brother was referring to the two young actresses in the
play? Part of Ben's mind hoped so, his life seemed to be becoming more
complicated than he had expected, but another part of him couldn't help but
hope that Dom had been referring to a couple of the younger actors on stage
too.

What Ben could not see in the darkness of the car was the growing bulge in
Dominic's chinos, and it was not the actresses, nor the actors, that had
put it there...