Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 14:53:43 PDT
From: Benedict
Subject: Benedict's Bulging Briefs, Chp 5, (HS) (t/t) (u'wear, uniform, sportskit)

		   Benedict's Bulging Briefs, Chapter 5

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.

Benedict worked hard for the rest of the day and completed both the essays
he had been set. He took a break to eat the pizza his parents had brought
back and finished the day by watching `Match of the Day' before retiring to
bed. The family had returned at 5.30pm full of noise and enthusiasm.

"I'm broke," his father had told Benedict upon arrival back home, "we can't
afford to send you to Oxford it'll have to be the University of Bognor
instead!"

The family had obviously enjoyed their day out and all were in high
spirits. Sarah's friend Sally had arrived an hour later and the kitchen
reverberated for much of the evening to the sounds of baking and playing as
the two girls `assisted' Benedict's mother. At 7.00pm his father took Dom,
looking very pleased with his self, to Andy O'Hara's. It seemed that Dom
was only one of several boys sleeping over at Andy's that night.

Hmm, Benedict had thought, perhaps the new briefs won't get a workout
tonight after all. For some inexplicable reason this pleased him, the tip
of his penis tingling a little. Dom had first broached the subject with
him, shouldn't he be the one to see the benefits? Tired, Benedict slipped
into bed.

The youth had opted to sleep in the white nylon briefs he'd borrowed from
Tom. They were rank with the student stud's cream and juices and, still
slightly damp, clung to Ben's hard cock. Ben didn't think he'd had the
energy for a hardon, even `Match of the Day' hadn't moved him. This was in
itself an unusual occurrence, he usually sat there leaking lube in his
pants at the sight of sexy footballers getting hot and bothered while his
father shouted at the referee and his mother pleaded for calm. However, as
soon as he had set his toes to slip into the briefs he'd sprung a stiffy
and he now lay between the sheets gently caressing his moist throbbing
mound. Images of his recent encounter with Luke filled his thoughts and Dom
and his friends soon joined them. The ubiquitous Simon appeared as well, as
Ben, toying with his nylon sheathed prick, lingered over a favourite memory
of his beloved -- Simon at the beach last year in bright red Speedo's.
Struggling to stay awake the boy's hand soon lay still, remaining cupped
around his blossoming manhood.

As he drifted off to sleep Benedict wondered what he should wear for
tomorrow's visit to Chris. He briefly considered the powder blue nylon
briefs that Tom had given him. He rejected the idea as he had high hopes
for that particular pair and a specific occasion in mind, if he dared, that
is. Perhaps the white nylon instead? No, he wasn't ready to reveal that
side of himself to Chris he realised. Ben was still gripped, even after his
recent experiences, by an adolescent lack of self-confidence. They really
do look obscene he thought - Tom had been way hot in them. He would concede
that he didn't look too bad in the nylon briefs either, though others would
think him awesome, and he even dared to hope that Chris might like them
too. No, what bothered him was the thought that Chris might think him...
pervy, a freak even. He settled on something safer though not too shabby he
judged, certainly something he did feel good in and, if he said so himself,
pretty hot too.

Benedict awoke refreshed from a deep satisfying sleep and the Sunday
morning passed quickly. The Indian summer was still holding sway and the
day was likely to be hot and humid. Ben tidied his room, the high pitched
squeals of his sister and her friend punctuating the passage of time. Sally
was still with them; she would be meeting up with her family at the scout
barbecue later that day. His younger brother arrived back home around noon,
looking happy but tired.

"They've been up all night," Mrs O'Hara had told Mrs Johnson as she dropped
Dom off, "but he's been no trouble, he's an angel really."

The family was soon engrossed in preparations for the barbecue, which was
to be held at a local sports club. Benedict returned to his room. He had
spoken to his parents earlier, asking that he be allowed to join the family
later as he had some work to complete. His father had readily agreed though
he could see his mother was disappointed.

"Be with us no later that half-past-three," his father had warned, "you
know your mother enjoys these events."

"No probs," Ben had answered, "you'll just be getting warmed up then."

The family was due to leave at 1.30pm so that left two hours reckoned
Ben. Using his bike it would take a good 25 minutes to get to Chris' and a
further 35 minutes to get to the sports club from there. If he set off as
soon as the family had gone he could have an hour with Chris. More than
enough he reckoned to get his rocks off and perhaps to plant a little
seed. He'd not forgotten Luke and looked forward to the challenge of trying
to pair the two hot young lads together.

To save time later Benedict got changed. The first item he chose he'd
decided upon last night. Digging deep into his chest of drawers he
extracted a pair of dark green Speedo's. They were a hangover from his days
on the school swim team, over 2 years old and slightly worn looking, they
only just fitted him. Benedict had `enhanced' them after reading a story on
the net. He'd removed the lining, he'd never liked the more abrasive
material anyway, and the nylon/lycra mix of pure unalloyed Speedo clung to
his cock just great. Ben's cock had sprung to life before the Speedo's had
past his knees and after struggling to fit himself into them, literally
cramming his cock under the straining waistband, he stopped to admire
himself in the mirror. He had always felt good about himself in these
Speedo's and, not too far into the future, he'd come to realise that half
the school had felt the same way too. He used his fingers to exaggerate the
outline of his cock. Yep, you sure can pick up some great tips from the
net, he thought, smiling. Abandoning the joys of feeling his hot slinky
bulge the youth quickly pulled on a pair of navy blue Umbro footie
shorts. This was matched up with a white Reebok T-shirt and as it was a hot
day he opted for no socks, choosing a pair of battered old white Nike
trainers instead.

Ben was soon at the door waving the family off. Dom had changed into his
scout uniform and as the youth wandered down the drive Ben was hit by a
revelation. Dom was wearing briefs! You could see them running over his
pert bubble cheeks underneath the stretched cotton of the tight grey
shorts. Unsettled, Ben's mind reeled. Of course he'd known that his brother
was going to change to briefs and he looked forward to the taste of them,
but this? He'd not considered that his brother would be sporting a sexy
looking brief line. Ben's cock swelled and hardened trapped in its
shrink-wrapped Speedo prison. Fuck! His own younger brother -- right under
his nose -- had developed one of the best fuckin arses in the whole
school. Ben felt a trickle of lube pool around his cockhead as he watched
Dom bend forward to put some things into the back of the family's Audi
estate. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get hold of yourself deal with it, he
thought. Hmm, I'd rather get hold of him.

His mother thankfully, interrupted Ben's thoughts.

"Now don't be late Benedict and don't overdo your work, you need to enjoy
yourself every now and then."

"Sure mum, I'll not be late, don't worry," answered Ben, thanking God that
his mother didn't know just how much he would soon be enjoying himself.

His ears ringing with the reminder from his father "not to be late" Ben
waved the family off. Closing the door he ran upstairs and checked himself
in the mirror before putting on his Speedo sunglasses. Feeling fairly
satisfied with what he saw he headed out of his room, conscious of the need
for speed. On impulse Ben, instead of going downstairs, suddenly found
himself in his younger brother's bedroom. His eyes darted across the room
cataloguing its contents. There! At the foot of the bed lay a black Nike
backpack. Hurrying over to the bag Ben was soon rifling through its
contents. His brother had evidently not had time to unpack his bag from his
overnight stay at Andy's so they must be in here. Yes! His hands felt a
small bundle of cool cotton. Pulling his hand out he held a pair of small
white briefs up to the light. M&S, hmm, I should've known. Whilst Dom
might be choosing his mother would be paying. He should have guessed that
they would be M&S. His eyes weighed up the outline of his brother's
package, a small yellow smudge betraying where the tip of the budding cock
had lain. Pressing the briefs to his face Ben inhaled the sweet essence of
his younger brother and tickled the briefs with his tongue, which tingled
with spices. His lube weeping cock demanded that it be released and milked
and it took a supreme act of will for Ben to reluctantly stuff the briefs
back into the bag. He needed to hurry and he knew there would be plenty of
time to linger over the briefs later. Besides it wouldn't be his hand that
would soon be milking his cock, not today. Ben hesitated, his feet
seemingly rooted and unwilling to move. I wonder if they're all white? Ah
fuck it, I'll check later. His decision made the lad ran downstairs and
through the house into the garage.

Ben eased his mountain bike out from behind his mother's Golf and laid it
on the garage floor. He went over to the door and pressed the button to
open it. The boy waited until the door was fully open and then pushed the
close button. This was his favourite moment. The teen raced to his bike and
hurrying into the saddle shot forward, sliding the bike and himself in a
controlled skid under the closing door. When he'd been small it was easy,
now, well over 6 feet tall it was difficult. Ben always imagined he was in
a race for his life or a movie hero, like Indiana Jones, escaping the fate
of being trapped and crushed to death. He screamed with triumph as he
passed under the door and out into the bright hot sunlight. His senses
alive, the lean long limbs began their steady rhythm and propelled him on
his way. The fuel of lust gave undiscovered power to his legs and leaning
forward Ben sped along.

Jeeze, 17 minutes, he thought, as he pulled up at Chris' drive, must be a
record. Panting and perspiring from the heat and exertion Ben slowed and
steadied his self. Anxiety and doubts resurfaced; what if his parents
aren't out? What if things had changed? Pedalling up to the door Ben
reached out and rang the bell. Chris had obviously been on the lookout for
him for the chimes had not died before the door was flung wide open.

 "Ben! Great, you made it," exclaimed Chris, looking excited, though
hot and flushed too.

"Of course. As if I wouldn't," said Ben, still panting. "I see you're all
ready then."

"What?" said Chris, momentarily puzzled, "Ah, nah was just in the garden
catching some rays."

Chris was naked except for a pair of bright red footie shorts, cut short
and tight and small octagon shaped black sunglasses. The young teen's body
was basted with sweat and ... oil? The terracotta nipples stood proud from
the smooth chest that was reddened by the rays of the hot sun. From the way
the shorts clung to shaft and head and displayed the curvature of the balls
Ben judged the boy was swinging free underneath.

"Hmm, a likely story. Not that I'm complaining," said Ben, noticing that
the red shorts were beginning to stir.

"Come on then, before I pop a fuckin stiffy and give the neighbours
something to talk about," begged Chris.

"Oh yes, I can just see that," laughed Ben.

Impersonating a matronly voice he continued,

"Oh hello, Mrs Morgan? I just wanted to complain about your son displaying
his erect penis in the avenue. It's a disgrace. Why can't I have some?"

"You can you daft get, come on," urged Chris, chuckling.

Ben needed no further encouragement and leaving his bike in the hallway
followed Chris into the kitchen.

"Drink?" enquired Chris.

"Yeah, I'm dying of thirst... water please," replied Ben. "Your parents
definitely away for the day then?"

"Yup, out all day," confirmed Chris handing Ben a glass of water.

Ben drank greedily, his speedy bike ride having given him a terrific
thirst.

"More?" asked Chris, seeing the older boy drain the glass.

Benedict nodded and Chris refilled his glass. Ben drank more slowly this
time, settling himself and taking off his sunglasses, he once again admired
the hot young stud before him. Chris also removed his sunglasses as if to
confirm that Ben had indeed arrived and took the empty glass from the older
youth. Chris moved towards Ben and groped his groin,

Ready?" he enquired.

Ben nodded, once again struck by the boldness of the sexy teen.

"Well you'll have to fuckin catch me!" cried Chris as he broke away from
Ben and ran from the room.

Ben recovered quickly and laughing set off in pursuit of Chris. Chris,
giggling, swung around the banister and ran up stairs with Ben following
closely. The senior boy, truly an athlete, soon ate up the distance between
the two. As Chris reached the top of the stairs Ben flung his self forward
and grabbed hold of a slim powerful ankle. Chris toppled to the floor, face
down, laughing and crying, "cheat".

"Got you now," laughed Ben, flushed with triumph, "the Head Boy wants to
see you."

"Ooh," said Chris, "what's gonna happen to me?"

"Patience, you'll see," laughed Ben, becoming more aroused.

Ben, knelt two steps from the top of the stairs, reeled the smaller boy
in. Chris giggled, cried out, and put up a struggle but his slick body slid
remorselessly over the carpet towards Ben. Benedict drew Chris towards him,
pulling the slim legs down and around him. The young teen's sweet arse was
soon pressed against Ben's basket and at the moment of contact Chris
abandoned all pretence of mock struggle. Both boys were momentarily silent;
their breath coming in short sharp gasps. Ben pushed himself forward into
Chris, his cock bound in slick unlined Speedo's and shorts, tingled as it
ground into the firm powerful ass and slid over the shiny red shorts. Chris
moaned with encouragement, revelling in the feel of the older boy pressing
into him, excited at having being `caught' he was looking forward to his
`punishment'. Benedict kissed the slender tendrils of hair at the boy's
nape and licked slowly down the spine. Chris shuddered and squirmed and
moaned some more while Ben tasted sweat and salt and coconut. He'd been
right; Chris had obviously oiled up to sunbathe. Remembering that the
clothes he was wearing would have to see him through the barbecue Ben eased
himself off the boy.

"Hang on," said Ben.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," gasped Chris, slowly grinding his
cock into the step.

Still kneeling on the stairs he tugged off his T and threw it behind him
before standing up to remove his shorts. These too were thrown to the
bottom of the stairs and Ben resumed his kneeling position in between
Chris' legs. He thought the boy looked very sexy splayed on the stairs in
his tight red shorts. By the force of gravity the sweet lustrous ass pushed
naturally into his cock and Ben rejoiced in the feel. His own cock was rock
hard in his Speedo's which were already becoming gammy with precum.

Reaching into his inflamed bulge Ben adjusted his cock, with difficulty he
straightened the hard 6-and-a-half inches and pointed it towards his
navel. The worn waistband screamed with protest but was finally tugged over
the bloated purple mushroom. Satisfied, Ben carefully positioned his
bulging Speedo covered cock at the young teen's ass crack. The sweat and
oil running down the youth's back had dampened the shorts and the sexy teen
swimmer's flexing and grinding had drawn the nylon material into his crack,
defining it and sharpening the cleft.

Ben eased himself onto the boy, taking his time to settle and luxuriate in
the feel. He kissed the boys dark brown hair and nuzzled his nape inhaling
the sweet musk of the youth. His hands caressed the teen's smooth sides and
stretched to taunt and tease small hard nipples. Pushing his toes into the
step at his feet he ground his hot mound into the taut steely glutes. Chris
shuddered, his fingers grabbing tufts of carpet on the landing. The feel of
the Speedo's sliding over the nylon was ecstasy for Ben. His cock bucked
and shivered as it slipped over the slick slippy buns. Pressing even harder
into the boy Ben pushed himself slowly up and down the heated groove. He
could feel his foreskin being eased back inside his Speedo's and lube
percolating through his now sodden trunks. His juices mixed with Chris'
slippery shorts and ass, and the treacly mixture gave added grip and
purchase increasing the pleasure. Although this wasn't what he'd had in
mind Ben was lost in the heavenly frottage and he knew he was going to blow
his wad.

The strained and stretched Speedo's gave up their unequal fight and Ben
felt his cockhead pop out from beneath the waistband. His foreskin however,
was still trapped within the Speedo's and Ben was driven wild as his angry
unsheathed helmet slid over the tight nylon shorts and arse. Ben found
himself sucking and biting on the teen's shoulder and his fingers bit deep
into the boy's chest and nipples. His buttocks clenched, his balls on fire,
the older boy could take no more. His cock erupted with sexual pleasure as
he spewed his golden load into the bright red shorts. Streams of hot
boy-jism flooded Chris' shorts, invading his crack and trickling into his
fevered hole. His unsheathed helmet, its sensitive inverted `V' free to
roam, revelled in the heat and sludge of hot cum and sticky nylon. Ben
continued to pump and grind as Chris shouted encouragement. Slowly Ben
eased to a halt, his ball-sack empty, its load drained. He drew back to
examine the scene. Chris' shorts glistened with globules of thick pearly
cum and a large dark patch testified to Ben's youthful and virile
production of hot teen-cream. Ben stroked the shiny shorts, feeling the
curve of the hard buttocks as he rubbed the hot sludge into the material.

"Soz, couldn't wait. I needed that," said Ben, studying the angry love-bite
upon Chris' otherwise unblemished shoulder while popping his now flaccid
cock into his Speedo's.

"Not a prob for me, well, `cept this of course," said Chris.

Shrugging the older boy off him Chris turned around and sat on the top step
facing Ben. His shorts were tented and the cock-head clearly defined by a
clinging patch of damp.

"Hmm, nice," admired Ben, remembering the beauty of the teen's lovely
5-and-a-half inch cock.

Ben, still knelt a couple of steps below Chris, bobbed his head forward
between the teen's smooth thighs. Using his golden hair he rubbed against
the shorts and inner thighs. Chris groaned with pleasure and putting his
hands to Ben's head he guided the older boy up and down his bursting cock,
Ben's locks grazed his balls and teased his hairless thighs. Chris
shuddered, his agitated cock being pushed from side to side wept with
lube. His copious precum smeared his shorts and seeping through the gauzy
material stuck to Ben's hair increasing the fiction. Ben's hands pushed
underneath the shorts at the back of the boy's thighs his fingers straining
for a feel of the marvellous buns. Chris, leaning back, eased himself
forward to allow Ben greater access. Fingering the hard marbled ass Ben now
pushed his face into Chris' groin. He inhaled the boy's musk, once again
savouring his smoky essence, and licking the head and shaft, indulged the
slick sticky shorts now lacquered with cloying lube.

Sensing that Chris was getting close Ben drew the sopping shorts and cock
into his mouth. Unlike briefs sucking cock through shorts was comparatively
easy he discovered. The ample material allowed Ben to take in a good 3
inches of hot teen meat. His tongue lapped at the nylon and lube and Chris'
cock was transformed into an iron hand inside a tight fitting velvet glove
(well in this case sodden red nylon actually, melted and moulded around the
teens inch thick meat). Ben chewed contentedly upon the teen's soccer meat
and sucked with renewed vigour. There was something about Chris that had
Ben hooked, no doubt about it. The young teen smelled and tasted so--so
sexy, it was as though pure ... boysex exuded from his every pore. He's so
keen too, thought Ben, so enthusiastic, he holds nothing back, gives his
all. Sex with the young teen held an element of danger; you risked losing
yourself in Chris, Ben suddenly realised. He needn't have worried about
wearing the nylon briefs -- sex with Chris stripped you bare and left you
addicted to the aphrodisiac of his lust.

Chris, still holding Ben's head, now began to push and fuck his hot idol's
mouth. His cock had never been exposed to this. Other boy's had soon
whipped off his gear and got their hands on his tackle. Ben was different;
Chris had always known that. Its why I love him he thought. Ben was eating
him through his shorts. His fuckin shorts! It felt great, his cock burned
with fire, the hot slippery nylon only adding to the pleasures of Ben's
mouth. Chris was no virgin but no one had done anything like this to him
before. The nearest had been last time with Ben -- when the older boy had
mouthed him for a while through his briefs before setting his cock
free. Chris had always liked shorts, kit and things, and was always
checking-out other lads bulges and bums. Indeed he'd thought Ben had looked
mega-sexy in his shorts and briefs last week. Hadn't he indeed asked Ben
for his briefs? Why had he done that? In truth, he didn't know, he had
acted on impulse, merely wanting to hold the essence of Ben to himself. The
white briefs had been with him all week, either on him, in his pocket or in
his mouth. It wasn't the briefs; it was the intimacy with Ben they
represented that he figured had attracted him. Somehow he'd never quite
articulated his feelings; they'd lain just below the surface, dormant; now
they were awake. Ben had unlocked the door and Chris, wide-eyed with
amazement, strode through the portal into a larger world.

His world in turmoil Chris suddenly gripped Ben tight and, rearing slightly
from his seat thrust his cock deeper into the all-consuming fire. Ben's
hands, now free, pulled the young lad towards him and fingered his hot
steamy hole. Chris spasmed with delight, sweating and shaking he jettisoned
his hot young load into the vessel of his love. Ben could feel the train of
cum speeding through the teen and his mouth was suddenly peppered with
Chris' thick acrid young cream. The boy-syrup blasted through the soaking
filmy shorts, filling Ben's throat and mouth with hot spicy treacle, and
trickled from his lips onto the boy's nylon wrapped balls.

"I love you," Chris exclaimed, no longer in control, lost in the need to
unburden himself totally.

The poor love besotted youth had disciplined himself not to wank for the
last 3 days. Continuing to thrust and pump, overloading Ben with his river
of molten teen-love he shouted again,

"I love you Ben, I love you."

With one final effort he voided his balls and collapsed, completely washed
out. Ben was awe-struck by the experience; once again he'd become lost in
the heat of Chris' particular passion. Whilst Chris' declaration of love
was no surprise, it was now out in the open and would have to be dealt
with.

"Fuck," said Ben, "when you cum, you really do cum Chris."

Benedict eyed the boy's shorts. No longer swollen, the shiny red was now
dulled with moisture, though droplets of cum still sparkled here and
there. The once proud tower had been reduced to a soggy rubble of drool and
cum. The teen's basket, clearly visible, looked shrivelled and drained. Ben
could have sworn the shorts looked thinner, more worn where he'd eaten
them. Instinctively his tongue probed his mouth searching for fibres.

"'Av been saving it for you Ben. I wanted it to be good," said Chris.

"Oh, it was good alright," said Ben, shaking his head and ruffling the
boy's sweat-soaked hair, "Come on," he added, taking Chris by the hand,
"let's get into your room and get you tidied up."

The two boys entered Chris' room. Ben inhaled the scent of Chris that
inhabited the room, he'd not noticed it last time and he was struck by how
pleasing it was. He knew he'd not forget this odour, you only had to
blindfold him and he'd tell you if Simon was in the room or not - purely on
his ability to detect the particular perfume of his beloved.

"Sit down," said Chris, motioning Ben towards the bed.

"Your Speedo's are okay. Well, when I say `okay' what I mean is they're
not too messy. They look fuckin awesome otherwise. Didn't you used to wear
`em on the school swim-team a few years ago?" questioned Chris, blushing
somewhat, and looking surprisingly coy all of a sudden.

"Yup, one and the same," said Ben, grinning, surprisingly touched that
Chris remembered; "though they're a bit of a struggle now. I'm a growing
lad."

"Yeah, too true," agreed Chris, laughing, "I always liked that green, its
one of the reasons I aimed for the team," he added wistfully.

"Bastards," he continued, "when I made the team they changed `em, there
crap now."

Ben readily agreed; the school had acquired some horrendous multi-coloured
pairs of swimming trunks. The design broke up the pattern of a boy's bulge,
making a `basket check' difficult except at close range. Ben had mourned
the passing of the dark green Speedo's; seemingly Chris had too. Hell, the
new ones weren't even Speedo's! It was something to do with local
sponsorship he'd heard.

"These shorts are fucked though, I'll have to wash `em" said Chris somewhat
whimsically.

"Yeah, do mine all the time," said Ben, "bet your mum would freak if you
gave her those to wash."

Chris burst into giggles,

"Fuckin right there, she'd probably get dad to have a word with
me. Imagine?"

Both teens shuddered at the thought of discussing sex with their
parents. They were dinosaurs, what did they know?

Chris slipped out of the sodden shorts and wiped his cock down with
them. Ben saw a trickle of clear liquid ooze from the head as Chris
squeezed his cock dry. The young boy's cock was about 3 inches when flaccid
and nestled above the deflated balls. They hung surprisingly low Ben
noticed, he'd only seen them before when they'd been drawn up close and
tight to the teen, full of hot steaming jiz. Chris wiped his wet pubes and
flung the shorts to the floor.

"I'll do them later," he said as he reached into his wardrobe.

Chris pulled out a pair of white Adidas trackies, with blue stripe and
buttons, and pulled them on over his lean sinuous legs. He then got onto
the bed with Ben and laying himself out, his head at his pillow, patted the
empty space next to him.

"Come on," he beckoned.

Ben again marvelled at the young teen's confidence, his poise, and his
control. Why does it always feel as though I'm following him, he wondered?
Setting aside the thought, he'd ponder it later, he snuggled upto the
younger boy. Chris kissed his forehead,

"Thanks Ben, you're special."

Turning into the boy Ben settled his cock against the satin-like trackies
and hooked his leg over Chris'.

"You're pretty special too, Chris, but," here we go, thought Ben, choosing
his words carefully, "shouldn't you be doing this with mates your own age?"

There, thought Ben that wasn't too bad was it? He hadn't rejected Chris and
was hoping yet to avoid Chris' `special' feelings for him. Wanting to show
the boy he was still very much with him he groped the teen's cock in his
trackies. He'd never actually felt another `resting' prick and he marvelled
at how soft and pliant it was under the fine willowy material. It was
amazing to think of the transformation - what this would become. Indeed, he
could already feel the cock beginning to stir under his touch. It was
matched by the awakening in his own Speedo's as he gently nudged his cock
into the trackied thigh.

"What d'ya mean?" asked Chris, pained, confused, suddenly struggling to
breathe.

His cock was already growing under Ben's groping hand and his heart
fluttered. The fluttering though was one of dread, not excitement, and his
body was rigid with apprehension.

"Well, I guess I mean," continued Ben, suddenly more compassionate.

He could see the pain and fear in the dark brown eyes, felt the body tense
beside him. He knew something himself of what the boy must be feeling.

"You're great, Chris," he hurried on, "Please, understand that I'm not
saying you're not. You're good fun to be with; I like you -- a lot. In
fact, I think you're fucking hot and really want to keep on doing
this. Copping off with you is one of the best things that's happened to
me. Its just that ... I'm older than you. We're never gonna get that
much time together. This time next year I'll be gone. You'll still be at
school. You've obviously `copped off' before. All I'm saying is keep at
it. You're too fuckin good to waste yourself entirely on me, even if you do
love me."

"Erm, err, okay, I think I know what you mean," said Chris, feeling
much relieved, his body beginning to relax though his cock continued to
slowly stiffen.

In truth, all that Benedict had said Chris had already travelled over in
his mind. Indeed, he'd excepted the truth of the situation until last
week's chance encounter had opened up new possibilities. He loved and
lusted after Ben for over 2 years. He'd never seriously thought it would
lead anywhere. For a moment there he'd thought Ben was about to fuck him
off. Now, whatever happened, it seemed that Ben was not going to abandon
him. He could live with that.

"I do love you Ben, believe me," said Chris, "I won't act a twat. I told
you last time, I won't hassle you -- well `cept for this of course," at
this he playfully tugged at Ben's cock.

Ben laughed at the outrageousness of the youth.

"No, seriously," continued Chris, "whenever we can get together -- great! I
know you've got a life, studies an all. I know I'm younger. But just give
me a chance to make you happy."

"Hey!" said Ben, propping himself on his elbow, staring intently into the
deep hazel eyes, "you do, believe me. But I'm fucked as to understand why
you love me?"

"Oh Ben!" exclaimed Chris in disbelief, hardly comprehending how Ben could
not see what was to him so obvious.

"You're just so--so hot, so bright and talented, you're really nice and...
witty. Not a shit like a lot of the other 6th formers. You're just so
cool. So--"

"Slow down, you're embarrassing me," pleaded Ben, his mind reeling and
dazed.

How was it possible for someone to see him so different? Ben didn't
consider himself that way at all. Simon yes, himself no. Chris it seemed
really did have the hots for him.

So how'd I react if Simon offered me the deal I'm offering Chris, he
wondered? Fuck, there's a thought. Instinctively, he knew he'd live with
it. He'd been living off Simon's underwear for ages as it was. The thought
of some actual cock, guaranteed every now and then would do. Oh sure, he'd
be in pain, want more, really need it. But if that were all he could have,
he'd take it. Simon could treat him like shit and Ben would still come back
for more. Besides, he'd always harbour the hope that he would beguile Simon
into something greater, reciprocation. Perhaps that's what Chris' hoping
too, Ben thought. Somehow a part of Ben's mind grappled with the reality
that being gay meant a certain realism (fatalism?) that perhaps straight's
didn't need to have. A sense of what you could and couldn't have, reach and
yet not receive. Did Chris' seeming acquiescence prove this? Troubled
slightly he pushed the thought to the back of his mind to think about
later.

"So we'll do this again then?" asked Chris, seeking confirmation, wanting
to be sure, hoping he hadn't just put Ben off.

"Sure, lots," said Ben kissing the boy, his tongue briefly probing the
teen's mouth, "Its just that--"

"I know," said Chris, "you don't love me like I love you. S'cool, well, no
it's the pits actually, but I can handle it -- I think. Let me know if I
start becoming a pain."

God, it seemed that Chris did understand, well, for now at least Ben
cautioned himself. Although his love for Simon remained undimmed, his
affection and appreciation of Chris genuinely grew. However, he thought,
let's see if we can't get Jones junior up to the starting gate.

"Chris, you really are fuckin amazing," said Ben, again marvelling at he
youth's maturity, "don't know why I'm so stupid. I should love you, even as
it is I really, really like you. You're so cool. I bet someone love's you."

"Hmm, wish," said Chris, "still will live with what I've got I suppose."

"Seriously Chris," said Ben, "there's gotta be someone out there who's
desperate to cop off with you and you ain't no virgin."

"Err, yeah, well, err," Chris cleared his throat, blushing, "that was your
predecessor. Seems I've got a thing for Head Boy's," he added sheepishly.

"Damian fuckin Coggins?" cried Ben in disbelief, remembering last year's
head boy.

He'd never liked Coggins; he was a cocky self-opinionated twat. In Ben's
humble opinion of course. He wasn't even much of a looker, certainly
nothing there that Ben had ever gotten worked up over.

"Surely he was straight?" Ben continued, "He'd copped off with, oh, err,
what's-her-name?"

"Theresa Collins, yeah sure," said Chris, sounding somewhat bitter, "but he
was getting his jollies from me! He never touched my cock once. It was my
own fault." He shook his head, regretfully.

"Then he was a fool," said Ben, hugging Chris tightly, understanding
dawning as to Chris' evident maturity.

"He wasn't my first," continued Chris, "that was another lad, Pete, he's
not from our school, you won't know him. He was nice, but he's at Uni now."

"You like `em older then?" quizzed Ben, "What about guys in your year?"

"Sure, some of `em, there okay, well, all right pretty hot actually. Its
just that I don't ever seem to get along with `em. They mess about too
much. They're like kids," he continued without irony, "I like my sex
kinda ... serious?"

"Hmm, so I noticed," said Ben, "so who'd you fancy in your year then?"

Chris rattled off a few names, and Ben nodded in assent, they were all
lookers, the pick of the year.

"And Lee Rodgers and Luke Jones," Chris concluded.

Yes! Thought Ben, bingo! You never know...

"Well they're all pretty hot," agreed Ben, "They can't all be dickheads and
there's a chance one of `em might be interested. Just keep your options
open s'all I'm saying."

"Sure," said Chris, expecting nothing much to happen.

He'd looked at that particular scene before and had found it a desert.

Ben looked at the time and realised he'd better start making tracks. He'd
enjoyed his time with Chris and would be making time for him again no
matter what happened with Simon. He decided to give the boy one last moment
of fun. Something to keep him going, so to speak.

Ben slid his hand inside the clinging white nylon trackies and grabbing
hold of Chris' cock began to wank the slim hard shaft. The smooth velvety
skin was still oiled with the residue of their earlier lovemaking and Ben
soon established an easy rhythm. He could feel the foreskin sliding up and
down, unmasking the helmet one moment, and sheathing it the next. A
telltale patch of lube began to spread over the trackies and ran through
Ben's fingers increasing the stimulation upon the young teen's meat. The
precum soaked trackies clung to Ben's hand and Chris' cock, the thin white
material becoming gradually more transparent.

Chris' hands moved towards the waistband of his trackies,

"Don't mess them," he whimpered, "they're clean on."

Ben, sitting up, swatted the encroaching hands away.

"I want you to mess them," he said his voice husky, revelling in the
new-found power of his control over Chris.

"I want you to dirty your trackies, to cum in them, thinking of me," he
continued, "just relax and enjoy it."

At this Chris did what he was told. He spread his legs, propped himself on
his elbows and pushed down on his feet. His torso reared up from the bed as
the youth arched his back.

"That's it, good boy," encouraged Ben, pumping the teen's cock with renewed
vigour, "enjoy it you hot fuckin stud."

Now that Chris was really into it, Ben used his other hand to fondle the
balls through the trackies. They were back to their familiar state, drawn
up tight and ready. Ben visualised the dark meatier looking skin and
remembered that they were hairless and smooth. His hand traced further down
and stimulated the soft velvety skin beneath the balls before going on to
ravish the trackie-covered ass. Chris moaned and bucked and as Ben was
completing another tightly gripped downstroke on Chris' cock he felt the
trackies suddenly start to fill with hot boycream. The front of the
trackies became saturated around the cockhead and Ben suddenly abandoned
the boy's ass and prized open the waistband. Still working on the cock, his
knuckle banging rhythmically against the tight sweaty balls, Ben aimed
Chris' prick and sprayed the teen with his own jism.

Chris was thrashing around on the bed as cum spattered his chest and
face. He found himself opening his mouth to catch his flying seed, suddenly
desperate to drink his own jism. Gradually he subsided into the bed and Ben
let go of his cock. Popping the cock back into the trackies Ben stooped to
kiss the sleazy mound and lick a little cum that had oozed through the
material. Straightening up he admired his handiwork. Chris was painted with
cum, and droplets fell from his hair and chin while a particularly large
droplet cooled in the cavity of his smooth chest. Ben couldn't resist it
and he ducked down to lick it up. Wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand, Ben laughed,

"You'll have to clean your trackies with your shorts now. Really, I'm only
doing you a favour."

"A favour?" Chris exclaimed, somewhat indignant.

"If you're gonna hang around with me, washing up is something you're gonna
have to get used too," Ben chuckled and grinned lasciviously.

"Well, fairs fair, I suppose," said Chris making a grab for Benedict's
bulging Speedo's.

"On no you don't," said Ben, "I've gotta dash, really," and saying this he
evaded the groping hands and slipped off the bed.

"Besides you're too slow he added," laughing, as he dashed from the room.

"Johnson, you fucker!" Chris, rightly taking exception to this slur, leapt
up from the bed and laughing and giggling chased Ben down the stairs, his
cock swinging and sloshing in his tacky trackies.

Ben stooped to collect his shorts and T and trying to slip hurriedly into
the shorts tripped and sprawled into the Morgan's sitting room. Chris stood
in the doorway, grinning,

"Go on, get off. I know you've got to go," he said.

"Thanks," said Ben sitting up.

On impulse Ben wriggled himself out of his Speedo's.

"Here," he said, handing them to Chris, "you can have a proper pair after
all. Welcome to the team."

A tear formed at the corner of Chris' eye, and he moved forward to hug Ben
and kissed him.

The two boys embraced and kissed silently for a couple of minutes. Ben's
hard cock pressing into Chris' cum-slick trackies.

"Look I really do have to go," said Benedict breaking away from the younger
lad.

"I know its," began Chris with an air of resignation.

"Hey, smile, another time yeah?" said Ben.

"Sure," said Chris his eyes glazing over with happiness again.

"What about that?" he said pointing to Benedict's rigid cock.

Benedict shrugged and laughed,

"It'll live."

Chris nodded and Ben quickly got dressed. The feel of the navy Umbro's
playing free over his cock certainly did nothing for his erection. However,
knowing it would drop eventually -- the thought of turning up before his
mother would see to that -- Ben went and got his bike.

Exchanging thanks, goodbyes and `see you at school' Ben took his leave of
Chris. Popping on his sunglasses as he emerged into the bright hot day he
waved a final goodbye and set off for the sports club and his family. Right
on schedule he thought, pleased with his self and how things had gone. Not
too bad really, it seemed there could be a chance for poor Luke after
all. Hope he puts his courage in his hands and asks Chris over. He really
ought to do the same with Simon of course, but that, as ever, was
different. Let's see what Friday brings he hoped and his face was lit with
a broad smile.

The tent in his shorts had subsided as he'd left the house. However, as he
neared the sports club Ben felt a sudden surge of panic. His armour was
gone! Sure, it had been good to give Chris his Speedo's and great to see
the look on his face. But what now you stupid fuck? He'd be entering into a
scout barbecue in the middle of a hot sunny day. Never mind his brother,
there'd be all sorts of goodies to check out, Andy O'Hara for one.
Experience told Ben that it was unlikely that he'd get through the event
without popping a stiffy especially as his cock was swinging free in his
sexy slinky Umbro's. He'd needed his Speedo's for protection, now his
shorts would be free to tent and bulge out. He'd be unmasked; it was like
being naked! The T, hanging out of his shorts, would cover some of the
problem but not all. Of course, he'd been on the beach before now in just
his Speedo's, but that was different. There all you had to do was flip over
and burrow into the hot sand or run into the sea until the coast was
clear. Times had changed. He now knew what was under those shorts and
briefs, how things tasted and smelled, felt and looked, up close and
personal. As he sped through the sports club gates, right on schedule, Ben
felt like Daniel entering the lions den.

Hope you're still with me. There are a number of threads that I've woven
into the story. Any comments or suggestions would be appreciated.