Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2013 19:52:32 +0000
From: Esther Alexis <esther_alexis_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Benjy's Boy: Chapter One

Hello there, this is my first story for Nifty.org, so I hope you enjoy
reading.

Disclaimer: As I have been warned, I must state that this story is 100%
fictitious, and is wholly from my imagination. If this resembles work by
others or stories in real life, that is merely by coincidence, nothing more
nor nothing less. All acts of sexual congress in this story performed by
those under the age of eighteen was performed with their consent.

Note: May I just also add that this story may not immediately include acts
of a sexual nature, because the story is a developed story, and I felt that
it best to first introduce characters and show relationships blooming
before showing any sex.

Benjy's Boy: Chapter One

I suppose if I was to be titled, I would be an emo. Everything about me
(more noticeably, my appearance) screams the words "insecure" at all who
see me. I was always the silent person, sitting alone in the corners of
classrooms, hiding behind my fringe. Yes, I had a fringe. My hair was long
and it was an illustrious dark brown, and it swept across my face, leaving
only one of my silky green eyes visible among my hair. My fringe covered
all of my forehead, and my side-fringe was always swept across my face. It
was how I liked it. I would spend a long time every morning straightening
my hair (however weird that may seem) with the straighteners, because
everything had to be perfect with me. Although, you could say that I
enjoyed looking insecure. My hood always up, fiddling with my sleeves when
I was anxious. I wore Creepers, almost all of the time. I thought they
looked quite nice with my black skinny jeans. So, yes, I was definitely an
emo. But, I was also gay. Not openly, of course. I was too much a coward to
do such a thing.

"Dear, it's time for school," called my mom. I was starting my fourth year
of Secondary School today (meaning that I was fourteen), which was like
High school for you Americans reading.

"I'm getting ready," I told her, finishing the final touches on my bangs. I
hated nothing more than looking imperfect, even if it was my own opinion. I
mean, I frowned at every person I saw that had even a single curl or flick
in their hair. Once I had done that, I hurried down the stairs and left the
house as soon as I could. I walked to school, unlike most, because there
were no school buses in Britain, my American readers, and especially not in
such a low and cockney area as mine.

"Hey, Kay, wait up!" called Alison, my best friend, and the only person who
I had told that I was gay. She lived a few houses down from me.

"Hey Alison," I replied to her.

"Have you seen my new neighbor? He's such a fitty, I swear! But he looks
like he bats for your team."

"Where is he?" I asked, not really caring, ignoring Alison almost
completely. She tried to act like it was all okay, but I was still as
insecure as I was before I told her my biggest secret, and her making fun
of me wasn't helping.

"There!" I followed her pointing finger, and it lead me to the most
ethereal vision I had ever seen. As one might think, when describing a sexy
crush, he was god-like. His hair was long and thick, blond in color, but
with a bright blue dip-dyed fringe. I could look at him for eternity, just
staring into his luminescent, light blue eyes, his perfectly chiselled
face. He was a visionary to me, from his woolly knitted jumper to his
perfect Creepers - like mine. I could see the abs flexing out of his
jumper, and almost fainted, had it not been for Alison, who stabbed me with
her pocket pen to bring me back to reality. "His name's Benjamin, or
something. But he's a proper sexy fucker!"

"Oh, yeah, whatever," I said to her, hiding my secretive lust towards this
empyrean vision. "Benjamin," I whispered to myself.

I didn't see the sexiness that was Benjamin until I was in the school
grounds. He must have been a new student, I told myself, because it just so
happens that Benjamin was in nearly all of my lessons. From History (my
favorite) to P.E. (my worst), he was always there, looking as innocent and
juvenile as always. He always seemed so lost, too. And he seemed distant
from everyone, which was why I was surprised that he even spoke to me. He
said "Why aren't you doing P.E.?" His voice was American; he was the first
American I had ever met.

"Uh... uhm, lots of people don't do it. They just put us all in a classroom
for the lesson."

"Oh, that's okay, then. Do you mind if I just follow you? It's my first day
and I couldn't find my locker," he asked so sweetly.

"You don't get lockers here," I giggled, as he flashed his pearly white
teeth at me. His smile was crooked, unique, perfect. "But sure, the
classroom is just here, uh, Benjamin, right?"

"Call me Benjy."

For the entirety of the lesson, we got to know each other. I knew it
wouldn't hurt, because I barely had any friends. Besides, neither did he,
so I was doing him a favor, by becoming his friend. We talked about his
home in America, which, until he told me, I thought to be an awful
place. But he changed my mind entirely. I also told him about our town, our
school, who to watch out for and which teachers are the most strict
here. We seemed to get on fine. Even after I left that lesson, Benjy
followed me everywhere. He was like a child, lost and alone in the center
of a shopping mall. But, I didn't mind it. I liked him following me, I
liked the way he spoke to me. It was kind and caring, something no one in
this town had.

At the end of the school day, Benjy even walked home with me. I left Alison
to walk with him, to my delight. I just found every word that poured out of
his mouth so inspiring, so caring, I found it hard not to simply dive into
his muscly arms and make love to him in the street.

"I live here," I told him at last, halting to a stop.

"Oh, we live so close. I live there," he told, pointing towards a house
only a few hundred yards away. "Come by any time, my mom would love to know
I made a friend. Bye then, guys."

"What do you mean, 'bye'?!" Alison practically screamed. "Kay, you're not
going in, and Benjy, neither are you! It's the first day back at school and
I'm getting some alcohol in me, which means you two better buckle in,
because your coming to my party tonight!"

"What - uh, I don't think I should," I told her.

"No! Not again, Kay! You can't stay locked up in your bedroom all day. Have
fun for once! Come on!"

"What would we do?"

"Who cares, as long as there's booze! I'm getting drunk tonight, boys, I
tell you!" Alison sneered. Benjy smirked at me there, and I couldn't help
but smirk back.

"I'll go if you will, Kay," said Benjy. I couldn't help but to start
playing with my sleeves, and Alison obviously knew that I liked him. She
always knew that I was anxious when I played with my sleeves.

"Ohh! Well, you aren't saying no. Now go and get changed, and I'll see you
- both of you - outside my house in three hours, got it?"

"Yeah," Benjy and I spoke in unison, before he grabbed my wrist and brought
me in to hug him. It was a passionate hug, I tell you. I squeezed him ever
so softly, rubbing my arms across his tensing shoulder blades. After he
hugged Alison, he strutted, quite sexily, to his house.

"You - you, GayKay, like him, don't you?"

"What, no...," I tried to deny.

"Don't lie to me, GayKay, I know it. Don't worry, I'm happy you found a
bum-buddy. Three hours, my house - don't forget!" said Alison, before she
left me too.

I wasn't looking forward to Alison's party, not at all. Everyone knew what
would happen. She would get drunk, sleep with another guy, take pictures of
it, and then trash her house. I didn't want to be a part of it. In fact,
the only reason I went was to see Benjy.

Feel free to email me with comments, questions, etc @
esther_alexis_@hotmail.com - To find out what happens at Alison's party,
read Chapter Two, should this be placed on the website and should I decide
to continue the series (which I most definitely will!).