Date: Mon, 13 May 2013 01:32:30 +0000
From: Esther Alexis <esther_alexis_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Benjy's Boy: Chapter Eleven

Ow ow, people that seem to enjoy a bit more than your average love story.
Hope this chapter satisfies your trouser-snake with one eye that will spit
if provoked. Or, for those weird ladies out there who can't get enough of
man on man porn stories, your hole(s?) will surely be stimulated.

Disclaimer: 100% fiction, coincidence if it resembles real life, no sex
without permission, you catch my drift. Shyah!

Also, it has been brought to my attention that on Chapter Nine I wrote
Chapter Ten would be released in March 2013, but as we all know, March is
long gone. I meant May. I got my M months mixed up, and Chapter Ten is out,
okay, okay, thanks.

Donate. Thanks.

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Benjy's Boy: Chapter Eleven

I strolled confidently into the Park Popham Hotel on Saturday morning,
determined to get at least an internship or apprenticeship, something along
the lines of a job. Jasper had ordered me to become employed by this
specific hotel, and I didn't want to let him down, knowing exactly what was
at stake.

I trembled, but only slightly. It was truly a beautiful hotel. Sublime
wooden desks and ancient carpets, with dangling diamond chandeliers and
silvery candelabras decorating each table and desk top. Crimson curtains
covered each wall, for the reason I did not know. It seemed to be packed
with people, all finely dressed in posh and luxurious outfits much too
expensive for your average Popham person. They were all obviously
businessmen and women, floundering in the town for the next big thing.

I managed to blend in as much as I could, albeit I found that a hard job
compared to what I stood next to: a posh, tight-faced woman with firm
cheekbones and a silky dark green dress suit. I ambled passed her, and
wandered to the Concierge Desk.

"Uh, hello," I asked the skinny teen man dressed in bright red clothing
behind the desk. It seemed a mockery of a uniform, to be truthful.

"How can I help?" he quivered, forcing his eyes to look away from me.

"I'm looking for a job, can I have one here?" I asked plainly. "An
internship, apprenticeship, something... anything?"

"You'll have to see the manager, Mister Mauling. He's in charge around
here."

"Don't you know of any open positions, though?"

"Bellboy, I think, but I can't be sure. There's the manager now, him in the
pink suit."

"It's burgundy. The colour, I mean. Burgundy is a mixture between red and
pink, and... Oh, sorry," I stuttered, realizing my idiocy.

"No, do not apologize. It is Barker here who has the colour wrong. It is
burgundy, very much so. My favourite colour. You have a sharp eye, young
man. Why don't I know you?" asked Mister Mauling, the manager, who shadily
appeared behind me and caused me a fright. I jumped, but calmed at his kind
and almost soothing words. He had an extremely African accent, like a
Nigerian. Or, Jamaican (which I know is not in Africa).

I turned and looked at the man simply, trying not to give too much away
with my face.

He had chocolate brown skin and a shaved bald head, but was quite a tall
man among most. He was decorated in a fine burgundy suit that brightened
the room and made him stand out.

"I... I'm looking for a job, here. An internship or something," I
announced.

"Oh, you are, are you? Well, I don't know about any open positions here,
but I'll see what I can do. Barker, look after the boy, will you? I'll
fetch the papers."

"Thank you, Mister Mauling," I thanked, smiling lightly.

 The odd man turned swiftly and headed behind the counter. He thumped
straight into Barker and traipsed through a shiny varnished door behind the
desk. I knew it must have led to the employee parts of the Park Popham
Hotel.

After the curious manager had vanished, I noticed Barker become a lot less
tense. His eyes relaxed but not by much. He seemed rather frightened to be
working there, if truth be told.

"Do you have a first name, then?" I asked him wonderingly, resting my arms
against the desk and staring right into his face. He had charcoal hair, but
he was cute. He had a little button nose and reddened lips, with grey and
weary eyes.

The boy shuddered, and held back a frightful sound. "I... I do. It's
Jacob... Jake. What is yours?"

"What? Mine? Oh. Daniel... Daniel Smith," I lied. I wouldn't actually give
out my real name on a task for Jasper. I hadn't established a persona
though, it was kind of on the spot. "Is this a nice place to work, then,
Jake?"

"It's... It's n-" he began, but hesitated and stopped as the door behind
him slowly glided open, and out-stepped the odd Mister Mauling, readjusting
his salmon pink tie and placing a few papers onto the concierge desk.

"As it so happens, you are in luck. Bellboy is needed. Would you like
that?" he asked, an odd grin on his face.

"Don't I need experience or something?" I asked, precariously.

"Why would you? You carry luggage for the customers, it isn't a hard job to
do. Sign the papers if you want it, but otherwise, I must leave you
now. Here comes Dame Judy Dench. Dame! Dame!" and the man in the burgundy
suit was off with the wind.

I knelt over the desk and used one of the hotel pens to fill in the forms
with a bunch of bullshit. Names, contact information, all of this and
that. After that, I pushed them over to Jake and winked cheekily at him.

His eyes lit up in surprise, but then returned to their frightened state.

"So, when will I be expected to start?" I asked the boy idly.

"He'll want you here tomorrow, with the rest of us. 7:00 A.M." The boy
blushed and looked away, and I left with a wave of my hand. Once I was
outside of the Park Popham Hotel, I headed into the park opposite, the
Popham Park. I noticed that it was a nice day, the sky filled with no
clouds and the sun booming with its bright yellow face. I could hear the
birds singing and the dogs barking, and could tell spring was here, and
that summer was probably just around the corner. The leaves on the trees
had regrown, and the flowers were once again blooming. I sighed. I hated
the spring and summer months. I was a hay-fevered person, you see. Itchy
eyes, blocked nose, fucked up throat, the lot. Especially the sneezing. It
annoyed me so horribly. Yet I endured, each year.

Eventually, I arrived at my bench. It became a ritual of mine to go there
whenever I needed to speak with Jasper. I sat, alone as usual. It was a
rear part of the park, shaded and dull. It wasn't a very pleasant or
appealing place.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Jasper's number. It rang a few
times, before his shadowy voice answered the phone sternly.

"I have a job as bellboy," I announced simply.

"Already? Good boy. Who did you speak with?" he answered mischievously.

"I saw an odd man, the manager."

"Mauling..." he whispered.

"Yes. He wasn't a very pleasant man, but he seemed okay, I guess. I also
met Jake... Jacob Barker."

"Making friends there already, I see. When are you supposed to start,
then?"

"They told me tomorrow morning. When I'm there, I think I'll try to meet a
few more employees, try to make friends, but I don't know..." I trailed on
awkwardly.

"Yes, just do that. But steer clear of Mauling. He's the bastard. Remember,
come to the address I gave you on Monday after you have made friends at
this hotel. I suppose you did a fine job... Kayden. Or, should I say Daniel
Smith?" I heard a harsh laugh on the other side of the line, but only
just. "I'll be in touch."

"Bye," I managed to say, before the line went dead. Why did he always say
those last four words, at the end of every phonecall? And who was that
laughing? It wasn't Jasper. It was definitely the laugh of a woman, or a
very high-pitched man. It simply couldn't be Jasper. His voice was too deep
and croaky.

I stood up from the bench and left the Popham Park, heading to Victoria's
house. The girl was rich, and therefore owned a decent mansion. And that
meant that the gang I hung with would be there, too, ever since the Alley
was a crime scene and the Hangout more of a Friday night place.

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Once I got there, I was greeted by Victoria's parents. They were always
kind, perhaps too kind, but they were nice people.

"Hello there, Kayden. It is lovely to see you once again." They had the
Queen's English accent. Very posh and arrogant. but they were exactly the
opposite. "Victoria and her friends are in the basement. You know thw way."

I thanked Victoria's red-headed parents and stepped down the hallway of
their home. It was so richly designed, it was by far grander than the Park
Popham Hotel. The chandelier no doubt had real diamonds in. But before I
had enough time to appreciate the loveliness of Victoria's home, I was at
the door to the basement.

I pulled open the doorknob and slowly descended the stairs, making sure my
hair was how I liked it. No one had seen the blond, other than Benjy. I had
avoided everyone else since it happened.

"Who's there?" asked Victoria, who ran to the bottom of the stairs and
yelped at the sight of me. "Kay! What the fuck?!"

"What's wrong? asked Elizabeth.

"What have you done?!" Victoria asked, her face shocked.

"What's he done?" Asked the voice of Molly Skinner, the Mayor of Popham's
daughter. She was a nice person when she wanted to be, but she was resented
for her eccentricity. If there was one person to dress weirder than Gaga,
it was Molly Skinner.

"I need to see this!" Ali announced, scurrying like a rat to the bottom of
the stairs I reached them. "Fucking hell..." she spoke solemnly.

"It looks great!" Molly announced from the farthest side of the basement,
lying down in a bean-bag. She hadn't even bothered to get up like Ali,
Victoria and Elizabeth.

"You look like a girl," Victoria told truthfully.

All I got from Elizabeth was her devious smile. I needed to have more guy
friends, I told myself. But then I saw Benjy, Vinny, Chris, and Adrian
crowded around Molly. I was fine.

"Stop pestering him, for fuck sake. He looks fine," Adrian
announced. Adrian was always kind to me, and that wasn't the only reason I
thought he was a fitty.

"Dennie always looks adorable," spoke a voice I couldn't match a body
to. It was a new voice, but I only knew one person who called me Dennie.

"Elise?" I asked, stupefied as she came into view from behind a crevice in
the wall. She looked positively angelic. Her little brown hair with the red
ribbons in it, her unique face. She was wearing a short purple dress with
lace tights and gloves, and that red lipstick I liked. She was probably the
one girl in all of the universe that I was truly attracted to. "What the
serious fuck?!"

She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth, before she ran towards me and
embraced me in a warm and extremely long hug. "I've missed you!" she
exasperated.

"You too! When did you get back from Bermuda?"

"Last night,2 she whispered in my ear, refusing to separate from me. She
nibbled on my ear, too, knowing I liked that.

After she stopped strangling me, everyone began to settle back down. They
stopped wowing over my new hair colour and turned back to their
conversations. In about ten minutes, Benjy and Adrian were deep in
conversation, with Vinny making out with Molly and Chris fast asleep on
Elizabeth's shoulder as she happily snogged Victoria. Oh, and Ali, who was
dancing by herself in the corner of the basement. But me and Elise were on
the other side of the room, sitting on the stairs, talking. I hadn't seen
her in so long, and there was so much to talk to her about. She was my real
best friend.

"I can't believe this," she said meekly. "You didn't just... oooo... you
fucking cutie!" she said, after I told her I was gay. "I always knew of
course."

"Did you fuck! You fancied me when we were younger. And there was that one
time... remember? Ha. Yeah, you remember," I joked with her.

"Which time?" she smiled. "The time we had our first kiss, or the time we
had a sleepover and-"

"Oh my god, no, just stop there!" I chuckled.

"You've changed so much, babe," she said, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I haven't. You just weren't here when I wanted to tell you."

"So have you... you know..." she finished her sentence by creating a hole
with her two fingers and using another to penetrate that hole.

I turned a deep shade of purple, and I knew that she knew.

"You have! Fucking hell. I'm the only virgin left in this group."

"Who would have thought?" I joked.

"Who with, then?" she asked.

"My eyes flashed from Benjy then to my shoes, precariously. I wondered if
she saw, but I couldn't be sure.

"Who's the new guy you just checked out?" she mumbled. "Oh. Wait..." she
began piecing it together. "No! No! Dennie, you naughty bastard! You've
bagged yourself a looker. If he wasn't yours, trust me, I'd make him be
mine."

I lifted her face and hugged her again, before the night would come to a
close. But, I knew it wasn't over. With Ali nearby, there was no chance of
anyone escaping so early. I suspected she was about to do something, right
before she did. The bitchy girl stopped her lonely dance by herself and
walked into the centre of the room. It was more of a strut, moving her legs
more than she should, waving her hips sensually.

"Right, listen up, bitches! Truth or dare, now!" she screamed, waking up
sleeping Chris and stopping the kisses between Molly and Vinny, and
Victoria and Elizabeth. Elise and I strolled over beside her, followed by
Vinny and Molly, a lazy Chris, Benjy, Adrian, and Victoria and
Elizabeth. We all ambled across the floor, forming a circle. Benjy sat
opposite me, and I gave him a sharp wink when he looked at me.

"Start with the celebrity guest star, shall we?" Ali slurred. "Elise, truth
or dare?"

Elise shrugged as she sat beside me, and then mouthed "Dare."

"Hmmm," Ali contemplated slyly, looking from me to Elise with her piercing
blue eyes. A horrible smile spread across her face. "I dare you to make out
with Kay."

I gave a smile just as evil back to her. She wasn't expecting that reaction
from me, so her eyes squinted every so slightly. The stupid bitch thought
she had won, but I never went down without a fight.

Elise looked at me and smiled sexily, before she shrugged and said
"Fine. Easy." She grabbed the back of my head and brought me in for a
kiss. I felt her lips press against mine, lock with them. Then her tongue
began hitting my lips, and I opened my mouth to welcome her.

We broke apart. The strawberry flavour of her lipstick was all over my
mouth. It was a flavour I recognized.

We turned to Ali at the same time and laughed at her. Her attempt to create
an awkward situation had been thwarted. She had no idea Elise and I had
kissed plenty of times before.

"Fine. Kayden, your turn. Truth or dare," Ali sulked, her face a little
angered.

"Truth." Once I said it, I immediately regretted it. I was the type of
person to choose the easy option, and telling a little truth seemed easier
than getting dared to do something probably awful. I always chose truth,
but now I wish I hadn't.

That same smile flashed across Ali's face.

"Kay, tell everyone... are you g-" she started.

"Alison, you don't mind if I ask him, do you?" Victoria interrupted. She
knew exactly what Alison was going to ask, and even if she finished her
question, everyone would look straight at me and see me blush. They would
all know immediately. But Victoria stopped her. She knew. For you full-time
readers, you will know that Victoria hid in my kitchen a few weeks ago and
overheard Ali call me GayKay, unknowingly outing me to her. She knew I was
gay, and she stopped Ali from announcing it.

"Have you and Elise ever... did it, or something like it?" she asked,,
giving me a bright and encouraging smile as she did. I thanked her
mentally, for stopping Ali from outing me. Only three people in that room
knew the truth, and I didn't want any one else to know.

"We haven't had sex," I said briefly. "But we have done... something like
it."

"What?" Ali asked, utterly shocked.

I looked over to Benjy, and he didn't seem to care.

"Details!" Ali screamed hurrying over to us and breaking the circle.

 "No!" Elise and I said at the same time.

"C'mon. Just say it, we're all friends here," Molly encouraged.

"Ugh. Fine," Elise gave in. "When we were younger, we had a sleepover. And,
we shared my bed. And, we weren't exactly wearing pj's that night. We were
very close. We ARE very close."

"What did you do?" Victoria asked, dying for details.

"I wanked him off," Elise announced, Benjy smiling as she did.

"And I fingered her," I told, proud.

The entire circle began laughing, most in shock, others because of the
hysteria of the situation. Benjy laughed the most.

The rest of the night was uneventful. The truths weren't as major, and the
dares didn't get any more sexual than gropes or dry-humping. Sadly. But
what was interesting and eventful was Benjy's turn. It was truth, and it
was my turn to ask the question.

"Who was your first?" I asked.

"My first? Oh, it was with Jeremy Roberts," he told aloud, in front of
everyone. He had outed himself, and on purpose!

"What?" I asked, stunned, just like everyone else. Except the three who
knew, who just acted.

I was just shocked that he actually came out. The brave fucker.

"You're gay?" Chris asked him.

"Yeah," was his simple reply.

"Cool," Chris replied.

Other than those events, nothing else interested me for the rest of the
night. Alison stripped to her underwear, a few people resumed kissing, and
the rest started a game of strip poker. I saw Adrian naked. He was VERY
gifted. The night ended with spin the bottle, but I didn't play. I was too
busy with Elise, talking. I couldn't believe this entire night. Elise was
back; Benjy had outed himself; and Ali lived up to her potential of being a
complete bitch. Oh, and then there is the fact that Adrian surpassed nine
inches, and Chris announced his bisexuality. Other than that,I'd say the
day was a normal one.

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Thanks for reading, guys. I've spend a lot of time trying to rethink the
plot,and I'm changing the story a lot more from your typical love
story. People die, no one is safe. Chapter Twelve will be out sometime in
early May 2013.

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