Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 01:40:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Frost <unpetitpoissonbleu@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Moving On - Chapter Six

A special thanks to Sharon for the excellent editing work!

Un remerciement special a Francois pour corriger les textes francais et
pour le " betareading " !!!


	"C'mon, this way," I showed Ben the way out of the locker room to
avoid the kids coming in. There is no way I am going to let a crowd to cut
off what Ben was going to say to me several seconds ago. I need to find a
room or a quiet spot so we can have some privacy. Since this is an old
school, there are some hidden "doors," which means they're situated in
small, narrow corridors no more than five feet long in the hallways. Most
kids would ignore them and some of them are almost never used, except
during special occasions that make the school more crowded (like featured
plays or football games with huge audiences). The bathrooms next to the
auditorium are a good example, but they're locked up. Though they usually
forget to lock a door or two, if today is our lucky day. I led Ben upstairs
to get out of the "basement" of the school and into a huge hallway next to
the auditorium and right now there are a few students walking through it
towards to the lunchroom.

	"We're walking a little bit till those kids disappear from our
views, and then we'll try to get in one of the three doors on that side of
the hall," I whispered to him quietly and pointed to those doors. He nodded
to show his understanding of what I had said. So, we walked a little slowly
and a couple more seventh grader kids came in the hallway.

	"Shit...disappear little freshman fuckers..." I said in an annoyed
voice. Ben sniggered, obviously amused at my impatience.

	"Shut up, you..." I smirked, "C'mon, quickly..." I pulled his hand
to one of the doors. I pulled one and it was locked.

	"Fuck...the next one..." I went to another door and jiggled the
knob. Again, locked.

	"Please let the next one be unlocked!" I prayed under my breath as
I headed to the next and final door.

	"Woot!" I pumped my fist in joy, "After you, Benjamin..." I offered
letting him go in first.

	"It's Benoit, not Benjamin. I'm a Frenchie, remember?" he pointed
out my mistake saying his full name.

	"I know, but I was saying it the English way." I rolled my eyes.

	"Whatever, ti-poil..." (Whatever, baldy) he muttered and walked in.

	"What?" I followed behind him.

	"You'll find out someday the meaning of 'ti-poil'," he
smirked. Obviously, I know it has a not-so-nice meaning.

	He stopped and observed the whole room and he widened his eyes.

	"Girls' bathroom? Shit Steph...if anyone seessaw us coming in,
we'll be seeing a teacher, not a girl!" he said.

	"Not really, I locked the door from the inside. They'll think it
was locked all along and that no one can come in." I pointed to the lock on
the door.

	"Nice..., but seriously, the girls' bathroom? What a nice idea you
have here," he giggled.

	"Yes, it's odd though. This bathroom is for the auditorium when
it's full, yet there is no boys' bathroom close except the one 200 feet
down the hall. Girls don't have to walk much yet we have
to. Discrimination, eh?" I thought.

	"Yes, but that's not why we're here though," he whispered.

	"Ah yes, you were going to say what before?" I asked.

	"I'll try to make this story short," he sighed and continued, "Just
before I moved here from Montreal, I was in a relationship that lasted a
year," Ben took his eyes off me to blush a little, "When he found out I had
to move, he suddenly didn't want me and told me to go. It was as if he felt
it was pointless to continue the relationship if we're going to be over 400
miles apart and me being gone for an indefinite amount of time."

	"Damn, what a bastard," as I was almost speechless.

	"He just turned his heart off and told me he didn't love me. He was
cold and stiff as an icicle. When I acted weirdly in bed with you while
watching the movie, I know I said something like," he blushed again at that
incident, "'Je m'excuse que tu ne puisses pas garder notre histoire d'amour
dans nos souvenirs pour toujours' or something along the line."

	"What does it mean? I'm still crap in French,"

	"'Sorry if you cannot treasure our love story for our memory for
life'," he stated, "That line always repeats in my mind. Life is never
fair, but it's best to remember the best parts of it and that was the best
of all in my life. He was still silent when I said that, and asked him if I
could hug and kiss him for the last time, which I did. It wasn't real,
because he was cold and stiff like a fucking icicle. His lips felt cold and
lifeless, as if the blood never flowed there because his heart didn't
bother to pump some there. I felt no love from that. And that bothered me
the most, and I haven't truly recovered from feeling that cruel sign of
cold heart. My dreams have been haunting me, reminding me of that time over
and over."

	"So that's why you were being careful about getting hurt again..."
I told him, pulling him closer to me.

	"Yes, I vowed to be attentive of people with a cold heart so that I
won't have to experience it again. I want to be careful to make sure you're
not one of them," he came closer to me to rest his head on my chest,
placing his left ear on my heart, "It beats warmly and quietly. So far,
you're not one of them," he turned his head around to look at my face,
smiling softly like a happy little child.

	"That was...sad and beautiful," I bit my lower lip, "Beautiful in
how to describe what a heart should be, and sad how he treated you over
something so little. If that were me, I would love the person forever, even
if he were on the other side of the world. Love knows no distance...in my
opinion."

	"You believe the same, which further proves my case," he replied.

	"Oh you've been investigating me like I'm some suspect in a crime
or something, eh?" I eyed him suspiciously.

	"Oh yes, ever since I walked on that bus, you caught my eye, and so
I sat in front of you, hoping to find a word to introduce myself without
sounding like a weirdo," he stuck his tongue out at me, "but you saved my
ass when you spoke the first word. Then I got obsessed yet cautious at the
development of the events between you and me."

	"I've been obsessing more than you, like a second earlier than you
noticed me. So I win." I rubbed his hair around.

	"Well, maybe you should tell your grandma's....Fran the bus driver?
You two look so alike, so I assumed...not," he shot back at me.

	"Bitch...you...ah fuck. You win then," I was overcome by his sharp
wit, "But let me tell you something personal that I haven't told anyone but
myself."

	"Vas-y! Go on! I love personal stories...useful for blackmail," he
grinned.

	"You wouldn't do it anyway," I smiled to brush that cute statement
off and ignore the comment, "Here, look at this on my wrist and lower arm."
I pulled my shirtsleeve up to show him a healing wound and few other faint
scars forming straight lines.

	"What happened to your arm?" he alarmingly widened his eyes, "Some
bastard? I can get him whoever that was!"

	"In fact, the bastard was actually me, so you wouldn't lay a finger
on me. Just let me explain more," I said as I watched Ben looking more
concerned, "I used razor blades to make those, to inflict some pain and
blood on myself in a pointless attempt to overcome my concerns about my
sexuality. It was just yesterday morning that I fessed up to myself to stop
and accepted the inevitable, that I'm gay. I left the world of despair and
pain, in hope that life won't be hard on me over my decision. So far, the
sun is still shining on me. What's making it do that? Maybe it's my own
doing. Maybe it's you. Maybe it's something else. Only time will tell."

	Ben pulled my shirtsleeve down and gave me a warm hug.

	"Now let them disappear from our eyes. Promise me you won't do that
again ever in your life," he asked me clearly.

	"I can promise only if you listen to me about one thing," I replied
to avoid the issue for a minute, "The actions solely of others, like that
old boyfriend of yours, aren't always your fault. I'm sure you did
everything to keep it wonderful, but he didn't help much to continue that
at the end. It's his loss he didn't see that like you could. Remember,
there are more fish in the big blue sea that we call life."

	"So sweet and true..." he blushed, "But promise me..."

	"I promise only for you and no one else," I hope this won't deter
him from me, "Et..." I struggled to find simple words, "Et...je voulois
t'aimer tant...une fois... Just to make you feel there are other fish
waiting for you."

	Ben gave me a warm smile and hugged me.

	"Hard to understand but I get what you're saying. You should be
saying, "Et je veux t'aimer tellement un beau jour. (And I want to love you
so much someday) 'Vouloir' is not a regular verb," he added, "Let's
try. The only way to heal my heart is to be loved by another
boy. 'Essayons, mon beau gars, de tomber en amour.' (Let's try, my
beautiful guy, to fall in love.)," he said in a sing-song voice.

	"I understood most of what you've said." I pulled Ben closer to me,
just to kiss him for everything. Ben knew what I was going to do and kissed
me immediately. We were soon locked in a long, warm kiss. We made ourselves
all warm in a cold, unheated bathroom. I put my hands under his shirt to
feel all over his smooth skin, and he went to do the same to me. At this
point, we were falling and falling into the love abyss with no sense of
returning, just falling forever.

	After several minutes of being glued together, the bell rang
throughout the bathroom.

	"Heh, we've missed lunch. I hope you're not too hungry. I'm sorry,"
I told Ben.

	"No worries, this moment was worth starving for. Besides, you gave
me plenty of fluid, so I won't be dehydrated," he giggled.

	"Specially made for you, my little man," I kissed him on his cheek,
"Let's go, we have a few classes to go before the end of school." And I
realized he was getting less and less shy as we knew each other more.

	As I unlocked the door, I heard a tap somewhere in the bathroom. I
turned my head around to look for the source of the noise.

	"What was that?" Ben asked, meaning he heard it as well.

	"I don't know, but it could be the pipes rattling. This school is
ancient and the heating system is still run by steam piping from the
furnace building next to the stadium. Otherwise it could be a mouse or
whatever. C'mon, let's go." I showed Ben the way out of the door. We walked
quickly into the crowds flooding into the hallways from the lunchroom, and
fortunely it appeared no one noticed that we came out of a locked girls'
bathroom.

	"We're lucky..." I whispered to him as he walked beside me.

	"I think my class is that way," he pointed where the hallways split
into two, one goes to the stairs and the other continues on the first
floor.

	"What number is it?" I asked.

	"Algebra in room 202."

	"Ah, Mrs. Latchbach. She's great. I've known her since she was a
student teacher. But yea, it's that way and then you go up the stairs, and
the room is just right out of the stairs. Could you wait for me at the bus
stop after school?" I asked, trying not to state the obvious that I wanted
to spend more time with him.

	"Yea, of course..." he responded, waving me bye as he headed in the
other direction, "Pis rappelle-toi-en, essayons de tomber en
amour...ensemble..." (And remember, let's try to fall in
love...together...), and he blew a very subtle kiss to me. Damn, it made me
blush a little though I never really understood 100% of what he said. And
fortunely, no one noticed.

	"Crisse de calisse de fifine!!! Ciboire, a'a vraiment ose de faire
ca, cet' ostie de branleuse de chiens twits!!!  A'va payer un jour!!!"
(Damn goddamn fucking faggot!!! Fuck, she really dared to do that, that
fucking squealing dogwanker!!! She's so going to pay one day!!!) Ben swore
heavily in lightning speed as Fran drove off without him, knowing that he
was running to catch the bus. She just pointed at her watch indicating that
it's time to leave, and closed the door on him (and me as well...so I
should be cursing too). Supposedly, she got her chance at revenge for what
he said to her last morning. I noticed several students were looking at
Ben, assuming they were surprised that he spoke in a foreign language.

	"I understood 'crisse'," I smiled, "And I'm sure what you've said
was very colorful." I smiled softly at him, hoping to calm him down.

	"Bitch..." he panted to catch his breath, "No one fucks with me."

	"We'll get the next bus in an hour and we won't get Fran this
time. C'mon, maybe it's time I show you a cafe and we'll have a coffee," I
tugged his coat to follow me, "C'mon, let's not waste any time!"

	We walked along a three-lane state highway, called Mountain
Boulevard, but no one really calls it that. We just call it 309 because of
its official state numbering, "State Route 309". It's the main thoroughfare
of the area, providing about a dozen restaurants, a couple supermarkets,
many shops, a couple clinics, a library, and so on to provide basic
services to the rural communities scattered in a vast area of forested and
mountainous spaces. The northbound side of the highway leads up a mountain
range with average elevations of a little over 2000 feet, and just before
the cut through the range, the view is wonderful with more mountains on the
horizon and neverending forests. The only buildings visible would be the
commercial buildings along 309 and the houses and communities are often
hidden in the vast forest. Then 309 goes down the mountain range, and again
briefly up another one (it's smaller than the first one) before showing the
Wyoming Valley at the end. The Wyoming Valley is a long, narrow valley,
about thirty miles long and five-six miles at the widest where small towns
and small cities combine together to form one urban chunk called
Wilkes-Barre/Scranton. With a population of 250,000 people in the valley,
it's one of Pennsylvania's largest metropolitan areas (Philadelphia,
Pittsburgh, and Allentown-Bethlehem are much bigger) and a gateway to
"civilization" for the rural population of the northeastern part of the
state.

	It was 20F and the wind made it feel a little colder, but we kept
our pace quick so we could stay warm by keeping on the move.

	"We're not that far Ben, it's just over there," I showed him the
little cafe at an intersection of the highway and a country road. It opened
a few years ago, and it's popular among the locals and students who wanted
to have a little cafe culture here like those big cities have. The cafe has
quite adapted to the local tastes, in order to serve the best to customers.

	We walked in the cafe and immediately were greeted by a blond lady
of average height and still looking young for a woman in her late
thirties. People would think she's 10 years younger at least.

	"Steph, litli bjorninn minn! (Icelandic: My little bear!) I didn't
expect you to be here this early," she paused to think, "Ah, lemme guess,
you have Fran this month and you missed the bus again?" she smiled warmly
at my facial expression confirming the fact. She can read me very well,
unlike anyone else.

	"Hey, Birna!" I waved to her before taking a seat at a table,
"Yeah, you've guessed it. The usual please."

	"I already got it ready once I saw you coming down the highway
towards here," she winked her eye. Smart woman. "How about your friend?"
she pointed at Ben.

	"Ben?"

	"Oh, errr....cafe au lait?" Ben asked the lady.

	"Right away, my dear," she said cheerfully.
	"Do you know her?" he asked me in a low voice.
	"She's Krist's mother and she owns this place."
	"Krist?" Ben paused to think, "the blond guy you were talking to on
the bus before?" I confirmed that by nodding up and down. "She greeted you
in some tongue I don't know..."

	"Oh, they're from Iceland. They moved here years ago and we've
known each other since we were six. She likes to call me 'little bear' in
Icelandic because she considers me as her son. Krist already took the
'storri bjorninn' nickname from her, which means...'big bear'. Now I'm
stuck being little forever." I grinned.

	"Here you go, boys. Enjoy! I'll just put it on credit," she marked
the price down on a little notebook so I can pay everything I had this
month later instead of now. "Now, aren't you going to introduce him to me?"

	"Oh, sorry...this is Ben. Ben, Birna. He's the new kid at the
lake."

	He went to shake her hand, "Nice to meet you madam."

	"Ah, now I remember. Couple of my neighbors spoke of you and your
family when they moved into that house," she smiled, "It's a small
community, word travels around fast. Nice to meet you as well." Then the
door bell rang and a customer came in. "Oh, I should get to work... Hello!
How may I help you today?" she walked back to her counter to serve the
lady.

	We sat and enjoyed the coffee as we looked around the windows and
the whole cafe over and over, observing the world going around us at a
quick pace. We finished our coffee and realized we should be back to school
to catch the bus. We got up and headed to the door, and Birna called out to
us.

	"Boys, stay here for five minutes. Don't worry about the bus, and
you shouldn't be walking in the cold. I'll be done when the girl gets ready
for her shift, and I'll take you home with me."

	"Thanks, Birna!" I smiled at her, relishing the sense of delight
that I won't have to sit on the bus for thirty minutes just to get home
when it only takes fifteen minutes to do so in the car.

	We followed Birna to her Volvo and took off. Birna and I were soon
engaged in a long conservation, and I noticed Ben had been quiet and
looking out the window watching the trees and houses go by us.

	"You're quiet, join us in our conversation," I encouraged him.

	"It's ok, I like being quiet. Go on...don't miss a word she's
saying now," he pointed at Birna, who was still talking and it appeared she
didn't notice no one was listening.

	"Ok guys, I'll drop off Ben first since he's closer," said Birna.

	"Ok, just turn here..." Ben pointed at the road.

	"I know, I know...I already know where you live. It's not that
hard." she waved off Ben's directions, and turned onto the road.

	Five minutes later, we arrived at his house.

	"There!" she pulled into the driveway, "I hope I'll see you soon in
the cafe or wherever, ok? Bye, my dear!" she waved to Ben, "Steph! Are you
going with him?" she saw me leaving as well.

	"Yeah, we've got to do some schoolwork together. Tell Krist I'll
call him tonight." I told her at her car window.

	"Ok! Bye and tell your mother I said 'hi'." And she drove off.

	"My parents' aren't home yet," Ben looked at the driveway, empty of
any cars, "Ah, now I remember, it's parent-teacher meeting day at Matt's
school." Ben unlocked the door and let me in first. I looked at the living
room, and it had gotten tidier than yesterday, not that I'm judging. I
followed Ben to his room, again still messy.

	"Just shut up about my room!" he said as he took his coat and
backpack off and threw them in the opened closet, "I'll work on it on the
weekend," he went to sit on his bed to take off his jeans. Huh?
No...no...no...don't look at the smooth legs. Jesus, I looked and I didn't
stop as he put his jammies on. He got up and came to me.

	"C'mon, put this on. It's more comfy," he showed his extra jammies,
"Go on..." he insisted.

	"Erm, can you turn around?" I asked shyly.

	"No, I let you rape me with your eyes just a minute ago, now it's
my turn," he stuck his tongue out. Oh just do it, Steph!

	"Ok ok ok..." I pulled down my jeans. My jeans waistband was a
little tight when I pulled it down, and as a result, it pulled my briefs
down a little as well, exposing a little bit of my black-colored pubes
right in front of Ben. In a snap, I pulled my briefs up to cover it. I
could see Ben's eyes drooling with hunger, "You're such a perv, you know
that?" I told him, sniggering. I took my jeans off and put on my jammies.

	"Yeah, they're more comfy," I looked at myself in the mirror, "Now!
You're going to be my French tutor..." I grinned, taking my French book out
of my backpack, "I'm failing it and my mother just threatened to keep me on
my driver's permit for ten more months if I don't improve to a C at least."

	"Of course, sit on my bed and we'll get started," he took the book
out of my hand and went on the bed, "Hmmm, we should start at the beginning
of the book," he implied.

	"But...we're at..." I started to say.

	"No buts, it's easier that way so you can have a good start," he
shut me up, "Hmmm, we'll start here. Repeat after me: Salut! Je m'appelle
Ben! Comment tu t'appelles?" (Hi! My name is Ben! What's your name?)

	"Saloot! Je m'appelle Ben! Comment too t'appelles?" I said a little
slowly.

	"Not bad. Repeat again, 'Salut' and 'tu', with a weird 'u' close to
saying 'ewww'. Go on!"

	"'Salut! Tu...'" I mimicked him.

	"That's it! The French 'u', you got it!" he smiled at me, trying to
keep me cheered and encourage, "Ok...now..." and he went off making me say
more French phrases and expressions. We went on and on. During the
practice, I had an excuse to fixate on his red, soft lips moving
effortlessly spilling out soft, smooth French words. If he keeps it up, I
just might want to kiss him all over for ages to satisfy my growing
addiction.

	An hour later, Ben turned to another page and looked at me with a
hint of evil deep in his eyes and grinned, as if he just had an idea.

	"One more page, body parts! Oh this should be an enjoyable
experience," he smirked. He moved a little closer to be a few inches from
me so I could see the picture of the person with names pointing to each
body part. He turned his head to look at me, and he gave my cheek a kiss.

	"You deserve it for doing a not-so-bad job so far," he smiled,
"Now...l'oeil" he put his finger at one of my eyes. I nodded my head to
understand and repeated what he said.

	"Les yeux..." he pointed two fingers at both of my eyes, indicating
that it's the irregular plural form of "l'oeil." I repeated and point my
two fingers at his eyes.

	"Le nez," he touched my nose, "L'oreille", he touched my ears, "La
bouche", he pointed at my mouth, "La joue", he touched my right cheek, "Les
levres", he touched my lips and held his finger there. He rubbed softly
against my lips to feel the texture.

	"Elles sont tellement douces..." (They're so soft...) he whispered.

	"Oui..." and I put my finger on his lips, "Yours too...tellement
douces..."

	Ben blushed slightly, but paid no attention to it, and pulled his
finger down.

	"Let's unite them..." he whispered as he moved forward, uniting us
in a kiss. After a few minutes of making out with tongues, it appeared that
he wasn't going to stop here for today. He broke off the kiss, but leaving
his lips not too far from mine.

	"Le cou..." and he pressed his lips onto my neck.

	"Hmmm....your lips feel good on my...cou..." I moaned out lightly
in response.

	"'My neck' is...'mon cou'..." he whispered next to my ear, and went
back to further kiss all over my neck. I stopped him so I can try out his
neck and explore his soft smooth cream-white skin with my lips.

	He put his hand under the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up to
take it off me. I followed suit to take his off, and we're both facing each
other shirtless.

	"L'epaule..." he started to kiss gently on my shoulder and moved
towards my arm, "Le bras..." again he whispered as he kissed down my arm to
my hand, "La main..." he gave it a kiss like a prince would do to a
princess, "Et les doigts..." he sucked a couple of my fingers. Then he
pushed me down slowly hinting that he wanted me to lie down. He rested his
ear on my heart and he looked at me, smiling.

	"Le coeur...il bat doucement..." (...it beats softly...) He lifted
his head a little more to get a better view of my chest and relished every
second of looking at it.

	"Le sein..." he went down to kiss and lick my breast and went for
the nipple.

	"Ahhh..." I moaned out, "No, don't stop...it feels too good." And
he continued licking my nipple. Hmmmm....

	"You're so good..." I told him.

	"I learned a lot from...eh...that bastard..." he shrugged, "'Your
body'...ton corps...is perfect," he said softly.

	"I beg to differ. Yours is more perfect than mine."

	"Your opinion doesn't matter..." he smiled. He kissed from the
middle of my chest, slowly going downward to my belly button. He put his
fingers from both hands inside the waistband of my jammies. He looked up to
me. I nodded my head a couple of times, giving him a go ahead. He pulled
the jammies down my legs to my ankles before taking them all the way
off. Ben went to take his off, but I stopped him.

	"No, let me..." I pulled them down and he complied by making it
easier for me to take them off him. Now we were almost naked, both with
just our cartoon briefs on.

	"You can't use the cartoon undies against me anymore because you're
guilty as well," he smirked and kissed me on the lips again, leading me to
lie down once more.

	He returned to where he was just above my belly button, kissing
down a little more each couple of seconds till he stopped at the waistband
of my undies.

	"Go on...no need to stop..." I told him.

	He put his fingers inside the waistband, circling them around a
little, and then pulled it down a little to expose a little of my pubes
that he'd already glanced at not too long ago. The time he was taking made
me grow harder and harder and I just wanted to grab his hands and pull down
those damn briefs. Enough torture!

He observed my obvious excitement facing sideway to the left in my
briefs. And finally...

"La queue..." he whispered and pulled down my briefs to my ankles and off
me, and threw them to the floor. Ben stared at my body once more, taking
care to observe every detail from toes to head. I was lying there all naked
in front of him, and he slowly went to lie down on me.

"Take mine off," he whispered lustily in my right ear.

I took hold of his undies' waistband, and pulled it down. Since he was on
me, he pulled it down where I couldn't reach further, and kicked them off
his feet to the floor next to my undies. Now we were lying on each other
naked with Ben resting his head on my chest, listening to my heart.

"Ah, il bat plus fort..." (Ah, it's beating harder...) he said, and went to
kiss me on the lips. There we made out with tongues without any end in
sight. We will never let go and we will go on for ages. Our bodies were in
complete contact and we let our hands explore wildly all over the others
body. He appeared to feel more aroused and started to slowly hump his hips,
pressing his stiff dick against my body. This added simulation to my own
dick, and caused me to let out a soft moan giving him a sign of my
pleasure. Ben's chest and abs muscles started to harden against me, and his
nipples were already erect completely as he continued to hump against me,
increasing the pace every few seconds till he reached a continuous,
predictable pace that I could follow in return.

Ben began to whimper and moan softly into my mouth and around my tongue. I
started to feel a warm, highly pleasurable feeling growing stronger and
stronger around my dick and pelvis area, and it was starting to spread
beyond it to the skin on my chest where he was holding his against it. He
broke off the kiss and went to my neck, kissing and licking while letting
some whimpers and moans escape along with his soft, deep breath. I could
tell he was getting close to the point of no return, so I grinded harder
against him. Now I started to let my moaning be deeper and more
notable. Ben's whimper suddenly gave away to a deep moan.

"Ah-ah-ahhhhhh...." he let it out and thrusted even harder. Against my
body, I felt his cock expanding to its maximum limits, and then something
warm and gooey gushed out of it. And he was still humping, so it made it
spread its warmth around my belly. He pressed his lips hard against my
neck, whimpering softly against it and holding me hard as ecstasy shot all
over his body for several seconds. His humping started to subside slowly,
and stopped. He reached over to give me a brief kiss,

"Whoa..." he smiled, "That was amazing and the best in months." He lifted
himself off me to see the mess he made on our bellies, "Damn, I shot more
than I usually do." He got off the bed to get a towel a few feet away from
the bed and wiped our bellies clean. I got up to sit on the side of the bed
to stare at his naked body standing up and stretching. He looked at me and
blushed a little. What? What did I do?

"Did you go too?" he asked, looking at my boner that never went away.

"No...I was close, but I let you go first."

"Lemme fix it..." he went on his knees and placed himself in front of my
boner, "I owe you one." And he went straight down to take all of my length,
all seven inches of it...into his mouth and throat.

"Oh fuck," I rolled my eyes back, "Keep doing it...I can get off in an
instant." I bent back a little to let Ben do his magic. He worked his
tongue around, pleasuring me mercilessly and in few minutes, I was at the
point of no return. I noticed he was all hard again, and I can tell his is
just as big as mine. Looking at it all hard and hungry for attention just
made me even more aroused and pushed me pass the no-return point.

"Ah-ah-ahhh, ugh..." I whispered as he continued to work on my stick, "Ben,
I'm not far...get...read-yyy..." I warned him. Here we go; the faint bubbly
feeling was slowly growing and growing to reach the boiling point. I
stiffened and my cock expanded. He worked his tongue even faster and
letting my dickhead rub the soft flesh of his throat to bring on the
inevitable. Orgasm was on the edge and started to spill out by me leaking
out some pre-cum. Then some faint voice suddenly called out from
downstairs.

"Benoit! On est de retour!" (Benoit! We're back!) Ben's mother called out.

Ben jumped off my dick all startled, went off to close the door, and locked
it.

"Ah...ah...Ben...I'm..." I started to say.

Ben ran to cover my mouth with his hand as my orgasm shot all over my body
as my first strand of juice shot out high and landed on my hair. A second
strand shot to Ben's cheek. I was exploding some more all over our chest.

"Ben...shit..." I said through his hand as another one spurted out.

"Turn it off..." he started to giggle softly, apparently amused at my
"problem".

I took hold of my dick and jerked it off to run out the orgasm that took a
few seconds to end. And the shooting gave its last exit.

"Ahhh..." I sighed, and I took a look at Ben's face and chest. Ben looked
at me smiling hard and started to let out a giggle.

"He-he-hehehe, ha-ha-hahahaha..." he exploded into laughter, "Hahaha, look
at us...all drenched again..." I started to giggle and then laughed as he
made his point.

"Benoit?" his mother called again.

"Ouais, chu la, m'man. Je dormais!" Ben sniggered and calmed himself down
as he answered his mother's call. He went to get the towel again to clean
himself off and then threw it to me.

"Clean up and put your clothes back on!" he told me as he put his briefs
on.

We dressed and looked in the mirror to make sure there were no traces of
semen on us, especially our hair.

"C'mon, m'man will be surprised to see you."

"Steph! I didn't expect you to be here! What brings you here? Did you hurt
yourself again or something?" Mrs. Lemoureaux exploded in surprised and
bombarded me with questions.

"Hi..." and that was all I said as Ben took care of everything.

"M'man, y'a rien fait! J'y apprendais du francais... Alors, c'est tout
correct..." (Mum, he did nothing. I was teaching him some French... So,
everything is ok...)

"Oh! Good...good...good...glad to see you again, Steph. What did you learn
so far with French?" she asked me.

"Oh...erm...greetings, colors, verbs, and...body parts..." I giggled
lightly under my breath at the last couple of words. Ben realized what I
had said and he started to face away from his mother, to snigger a little.

"What? Quoi?... Que c'est qui s'est passe?..." (What?...what happened?) she
cluelessly asked.

"Oh rien...rien...on s'est souvenu d'une blague, c'est tout!" (Oh
nothing...nothing...we just remembered a joke. That's all!) Ben said as he
winked his left eye at me.

Once again, a special thanks to Sharon for the editing job!!!

Encore une fois un remerciement special a Francois pour le "  betareading "
et pour corriger les textes francais !!!

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