Date: Sat, 9 May 2015 00:33:15 +1200 From: Finn Lewis Subject: Boy At The Window - 5 WARNING: This is a work of fiction. It did not happen. Enough said. It contains sexual acts between an adult male and a ten year old boy. If you do not wish to or shouldn't be reading it for whatever reason, then don't. But I can't stop you if you do – why else are you here? **FEEDBACK: I love to receive it and will endeavor to respond to anyone who takes the time to comment. Writing takes a lot of time and effort and the only `payment' is your feedback. So please let me know if you enjoyed it (or not), or if you have any suggestions then please let me know. If authors don't get feedback, they tend to stop writing. PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS – I tend to base my character's descriptions on photos I've found. If you're like me and you'd like to `see' Ben and put a face (and body) to the name you can do so here (non-pornographic and legal but suggestive); http://mdlboys.in/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/sonny-028-071.jpg COPYWRITE: Whatever – It's not like I'm going to stand up in court and proclaim ownership of this story. I only ask that you don't plagiarize any part of this story, and if you re-post it elsewhere then be sure to name me as the original author. DONATE: These stories are free but Nifty is not. Please consider donating here; http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html OTHER WORKS: Can be found at these links; New York Dreams (series) - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/new-york-dreams Birthday Surprise (one-off) - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/birthday-surprise I hope you enjoy – don't forget to email me J Boy at the window – Chapter V A BRAND NEW WEEK dawned as Finn rolled onto his back and stretched, rolling his shoulders and worked the ache from his body after a much needed ten hours of relieved sleep. He'd barely slept for two days straight living in a hellish nightmare of anxiety and terror, jumping every time the phone rang or at any little sound outside. He hadn't eaten a thing since Friday morning and he'd felt drained and weak when he fell into bed before it'd even gotten completely dark outside. It was Monday and the first light of the day was just beginning to seep in around the closed blinds. Finn could hear the sounds of the outside world waking up on what promised to be yet another scorching hot day and smiled, remembering the last two weeks following his meeting with Ben's principle and seeing Cory for the first time in the school's administration office. Like clockwork, Ben had shown up at his back door a few minutes after the bell rang on Monday and then again on Wednesday, eager to strip naked and taunt his smooth young body in front of Finn. On the first Monday, after Finn had sucked Ben's painfully stiff little spike to two very dry orgasms and then let the boy masturbate him until he came over his stomach and chest, Finn had shown the ten year old boy the contents of the package that had arrived for him. Ben's eyes had been like saucers as Finn explained what they were for and how they were used. His nervous excitement was palatable as he handed over each sex toy in turn starting with the smallest of three dildos, a slender four inches of rigid purple rubber with a blunt rounded end and ribbing along the narrow shaft. Finn handed him the six inch version next leaving the thick eight-incher in the box; he didn't want to scare the poor boy by showing him that one until he was ready for it. Seeing a naked ten year old boy holding two dildos in his small hands and intently examining the adult toys, Finn couldn't help but get hard again. Ben's fingers ran along the length of the ribbed surfaces as if he expected them to respond and looked up at Finn laying on his side beside him on the bed. He had his head propped up in his hand with the box between them and was slowly caressing Ben's bare chest with just his fingertips. "Are these really s'posed to go in my butt?" "Ah huh," Finn grinned. "To get you used to having something bigger in there." "Like your dick!" Ben had snickered teasingly. "Yeah, like my dick." Finn said chuckling at Ben's innocent enthusiasm and reached back into the box. "But you need to be a bit stretched back there first which is why I got these too." "What are they?" Ben asked furrowing his brows. Ranging in sizes they were much smaller than the dildos he held in his hands; shorter and shaped with a pointed end that widened to a thick center before abruptly narrowing again with a flared end. "They're called `Butt Plugs'," Finn said grinning. "You put them in for a few hours so you get stretched. You could even have one inside you when you go to school." Ben had asked if it would hurt putting them inside him and Finn answered honestly, telling him it would at first until he got used to it but that after a while it felt really good. He'd hesitantly asked Finn if they could try putting the smallest dildo in his butt and after being told `Next time', he'd pleaded with Finn until he gave in. Finn got up and found his tube of KY and then turned back to the naked ten year old boy looking back up at him with a nervous laugh. He smiled and pulled Ben by the ankles dragging his light weight body to the foot of the bed. He raised his legs and bent them at his knees with his feet planted wide on the edge of the mattress as Finn knelt down between them stroking his hands down his thighs before taking his hard little cock back into his mouth. It took longer than Finn would have expected and more than a few grunts and whimpers. He'd licked and sucked the boy's rock hard boner more as a distraction as he smeared KY into Ben's crack and massaged his fingers around the tight opening before pushing in. Ben was as tight as ever, his muscle clamping down as Finn curled upwards into the root of his small cock and probed for his tiny pea sized prostrate. Now that he knew where it was he homed in and grazed his finger over it, making Ben gasp and shudder and stretch his legs further apart. The taut tendons of his groin pulled tight and Finn let his penis slap down onto his navel and licked the smooth raised skin of his perineum just under the small rounded globe of his balls. Taking them both into his mouth Finn slowly slid his fingers in and out of Ben's tight hole careful not to push too deep or too fast and only pressing into his prostrate every third or fourth stroke. He didn't want Ben to climax just yet, not until he'd felt the width of the dildo stretching his virgin ring and sliding up into him. By the time Finn slid his fingers out they were slick and slimy with KY and Ben's own natural fluids which were quickly smeared around his small opening. Taking Ben's stiff penis back into his mouth Finn slid the blunted end up and down between his crack, pausing at the puckered lips of his anus for a few seconds and applying a little pressure. Over and over he repeated the same movement until finally Ben relaxed and his lips stretched with a half inch of the dildo penetrating his body. Pushing gently and with more patience than Finn thought possible he gained a fraction of an inch at a time as he sucked Ben's hard spear back and forth. He'd paused for a few minutes whenever Ben hissed and his face contorted in pain, and eventually Ben could take no more. Once again Finn's fingers replaced the dildo and found the small pea sized nub of Ben's prostrate a couple inches inside the hot confinement of his spongy anus. He'd toyed with Ben's tiny glans with his tongue and brought him to the edge of orgasm time and time again and fucked his finger in and out of his ass until he begged for him to `make him tingle'. He climaxed in Finn's mouth as he pressed into the boy's pleasure spot until he was exhausted and almost too tired to get up and head back to school. They'd only gotten about a third of it in him the first time. On Wednesday Finn had asked him to sing for him again and he got a withering look in response, but Ben had dutifully taken up position beside the baby grand and sung `Oh Holly Night' before dragging Finn to his bedroom giggling playfully. He'd ordered Finn to his knees and told him to suck his `doodle' and had slapped his hands away when he'd moved to undo his school trousers. "Leave my pants on... and no hands this time. Just your mouth." Ben had said looking down at Finn and unzipped himself leaving his school uniform on with the white shirt buttoned all the way to the collar and tie hanging loosely around his neck. He pulled his hard three and a half inch spear out through the gap in his trousers and pointed it at Finn's mouth. After his first orgasm he let Finn strip him naked and watched as the man pulled his clothes off and crawled up onto the bed with him. Ben sat at the head of the bed with his shoulder against the wall as Finn straddled his legs, his hands combing through his dirty blonde hair and pushed his hot throbbing head into the boy's open mouth. It took only minutes before Finn warned the ten year old boy he was about to come, but Ben just looked up at him with big saucer eyes and kept on sucking. He couldn't believe it, but he was going to cream in the boy's mouth and his orgasm hit with such intensity that he cried out in ecstasy as hot thick cum erupted from his cock. Ben had spat it out afterwards, letting Finn's semen dribble from his mouth and down onto his chest and stomach. "You're supposed to swallow it buddy." Finn said smiling as his cock slowly lost the rigidity of a few moments ago with the last vestiges of his cum oozing from his slit and mixing with that on Ben's stomach. He reached down and smeared it over the boy's smooth flat stomach massaging his cum slickened fingers over Ben's bald mound, around his erect penis and down to the tight wrinkled pouch underneath. They tried again with the four inch rubber dildo, and with Ben straddling Finn's waist and leaning over his body as he humped into his crotch, Finn had smeared KY around his ring and into his ass with his fingers. He told Ben to lay down on his chest and use his hands to spread his cheeks apart and he pushed in with the blunted end, gaining an inch into the ten year old's ass with a muffled whimper as Ben ground his crotch into Finn's stomach. He got almost half way inside before Ben climaxed, gasping and panting into Finn's neck as he shuddered with his legs outstretched and his toes curling into the comforter. They lay like that for a few minutes as Ben caught his breath and Finn gently eased the dildo out of his ass until it was time for Ben to go back to school. They got it all the way in on Friday. In the same position with Ben humping into Finn's stomach, his lower back arched and raising the hole of his anus to the purple ribbed dildo. He spread his cheeks again and Finn pushed in, breaching the outer lips of his ring and sinking into him a little easier than before. Ben's sphincter clamped down reflexively as the boy moaned either in plain or pleasure Finn couldn't tell, but within a few moments he felt the loosening of his ass and applied a little more pressure. Inch by inch it sank into the boy's tight virginal tube until his fingers were pushing the flattened end against his cheeks. "It's all the way in buddy," Finn whispered into his ear as Ben shook, moving with urgent thrusts and fucking his hard pecker into his stomach. With the rubber dildo all the way up inside him, Finn rolled Ben onto his back and slithered down his body between his legs and took his hard boyhood into his mouth. He used his thumb to gently apply a little more pressure on end of the dildo, moving it a half inch in and out as he vacuumed in his cheeks sucking up and down Ben's short length until he thrashed on the bed beneath him. Ben complained bitterly when Finn told him he'd have to wait until Tuesday before he came back again hoping to mitigate any suspicion by changing the days he disappeared during lunch. "But that's three whole days!" Ben whined as he stood in front of Finn sitting on the edge of the bed as he zipped and buttoned his school trousers for him. The boy giggled when he cupped his small bulge in his palm and gave it a little squeeze. "I know kiddo." Finn said. "Listen... I really like you Ben. Kind of a lot. And I wanna keep seeing you so we have to be careful okay? Nobody can find out about us doing sex stuff and one way to make sure they don't is to not always come on the same days." "I guess," Ben whispered. "I wish I could come here every day." Finn laughed. "Yeah, me too." In those two weeks Finn finished the rewrite of his novel, sometimes with Ben's help and insightful advice, relying on the reader to come to their own conclusion as to the lead protagonists motives and ultimate demise. His editor had already sent him a glowing review and had made comment on the change in his writing. She'd told him it was full of emotion and that he'd written it beautifully. All they were waiting on now was a release date and cover artwork, and confirmation of his promotional tour to New York where it would be released and an all-day book signing event. However, Finn's mind wasn't on his book. For two weeks he'd eagerly awaited his ten year old lover's arrival every other day and looked for any opportunity to do things that would make him happy. He brought him little gifts, nothing to arouse suspicion or invite unwanted questions as to where they came from, but a new X-box game or action hero toy would light up his face and have him bubbling with excitement. However, it was the signed LA Galaxy Adidas soccer ball that totally blew his socks off and had him jumping into Finn's arms and hugging him around his neck with his lips pressed firmly into his and soft small tongue darting forward into his mouth. He sang for him again and again in those weeks, changing from traditional choir hymns to chart topping pop artists like Tyler Swift, Rihanna and Sam Smith. Like the hymns, he sang them pitch perfect and crystal clear, his boy soprano voice leaving him speechless before dragging Finn to the couch and ordering him to take his clothes off. Ben was late getting to Finn's place on Tuesday. He tried explaining that it'd taken ages before he could slip away without Cory seeing, but Finn's tongue pushed passed his lips and he finally gave up as he was carried to the man's bedroom. He was naked in under a minute with the small protruding globe of his balls squashed against Finn's chin as he sucked him all the way into his mouth. Ben succumbed and lay back on the bed with his legs splayed wide. The sensation of Finn's hot wet mouth enveloping him was becoming more and more familiar and he luxuriated in the slow build up to orgasm. When he finally relaxed the thighs that were clamped around Finn's head after the tingling wet away, Ben sat up and commanded Finn onto his back and jumped on top of him but was told to turn around with his ass up by Finn's head and his own mouth over the man's crotch. "This is called the sixty-nine position," Finn said down to him. "Get it?" "Duh! I know... I'm ten remember." Finn laughed and reached out to the small four inch dildo and the KY on his bedside table. "Show me then." Finn prompted and Ben bent down and licked the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his swollen head before opening wide and taking half his length inside his hot welcoming mouth. Ben felt Finn's hands on his cheeks splitting them apart a moment before his tongue swiped across the puckered opening of his anus and he shuddered in delight. The shock of what Finn was doing was nothing compared to the incredible tingling of his tongue that made him squirm as it flicked and circled around the sensitive lips of his hole. Nothing had ever felt as good as Finn's tongue licking him there tracing around and around the taut ring and then the hot speared tip was inside him, tickling the soft fleshy walls of his anus that made it itch almost unbearably. Ben moaned and sighed, letting Finn's hard erection slip from his mouth and rested his forehead on the man's navel with his eyes closed to slits watching from between their bodies. He pushed back into the man's face and when Finn reached down to move his head back up to his swollen glans Ben hungrily opened wide and wrapped his lips under the ridge with his teeth nibbling just underneath. He moved back and forth over the bulbous head of Finn's prick and held on with one fist around the thick shaft at the base and pumped up and down keeping his lips locked around the flared ridge with his small tongue swirling around in circles. The bland, slightly salty taste of Finn's juice filled his mouth and he convinced himself that this time, this time he'd swallow his cum instead of spitting it out. But the thought of Finn's semen sliding down this throat was pushed to the back of his mind when he felt the man's speared tongue push into the tight ring of his anus again and again. With his thumbs either side stretching him wide open Ben felt it like a red hot poker and suddenly he longed for the tight filling pressure of the dildo when it was inside him. He pulled up from Finn's raging hard-on and pushed back into his face. "Can you do it with the thing again?" He asked. "You sure?" Finn's muffled voice answered as he dug his tongue into Ben's hot hole as deeply as he could before resting his head back onto the bed. The thought of Ben actually being able to take the dildo and maybe fucking the ten year old boy a lot sooner than he'd thought possible overrode any misgivings he had. He reached out to the box on the drawer and tipped it over, spilling its contents onto the bed and grabbed the rubber sex toy. With a lot of KY and much more restraint than Finn thought he possessed, Ben again took the entire four inch dildo and even begged him to push on the end like he had the last time. His ass was slick with spit and KY and his back was soaked in sweat after they'd gone as far as they could. They'd kept it there for more than half an hour, only easing it out after Finn had sucked Ben's harder-than-ever little rod from beneath as the boy went back down on his own raging cock. A few minutes after Ben's shuddering climax Finn lifted up into Ben's mouth and erupted in orgasmic release. He felt Ben's tongue move at the back of his throat and realized the ten year old had swallowed his seed as he kept slurping up and down with his lips tightly wrapped around his head. On Thursday Ben had taken one of the butt plugs with him after Finn made him promise to take it out and hide it somewhere safe as soon as he got home. They'd sucked each other off again on Finn's bed and Ben had crawled on top of him in what was obviously his favorite position. He slid his hard pecker back and forth humping into Finn's stomach with his head borrowed into his shoulder, his panting breath coming in stuttered gasps as Finn slowly pressed the thicker six inch dildo between his spread cheeks. After a few aborted attempts Finn switched to using his fingers for a while, twisting and turning, scissoring them apart and pulling the tight lips of his anus sideways to loosen the boy up before trying again with the dildo. He relented when Ben silently whimpered into his shoulder, and having gained only three of the thicker six inch dildo he thought of the butt plugs instead. They were just as thick but with a longer tapered tip they would be easier to gain entrance. With a little more KY it took almost no time at all before Ben's tight virgin hole was stuffed with a black rubber plug easily an inch in diameter and only the flat rounded end was visible between his smooth slippery cheeks. Finn came again as Ben humped his small penis back and forth into his stomach and coated the boy's crotch and lower belly in cum. Only a minute later the ten year old boy tensed as his own orgasm racked his tender young body. Ben's lunchtime visit on Friday had been particularly enjoyable. He'd taken the first step in actually getting to fuck Ben like he wanted to and Finn had felt jubilant, right up until they were discovered. Fear and anxiety had paralyzed Finn for the rest of the day, unable to think beyond prison and the wreak his life was about to become, not to mention the horrific interrogation Ben would be made to endure all in an effort to extract every sordid detail from him and send Finn away for the rest of his life. It was with a flood of emotion and relief when Ben had returned to his car, late on the following Sunday afternoon where Finn had been waiting for over almost two hours in the pouring rain. He told him that everything was okay, no one else would find out. Finn had gone back to Ben's school in the morning, first meeting with Ms. Schroder and following her down deserted corridors and being introduced to each class of boys one after the other. Finn had felt self-conscious for the first couple of classes thinking that his sexual desires would be plainly obvious to anyone who looked at him. He'd never been confronted by so many cute looking boys all at once and a fair number of them were very sexy indeed, aged between eight and twelve years old with their attention focused squarely on him. Some wore faces of mild boredom but most looked up to him with something akin to awe after Ms. Schroder introduced him as an International Best Selling author and citing his most recent novels. He down played his success with the same joke about having far too much free time to fantasize and create imaginary places in his mind. By the fourth or fifth class he was relaxed and sat on the edge of the teacher's desk as he outlined the competition and answered questions. "Can it be about anything we want?" One boy asked in a fifth grade class. "It's going to be for kids our age isn't it?" Another one asked in the seventh grade. "So we should think of something we'd want to read?" "Did you want us to include the background of the main characters? Do we need to outline each chapter or just do a summary of the plot?" That from a smarmy know-it-all eighth grader. But generally the questions they asked impressed Finn and he was reminded that the boys here were either from wealthy families or were particularly gifted, but it wasn't until he was finally sat on the desk in Ben's class that Finn wondered if his home life was as privileged as the other boys. Somehow he knew the answer without asking. Even with a cursory glance the differences were obvious to Finn; not just in the way he looked back at him with a knowing smile forming on his lips or the fact that just the sight of him made his heart pound in his chest and caused his penis to thicken involuntarily. It was the little things; the top button missing from his white shirt underneath his tie and the untidy hair hanging down over his eyes that looked like it hadn't been cut in months. But more than that, it was his unassuming presence and that he had absolutely no idea how wonderfully talented and gorgeous and sexy he really was. He never tried to pretend to be something he wasn't. "Do we have to do it on our own or can we do it in pairs?" Ben asked after putting his hand up and smiling at Finn. Finn automatically glanced at the boy sitting beside Ben knowing he was trying to rope Cory into helping him and getting his friend over to Finn's house. He'd recognized Cory from the school office when he came in with Ben two weeks ago, and as he outlined the completion to the room full of hot prepubescent boys, he found himself looking their way more and more often. Cory's face was cute in an elfin sort of way; his light brown hair was teased and hung loosely around his ears and neck, falling over his forehead and his skin seemed too smooth and perfect for a boy. He was almost pretty like a girl and not at all what Finn had expected. He had piercing hazel eyes that looked away when Finn held his stare for too long and a small rounded nose set above full, completely kissable lips. His face was angular and it reminded Finn of the pixies in just about any Peter Pan movie he'd ever seen. One look at him and Finn knew the ten year old boy was gay. It was surprising after what Ben had told him about Cory's reluctance to suck him off; Finn thought he looked like he'd jump at the chance to get his mouth around any boy's hard cock and get his tight wee toosh stuffed full of dick. "Umm... yeah sure." Finn said finally looking back at his young lover. "Two heads are always better than one." Ben smiled and Finn could see he was fighting back a laugh. He tried to fight it but his cock had a mind of its own. Sitting on the edge of the teacher's desk in a classroom full of ten and eleven year old boys Finn sprang a boner and he'd had to move the novel in his hand over his crotch to hide it. Taking quick glance in Ben's direction Finn could tell the boy knew by the smirk on his face and Finn stalled for time, repeating questions from the earlier classes until it was safe to stand. All throughout his visit to Ben's class Finn had seen the way Cory looked at Ben; it was puppy love no doubt but love non-the-less. He was besotted by Ben, it was as simple as that. With a last glance and smile at Ben, Finn followed Ms. Schroder out of his classroom as the lunch bell rang and after setting an appointment the following week to look over the entries, Finn bade her farewell and raced home thinking Ben would have probably beaten him there. He wasn't wrong. Finn fast-walked the long way to his house rather than the shorter route that Ben would use and as soon as he closed the front door behind him and hurried into the living room he saw him standing there on the patio outside waiting. With his school jacket open and his bag hanging from a shoulder, Ben's face beamed when he saw Finn and stepped back as he unlocked and opened the door. "Hey Benny-boy." "Hi." Ben smiled and looked back at him with a knowing grin. His eyes were bright and full of life and for a brief moment Finn felt as though the whole world could come crashing down and he wouldn't give a damn so long as Ben's face was the last thing he saw. He felt a hollow pain in his chest and realized just how much the young ten year old boy meant to him though he'd only met him for the first time less than three weeks ago. He had something to tell Ben today too: he'd talked to Luke, his friend and sometimes lover who worked for a recording studio to convince one of their directors into making a music video of Ben, complete with dancers and special effects and multiple locations. Of course Finn would be footing the bill which would likely run into the tens of thousands of dollars, but it was worth it. Finn hadn't told Ben yet just in case it fell through but he'd gotten the word just yesterday that it was all set so he planned on breaking the news to him today, right after they'd had a little fun first. "Come here sexy monkey." Finn said pulling Ben close with his hands around his slender waist. He breathed in the sweet smell of boy and kissed him, his tongue licking across Ben's lips silently seeking entry into the soft wet warmth of his mouth. Ben giggled and squirmed against him as his bag fell off his shoulder and landed heavily on the wooden patio deck behind him. He'd thought of nothing else all morning and had to keep pulling the front of his underwear out to relieve the chafing of his small erect penis. His foreskin kept retracting back as his glans swelled every time he thought about Finn coming to his school. Nobody else knew what they did together and it sent a thrill up his spine when he thought about the secret they shared. He hadn't been able to concentrate on anything else and almost got into trouble, barely avoiding being held back during lunch, but when he'd seen Finn in his class room he absolutely could not wait until the lunch bell rang. Cory had noticed him pulling at the front of his trousers and had looked at him with a knowing smirk. Ben felt bad but he'd had to ditch Cory when they were let out for lunch. As they'd approached the cafeteria he'd hung back a few meters behind him and when he wasn't looking, Ben had darted away and shot down the corridor heading for Finn's house. "Did you get a stiffy in my class today?" Ben asked giggling as Finn walked backwards into his house pulling him by the hands. Finn grinned. "Maybe... Why? Did you?" He slid his hands inside Ben's open blazer and reached down to hold him around his narrow waist. Ben nodded his head and smirked with a coy grin as he looked up at Finn. God he was so fucking cute. His sapphire blue eyes shone brightly surrounded by the longest lashes Finn had ever seen on a boy and his soft smooth skin was flushed with excitement. A light smattering of freckles dotted the bridge of his small nose and his lips were full and inviting. "Yeah. Was it `cos of me?" He giggled again when Finn's lips lightly touched his mouth. Finn kissed him tenderly, pausing with his lips slightly parted and brushed over them with their noses rubbing against each other's as he spoke. ""Who else would it be?" He shrugged and smiled with Finn's lips still on his mouth. "Mmmm... Cory?" Ben giggled again. "Or maybe Ms. Schroder?" Finn laughed. "Definitely wasn't Ms. Schroder. Could'a been Cory though... He's cute huh? I think he'd like to be doing this with you right now." What he didn't say was that he thought Cory was very fucking sexy, but in a totally different way than Ben. To Finn, he had the look of a gay-boy-in-the-making. Not effeminate, but definitely a little girly-boy in both personality and his facial features. He had high cheek bones and a narrow face that made him look pretty rather than handsome. If Ben was gay he couldn't have picked a better best friend to play around with. Ben pulled his head back then with a curious expression. "Huh? He only did it `cos I made him." Finn smiled and ran his hands up Ben's sides underneath his blazer and eased it off his shoulders. "I don't think so buddy." Finn said as Ben wormed his arms free and the heavy jacket fell to the floor somewhere between the door and couch. "I think he likes you more than he's letting on." "No he doesn't," Ben said frowning but he couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice wondering if was true. "He never wants to do stuff with me." "Yes he does mate..." Finn said and then lent in to whisper in his ear. "I can spot a hot little gay boy a mile off." Ben knew he was talking about him as well as Cory and his heart thumped in his chest a little faster. He didn't know what to think. He could feel the hot warmth of Finn's erection against his stomach and his own doodle was as hard as he could ever remember it being. He wanted Finn to suck it again and put his fingers in his hole like he had before, and he really wanted to try again with the bigger dildo this times. It felt so good when he did that; it made him want Finn to fuck him like he'd seen guys do on the internet. He wanted to get fucked, but more than anything else he wanted to do it all with Cory and even have sex with his best friend. He wanted to `do it' with Cory so bad it hurt sometimes when he thought about it. "You really think he's gay too and he likes me?" *`Too'? Was Ben finally admitting to what Finn already knew?* "What's not to like? You're a sexy little monkey." Ben jumped then when Finn cupped his hard penis in his palm and giggled. When Finn lent down and kissed him he opened his mouth with his head tilted back and moaned, pressing his crotch against the man's thighs and rubbing himself against it. He clenched his cheeks together when Finn's hands moved to his ass and dug his fingers in as he effortlessly lifted him up into a warm embrace. Ben winched as the thick rubber plug he'd forced into his hole that morning pushed deeper into him as Finn picked him up. He'd been constantly aware of it and it'd kept him in an almost permanent state of arousal all morning and he couldn't wait until Finn saw it. Ben's legs automatically wrapped around Finn's waist and his arms locked together behind his head holding on tight as they kissed and felt the pull around his neck as his school tie was yanked free through his collar. His tongue was sucked into Finn's mouth and he could taste chocolate on his saliva. His face pressed firmly against Finn's as the man wrapped his arms around him in a bear hug, his small body hot with nervous desire and his heart racing like a jackhammer. Suddenly Finn pulled away looking over Ben's shoulder. A momentary glimpse of maroon out by the garden shed had caught his eye, but in the short time it took him to pull away from Ben's hot inviting mouth, it was gone. He kept looking for a few seconds scanning the trees and the side of the shed but he saw nothing, no sign of movement or color and wondered if it was just his over active imagination. Ben twisted in Finn's arms and craned his head to look over his shoulder. "What's wrong?" There was a slight tinge of panic in his voice and it was raised an octave or two. Seeing nothing he turned back to Finn and with one arm holding on around his neck, he wiped their shared saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Noth'n. Just thought I saw something." Finn said turning his attention back to the hot and horny little ten year old boy in his arms and whispered into his ear. "Wanna go to my bedroom so I can do bad things with you?" A shy smile, a giggle and a slight nod of his head was all the answer Finn needed. The look in his eyes conveyed more than words ever could. "Yeah." Ben swallowed and licked his lips. Lips that were like a cupid's bow, red and shining, wet with his spit and full of mischief. There was a thud as Ben pried off a shoe with his foot and it fell to the floor behind him, and then another as Finn carried the ten year old boy down the hallway towards his bedroom. *** Emerging unseen from the thicket of trees, a silent figure crept under the low hanging branches at the edge of the property. As quietly as he could and with his heart pounding in his chest, Cory trod softly over dead leaves and twigs towards the old garden shed expecting to find Ben there. This was where he'd done it to Ben for the first time, kneeling down in front of him and taken his dick into his mouth. He'd been so afraid Ben would think he was a fag and stop being his friend even though they'd jacked each other off often enough and Ben had sucked his dick four times. Ben wasn't like him, he thought. He was way too popular and cool to like Cory the same way he liked Ben. He was on the school swim team, he was like the star in the choir and he loved baseball and he was good at all of it. Sometimes he didn't know why Ben wanted to be his friend because he couldn't do any of the things Ben could do. The only thing they were both good at was singing in the school choir but even in that Ben was better at it than he was. When Ben asked if he wanted him to suck his dick Cory still didn't think it was because he liked him `like that', and even after Ben had done it to him four times it never occurred to him that Ben was doing it because he wanted to, or that he enjoyed it. He was the one that was gay, not Ben. Out of fear and embarrassment Cory always said no and shook his head whenever Ben asked him to suck his. And then without any real thought or conscious decision, the `no' became a `yes' and they'd come here, behind this garden shed and he'd sucked Ben's dick. It hadn't been anything like he'd imagined it would be. It was so much better. It didn't taste like piss or smell bad or anything and in fact Ben's dick had tasted just like when he sucked his thumb pretending it was Ben's dick. And it was hot too! He hadn't been very good, he knew that, but Ben didn't complain even though Cory had scraped his teeth a couple of times and he'd been so happy for just a few minutes. He was in love with Ben but as soon as it was over the dread returned and couldn't look his friend in the eyes. For two weeks he fought against the desires welling up inside him to do it again, shaking his head and uttering the word `no' time and time again until he finally have up asking. His young mind was in turmoil; he wanted to so badly it hurt, but the fear of what would happen if Ben knew he was gay kept him from saying yes every single time he asked. Almost as if to prove Cory's thoughts, Ben started disappearing at lunch times and after realizing his best friend hadn't followed him into the cafeteria, Cory had gone looking for him. He saw him just as Ben disappeared into the tree-line bordering the school playing field and he knew he was going back to the old shed in someone's back yard. Cory's repressed sexual desires had surged and he felt his penis stiffen in response. He hesitated for only a few seconds, fighting the conflicting emotions within and trying to dispel the urgent need to see Ben's hard dick again and suck it like he'd done only once before. The memory played over and over again in his mind every time he looked at Ben and sometimes he almost couldn't breathe and his heart would beat so hard in his chest he thought it was going to explode. At night in the privacy of his own room when he was supposed to be going to sleep, he'd lain naked on his bed with a bottle of baby oil he'd stolen from his brother's crib and slathered it over his crotch and between his ass cheeks. Thinking of Ben, Cory took hold of his penis with two fingers and thumb slowly stroking up and down as he pulled his legs back imagining his best friend naked and kneeling over him. His fingers found the tight band of his virginal anus and easily slid inside. After so many nights fantasizing about Ben fucking him it took only a slight pressure to breach the barrier and sink his finger in as far as he could reach. With his balls and hard little penis slick with oil Cory rolled the palm of his hand over his sensitive glans, grasped at his shriveled sac and clawed at his thighs as he fucked himself with his fingers digging as deep into his ass as he could get them. Lost in self-gratification he alternated his positions; from laying on his back with his legs held to his chest to kneeling with his head on the bed looking back under his body, tugging on his hard dick as he reached around and fingered himself. In every fantasy the image of Ben either fucking him or thrusting his penis into Cory's mouth was ever present and his dick got so hard it felt like steel. He knew it meant he was gay and in those moments he didn't care, but in the harsh reality of day he couldn't bring himself to tell Ben what he really wanted. Finally he moved; following Ben through the thick trees bordering the playing field a couple minutes later hoping to find him in their special spot. Confusion reigned for a few seconds when he didn't find him there until voices drew his attention towards the house. What he saw rooted to him the ground, watching in disbelief as his best friend *kissed* someone inside. Like a freight train hitting him head on, Cory's body physically jolted at what he was seeing. Mr. Lewis, the author that had been at their school this morning was kissing Ben! His best friend's jacket dropped to the floor and he could see the man's hands on Ben's waist and they were still kissing! It looked like they were eating each other's faces but he was too far away to see anything more, and definitely too far away to hear what they were saying even though he could tell they were talking. And then the man lifted Ben up and kissed him again. An empty hollow formed in the pit of Cory's stomach and his heart ached. The breath was forced from his lungs as his chest tightened in anguish and his face contorted with emotion as the realization hit him; that Ben had been doing everything Cory had dreamed of doing with him with someone else. And not just anybody else, but with a man! He felt faint and stumbled to the side of the shed, out of sight of Ben's betrayal and slid down with his back against the decrepit shed with his knees pulled up to his chin and arms wrapped around them. Cory sniffed and wiped away tears with his hand as he peered around the corner just in time to see them disappear into the hallway with the man's back to him and Ben's legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He sat there, the minutes passing unnoticed with his back against the garden shed as the tears streamed down his face. Oblivious to the dampness seeping into the seat of his school trousers from the moist grass below him, Cory tried to make sense of what he'd seen and refusing to believe Ben would want to do what they'd done together with a grown up. He was old enough to be one of their teachers or even his own Dad! Fresh tears welled up and spilled over his flushed cheeks as he thought of his father and he couldn't hold them back. For as long as he could remember Ben had always been there, comforting him and sharing the pain of his father's uncaring comments or the callus dismissal of a son he barely acknowledged. Cory knew he wasn't the son his father wanted even though he did everything he could to win his love, but the simple truth was that he could never be the boy his Dad wanted him to be. He couldn't help it if he didn't like camping or fishing could he? It wasn't his fault! But his Dad always looked at him as if he was disappointed in him for being who he was and always told him to `stop being such a girl!' Ben understood him. He was his best friend. That's why he hurt so much now. He was doing the sex stuff with Mr. Lewis inside his house that Cory wanted to do with him. Slowly his pain started to turn to anger, at Ben's betrayal and abandonment, at the loathing his Dad seemed to have towards him and at the man inside the house until his fists clenched, his knuckles turning white and he wiped away his tears with a defiant gesture. *Fuck him!* Cory held back new tears. *He never liked me. Not really. My own Dad doesn't like me so why should he?* As his anger and resentment grew, five minutes turned to ten and then twenty before he finally pulled himself up onto shaking legs. Cory was torn with indecision; could he simply go back to school and try and forget what he'd seen or wait for Ben to come out again and confront him? If he left now he knew he`d never talk to Ben again and his best friend would have no idea why. It'd hurt him. It'd hurt him a lot. *Good!* Cory thought silently. Then a chilling thought descended on him like a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach: *What if I killed myself and left a note saying it was his fault? He'd feel real bad then!* But he knew he wouldn't. He didn't actually want to die but he didn't want to lose Ben either. Despite the anger and betrayal he felt, there was also a deep rooted curiosity to know what they were doing and to see it with his own eyes. But it was Ben's muted scream that compelled Cory to crept from behind the shed and quietly approach the house, keeping to the grass and making as little noise as possible. He reached the patio and made his way around the side towards the windows in the direction he'd seen Ben and Mr. Lewis go. There were three windows along the side of the house, one frosted that Cory assumed to be a bathroom. With dread he peered into the first and saw a sparsely furnished bedroom, empty except for a vacant double bed and chest of drawers. His relief was palatable and the urge to run and hide away forever threatened to take hold, yet he moved passed the frosted glass and inched closer towards the last window. Every sound except the pounding of his own heart ceased in the seconds after he peeked his eyes around the edge of the window and looked inside. A high pitched ringing in his ears grew in volume until it consumed him and his vision blurred as fresh tears spilled over and fell to the ground unnoticed. His face contorted in pain with the sudden realization of what he saw. From behind them, all Cory could see was the small glistening mounds of Ben's upturned cheeks with his fingers digging into flesh as he split them apart. Although the rest of Ben was hidden from view by the man's body, he could see his legs were drawn up to his shoulders with his knees bent over strong arms at the elbows whose hands were placed flat on the bed beside Ben's chest. Ben was almost bent in half and Cory stared spellbound at an adult man's engorged penis for the first time in his life. His huge balls hung low between his legs as he hovered over the much smaller boy beneath him and his wet slippery cock looked obscene and threatening as it slid up and down between Ben's crack. He caught a glimpse of crimson flesh before the hole was filled with the man's glans and he staggered back. He was fucking Ben! Cory's first thought was that it was impossible, that he hadn't really seen it go in. He stepped back to the window and looked again, only this time Ben's hand was between them jacking the man's dick and Cory couldn't tell if it was inside his best friend or not. Nothing could have prepared Cory for the frantic movements that followed or the creamy white fluid that ran down between Ben's cheeks and onto the bedspread beneath him. It was too much to bear all at once and he felt bile rising up the back of his throat. He wanted to scream! Anything to ease the pain and the ringing in his ears. Without thinking he fumbled around with his hands until he grasped hold of something hard and heavy and walked backwards a few steps. He felt dizzy and stumbled, catching himself before hitting the ground and sat there for what seemed like an eternity trying to make sense of what he'd seen. The world swayed around him in a hazy fog before crystallizing into perfect clarity. Standing up on shaky legs and without thought he wound his arm back and threw the rock as hard as he could through the glass and heard it shatter into a million pieces. He dropped to his knees and sat between his legs as his body suddenly heaved, his face streaking with tears and his bloodshot eyes clenched tightly closed. He never saw the panic stricken faces looking out at him or the plaintive grief filled cry from Ben. Maybe a minute passed until the back door swung open and he looked up to see Ben and Mr. Lewis emerge. While the man stopped half way down the patio, Ben ran forward with his shirt tail flapping behind him. *** By the time Finn had pushed open his bedroom door with his shoulder, both he and Ben were breathing heavily through their noses as the boy clung on and pressed his open mouth into Finn's. It was hard to believe that in the few short weeks since they'd first met Ben had lost all his inhibitions, shedding the clock of innocence like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and discovering the illicit pleasures of sex. He'd learnt to use his tongue and press his body against Finn's as they kissed, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him even deeper into his hot sweet tasting mouth. With Ben's legs firmly gripped around his hips Finn's hands were free to roam the boy's body. He stroked down the small slender flanks of Ben's sides and balled the white cotton of his shirt into his fists, pulling it out of his trousers and let it hang loosely over his ass. Finn yearned to feel Ben's warm bare skin under his hands and forced his arms between them reaching up to Ben's buttons. He snapped them open one at a time as he walked them over to the large king sized bed until his hands were in the boy's crotch and hurriedly pried apart the last one. Finally Ben broke their kiss and looked over his shoulder panting, his chest heaving and his face flushed with excitement. The smooth soft skin of Ben's throat was exposed between the open V of his shirt and as he pulled back Finn lent in and kissed him there, salivating over his tender flesh and licking along his jaw back to his lips. He held the boy with one hand behind his back and with the other he traced a finger down the center of his young smooth chest and parted the open shirt to reveal his incredibly sexy prepubescent body. The tight folds of skin that creased Ben's stomach stretched and became taut as Finn knelt on the bed and lowered the boy onto his back, following him with his mouth on his lips and Ben's legs still gripping him tightly around his waist. He held himself up on one elbow with an arm under Ben's shoulder and stroked down his flank to the boy's hip. Ben relaxed into the bed and let his legs fall from around Finn's waist as the man settled his weight down onto him between his thighs. Finn could feel the hard spike of Ben's rigid cock poking into his navel and pressed down onto it. He lifted up from Ben's mouth and licked his lips tasting the boy's saliva. "What's that I can feel?" Finn asked pretending confusion as he wriggled on top of the ten year old boy. "My dick!" Ben shouted gleefully. "It's hard already." "No kidding. It feels like it's gonna rip right through your trousers." Finn purposefully moved up and ground his own aching cock into Ben's crotch pushing the boy's ass into the bed. Ben gasped with his mouth open and then clenched his teeth together making Finn lift back off him and look down with concern. "What's wrong buddy?" Ben breathed out in relief. "You were pushing the thing deeper in my butt." "The thing?" Finn questioned and then realized what Ben meant. "You mean the plug? Fucking hell Ben..." He laughed. "You wore it to school?" "Uh huh..." Ben smiled showing off the whites of his teeth. "Shit boyo, what if you had an accident or you had P.E or something." But Finn couldn't keep the awe out of his voice and Ben could tell he wasn't really mad. "I don't have P.E today. I thought it'd make it easier so you could try the bigger dildo in me again." God! It was hard to believe Ben was only ten years old and asking Finn to try and shove a six inch dildo up his ass. If he could get it in he'd be one step closer to fucking the preteen boy. He brushed the loose curls of dirty blonde hair from Ben's forehead and eyes with his finger and stroked his face, kissing his nose and licking across his juicy sweet tasting lips. "It might. You sure you wanna try again?" Finn asked and reached out to pull the larger six inch dildo from his drawer and placed it on the bed beside them. Ben nodded his head. "But only after you suck me for a really, really long time." "Suck mine first." Finn teased as he tried gain entrance to his mouth with his tongue. "No me!" Ben giggled and tried to turn his head away from Finn's kiss. "What if you suck mine and I suck yours at the same time like we did last week?" "Sure. You wanna be on top so I can lick your bum too?" The look on Ben's face was priceless. His tongue lolled out like a dog over lips that were wet and glossy with his mouth open and eyes half closed as he moved his head up and down. "You need to take my pants off." "I will buddy, don't worry about that. I've wanted to get your pants off all day!" Finn breathed into his mouth and licked his wet spongy tongue. "So take them off then." Ben said pushing up on Finn with his hands. "Take yours off too." Finn rose onto his knees between Ben's legs with one arm still holding himself up over the boy and ran a hand down the supple skin of his chest and stomach. The prominent lump in Ben's trousers was enough to draw his hand downwards and grope hard boy cock through the thin material. It was easy to unsnap the button and pull the zipper down over his hard erection while he fondled the boy and traced the length of his hard three and a half inch Popsicle. "You got a great cock Ben." He said as he let go and pulled his t-shirt over his head and then undid his jeans. With Ben watching Finn slipped off the end of the bed and stood, pushing both trousers and briefs down at the same time freeing his dripping wet hard-on and kicked them off into a corner. The boy licked his lips and swallowed staring at Finn's organ and the hanging balls beneath. Unlike the men on the gay porn videos he'd watched, Finn's pubic hair was trimmed and short and his balls were as smooth as his were. He lifted his own hips up off the bed and pushed his school trousers and `Ironman' boxer briefs down to his ankles and held his feet up to Finn for him to pull them off. Finn dropped his pants and small white ankle socks on the floor and gazed down longingly at the nearly naked boy. With his legs splayed wide Finn's eyes roamed longingly over his smooth young body. His bald flat pubis, free of even the tiniest hint of downy hair beckoned to him to be licked and caressed with his tongue, the `V' of his abdomen pointing the way and ending at the stiff three and a half inch spear of his sex. It angled upward, hovering over his pubis and pulsed with Ben's heartbeat with the skin stretched taut, a creamy white prong of perfect boyhood that sprouted from the crisscrossed sac of his balls. Finn could actually make out the small marbles of his testicles protruding from the tight wrinkled skin. They were no larger than a couple of jellybeans and as he watched, Ben slowly traced his fingertips down to his thighs and back up to his erection. He took it between his fingers and thumb and pulled down, pealing the skin back revealing the glossy lavender colored glans and pointed it up at Finn. With his body trembling with desire Finn finally tore his eyes away and looked up at Ben's lust filled face. "Who's a horny little monkey then huh?" He reached down and pulled Ben towards him by the ankles until his ass was at the edge of the bed. Ben giggled as he lifted his feet onto the bed and let his knees fall to the sides opening himself up for Finn. "Me! I want you to make me OR-GAS-IM." As his legs came apart with his knees raised, Ben's cheeks lifted off the bed slightly and Finn could see the black base of the butt plug buried in his anus. The flat flared end was wedged tightly between his cheeks with the full thickness of it stretching the muscles of his opening and Finn's excitement simply exploded. *Oh. My. Fucking. God!* Finn knew it wasn't as thick as his own cock, but it wasn't far off at its widest point and Ben had it shoved deep in his ass. And he'd been wearing it half the frick'n day! Finn placed his hands on Ben's knees and stroked up his creamy soft thighs as he knelt on the floor between them. "Oh I'll make you orgasm alright kiddo. Just don't blame me when I make a mess all over you." He said and scratched a fingernail down the tight corrugated skin of the boy's hairless sac. "You won't if you do it in my mouth." Ben said grinning down at him with his head raised up to see between his legs. "God you're a sexy little tease aren't you?" Finn laughed as he gave the hard three and a half inch prong a flick and watched it bounce up and down. "Maybe I want to put it somewhere else." Ben's eyes grew wide as saucers. "Are you gonna fuck me?" He asked in a whisper. "I dunno." Finn answered. "Can I try? You might be stretched enough with this thing in there all day." He pressed in on the end of the plug in Ben's ass and looked up when he heard a sharp intake of breath. "If you wanted to." Ben said after a couple seconds. "It feels good when it moves around." Finn lent in and gave the boy's small glans a wet sloppy lick before moving up over Ben's prone body with his knees between his legs on the edge of the bed. "Yeah? Do you want my cock inside you moving in and out?" *Fuck he loved talking dirty to the ten year old boy.* He kissed a tiny nipple and held the point between his teeth while keeping his eyes on Ben's. He nodded his head and licked his lips. He couldn't believe he was actually going to fuck him. Well, he was going to at least try. He'd thought it'd take weeks before Ben was willing to try it and even then he didn't know if he could. Of course Finn had read his fair share of jack-off stories on Nifty but he took them all with a grain of salt, not really believing that preteen boys actually enjoyed getting fucked. He let go of the hard nub between his teeth and licked a snail trail across the supple prepubescent skin of his developing chest to the other one and swirled his tongue around it. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" He asked as he reached up and kissed his soft wet lips. "Uh huh," Ben breathed into his mouth. His breath was hot and sweet and as Finn covered his mouth and pushed his tongue inside the ten year old boy moaned and wrapped his legs around Finn's body. His feet locked together with his ankles crossed behind Finn's back and pulled him down, kissing the man back with his mouth wide open and jaw working back in forth as their saliva churned between them. Without warning Finn rolled off Ben's body and pulled him over to lie on top of him amid flailing arms and legs and a high pitched giggling scream. The boy's body was so light and slender and Finn roamed his hands down his back under the white shirt that had fallen off his shoulders and hung loosely from his arms. He traced along the bumps of his spine and massaged his fingers into the soft mounds of Ben's cheeks before reaching back up to his shoulders with his arms under Ben's pits and hugged him close. Craning his head up Finn nuzzled into Ben's exposed throat licking the tip of his tongue across the succulent sweetness of his skin. "Turn around babe so we can do each other." Finn whispered into Ben's ear. His steel hard cock drooled a steady stream and his balls ached with desire to feel the hot embrace of Ben's spongy tongue and the silken glove of his wet lips envelope him. Ben jumped up and swung his legs over Finn's body, barely missing kneeing him in the face and dropped back down with his thighs spread wide either side of his head and the soft cushion of his balls squashing down onto his chin. His aim was off by a few inches but it afforded Finn with a magnificent view, gazing up at the tantalizing smoothness of his perineum that curved inwards and became the sharp V of his crack bulging out around the black rubber of the plug embedded deep in his anus. Finn's slid his hands down Ben's back, reaching up around his sides from underneath with the boy's legs holding his upper arms firmly against his chest and traced the bony lumps of his vertebra until his fingers dipped into the shallow depression of his crack. He hugged him tightly and cupped his cheeks in his palms, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of his buttocks and lightly ticked around the flat end of the plug speared into him. Little dimples formed as Ben clenched his cheeks when Finn pried them apart and inhaled the aroma emanating from his crotch and ass and felt the boy's wet lips surround his straining glans. He groaned in pleasure then and licked his tongue up from the base of Ben's tight scrotum to the stretched ring of his hole circling the plug. "Oh God yeah..." He moaned as Ben's mouth closed over his slimy head and descended a couple inched down his throbbing shaft. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations for as long as his willpower held out. For a few moments the softness of Ben's wet and slippery lips gliding up and down half his length and the spongy cushion of his tongue overwhelmed him. His warm breath came in short rapid pants and cascaded over Finn's balls and thighs sending chills all along his body as gooseflesh formed on his skin. From somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized then what Jay had felt when the nine year old Finn had sucked on his adult cock so many times. *This is what it felt like to him,* he thought. And then he realized that Ben was probably feeling exactly the way Finn had when Jay had sucked him and eaten his ass. *Or at least he would be if I was actually doing it!* Finn opened his eyes and pulled Ben's crotch down into his face, licking his tongue along the smooth patch of silken skin between his balls and crack and wedged his nose into the deep crevasse of his ass just below the plug. The urgent need to sample Ben's young sweet hole with his tongue was overpowering and he cautiously reached back, pinching the flat rounded end of the plug with his fingertips and gave it a little tug. Ben's muscles held it so firmly in place it hardly budged at all as he pried his fingers between the flattened end and the boy's cheeks and pulled. Ben grunted around Finn's cock in his mouth and lifted his head up, first looking down between them and then twisting his body to look back around his shoulder at Finn. "Owww..." He hissed and pushed is ass back to stop the sudden pulling of the plug. "Sorry baby," Finn said as he eased the backward pressure. "Try and relax and push so I can take it out." The weight of the boy's body pressed down on Finn's and his legs stretched out straight above his head as he relaxed, taking his cock back into his mouth and begun slurping up and down on it once more with his fist around his shaft at the base pumping slowly in time with his lips. Finn again gripped the end and gently pulled, eliciting a low moan from Ben's throat that vibrated on his shaft and tingled the root of his penis. The short bulbous plug slowly withdrew with the taut band of the boy's lips curling outward, stretching painfully as the thickest part of the sex toy pushed through. With a sucking squelch and the strong scent of his bowels invading Finn's nostrils, the plug slipped free. Ben's gaping anus contracted slightly a mere four inches from Finn's eyes and he stared transfixed at the wide open hole, the crimson of his inner flesh and the puffy distended lips beckoning for his mouth and tongue. Unbridled lust took over and Finn dropped the warm slick plug before gripping Ben's cheeks and split his ass apart with both thumbs pulling at the band of his ring and lifted his face up to meet it. The taste of his ass was intoxicating; a slightly metallic tang at the core combined with the musky flavour of his sweat and acrid juices of his bowels. Finn's tongue darted forward and skewered into Ben's hole with a shudder, a whimper from below as he fucked it in and out as fast as he could. The boy's body trembled and his mouth came away from Finn's cock, his back arching and pushing his ass into his face wanting more. "Nghhhhh..." Ben moaned in ecstasy. "Shit... Finn." Hearing the young boy call his name while in the throes of sexual ecstasy fueled Finn's lust-filled yearning. His tongue swirled and circled, probed and flicked back and forth with the constant sound of Ben's sweet high pitched voice singing out in pleasure. Over and over again he heard two barely discernible words from the incoherent boy. "Finger... Suck... Finger" Their meanings were unmistakable; he wanted Finn's fingers inside him and his cock in his mouth. Sliding the thickest of his fingers down from Ben's back and into the valley of his cheeks under his mouth, Finn curled it into the boy's hole and pushed in up to the second knuckle without pause. It was hot inside him. And tighter than he expected after pulling the plug out and it felt so fucking good to worm his finger around and press against the moist sloppy walls of the boy's rectum. "Fuuuu... Oh man!" Ben whimpered in a stuttering breath as Finn found the small pea sized gland and scooped his hard little cock into his mouth from beneath. The boy's penis was bone stiff and felt like there was an actual bone at its center yet the flesh covering it was so soft and tender and moved with his lips as he slurped up and down on the hot spear. The small size of his preteen dick afforded ample room for Finn's tongue to swirl over and flick the tiny head, hold it against the roof of his mouth and embrace it within his sucking lips. His head rolled up and down on the mattress between Ben's creamy smooth thighs, tilting back to take him in and let the boy fuck himself at both ends, up onto his finger and then down again into his mouth. Small hands squeezed at the base of Finn's raging cock but remained still, his mouth frustratingly absent as the young ten year old boy grappled with his own building orgasm. It struck suddenly; one moment Ben was bouncing up and down into Finn's mouth, his buttocks clenching with each thrust and his bowels loose around the man's invading finger. All at once his slender body tensed, seemingly every inch of him pressing onto Finn, his thighs tightening around his face and strangling the finger buried deep in his ass like a vice. Ben's crotch slammed down with his balls mashing into Finn's nose and spasming rod thrust deeply in the wet embracing warmth of his mouth. "Fuuuuuuuuuck..." Ben moaned hoarsely. The coarse obscenity, so seldom heard from Ben conveyed more in a single word and was like poetry in Finn's ears. He drove his finger deeper into the boy's hole and twisted, angling down into his scrotum and with his thumb pressing up from the outside into the root of his small thin shaft he compressed the tiny nub of his prostrate. Ben shuddered and jerked, his hairless balls pulling up and contracting into his body as his immature spear strove to ejaculate non-existent semen into his mouth as the wave of climax pulsed through him with unrelenting force. Ben cried out in agonized pleasure, his voice sounding like a wounded animal as the high of orgasm faded and his quivering body slowly relaxed over Finn's and settling down onto him with his throbbing dick still held firmly within his mouth. There was a bitter taste on his tongue, slightly sweet and divine and Finn realized with a start that the boy had produced a little watery pre-cum at his peak. His first, and it belonged to Finn now. It was a part of him, given to him by his ten year old lover. He eased Ben's crotch up off his face with his hands under his hips and tried to look down between them at the boy's face. "Ben..." Finn whispered. "I think you just squirted a little in my mouth." "Huh?" Ben replied panting. He sounded tired, almost sleepy. "You just shot your first juice buddy." He knew it wasn't really, just a tiny drop of clear watery fluid that wouldn't carry anything more for another two or three years but there was no harm in boosting the kid's ego. "What? For real?" Ben said excitedly as he rolled off Finn to sit bent over with his legs crossed Indian style and fingered the tip of his softening dick. He probed the tiny slit for evidence of his emission and looked back up at Finn, his bright sapphire eyes smiling. "Get it wet enough?" He asked sarcastically. "How could you tell I juiced?" "Because I tasted it." Finn said. "Just a little, but it was there." "Kwel. Did I taste gooooood?" "Like honey." Ben grinned back at him fiddling with his wilting dick. He had a concentrated look on his face as if he were trying to form a question but couldn't find the words. Finn let the silence linger for a few seconds before cocking his head to one side. "What is it *honey*?" The boy giggled at the new nickname. "Nothing." He said lowering his head but kept his eyes on Finn. "Tell me. What were you gonna ask?" Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly Ben toyed with the skin bunched up behind his small glans and rolled it back and forth over the tip. "Are you... Umm... I mean, did you wanna... ya know?" "You know... What?" Finn asked. "Put your thing in..." Ben pointed his finger behind his back to his ass. "Ya know." "Fuck you?" Finn replied in as calm a voice as he could manage. God he wanted to so bad. "Do you want me to?" Ben shrugged as if he was shy all of a sudden but Finn saw the desire in his eyes. Was it even possible for a ten year old to have a desire to get fucked in the ass? "If you wanted." He reached out to Ben's arm and gripped a thin bicep, pulling the boy down with his body draped half over his with his chin coming to rest on Finn's chest. "I promise I'll be gentle okay? " "Okay." His voice sounded so small and trusting, offering himself to Finn but also nervously excited. He'd fingered himself watching gay porn on his computer at home and pretended Finn was doing to him what the men on the screen were doing. And then it was Cory, except Ben was Finn and he was doing it to his best friend instead. When he'd taken the small black rubber plug home he'd used that instead and had finally been able to push it all the way inside just two nights ago and he'd worn it all day this morning hoping Finn would try with his dick. Finn reached around Ben's smooth lean body and rolled him onto his back with a hand on his small muscled shoulder and kissed him. The boy's legs unfolded beneath him and spread wide on the bed pointing at the window as their tongues flicked across one another's and Finn climbed over to settle down between them, their lips smacking and soft low moans from Ben the only sounds in the room. For long minutes they made out, sometimes soft and gentle, barely touching and other times hard and forceful, their lips stretched wide and tongues thrust deeply into each other's mouths until finally they broke apart. Finn stroked loose strands of matted hair from Ben's forehead and stared into the sapphire blue of his eyes. "Are you sure Ben?" He asked knowing that the boy would never be the same again afterwards. He would always remember Finn as his first, the man who took his virginity and he wanted to be absolutely sure this is what he wanted. "Yeah," Ben nodded his head emphatically. "But like this okay? I wanna see when you do it." He said pulling a pillow from the headboard and lifting his head up to shove it underneath. At the same time he tried to lift his legs up around Finn's body but couldn't. "Get up for a second." It was almost unbelievable the difference just three weeks made. Ben was no longer the shy innocent boy peering into his window when he thought Finn couldn't see him. The timid lad standing behind the garden shed who let Finn masturbate him was gone forever, replaced by this new version; an incredibly hot and sexy prepubescent boy who knew how to entice and excite him and to give orders expecting them to be followed without question. Finn did as he was told and pushed himself up on his arms, achingly aware of his throbbing cock bobbing up and down between them as Ben lifted his legs and reached down to hold them under his knees to his sides. Finn's heart beat heavily in his chest as he looked down, moving his arms behind Ben's legs and holding them in place with his knees bent in the crook of his elbow. The boy's hands, now free from the burden of supporting his legs slid down his thighs to grasp his own cheeks and dug his fingers into the cleft of his crack and split it apart. The red rimmed lips and crimson flesh of his anus gaped up at Finn and he quickly lent over the prone boy to grab the KY from his bedside table. His hands shook*. I'm gonna fuck a ten year old boy*, Finn thought. *I'm gonna fuck Ben!* "You do it." Finn said tipping the small bottle upside down. "Hold your hand out." Ben grinned and let go of his ass with one hand and held it palm up between his legs to Finn. He massaged his fingers together smearing the slippery lube into his palm before reaching down between his legs and sliding them up and down his crack while Finn watched. It should have felt embarrassing doing it in front of someone else but not with Finn. His little dick was hard again when he circled his middle finger around his opening and pushed in, sinking his digit all the way inside his butt with his other fingers pressing against his cheeks on either side. "That's so fucking hot," Finn murmured and slowly stroked the length of his hard six and a half inches back and forth as he scratched a finger along Ben's immature chest and pinched the tiny nub of his nipple. "Put two in sweetie." The boy's slender index finger slipped next to the other and disappeared inside his hole up to the second knuckle with ease and began moving in and out as Ben fucked himself looking up at Finn's face. The man's eyes were downcast watching him and Ben could see the lust in his expression, the tip of his tongue licking across his bottom lip and biting down on it. He heard him whisper to himself "Fuck yeah..." as Finn rubbed his hot dick against Ben's thigh next to his hand leaving a smear of his pre-cum that glistened on his silky smooth skin. Even though he was scared of it, Ben wanted to feel it moving inside him like his fingers were except it'd be a whole lot bigger. He slipped his fingers out and smeared lube all over his own hairless balls and hard prong and then held his hand up to Finn again for more. "On yours too?" He asked. "Yeah buddy. You're gonna need lots." A thick stream of KY poured down pooling into his open palm and when Finn finally capped the lid back on, Ben grasped the hard iron stake sliding against his own smaller organ and slathered it in lube. It was steel hard to his touch and hot, too thick for his fingers to close around it and at least twice as long as his palm was wide. Ben stroked its full length from right down at the base to the tip of Finn's glans, twisting his hands and rubbing his thumb over the taut tight skin feeling the man's excitement and felt a thrill knowing it was because of him. "Oh God Ben, that feels so good." Finn said hoarsely and felt the boy move under him. Ben's legs pulled back further and his body curled onto itself as he glided Finn's swollen head down below his small balls and aimed it at the still gaping hole of his anus. This was it. His cock was as hard as Finn could ever remember it being and it was poised at the doorstep of a ten year old boy's hole, slick with lube and ready to fuck and take the kids virginity for all time. With Ben's hand still grasping it firmly and holding it in place, Finn eased his weight forward onto his hands at Ben's sides and felt his bulbous head press against the rubbery lips of the boy's opening. He wanted to remember this forever, to burn the memory into his brain of the moment he entered him, the look on his sweet angelic face contorted in sexual desire as his cherry was busted and his innocence was given away so freely. Ben clenched his teeth together and breathed in deeply and expelled it out of pursed lips as he tried to relax, letting go of Finn's cock and prying his cheeks apart with his fingers digging into the soft smooth flesh of his ass. Reaching down with one hand while still holding himself up over the boy's incredibly sexy young body, Finn wrapped his hand around his cock with his thumb at his head keeping it aimed squarely at its target and gently pushed forward. His glans compressed against Ben's hole and Finn glanced down briefly to see the swollen purple head looking like a ripe plumb trying to squeeze into an opening made for a grape. There was no denying Ben wanted it. His juvenile spear was rock solid and pointing up at his chest and his scrotum was pulled up tight against his body with his fingers splitting his cheeks apart, but Finn's cock looked far too big to fit into such a small hole. "It won't fit baby," Finn whispered down to the boy under him. "I'm too big for you." "Just try." Ben almost begged. His breathing was labored and husky, eyes boring into Finn's with such intensity that Finn circled his cock around the starfish of his anus before centering it again and pressed in. His lips curled inwards and yielded, stretching around his flesh like they'd done with the rubber dildo and Ben let out a grunt as his anus clamped down denying him entry. "Relax honey," Finn encouraged soothingly. "Let me in." "I'm trying!" Ben snapped but then in a calmer voice said "G'me a sec okay?" Finn smiled and nodded his head trying to keep the desperation from showing on his face. "Sure sweetie, take as long as you need." He knew firsthand what it was like getting fucked for the first time by an adult cock. Jay had been gentle with him their first time but it'd still hurt. He'd been younger than Ben was now by a few months, only just turned ten when Jay made love to him on his bed with them both laying on their sides. His Mom had left them alone again as she often had for months since the first time Jay stayed overnight in his room and they'd wrestled and played with an air of barely contained sexuality, both of them knowing that sooner or later they'd end up naked and giving each other the tingles. Jay had done a whole lot more with Finn over the previous few months than just rub up against his backside and masturbate him like he had that first time. Finn discovered just how good it felt to get a `blow job' and got the tingles in Jay's mouth almost three times a week now, and in the last few weeks before he turned ten Jay had been slowly stretching his ass with his fingers. Finn had also learnt how to take most of Jay's cock deep into his mouth and throat without gagging and swallowing his cum like it was honey an only sometimes letting any seep out and drip down his chin. It was two weeks after Finn's tenth birthday and they'd just gotten home from another weekend away at the nudist camp with Jay. His Mom insisted that Jay stay the night in Finn's room and when they'd laid down under the covers in his new double bed Jay had told him he wanted to fuck him. He'd spooned into Finn's back and curled one of his legs up with his knee at his chest and the other he lifted up over his own leg spreading his ass wide apart. Jay held onto him tightly around his chest and over the next half hour he'd slowly worked his way inside and then fucked him once his bowels had loosened with the bed creaking and groaning under them. It would have been impossible for his Mom not to know what was going on in the next bedroom, especially with the noise Finn had made when he'd orgasmed three times while Jay had thrust into his hole over and over again. He'd even felt the pulsing of his cock when he came and the warmth of his semen as it shot of his cock inside him. "Now..." Ben breathed out slowly focusing Finn's mind back to the present. He lifted his hand from the bed beside Ben's side and stroked down his slender body to hold him at the hip just where his leg was bent and eased forward. His greasy hole widened and Finn's glans slipped into the outer ring with a hiss from Ben as his muscle contracted again and strangled his head only halfway into his anus. "It hurts." "It's okay Ben," Finn said as kindly as he could even though he felt the frustration growing inside him. It wasn't Ben's fault. He was trying his best and Finn knew it was painful the first time. He'd had a lot longer with Jay stretching him and getting him used to it before he'd been fucked. Maybe he'd gone too fast and given in to Ben too soon. "You think you can handle it if I stayed just this far in?" "Uh huh," Ben said. "I'm sorry." "What for?" Finn asked feeling incredibly guilty for making Ben feel like he'd somehow failed. "You did great buddy! We'll just have to practice with the dildo a little more is all." "You're not mad at me?" Ben asked. "Of course not. You feel so good even with just a little bit inside you." Finn said smiling. "But could you do something for me?" "What?" If he couldn't fuck him, then he'd at least get off with the little he'd gotten inside the boy. "Use your hand and make me cum inside you." Ben grinned. "Okay. Will you do mine too?" "Sure thing monkey." Fin said and took the boy's hand in his and guided it to the shaft of his cock. Ben had to curl his shoulders up towards him to reach and Finn lent in to his lips and ran his tongue along the boy's open mouth and teeth as his fisted hand gripped around the organ wedged into his hole. Ben's cherry red lips were hot and wet and Finn breathed the same air into his lungs as the boy panted and sucked his tongue into his mouth just as Finn had shown him a week earlier. He was learning what he liked and what he didn't fast, where his most ticklish places were and most importantly, where to touch, caress, kiss, prod and poke that set the young ten year old boy off in a sexual frenzy. Like how to masturbate him; Finn knew Ben preferred it held tight in his whole fist, not between his fingers and thumb and he liked it fast and hard. As Ben started to pump his cock back and forth, Finn placed his hand over the boy's and pulled up onto his knees looking down at his lean sexy body, the absolute perfection of prepubescent boyhood in all its divine glory and took hold of his short three and a half inch rocket. He gave it a squeeze in his fist and began to slowly move up and down as Ben jacked his own cock back and forth with his little hand bouncing off his upturned cheeks. Finn's glans were held tight within his gripping anus and he dared not move in fear of either hurting Ben or slipping the half inch out of his hole, and each time Ben's slippery fist stroked over the flared ridge of his head Finn shuddered in ecstasy. "You've got a really hot body Ben," Finn moaned blissfully as he luxuriated in the feel of the boy's hand around his cock and the fiery hot embrace of his anus that strangled his head embedded a half inch beyond the vice-like band of his ring. He fought the instinctual need to thrust into him and gripped Ben's hard spear tight with the tiny glans poking out the end like a worm feeling the boy's foreskin slide up and down with his hand as he jacked the kid back and forth in short rapid strokes. Ben grunted and moaned, laying his head back with his shoulders up, eyes closed and mouth open panting and whimpering as Finn's hand became a blur between his legs. The muscles of Ben's flat stomach tensed and relaxed over and over again and his boyishly sexy chest heaved, the hard nubs of his tiny nipples erect and pointing as Finn jacked his cock over Ben's hand faster and faster feeling the rise of his orgasm approaching. "Faster..." Ben whined through clenched teeth and opened his eyes briefly to look down through the bangs of his dirty blonde hair at Finn's hand working furiously at his penis. His expression was almost panicked as the burning at the root of his dick intensified, a heat that spread from his groin to his toes making his glans itch and his hole quiver. "Faster..." He repeated as the sensations overflowed and he cried out in a guttural moan closing his eyes again and screwing up his face. Finn's body prickled with sweat as he tried to jack his hand faster around Ben's rock hard boner. He breathed heavily as he practically pulverized the boy's small balls with each stroke on his short prong, pulling the skin so tight he thought he'd tear it and felt it swell in his fist as Ben gasped and lifted his hips up off the bed. "Ohhhh... Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." Ben wailed as climax tore through his young body. His hand released its grip on Finn and fell away from his cock to claw at his thigh as he came in dry orgasm, his face contorted in torturous pleasure. He'd either seen it or felt it in his mouth over two dozen times now, but each time brought a new thrill for Finn, watching a ten year old prepubescent boy ride the wave of climax was spectacular no matter how often it was witnessed. He couldn't help but push in a little into Ben's slackening hole as his cum boiled in his balls and felt the boy's ring relax in post orgasmic delirium as he hammered back and forth furiously on his cock. The meat of his bulging head was embedded a half inch into the ten year old boy's virgin anus with the flared ridge compressed into a fat oval, purple and swollen between the slick silky smooth skin of his cheeks. "I'm gonna cum..." Finn groaned. "God I'm gonna cum in your ass Ben." Finn's climax erupted in pent up desire, shooting a thick stream of creamy white semen into the crimson walls of Ben's hole squeezing around his knob. With nowhere else to go it bubbled around Finn's cock and seeped out through the tight seal of his ring as each breathtaking pulse shot another geyser of cum into Ben's ass. Most of it oozed out and dribbled down his lower back leaving a trail of sticky cum leading from his crack and the thick head lodged in the depression of his anus. The soft spongy flesh within became slick with Finn's seed and with each new ejection, a thin jet of cum passed through the narrow iris of Ben's clenching muscle and squirted into his bowels. Finn strained, holding his cock tight and pumped it into the boy's ass letting the last of his jizz spill out into him. His hand was sticky with the semen gathered around the boy's hole and as he gently let his head pull free it was like a dam had been breached. Finn's warm slippery cum gushed out of Ben's anus and dripped onto the comforter below like runny snot and darkened the material as it slowly soaked in. A small puddle formed under Ben's ass in a viscus cream as long stretching beads dripped from the thick globs of cum running down his cheeks to the bed. *Fuck it was erotic!* He looked up at Ben's face and they both smiled at the same time, panting heavily and catching their breaths. Ben giggled and Finn grinned even wider as he trailed a finger up the boy's crack scooping cum onto his finger and held it out to Ben's mouth. "Don't waste it baby." Ben wrinkled his nose but opened his mouth sticking out his tongue nonetheless and let Finn slide his finger into his mouth. He slowly relaxed and took in a deep breath letting his legs down around Finn's side and looked up at him as the man lent down and kissed him again on the lips. "Does that mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" Ben asked as Finn laid over him with his weight on his elbows as their sweat soaked bodies cooled. "No buddy, you're still..." Finn paused pretending to think. "Ninety seven point three percent virgin." "But you orginismed..." He grinned and tried again. "Or-ga-smed in me." Finn brushed Ben's hair back from his forehead and smiled down at the ten year old. "I wasn't really in you. Not much anyway, just the tip." "It felt like more." Ben snickered. "I know." Finn said kindly. "It was the same my first time too." "How old were you again when you did it?" Ben asked after a long silence. "Younger than you. I'd only just turned ten." "Did it hur..." The window exploded behind them sending a shower of glass raining down over the dresser and both Finn and Ben jolted in surprised fright so hard that their heads crashed together with a loud crack. The noise was deafening as shattered glass fell and something heavy thudded onto the carpet as Ben screamed in terror and his eyes watered with the impact to Finn's skull. "SHIT!" "FUCK!" They swore at the same time with their bodies paralyzed in both shock and sudden fear. Instinctively their heads turned to the window even as the last tiny crystals of shattered glass fell to the floor and Finn jumped up off the bed oblivious to his nakedness, or that his cock was still half erect and covered in his cum. "Stay there!" He ordered Ben holding his hand out with his palm up but it was futile. The boy quickly scooted to the side of the bed and rolled onto his feet standing beside the curtains and pulling one around his bare body he hid himself behind it, peering out through the window at Finn's back yard. "Oh fuck," Ben breathed in anguish. "Cory. No no no no no no no..." He moaned loudly as his face screwed up in pain and tears began to swell up into his eyes. He turned crying, looking for his trousers on the floor repeating over and over again "He saw us... He saw us." Finn was in shock staring out the window at the young boy slumped down onto his knees, his shoulders hunched and face wet with tears gazing back at him. His eyes were blank and unfocused and Ben's words suddenly registered; it was Cory. He hardly recognized the boy from just over an hour ago and the pieces started to fall into place in his mind. He'd thrown something through the window. He'd seen them. Finn heard Ben's voice then, distressed and full of grief as he hurriedly pulled his underwear and trousers on started towards the door buttoning up his shirt. "Ben, wait!" Finn croaked finally turning around to him. He looked so small and frail right then, his whole body trembling with the white school shirt hanging loosely over his hips and ass but he didn't even pause at the sound of Finn's voice. "Ben!" Finn repeated as he belatedly searched for his discarded jeans almost tripping over himself pulling them on and followed the boy through the lounge and out onto the patio. "I HATE YOU!" Cory's shrill voice screamed out and Ben stopped dead in his tracks a few meters short of reaching his best friend. Finn couldn't hear what he said next, but he could read his lips as Cory repeated what he'd said. *I hate you.* The other boy turned and ran, leaving Ben in his bare feet and shirt fluttering in the light breeze unsure whether to follow or not. Ben jumped when he touched his shoulder and twisted around to bury his face in Finn's chest with his arms wrapping around him. "Shhhh..." Finn whispered and held his face down into the boy's hair cuddling him close to his body silently wondering how Cory would react and if he'd tell anyone what he saw. Probably not, Finn rationalized to himself but he couldn't help but think this might be the last time he'd ever hold Ben in his arms. "It's okay Ben. It'll be okay." It all seemed so unreal. Only two minutes ago he was laying naked on top of him between his spread legs, content and happy, basking in the glow of orgasm and almost making love to this sweet and sexy little boy in his arms. Finn tightened his grip on him and breathed in his smell, feeling his small body shake as he sobbed into his chest and sniffed. He tried to keep the fear of losing Ben and what he would go through in the coming days at bay. If Cory told anyone, his parents, a teacher or even another student, what Finn had done to Ben would be reported to the police and they'd be knocking on his door with very little sympathy for a suspected child abuser. His life would be over but he didn't care. He'd admit everything, plead guilty and go to prison so long as Ben wouldn't have to endure the brutal and ruthless interrogation he was sure to be subjected to. Ben's humiliation would be severe in the extreme once it became known and Finn wouldn't let that happen to him. "He saw us," Ben sobbed after long minutes standing there sniffing loudly and Finn felt the wetness on his bare chest. "We're gonna get in trouble aren't we?" Finn's heart felt hollow. How could he describe the hell Ben was about to go through? He'd be told and made to think what they'd done was perverted and disgusting, and he'd feel it all the worse because he'd wanted it. He did didn't he? He kept coming back. "I don't know buddy. If Cory tells anyone what he saw us doing... then yeah. But it'll be me in trouble Ben, not you." Finn said into his hair. "They'll ask you questions about what we did together and they won't stop asking until you tell them." "I won't!" Ben blurted looking up at Finn with fresh tears. "I won't tell them anything. I'll say Cory's lying." Holding both of Ben's hands in his own, Finn knelt down on his knees in front of the boy. "No Ben. You have to tell them." *There might be DNA evidence now.* *Fuck,* Finn thought silently of the humiliation Ben would endure for them to obtain that. *How much of his semen was actually inside him right now? Can't be much, but how much do they need?* *There was probably enough, *Finn concluded to himself. "If Cory tells then you have to tell them everything or it'll just make things worse." "But then I'll never see you again and everyone at school will know." The pain on his sweet angelic face was heartbreaking and Finn felt his own tears blurring his eyes. "I'm so sorry Ben." Finn said up to him knowing that he didn't understand what was coming, or that he'd probably end up hating Finn once it was all over. "I should'a just let you go back to school when I found you behind the shed. I shouldn't have done what I did." "I wanted you to!" Ben snapped angrily. "Who cares if it's not allowed! They don't understand! It's not fair!" "I know..." Finn said trying to calm him. "I wish Cory hadn't seen us because I really, really like you Ben. More than you'll ever know. But I'm not sorry I got to know you because I think you're a great kid and I love you." "I love you too." Ben started crying again with Finn holding onto him, his arms wrapped around his small body and stroking his back soothingly. "I hafta find him." "Who... Cory?" Finn asked quietly. Ben wiped his eyes and nose with the back of his hand. "Yeah." He said. "I hafta make him not to tell anyone." If there was a chance Ben could talk to him, make Cory understand and stop him from telling he had to let him go. They only had a few minutes before the bell rang out again and Finn wished with all his heart that he could go in Ben's place rather than putting the burden on the ten year old boy. But he couldn't. He couldn't go chasing after Cory into his school and talk to him. "Do you think you can?" Finn asked wishing he didn't sound so hopeful. Ben nodded his head slowly. "I have to." "I know buddy. But let's get you inside and cleaned up first and find the rest of your clothes." Finn smiled but Ben wasn't in the mood for it. "He said he hates me." "He didn't mean it." Finn said hearing the small boy in Ben's voice. "He was upset, that's all." "What should I say to him?" Ben hiccuped and wiped the back of his hand as he followed Finn back into the house holding onto his hand tightly. "I don't know Ben... Just don't' lie to him." He said bending over to pick up his tie by the door and sitting on the couch pulling Ben down onto his lap. "You could tell him the truth... about how you feel about him. That you want to do the things he saw us doing with him." "I can't!" Ben moaned. "He'll think I'm gay." "So what?" Finn said. "Listen... why do you think he reacted the way he did?" Ben was sitting astride Finn's legs, leaning his shoulder on his chest with his head and face nestled into neck. Finn held him around the shoulders and gripped his arm. "'Cos he saw us." Ben said. "Yeah he saw us. But he was angry wasn't he?" "No shit," Ben said with a little laugh. "I've never seen him that angry before." A quick glance at the clock showed it was 12:55. Five more minutes before the bell rang and Ben would need to go and find Cory. "Why was he angry buddy?" "Because he saw us!" Ben snapped not understanding why Finn kept asking the same question. "Why do you think?" "Yeah... but why *angry?* He could have been disgusted... Shocked... Appalled... Revolted or even just sad. But he wasn't. He was *angry*." "So?" He didn't get it, Finn thought. But then he was only ten. "I think he said he hated you because he was jealous." "Jealous? Of me?" Ben asked. "No buddy," Finn chuckled and shook his head. Did he really have to spell it out to him? "Of me. Because I think he likes you the same way I do and he was angry because I was doing what he wanted to do." Ben sat up and looked at Finn. "Really?" "You're a smart kid Ben, but sometimes you can be really dumb too." Finn squeezed his arm and smiled to let him know he was joking. "It only took me like two minutes to work that out when I was in your class today. I think telling him you like him the same way will make him very happy." "And maybe he won't tell." Finn nodded. "Maybe. I hate to do this buddy, but you need to get dressed and cleaned up and head back to school. Where are your shoes?" They got up and Finn retrieved Ben's clothing strewn down the hallway while the boy went to the bathroom to wash his face and try to sort out the disheveled mess of his hair. He dressed quickly, tucking his shirt into his trousers and pulling his jacket on and he came back out looking just as cute and sexy as when he'd turned up. The bell rang out just as he was pulling on his shoes sitting outside on the patio step with Finn beside him and looked up with a worried expression. "It'll be okay Ben. Just talk to him like you've always done." "Kay." Ben smiled bravely. "I gotta go." "Yeah, I know." Finn said touching his forehead to Ben's. "I love you kiddo." He frowned when he realized he hadn't even told Ben about the favor Luke was doing for him and that Ben would get to make a music video. It was too late now; Ben turned and waved goodbye looking back at Finn before making his way back to school and the daunting task ahead of him. When he lost sight of him through the low undergrowth Finn sat in silence for what seemed hours with a growing glimmer of hope that he'd see Ben again. Both of their futures now depended on Cory's reaction and what Ben said to him. *C'mon buddy...* Finn silently prayed. *Be brave.* Finn kept his phone close for the next two hours expecting a text from Ben as soon as school was let out, but it never came. He sat anxiously at his computer waiting and looking up local glass repair companies, finally making a call only to be told it was too late to send someone out and that they'd be there first thing in the morning. So instead Finn busied himself picking up the broken shards of glass in his room and vacuumed, making up the bed in the spare room to sleep in and then hunted the garage for something to cover up the window with. He must have checked his phone a hundred times making sure it wasn't set to silent and even sent himself a text to make sure it was working properly. It was. Eventually his nerves won out and he called Ben's cell number. It was good to hear his voice even though Finn could tell the ten year old boy was wrought with fear and his responses were short and clipped. "Hi buddy. Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Did you see Cory?" "No. He didn't come back to school." "What? Where was he?" "I dunno. He won't answer his phone and I'm not allowed to go over to his place." "Fuck." Finn swore. "Are you at home?" "Yeah." *God his voice sounded so small and sad.* "I'm sorry Ben. I wish I could make it all better." "It's not your fault!" "Yeah, it kinda is. Are you by yourself?" "No. Mom just got home with my brother." "Okay..." Finn said wishing he could put his arms around Ben and hug him and take the fear and hurt away. "She didn't seem weird or anything did she?" "No. Just normal." "Good. At least that means Cory might not have told anyone yet otherwise she would know already." Finn tried to reassure him, but he was also trying to reassure himself. "I guess." "Are you gonna try and see him tomorrow?" "I've got to go to swim practice in the morning. Should I call him after that?" "Yeah buddy. You need to talk to him. But don't call too much okay? He might just need time to think about it." "Okay." "You call me if you need to talk okay? Any time. I don't care if it's the middle of the night." "Okay." "I love you Ben." Finn said. "I wish I could be there and hug you right now." It was the wrong thing to say. He heard the sudden intake of breath as Ben silently cried into the phone without saying a word and Finn felt his own chest tighten in pain. "I'm so sorry Ben..." There was a long silence before Ben spoke again. "I'm scared of what's gonna happen." "I know buddy. Me too." Finn said. "Did you want to come here?" "I'm not allowed out. Mom said I have to do my homework tonight." Finn remembered Ben telling him once that his Mom always made him do his homework on Friday nights so she didn't have to badger him all weekend about it. "Okay. But you call me if you need to okay? Or if you talk to Cory." "Yeah... Finn?" Ben asked. "Yeah buddy?" "I love you too." He didn't get any sleep that night. He lay awake listening to the plastic sheet he'd pinned up over the broken window flapping in the wind. In the dark of night his mind created all the worst scenarios and even a horrifying thought that Ben might try to commit suicide. He almost dialed Ben's number at 3am but told himself he was over-reacting. Cory wasn't going to tell anyone. At 4am Finn got up and sat in the lounge in the dark, naked and cold but he hardly noticed. Thoughts of his promising career destroyed and his new novel being boycotted once his sexual attraction to little boys was known. `Best Selling Author A Pedophile' Finn imagined the headlines with his picture plastered across the front page. Of course it would be a mug shot, his face drawn and tired after hours of interrogation looking like the evil predator everybody associated with men who were attracted to boys. Everybody knew the word `pedophile', but not many knew what `Pederast' meant. They came and replace the broken window at 8am and didn't leave until after 10. He sent Ben a text asking him to call when he got home from his swimming practice but he didn't text back which made Finn worry even more. Did they know? Was he being questioned right now? Why wasn't he answering? Common sense told Finn that he was swimming and his phone was in his bag by the pool but it didn't stop him from thinking the worst. He waited again, drinking more and more coffee until his nerves were wound so tight his neck hurt. He practically jumped when his phone finally rang with the lyrics of John Lennon's `Beautiful Boy' he'd programmed as Ben's personalized ring tone and hit the answer button. "Ben... You okay?" "He still won't answer his phone." "Shit... Can you come over here buddy? I can pick you up if you need me to." "I can't." Ben sniffed and Finn could tell he was close to tears again. "I have to go with Mom to her work but she said I can go to Cory's tonight but he's not answering his phone so I probably won't be able to." It all came out in a rush and Ben took in a shuddering breath. "Have you tried calling his home number instead of his cell?" Finn asked. "No." "Why don't' you try that and then call me back okay? Maybe you can go see him tonight." "Okay." Five minutes later Finn's phone rang again with the `Beautiful Boy' ring tone. "Did you talk to him?" "No. His Mom said he was in bed sick and couldn't talk." Finn felt relief flood through him. They weren't out of the woods, but it was obvious Cory hadn't blabbed... yet. "That's good." "Why?" Ben asked confused. "Because it means he hasn't told her." "Oh." "Hang in there okay sweetie? It'll be okay. Try again tomorrow and see if your Mom will let you go out for a bit. Tell her you're going to Cory's and I'll pick you up okay?" "Okay." "I love you." For the rest of the day Finn couldn't think of anything else except Ben and the overwhelming guilt he felt for what he was putting him through. He could only imagine what it was like for a ten year old boy to be going through what he was without someone there to hold him and let him cry on their shoulder. Finn couldn't even try and imagine how he'd have felt if his mother had found out about him and Jay because he was pretty sure she either already knew or would have encouraged it once she found out. He didn't remember dozing off, but he jolted awake on the couch hot and sweating. He'd dreamt about Ben falling into a pitch black expanse with his arms outstretched to Finn, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't grab hold of the boy's hands. Cory was there too looking at Finn. "I hate you!" he kept saying over and over again and then Ben was standing in front of a crowd of people pointing at him. "He did it." He said. "It was all his idea." For the first time since Ben had left, Finn cried with his heart beating wildly in his chest and hands shaking with the memory of the dream. He needed to get it out of his system so he could be strong for Ben when he called and he sat unmoving from the couch until it got dark outside thinking about him, what he was doing right now, how he was coping, wondering if he should he call just to tell him he loved him. Sleep came and went during the night accompanied by disturbing dreams that left him feeling more drained and tired than before. He spoke to Ben again on Sunday morning with the same news; no answer when he called Cory and his Mom saying he was still too sick to talk. "Have you asked your Mom if you can go out?" Finn asked. "Not yet." "Ask her buddy and I'll come pick you up." "Okay." He called back saying she'd said yes and gave Finn his address telling him to wait by the bus stop on the corner. Even at a time like this he was thinking more clearly than Finn was. He was trying to place the address Ben had given him realizing it was a long way from here and not in the sort of neighborhood Finn thought a student of Saint Andrew's would live. *No wonder Ben stood out,* Finn thought. *He's not a rich kid like all the rest.* Finn hurried to get showered and shaved looking at himself in the mirror and saw the bags under his bloodshot eyes. God he looked terrible. It only took him twenty minutes before he was backing the Mustang out of the garage and another forty until he pulled up on the street a few car lengths away from the bus stop. He waited and looked around at the multi-storeyed tenant buildings surrounding him. That `his' Ben lived here among the litter strewn streets with graffiti and gang insignia everywhere he looked was unfathomable. Surely the sweet angle faced boy, so kind and caring and talented couldn't have risen above the misery and despair of this place. Finn's love for him soared in that moment; his determination and perseverance not to allow where he came from to determine his future, and when Finn saw him round the corner he couldn't have expected anything near what he saw. Having never seen Ben wear anything other than his school uniform, the shock of seeing him in skin tight black jeans and a dark grey hoody over his head that looked a few sizes too big for him was startling. This wasn't the same kid who'd come to his house over and over again the last three weeks. Not even close. Even the way he walked was different. He had a swagger and his head was down with his hands in his pockets as if trying to appear uninterested in anything around him, but Finn knew better; he was acting a part so not to draw attention to himself. He looked up briefly as he walked towards Finn's car with a bag slung over one shoulder and opened the door to get in. Before Finn could say a word Ben looked up at him. "Go, before anyone sees." Finn started the mustang and pulled away from the curb and did a U-turn heading back the way he'd come. "Ben," Finn finally said looking over at the young ten year old sat beside him once he'd merged back into traffic. "I had no idea... How?" He asked meaning how did he live here yet go to Saint Andrew's. Ben understood the question immediately. "I didn't want you to know." "Why?" Finn said. "You think I'd care if you were poor?" "No. I just didn't want you looking at me like my teachers do. Like I shouldn't be there." "Jesus Ben... I love you buddy! I don't' care where you live." Finn reached out and grasped Ben's hand in his own. "I mean I *do care*, but only because I hate to think of you living somewhere like this." "It's not so bad. I have my own room and I don't get hassled so long as I wear a hoody over my head." Ben said and he saw the sapphire blue of his eyes, still radiant even though he looked as tired as Finn felt. "Because you're blonde and beautiful?" Finn said smiling. He hoped to bring a smile to his face knowing he hated being called `beautiful'. But he just nodded pushing the hoody off his head and whispered a simple "Yeah." It was a sign of the toll the last couple days had wreaked on him. "Do you mind me asking how you got into Saint Andrew's?" "Scholarship." Ben said. "And Mom works like three jobs to pay for the rest and save up for Max to go too when he's old enough." Finn shook his head and squeezed the boy's hand. Ben's mother sounded like an amazing women. "Wow. Sounds like she really loves you kiddo." "I know. But if Cory tells then she's gonna hate me." His face screwed up as he tried to fight back the tears and pulled his hand away from Finn's. He pulled over and parked the car on the curb next to a loading zone and quickly pulled Ben across the bench seat to him and wrapped him in a bear hug. "Sweetie, she's not going to hate you." He said to the ten year old boy. "It's going to be okay I promise, you'll see." "You don't know that!" Ben cried into his shoulder, but his arms circled Finn's neck with his head under his chin. Finn stroked his hand through the thick tangle of blonde hair and kissed his head, making shushing sounds and whispering `It's okay' to him as he sobbed. They sat there in silence with Finn holding Ben in his arms long after he'd stopped crying until he eased back and looked up at Finn and smiled for the first time. "I snotted all over your shirt." Ben said. "I've done worse to you." Finn grinned back at him and they both laughed. "Can you take me to Cory's place?" "Yeah." Finn nodded. "I think that's a good idea. You sure you'll be okay?" Ben nodded his head. "He's my best friend." He said. They parked a block away from Cory's place and Ben pulled his hoody off over his head and reached into his bag for a striped shirt. He smiled shyly at Finn's questioning look. "He's never seen me in my other clothes." "What about the studded belt?" Finn asked looking down at his narrow hips and the black low slung skin tight jeans. "Very fucking sexy." "Don't!" Ben whined and laughed at the same time. "You'll make me hard." "I wish." Finn said and looked him in the eye suddenly serious. "I'll be waiting right here okay? You'll be fine, just tell him the truth about how you feel about him." He nodded. "Finn?" "Yeah buddy?" "Thank you." Finn watched him as he walked down the sidewalk of the wide residential street under leafy trees and palms towards Cory's house. He looked back when he turned up the path of a two story home and knocked on the door that opened a half minute later and he was let inside. Finn took in a deep breath and closed his eyes hoping that he was right about Cory and that the other boy would be willing to be as honest as Ben. Only ten minutes into his long wait a slight drizzle started and, before long, his windscreen was a blur of shapes and colors as the skies opened up and the rain started to pour down in sheets. One day he'll have to take Ben out in the mustang and go to the beach with the top down. That'd be fucking awesome. TO BE CONTINUED...