Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2015 15:55:26 +0100 From: Matt Smith Subject: The Dangers of Desire - Chapter 3 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Do not read it if you're not supposed to or if it's not legal. The stunts in this show are performed by professionals, do not attempt to recreate them at home. Don't cross the streams. Don't run with scissors. Yup, that covers most of it. Author's Note: As always it's been great to hear from all you guys and what you think of my stories. Your feedback is essential, so feel free to send an email (even if it's just saying 'I loved it' or I hated it because...') to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk The Dangers of Desire Chapter 3 by Matt Josh let out a low, croaky moan. He was awake, but refused to accept it, keeping his eyes tightly closed. 'Oh God, oh God, I'm dying. I'm actually going to die from a hangover.' He flinched, even the sound of his own thoughts sent a wave of pain through his head. He heard a moan from beside and suddenly became aware of a weight pressing on his arm. Someone was laying next to him and from the sound of it was presumably in the same state. He pulled slightly with his arm, the body rolling over to rest against him. An arm wrapped around him and Josh returned the gesture, the warmth of the body cuddling up to him giving just the slightest hint of relief from his hangover hell. "You two getting up?" a voice called from somewhere in the room. The sound shot through him like a nailgun to the skull. Still refusing to open his eyes, Josh croaked back, "I'll get up... when you make the room... stop spinning!" A grunt of agreement came from the body beside him and silence thankfully returned long enough for them both to fall asleep again. Josh wasn't sure how much later it was when he woke up again, this time realising from the hardness beneath him that he was actually laying on the floor, most likely in the lounge based on the feeling of the rug. He still felt like he was dying, but not quite as much as he had during his last stirring. The body at his side was still pressed up against him, their arms holding each other closely. Josh reached up with one hand and started running his fingers through their hair, settling into a slow stroking. The body stirred a little, purring contentedly in time with the hair stroking. Josh tentatively allowed a single eye to open just a crack. Before squeezing it closed again in response to the light, he saw a flash of almost-ginger hair. "James?" Josh murmured. Another grunt of agreement. At least he knew who he was suffering with now. Realising his hand was still stroking the young man's hair, he pulled it away and muttered, "Oh, sorry." James' arms pulled a little tighter as he spoke. "Carry on, it makes my head feel better!" Josh smiled at the his obvious desire for relief and resumed his caressing. "We should get up." Josh whispered, already regretting the suggestion as he considered the prospect of opening his eyes again. "Why? I've got nowhere else to be." James answered, his face pressed into Josh's chest. "Have you?" "I guess not." Josh said, happily conceding to James' argument. As they began to settle again, James turned onto his side with his back to Josh, who turned in response, spooning the young man. Their bodies pressed tightly together, Josh's arms around James, their legs tangled. "I'm glad we're friends." James murmured, half-asleep, not even sure if Josh was already unconscious. Josh once again had no concept of time as he woke, his face nestled in a mess of strawberry-blonde hair. It felt soft against his cheek as he nuzzled against it, before remembering who it was and stopping himself from getting too physical. James turned in Josh's arms until he was laying flat on his back. "Morning!" he said. As Josh opened his eyes he saw the young man was smiling. "How can you smile? Smiling hurts!" Josh muttered roughly. He reached up with his free arm and rubbed his eyes. "You're such a wimp." James said teasingly. "It's your own fault anyway." "Is it? I don't really remember much after midnight." James chuckled. "Yeah, that was around when you made up your game." "What game?" Josh queried, still rubbing his head. "I barely remember either, but pretty anything anyone said or did meant they had to down a shot!" James explained foggily. Josh groaned again, then looked down at himself. During his cuddling with James, Josh had appreciated the warmth and comfort of the man's body against him, but had barely noticed that most of it had been skin-on-skin. "Why am I only wearing underwear? The game?" he asked, already dreading the answer. James nodded just as a realisation struck Josh. "Wait, this isn't even my underwear!" James laughed now, making Josh cringe at the volume. "No, it's mine. And I'm wearing yours!" Josh just turned his head to the side and gave a puzzled look prompting him to continue. "Dale said something about me wanting to get into your pants, so you thought it'd be funny..." "If we got into each other's pants!" Josh finished the sentence, a partial memory returning to him, laughing at the thought. He shook his head and sat up. "Right, I need water and about a million aspirin!" He struggled to his feet, shaking precariously as James just lay there, watching him. "It's like Bambi's first steps!" James sniggered, grabbing Josh's ankle to try and make him stumble. "Fuck off." Josh shot back at him light-heartedly as he started to walk away. His alcohol-addled brain suddenly caught onto something he had missed before. Turning back to James, he looked down at the near-naked man and said, "So... you wanted to get into my pants?" James flushed bright red as he stuttered for a response, but breathed a sigh of relief as Josh just laughed and continued walking away. When Josh reached the kitchen, he saw a note on the little whiteboard stuck to the door. He read it aloud, his brain still too hazy to do it internally. "Liam and Ryan have left, I've gone to get breakfast. Back soon. Dale." He wondered how long ago Dale had left, unsure of how long he would have to be alone with James. He was beginning to get the feeling that once he was more alert, embarrassment over his night's activities, as well as the morning's cuddles, might make things a little awkward. He staggered to the sink, poured himself a large glass of water which he immediately gulped down, before refilling it to take some tablets. He poured another glass and left the packet of tablets beside it before staggering back into the hallway. "Hey James, I've left some water and tablets out for you in the kitchen. Thought you might need them. I'm gonna have a shower!" "Thanks!" James called back from the lounge. As Josh reached the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stood waiting for it to warm. He reached down for the waistband of the underwear, suddenly remembering it was actually James'. His cock stirred a little at the thought of it, starting to swell a little as he pulled them off. Stepping into the shower felt heavenly. While the water he had drunk was working to alleviate his dehydration, the warm water running down his body was helping to relieve his many aches and wash away his sleepiness. He reached his arms up towards the ceiling, stretching his entire body, eyes closed as the water continued flowing over him. When he finished stretching and dropped his hands to his sides, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. The door was open. That was normal though. Living with Dale, he rarely bothered to close it when showering as there was little need. As such, he had forgotten to close it this time too. But now, stood peaking round the door was a face... it was James. 'The horny little fucker' Josh thought with a sly smile. 'Well, I may as well give him a show!' he reached for the shower gel, squirted a large blob into his hand and then began lathering himself up, starting with his chest then down to his stomach. A mixture of his own touch and knowing James was watching had Josh's cock rigid before he even reached it. He lathered the rigid meat and his balls, which hung low from the heat of the shower. James was transfixed, his hand was inside his boxers, or Josh's boxers really, a thought which simply added to his excitement. His massive cock soon popped free, the front of the underwear tucked beneath his balls as he stroked. "Oh my God." he muttered to himself as he saw Josh's sensuous lathering. His stroking grew faster and faster, breathing getting ragged as he neared climax. "Why don't you join him?" a voice came from behind James. He turned, his cock erupting in his hand, shooting several heavy strings of cum onto Dale's jeans. "Ah... Dale." James gasped, the excitement and intensity of his orgasm, along with the shock and fear of seeing his friend stood there had him almost doubled over as his cock twitched frantically. He attempted to stuff his erection back in the boxers, but with his cum now dripping down Dale's legs and the wall, trying to hide now seemed a little pointless. "I was... I was..." James stuttered, but there was literally no explanation in the world to justify his actions beyond the obvious truth. Dale's serious expression burst into a grin as he watched James' embarrassment unfold in front of him. "Come on, you fucking weirdo!" he said, putting an arm around him and leading him back towards the lounge. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" James muttered, his face buried in his hands as he let Dale lead him away. Dale was still chuckling as the two of them sat on the sofa. "Relax dude, it's no big deal." he said casually. "Oh God, don't tell Josh about that. Pleeeeease!" James pleaded. His embarrassment at just being caught by Dale was bad enough. Adding Josh too would be too much! "Okay." Dale said, putting his friend at ease. "But you really need to calm down. It's not like you're the first guy in the world to get caught jerking off! Hell, I've even caught you jerking off before, remember?" Dale reminded him with an elbow to his side and a wink. "Yeah, but nobody's ever caught me jerking off while watching their boyfriend in the shower!" James argued back, almost intentionally heightening his own humiliation. "Well, that's true I suppose." Dale conceded. "But it doesn't bother me, and I know it wouldn't bother Josh. Fuck, he'd probably just get turned on by it or ask you to join him!" James looked down at the floor, shaking his head before turning to Dale with a weak smile. "Thanks." was all he could manage to say. "What you thanking him for?" Josh asked, walking into the lounge, naked and rubbing his hair with a towel, prompting a shocked stare from James and a happy smirk from Dale. "I'm the one who gave you the show!" Dale burst into laughter as James' face dropped in horror as they both realised Josh had been aware of what James was doing. "Oh, and Dale's right." Josh said as he neared the two men. "Next time you should definitely join me!" He winked at James who looked like he might literally die of embarrassment. ***** After breakfast, and a lot more teasing, James had headed home leaving Dale and Josh alone in their apartment. Josh's hangover lingered for most of the day, so Dale happily entertained himself while Josh mostly just napped on the sofa while attempting to watch TV. The day passed thoroughly uneventfully until there was a knock at the door, shortly before five o'clock. Dale answered it, and was more than a little surprised to see Tony and Julia Harrison stood there, Benny's parents. "Hi, erm... is Josh at home?" Julia asked politely. "Yeah, sure, come in." Dale said, standing aside to let them in. "Josh, you've got visitors." he called out. Josh dashed through from the lounge smiling, but his face dropped as he saw who was there. "Oh, hi Mrs Harrison, Mr Harrison." he greeted them, caught somewhat off guard. "Are you okay? Come and have a seat." Josh lead them into the lounge, followed by Dale. The two parents sat on the sofa while Josh took an armchair opposite with Dale perching at his side on the arm. "Is this about Benny?" Josh asked. He knew it was a stupid question, it's not like they were coming round to chat about the latest episode of Game of Thrones, but he figured it was best to get straight to the point. "Yeah." Tony said, nodding solemnly. "I guess you've heard about him then." Julia added. "A little bit, from Corey." Josh replied honestly. Dale looked down at him, confused, so Josh explained, placing a hand gently on his leg. "Corey told me that Benny had moved out, without warning, on his birthday and now nobody knows where he's living." "Oh... right." Dale said flatly. He was already concerned simply by the presence of Benny's parents. He knew the effect the boy had on Josh and he had spent the last few days being thankful that Josh had made it past the boy's birthday without too much emotional turmoil. Now though, actually talking about him, to his parents, he worried that Josh's feelings for him were about to be dredged up once again. "That's the gist of it." Tony said, the concern obvious in both his voice and expression. "We have seen him since then, at school, and he seems okay. We were worried for a while that he might be living on the streets or something, but he looked great. Happier than ever." "So I know it seems strange to be so worried about him when he seems to be doing so well." Julia continued. "But we need to know he's really okay." Both parents' eyes turned to Josh, who looked round at Dale and then back at them. "I'm... I'm sorry for what you're going through, but I don't know anything. I haven't seen Benny for years!" "Yeah, we know. But we thought you might be able to help anyway." Tony replied, a glimmer of hope in his voice. Josh looked at them inquisitively, his grip on Dale's leg tightening a little. Julia went on. "Since Benny switched schools, we've never met any of his friends. We don't know anyone in his life that we can approach about him. That was when we thought of you. I know you haven't seen him much, but the two of you used to be so close, I thought maybe if you spoke to him..." Josh's hand tensed, fingers tightening so much on Dale's leg that it made him wince in pain. Josh had to hide it though. While the other boys knew vague details of what had happened between Josh and Benny, the boy's parents knew absolutely nothing at all. As far as they knew, Josh's week with Benny had been fun but ultimately uneventful. "I don't know... if I can...." Josh stuttered. Dale could see Josh's struggle and stepped in. "We just don't know if that would do much good. It really has been a long time and you know how people can drift apart." Josh's hand released a little, much to Dale's relief. "Yeah, I doubt he'd tell me anything." Josh added, calming slightly. Had they sidestepped that particular landmine? Had he avoided the request? "Oh, erm..." Tony mumbled. "I suppose we understand that, but maybe you could think about it. We know we're probably overreacting, he's probably fine, but... he's our boy. Our only son..." his voice cracked a little. Julia stood, with Tony following the gesture. "Look, if you... if you change your mind, he goes to St Vincents now. If you do happen to find out anything, please, please just let us know." she pleaded, a tear in her eye. Josh just nodded. He remained seated as Dale lead the two emotional parents back to the front door. When he returned, he stood in front of Josh. "Are you..." before he could finish the question, Josh leant forward, wrapped his arms around Dale's waist, buried his face in his lover's stomach and sobbed. Eventually, Dale pulled away and sat on the sofa, gesturing for Josh to join him, the two cuddling together as Josh continued to cry softly. Dale remained silent, just letting the emotional young man take as long as he needed to compose himself. Josh finally sat up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I've got to go and see him!" he declared firmly. "No, Josh... you don't!" Dale replied, matching his tone to Josh's. "You don't owe him anything." "Not for him." Josh said, looking round at Dale. "For his parents. You saw how worried they are. How can I let them live like that, knowing that I could probably get Benny to talk to me." Dale nodded. He could understand Josh's reasoning, but couldn't agree with his decision. "I'll go then. I'll find out what I can and let them know." "No!" Josh snapped. "It has to be me!" "What? Why you?" Dale demanded. Josh wiped his face again. "This is why!" he said, holding up his hand and showing the moisture from his tears. "I need to be able to face him. I need to be able to think about him without turning into an emotional shipwreck. You remember his fourteenth birthday?" "Yeah, you faced him then, you were okay!" Dale replied, thinking back to the day the two had reconciled. "I wasn't okay. I spent that entire day feeling like worms were crawling under my skin. I felt like I was going to throw up every time he looked at me. The only reason I held it together, was because everyone else was there. I was so scared of everyone finding out what I'd done, that I just pushed it all down. Ya know, I spent the entire day after that party in bed, crying, absolutely terrified of a little boy." Josh was virtually yelling, tears streaming down his cheeks. Dale listened, horrified to hear the extent of Josh's deception, more upset about not being there for him than being lied to. "That's why it has to be me." Josh concluded. "I have to stop being scared of him." ***** "That's awesome!" Greg said cheerfully as he listened to Sam's story. The boy had just recounted the tale of how he had turned on Josh at the football pitch the previous day to Greg, Tim and Warren. The four of them were on the bus, heading out to the cinema for the evening. They were sat, as they always tended to, on the top deck, right at the back, despite the rest of the bus being pretty much empty. The only other passengers were on the bottom deck, which allowed the boy's to be as loud as they wanted without disturbing anyone. It had been Warren who had asked for the full story, having had hints of it from Sam. "I'm not surprised though. Anything gets that perv hard!" Tim laughed. "Remember that time at the pool." Warren and Greg joined in the laughter. Sam smiled, but couldn't join in with their laughter having only heard about Josh's embarrassment at the pool second-hand. "Hey, don't underestimate my skills of seduction." Sam bragged with a cheeky grin. "You got an eternally horny gay guy to pop a boner. That's not a challenge." Tim said back defiantly. "Bet I could turn all of you on!" Sam said back with a wink. "Maybe gay boy and the closet case..." Tim answered back, pointing first to Warren then to Greg. "Hey!" Greg objected. They all laughed as Warren grabbed Greg's leg and said, "Come on Greg, you're gayer than I am. Just come out already!" "Fuck off." Greg said, folding his arms and turning his attention out the window. Warren's hand continued up his leg, the boy's bulge very visibly stretching down to meet it. He turned back to face the others, blushing. "That doesn't mean I'm gay, it just means I'm horny!" The others all laughed at his weak argument until he shuffled across the back seat to move closer to Tim and placed a hand on his leg. "What are you doing?" Tim snapped, trying to pull away. "Proving my point!" Greg argued. He slid his hand up Tim's leg, just as Warren had done to him moments before, but Tim's small bulge remained motionless. Tim smiled, Warren and Sam laughed, Greg just looked pissed. "Come on, that's not how you turn a guy on. This is!" Sam said as Greg shuffled back across the seat to sit next to Warren. He moved closer to Tim, being careful not to actually touch him, then leaned in and whispered in the boy's ear. Greg and Warren watched as Sam whispered for several seconds. Tim began to squirm in his seat, gulping heavily, then came definite growth in his pants. Sam pulled away, grinned at the other two and said, "THAT is how you turn a guy on!" They couldn't help noticing that Sam had developed a fairly sizeable bulge of his own. Tim just looked mortified that Sam had been able to push his buttons so easily. All four boys sat in silence, struggling to hide their erections, except for Sam who let it stand proudly. Warren finally broke the silence as he looked across at the other three. "Well I'm horny as fuck now, and I'm not the only one... whadda you say? Last to cum buys the popcorn?" Without waiting for an answer, he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. The expressions on the other three ranged from terror (Tim) to outright delight (Greg). Soon enough though, all three had pulled out their own boners and started tugging away frantically. Being on the top deck meant no passing vehicles could see them and the houses that whizzed by were gone too quickly for anyone to spot them. Warren looked down the line. He had seen the other boys naked over the years in various situations, but this was his first time seeing Greg and Tim hard. Tim's dick was by far the smallest at barely five inches, while Greg seemed to be sporting around six, the same as Sam's. He remained happy knowing his was the biggest of the group. He noticed all the others getting a good look too, even Tim, but both he and Greg avoided eye contact with the others. Sam was a different matter though, staring straight at Warren and grinning. He nodded down towards Greg's vigorously pumping hand and winked at Warren, who got the idea. Warren reached down and grabbed Greg's wrist, startling him a little. The blonde boy looked nervously at Warren, who pulled the hand away, and placed it onto his own cock. He moaned quietly as Greg's fingers willingly wrapped around his shaft. Warren returned the favour, taking hold of Greg's solid meat. A moan came from Greg too as they stroked each other. Greg looked like he would have quite happily sat there for hours, but his body had other ideas. Under Warren's expert touch, it didn't take long until the boy was shooting an excited load all over the back of the seat in front. As he orgasmed, his grip tightened on Warren's dick, triggering a matching explosion of jizz. Both boys moaned loudly as they shot. Grinning heavily, Sam just watched the two enjoying each other. He was so caught up in the show that he almost missed Greg shooting a small load below him, his cock dripping onto the floor between his feet. "Sam loses!" Warren called out happily as all eyes turned to the golden-haired boy who seemed happy to continue stroking for his audience. His breath quickened as he grew close. At the last second, he turned, knelt on the seat and pointed his cock at Tim. "What are you..." Tim started, but before he could even ask the question, Sam shot several squirts of cream over Tim. It settled in thick lines across his coat as he stared in disgust. Tim was furious, immediately punching Sam in the arm as the boy settled into his seat and put his softening tool away. As the two boys argued, Greg looked round at Warren and smiled. "That was amazing!" he whispered happily. Warren just grinned in reply. Once they reached their stop, the boys ran off the bus, thanking the driver and sniggering over their shared knowledge of how they had just defiled his vehicle. As they walked the short distance to the cinema, Sam took hold of Warren's hand, the two boys walking happily and smirking at the side-ward glances that their open display of affection still drew. Shortly behind them, Greg and Tim followed silently. Occasionally as they walked, Warren looked back to ensure the two silent boys were still with them. He couldn't help noticing that Greg's eyes seemed fixed on the hand holding. Realising that Warren could see him, Greg raised his eyes, embarrassed, then smiled and looked away. Inside the cinema, they headed for the ticket queue, Sam veering away shortly before, saying to the others with a wink, "I'll go get the popcorn." His idea elicited another snigger from the boys, and an angry glare from Tim as he was reminded of what they had just done, subconsciously wiping at his coat. "You're getting me a large!" Tim called out. He turned to Warren and Greg and added, "He owes me a big one!" The two boys burst into laughter at Tim's unintentional double meaning, making him look even angrier. "Fuck off, you know what I mean!" he snapped before storming off after Sam. The queue moved painfully slowly, the two boys gradually edging forward, exchanging occasional glances but no words. Sick of the awkwardness, Warren stared at Greg, waiting for the boy to return his look. "What's wrong?" he asked when Greg finally complied. Greg just shrugged dismissively. "Nothing." "Are you... upset about what happened on the bus?" Warren asked, working through the evening's events in his mind. "No!" Greg said enthusiastically, a hint of a smile flickering across his face before it dropped again. Tempering his excitement, he added, "No, that was... fun!" "Is it because we told you to just come out?" Warren asked, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. Even though he was sure Greg was actually gay, and his joke had been meant as a premature show of support, he considered the pressure it may have put on him. "No, I'm used to that anyway. I just think you're sick of being the only poof!" Greg sniggered in a blatantly transparent attempt to deflect the line of questioning. Warren ignored the comment. "I saw you looking at me and Sam holding hands. Did that... bother you?" "No." Greg snapped again, but his body language told Warren quite clearly that he was heading in the right direction. "Oh." Warren said, considering which way to go next as they shuffled forward slowly. "Wait, do you like Sam?" "What? No!" Greg said, shocked at the implication. Warren just looked at him, worried about asking his next question. "Me?" "You wish!" Greg sniggered. Warren smiled along with him, but remained determined to get to the bottom of it. A few more minutes passed as they shuffled painfully slowly down the queue, Warren's eyes fixed on the boy, studying him, thinking. Finally he reached out and took hold of the boy's hand. Greg blushed, looking round and expecting the whole room to be staring in disgust or shock, but saw no response from anyone at all. He closed his fingers around Warren's and looked up into his eyes, then smiled shyly. "Was this all you wanted?" Warren asked, amazed at the simplicity of the problem. When Greg nodded, he asked, "But why?" Greg shrugged, debating whether or not he should divulge his train of thoughts. Figuring that Warren had taken the first step and he should probably take the next, he opened up. "Look, when Benny left and you came out, it made this... I dunno, split. You paired off with Sam and seemed to get closer every day and I got stuck with Tim. Well, not stuck with him, he's one of my best friends, but he's not the most... open guy in the world!" Warren smirked. "Yeah, he's pretty much got the emotional range of a teaspoon!" he joked. Greg smiled at the comment, his nerves dissipating slightly as Warren nodded along with his explanation. "At first it didn't bother me, I thought being so touchy-feely was pretty gay and I was worried that if I did it, people might find out that I'm..." He froze, realising what he had been about to say. Warren stared with an excited smile. "Shut up!" he said pre-emptively. "I'm not saying anything. Carry on." Warren said flatly, not wanting to interrupt Greg's flow. "Yeah, so like I said, it didn't bother me at first, but I guess I just keep seeing it and sometimes it'd be really nice to... Oh don't make me say it." Greg said, flustered. "Sometimes you just want a cuddle?" Warren asked with a grin. Greg looked round at the other people in the queue, hoping they weren't listening. When he finally dared to look back at Warren's grinning face, he couldn't help smiling too. He just nodded, then looked down at their still held hands. "You really are gay, aren't you!" Warren teased him, earning himself a punch in the arm as he laughed. ***** Benny sat back in his chair, looking down at the quiz sheet in front of him. Happy with the answers he had given, he looked at clock, waiting impatiently for the designated time to run out. The last few minutes of school on a Monday seemed to be the slowest of the week! Eventually the designated quiz time ended and the teacher, Mr Trent, called out loudly, "Pen's down, your time's up." He walked around the room, collecting the answer sheets from all of the students, the noise gradually increasing as they began to chatter. As he reached Benny, he paused, noticing a small piece of paper on top of his answer sheet. He read it and carried on collecting the sheets of paper. By the time Mr Trent got back to the front of the class, the chatter had grown quite loud. "Quiet!" he called out sternly. They all knew well enough that when Mr Trent told you to be quiet, you complied immediately, so the the noise ceased. "Okay, homework for tonight, read chapter 16 and answer the questions at the end ready for next class." He turned to move back to his desk as the students all began packing away, knowing the bell was just seconds away. Without looking back, he called out loudly, "And Mr Harrison, please stay behind after please." There was a chorus of 'oohs' and other jibes, the class knowing that nobody ever got kept behind by Mr Trent for anything good. The bell rang and everyone else began running out, some smacking Benny on the back in support of what they expected to be a harsh talking-to. As the last student left, Mr Trent got up and closed the door before turning to Benny. "I got your note, Sir!" Mr Trent said meekly, his entire demeanour suddenly changing. "Very good, Quentin." Benny smiled as he stood from his chair. It gave him a buzz of excitement seeing the strict 35-year-old teacher suddenly shrink under his gaze, even more-so when he referred to the man by his first name. "What can I do for you Sir?" Quentin asked quietly, remaining still. Benny walked up to the man. During their first ever encounter, Benny had been six inches shorter than the man. Now though, they were the same height, making it even easier to control him. Benny placed a hand on his chest, squeezing a nipple through the man's shirt. Slowly he slid his fingers down and round to the man's slightly soft sides. "I was thinking about your cock for that entire lesson!" Benny reached down and grabbed his slave's cock through the material of his trousers. Quentin gasped as he felt his master's fingers around his concealed package. He said nothing, having learned long ago that it was best to only speak when asked a question. "I want to see it. Take off your trousers." Benny ordered. "What... here?" Quentin asked. "But someone could come in..." He could see the anger on Benny's face at being questioned, but the thought of exposing himself at school terrified him. The boy had never asked him to do that before. The repercussions if he was found would be severe! "If you're so worried about being spotted, then you should probably get on with it so that we're done quicker!" Benny reasoned calmly. The man trembled, trapped between his fear of getting caught and his compulsion to obey. Benny's firm stare eventually won the internal fight as he reached down, undid the belt and button, slid down the zip and let the trousers drop. His briefs were bulging, the boy's orders arousing him as always. "Them too!" Benny said, looking at the straining fabric. Quickly Quentin pulled them down to his ankles, then stood, his erection poking out from a thick, dark bush between the bottom flaps of his shirt.. He looked at Benny in anticipation. "Sit down at your desk." Benny ordered, before turning to return to his own. Before sitting down, he unzipped his school trousers and fished out his own erection, allowing it to poke free from his fly. Both teacher and student were sat at their desks, Benny took hold of his erection and started stroking, nodding to Quentin to do the same. The teacher happily complied, wrapping his fingers around the shaft as a bead of pre-cum dribbled down it. He had never been so scared in his life, but the fear served only to heighten his enjoyment. The stroking continued, both of them visibly and audibly getting close to release. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Panic spread across Quentin's face. Knowing it was probably just a courtesy knock and that whoever was there was probably about to walk straight in, he pulled himself against his desk and leant forward, knowing that his desk hid everything from the waist down. Smirking, Benny did the same. As expected, the person walked straight in. It was Mrs Sumpter, one of the history teachers. "Quentin." she started, then noticed Benny. "Sorry, Mr Trent. I just wondered if you were coming to the faculty meeting?" "Erm, yes, I'll be coming soon." Mr Trent replied nervously, cursing his choice of words as he heard Benny smirking. "I'm just helping Mr Harrison with a personal matter he's having so I'll be along shortly!" "Okay, I'll see you there." Mrs Sumpter said, leaving and closing the door behind her, completely unaware of what she had interrupted. Quentin breathed a heavy sigh of relief that he had not needed to move. There would have been no way to subtly pull up his trousers without her seeing. Worse still was that the adrenaline of almost getting caught had actually made his cock even harder. Now laughing out loud, Benny stood up and approached the terrified teacher, cock in hand. "That... was so hot!" he said with a devilish grin. "Get on your desk!" he ordered. Still scared but now too aroused to care, Quentin complied, jumping up onto his desk. Benny pushed him back into a laying position, lifted his legs into the air and pushed his cock against the man's hole. His own natural lubricant was enough to let him slide inside the man and within seconds he was fucking him furiously. "Oh, oh Sir!" Quentin gasped as the boy fucked him closer and closer to orgasm. As the boy thrust a last few times, he filled the man's rear with his warm seed before reaching down and with just two strokes made the teacher ejaculate too, a small pool of cum dribbling from his cock onto his tie. Breathing heavily and grinning, Benny pulled out, slipped his cock away and walked over to his desk. Picking up his bag he headed for the door and said, "You can go now!" He opened the door to leave, making Quentin jump as he realised anyone walking by would be able to see him. Benny left the door open as he walked away, laughing at the man's fear. The corridors had emptied quickly as students rushed to leave for the day and teachers, apparently, headed for a faculty meeting. Benny made his way through the corridors and out of the building, saying casual goodbyes to the occasional student that he passed. As he walked out of the school gates, his mind was fixed on what he was going to do at the house that night but he was shaken from his fantasising by a familiar voice. "Benny." it called out. Benny turned to face him, his eyes widening. "Josh?"