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Have you forgotten all I know, and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you, to live, to breathe
You're taking over me

Taking Over Me © by Evanescence, 2003

Control. It's extraordinary the tactics people employ to obtain it. Some rely on deception while others engage in outright trickery. Then there are those who resort to extortion. Why do we fight so hard for control? Because we know to lose it is to put our fate in the hands of others. And what could be more dangerous?

© by Marc Cherry, 2005

Taking Over Me 25

"Congratulations! What made you decide on teaching?" Tyler was super thrilled that I'd finally chosen a major. I'm on break and decided to call him and fill him in.

"Well, the other day when I was visiting you and you had those letters from former students; that had pretty much been the deciding factor."

"Wait, wait, wait," he said, "you're telling me. You're telling me. You're telling me that I am the reason you chose to teach? Is that what you're telling me?"

I chuckled at his childish behavior. "Yes, father."

"Holy shit! Wait until Jared finds out that I was your influence! He's going to shit a solid gold brick."


"We sort of . . . had this wager on, uh, what career you'd choose."

"Are you serious!? Another bet on me? How often do you guys do this without me even knowing?" I demanded. Seriously, though, what kind of sick parents gamble on their child?

"Oh, poo!" he scoffed. "It wasn't even money this time. He just has to buy me something pretty now. Anyways, he thought you'd go into the medical field because of your habits, but I definitely can't see you doing that. I didn't really have another career in mind, though." Tyler seemed far too happy about all of this.

"You two are pathetic." I tried to sound angry, but even through the phone I knew he could hear my smile.

"Don't be like that. Come over after work and have dinner. Jared admitted last night that he misses you since you never come by and visit."

"Jared needs to realize I have bills to pay. And my minimum wage job requires many hours to do so."

I set myself up for a trap. Right when I said that I knew I'd regret it. He's going to ask me to move back home so that I could focus more on school and not have to worry about anything. What was I thinking bringing up the struggles of minimum wage? Am I losing touch with common sense now that I'm out of the parental boundaries?

"You could always-"

"No, Tyler, I'm not moving back home."

Truth is I've been toying with the idea. I've thought about how nice it would be to move back into my old room and not have to worry about anything other than school. Actually I'd still want to work, but I wouldn't have to work for as many hours. These long hours are starting to take their toll on me. Combined with studying, I'm usually up until midnight, sometimes one in the morning. But that's the price I have to pay for having a piece of shit brother and an even bigger piece of shit ex-boyfriend.

"Thought I'd try," he sighed. "At least come by for dinner then, yeah? You're off at nine?"

"Yeah, but since I'm closing I won't be out until nine-thirty at the earliest. What's for dinner, anyway?"

"I'm gonna surprise you!"

"Okay," I said indifferently. I looked at my phone and saw what time it was. "Hey, I have to go. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"All right. Love you, Travers."

"Love you too, dad."

Tonight hasn't been too bad in terms of stress. The shop has been plenty busy, but again most orders I knew like the back of my hand so they weren't any trouble whatsoever. Lisa clocked out earlier so now I'm on my own. I don't really mind. I actually like working alone unless Ben is on. Being alone means I can have my own system for doing things and no one gets in the way of said system. I also have more patience when I'm alone because some employees (I won't name names) stand around and do nothing when they could be cleaning or restocking. That probably bugs me the most: doing nothing when you could be doing something. Wiping the tables needs to happen at least hourly. The sugar and creamer bar needs to be wiped clean at least every half hour because for some reason customers have a hard time pouring sugar and the like into these wide ass cups.

Bernice is in a much better mood than a few days ago. The owners still haven't decided what to do with Anthony yet. If they asked employees to vote I know what I'd choose. But they wouldn't even think to ask our opinion. We're just pawns in their plan for business domination. Bernice is the only one who gives a damn about us as employees. She took a chance and hired me. She gave me more hours. For a manager she sure is laid back. Her system follows the adage that a happy employee is a productive employee. Isn't that the truth?

About half an hour before closing, the last customer left the building. Figuring there wouldn't be another rush or anything I decided to start cleaning up. I did a quick but efficient sanitization of the table tops. Once those were cleaned I stacked the chairs on them and swept. The mopping would have to wait, along with the bathrooms. Restocking only took a few minutes. I didn't really run out of anything today. I marked down what I replaced, then washed the blenders and other items I used.

"Cleaning-" Bernice said, coming from the back. I jumped in surprise. "Sorry!" She started laughing.

"Don't do that!" I warned, joining in the laughter.

"I'll try not to," she got out. "So, I was going to say you're cleaning up early."

"Yeah, um, I figured I'd get a head start. My dad has dinner waiting for me so I don't want to waste any time."

Bernice glanced at her watch. "Hm, I guess it isn't that early after all. Well, tell you what. I'll close up early. We've had a good day so it won't hurt any. Go ahead and finish your cleaning."

Sweet! I nearly ran to the backroom to fill up a mop cart with water and sanitizer. As I was pouring the sanitizer into the steamy water, Bernice rolled over a second cart.

"Fill this one too, please. I'll mop the front."

I stared vacantly at her for a second. Did she really just say what she said? A manager performing regular employee duties? I've never heard of such a thing.

"I can do it no problem," I countered. I didn't want her to think I'm in such a rush that I can't do what I'm expected to do.

"It's fine," she said. "I'll do it so we can both get out of here faster."

Have I mentioned lately how awesome she is? I finished filling my cart up and started on hers. Once they were both ready I wheeled mine to the bathroom while Bernice took the other to the front. The rest of the cleaning supplies were in a locked cabinet in each bathroom. Fortune smiled upon me for the bathrooms were not overly messy. A few paper towels littered the men's room, but otherwise it didn't need any special attention. I did what I needed to do and moved onto the women's, which required even less work than the men's. Bernice was in the back emptying her bucket. She finished the front in record time. She must really want to go home.

"Thanks for the help," I said. It was the least I could do.

Bernice wiped away a few beads of sweat that clung to her forehead. She caught her breath, then said, "No problem."

"Hard work, huh?" I joked.

"No kidding," she laughed. "But I've got at least twenty years on you."

"Psh, you don't look a day over twenty-four."

She blushed. "Oh, stop."

Our banter went back and forth until I clocked out. And in less than a SpongeBob episode I was home. Swinging the door open I was welcomed by the deliciously sweet aroma of dinner. Tyler sprinted over to me and enveloped me in his warm arms.

"Christ, I miss you!" he gushed, attempting to squeeze my eyeballs out.

I coughed. "I just saw you like a few days ago."

"So?" He set me down and grinned. "It sucks only being able to see you once a week or so. You know, those people you call grandparents miss you like crazy too?"

Don't I feel like a stupid shit now? I haven't spoken to them in quite a while. Grandparents, in my opinion, need extra attention because of their age. I hope that doesn't sound rude, but it's the truth. Parents on the other hand have spent every day with their child for at least eighteen years. Grandparents are reserved for a weekend or special occasion. So, I think it's nice when their grandkids visit at least once a week if not more. I used to visit every Sunday before Trevor broke up with me. Obviously I've fallen out of that habit, what with work and school. Perhaps it's time to mount back up and pay them a visit. I'll make it a priority this Sunday.

"I know. I feel like a shit. This weekend I'll go over and visit."

"Okay good, but you're here now so this is my time."

"Greedy!" I laughed.

"Shut up," he mirrored. "Come on. I made you something special."

I wiggled out of my jacket and kicked my shoes off, then dashed for the kitchen. Jared was coming in from the backyard when I sat down at the island.

"Well look who decided to come visit his family," Jared said sarcastically. "I almost forgot how dark your hair was."

"Funny, Jared, real funny."

"You'll be happy to know Tyler made you something extra disgusting and healthy tonight. Must be nice to have meals made and served for you."

Before I could throw back a witty remark, Tyler made his mockery known.

"Oh, yeah. Must be real tough having to come home to a clean house, take a long, hot shower, and sit down to a warm meal. How do you put up with it?"

Jared flipped him off. "I wonder that myself sometimes."

"Right, so now that the big baby is done I'll make you a bowl." Tyler shuffled over to the oven and stirred something in a small saucepan.

"So Tyler told me you decided on teaching," Jared began. "Now I'm expected to buy something pretty for him. I should make you buy it, whatever it is." He sat next to me at the island. I could smell the cigar smoke lingering on his clothing. It brought back a flood of memories.

I shook away the musings. "Yeah, uh, it just felt right. And if teaching doesn't work out I'll still have my Bachelor's in environmental science and that's good for something else. Or at least I hope it is."

"With that degree you could do a lot more than teach. I wouldn't be worried, but it's a good idea to have a backup plan." Jared leaned over the island and grabbed a glass with a dark colored liquid. "And there are still quite a few years before you'll be in a classroom. Who knows? You might change your mind by then."

"Don't you worry about it, though. I know you're going to make a great teacher," Tyler said as he sat a bowl of steaming soup in front of me. "It's roasted vegetable soup. I thought you could use something hearty and warm."

I lit up like a Christmas tree. As if he doesn't just make the best damn food in the world, his veggie soup is one of my favorites.

"Thanks, Tyler!" I cooed. But I also knew this was a move on his part. He wants me to enjoy the soup so much that I might consider returning home. Trust me. I'm well aware of both parents' battle tactics. The first bite of the soup, however, indicated that Tyler was a superb player.

"Anything for you," he said, glaring at Jared. "Like I was saying you're going to make an excellent teacher. And you're actually quite lucky. If you ever have questions about certification or anything like that you can just ask me."

"Times have changed since the forties, Tyler." Jared swallowed the last bit of his drink, then edged the glass towards Tyler. "Refill, babe?"

"Um, no."

With a heavy, tired sigh, Jared got up and refilled his own glass. "No rest for the weary."

Tyler rolled his eyes. "Things haven't changed that much. You still need your Bachelor's. You still need a single subject credential, and a couple of certifications. All easy stuff for you, Travers."

"Well, I'll find out eventually. Now I just can't wait to transfer."

"You gonna transfer to Cal State or a UC?"

"I'm not sure yet. A UC would be best, but I have no qualms about going to Cal State. Plus, it would be the cheapest option."

"A UC would definitely be the better of the two. Then again, not all UCs are alike."

"I still have plenty of time to decide though. I'll start looking more seriously next year."

Jared chimed in. "Good idea."

Our conversation continued, mostly about school and how work has been going. I really didn't have anything new to report other than what happened with Dan, which obviously I didn't share. Mostly I ate my soup, reveling in the notion of returning home. My hatred and utter disgust for Keegan has simmered down to a comfortable bitterness by now. Besides, if push came to shove I could easily kick his ass again. No hesitation there.

"I've been wanting to talk to you about what happened," Dan said, setting his beer down on the kitchen counter. I tried sneaking in, but it was a futile attempt anyway given that I saw lights on in the apartment as I was parking my car.

"Listen," I started nervously, "it was a dumb mistake. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone there."

Even though a few days have passed since my encounter with Dan I have yet to feel comfortable around him. Every morning I made sure he was gone before I came out of my room. When I come home at night, though, things become a little trickier. Twice I managed to enter sight unseen. He was either in his bedroom or using the bathroom. But other times he was there sitting on the couch nursing a beer. He'd look at me with questioning eyes, but I wouldn't return the stare. Instead I shuffled to my room and hid away along with my shame.

I'm embarrassed over how I acted. I should've had more self-control. Watching that stupid movie was the first mistake. I was aware of the graphic sex scenes in it and I'm more than aware of what a horny bastard I am. My attraction to my hunky roommate didn't help anything, either. Things quickly progressed from two guys watching a dumb horror film to one guy throwing inhibition to the wind and sinking to his knees while his friend threw his head back in ecstasy.

"I actually didn't mind. I haven't had any sex in a long time so it was a nice release."

Did he really just say that? He enjoyed what happened?

"Aren't you . . . straight?" I asked in heavy confusion.

"Very," he laughed. "But I can appreciate a good time, right?"

I shrugged half-heartedly. "I guess so."

"Yeah, so quit sneaking around. Nothing to be afraid of."

A wary, bashful smile grew on my face. "All right, all right. Thanks for being so chill about it. I was pretty worried you'd be freaked out or something."

"Nah, man." Dan smiled.

I walked to my room and set my things next to the nightstand. That was better than I ever thought it could be. Dan's okay with what happened. Cool. At least now I don't have to worry about being kicked out or being smothered to death in my sleep.

I decided to take a quick shower then go straight to bed. The activities of the day seemed to have drained me particularly well this time. A good night's rest is just what the gay gods ordered. I hurriedly did my nightly routine before slowly slipping into bed. The plush mattress cocooned my body and my muscles screamed out in sweet relief. Just as unconsciousness was creeping in a knock came at the door.

"Yeah?" I called out, not even bothering to get out of bed.

"Hey, you want a beer? I only have a couple left. There's a good movie on TV." Dan sounded off. Perhaps he was already buzzed or something.

If it were any other night I'd probably say hell yeah, but after the day I've had I just want to go to sleep. Tomorrow I don't have work, but Sylvester laid a ton of reading on us so I cannot fall behind. Maybe I'll see what the gang is doing tomorrow night.

"Not tonight, man," I called out. "I'm way too tired."

Around nine the following morning I was awoken by a text from Ben asking if I'd like to hang out later on. The thought of all the sex we could pursue quickly left my mind when I remembered how much reading and homework I had to do. I told him I'd let him know. With that I ate breakfast and began the forty page assignment Sylvester cursed us with.

The day dragged by. I can't remember the last time I've read so much in one sitting. Not only did I do the forty pages assigned in biology, but I also caught up with history and English. My eyes and brain felt like they were completely dried out. Hours passed and my day is practically over. I texted Ben a few pages ago and so far no reply. I'm not even sure I'm up for hanging out. I'd need to shower and get ready. That just sounds awful. Honestly, a nice burrito and beer sounds quite amazing right about now.

I left all my books and papers as they lay on my desk and went out into the kitchen. Dan didn't seem to be home so I made myself a small sandwich to keep the hunger pangs away. Food may keep the hunger away, but only a man can settle the other pang I have. Really if I see Ben tonight I'd only be doing it to have sex, as crude as that sounds. I like Ben, obviously, but I'm drained from the homework and just feel like letting out a good moan whether that be topping or bottoming. Honestly, either one sounds good to me. If only Ben would reply.

I took a scalding shower while making up my mind for tonight's plans. Bottoming seemed to be out of the question now since after "cleaning" I shower to make sure I'm really "clean." Walking naked into my bedroom a small green light on my phone was flashing. Ben finally replied.

Mom wants you to cum over again ;) he wrote.

I grinned, slightly disturbed that he used cum in the same line as mom.

Don't ever use a sexual reference in the same text with your mom, freak! Hahaha

Shut up!! So are you gonna cum or what? ;)) please say yes I'm ready to burst and you're the only one who can pop me ;))))))))))

What time?

Dinner's at 6

I'll be there

Awesome! See you soon

"Well," Dan said in surprise. I gasped, and quickly wrapped my towel around my waist. "Didn't mean to shock you." He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in," I stammered nervously.

"Hey, I don't mind. You have a nice ass." Dan grinned and went into his room shutting the door behind him.

That will go down as the strangest thing he's ever said to me. What straight guy compliments another guy on their ass? Then again, compliments never hurt anyone. I dressed and drove over to Ben's. As I parked I noticed a small tractor pulling something off in the distance. Wonder if that was his dad?

Ben came outside to greet me.

"You're early," he said, hugging me quickly.

I checked my phone. "It's a quarter till."


"Right, so what's for dinner?"

"Fried chicken. It's one of mom's specialties. And we just got the chicken this morning."

"I hate buying chicken. I never know what to buy. Drumsticks or breasts or thighs or whole? So many choices!"

Ben snickered. "Yeah, that's why raising chickens is nice. You only have to choose which bird."

The way he said that made me question how he got the chicken that's for dinner.

"Are you saying that . . .?"

"Yup," he said proudly. "Killed and plucked a few hours ago. Wanna smell my fingers?"


"I'm kidding," he laughed wildly. "Of course I washed my hands after. Come on inside!"

Upon entering the house I immediately knew why Florence's specialty was fried chicken. I'm not sure what she used to cook it, but the scent was incredible. And I'm not big on fried food. He walked me into the kitchen where Florence was pulling out several chicken pieces from a massive pot of oil. Before I could scope out what else she made she attacked me.

"Travers! Come here and give me a big wet one!" Florence rushed me, planting a firm kiss on each of my cheeks. "Are you hungry?"

"I am now," I said enthusiastically. "Ben said that fried chicken is your specialty."

Florence stared at her son with a smirk. "Did he now?" Ben seemed to shrink right before my eyes. "I assure you, stud, that my fried chicken tastes delicious, but my dear son has ulterior motives for bragging about his mom's cooking."

I looked at Ben, unsure of what to do. "I'll tell you later," he mumbled. "We'll be back in a little bit, mom."

"Dinner's almost done!"

Ben pulled me out of the kitchen quickly. "I just want to show him my room." I apparently had no say in the matter. I kept up with Ben and when we made it to his room he wasted no time in feeling me up. "I've been dying for this all day." He mashed his lips against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth.

I moaned softly. "How long until dinner?"

"She said almost done, which means a matter of minutes. Not enough to deal with this." Ben squeezed the raging bulge I was packing. I moaned again. "Believe me. If there was enough time you'd already be naked. No, I'll show you around the farm after dinner and we'll have fun then."

"You're such a tease," I sighed, smiling. I just wanted to rip his pants off and go to town. Curse the bastardly wait.

Ben moved me into a corner that was hidden from the doorway. He undid my pants as I stood in expectant bliss. My raging cock was damn near begging for release. Ben understood. He fished it out of my boxers and slowly sucked on the head. I braced myself against the wall with both of my hands. My leg twitched with excitement.

"You like that?" he said in a small voice.

"Yes," I breathed out. Why is he doing this!?

"Good," he said, sucking on the head again. "I'm liking it too. I bet you want me to put your hot cock in my mouth, don't you?"


"Tell me."

"Take my cock in your mouth," I ordered. "And don't stop until you swallow my load."

"My, you're so anxious. If you want me to swallow your load you'll have to make it quick. We might not be able to finish." He stared up into my eyes while massaging the balls hanging from my dick.

"No, you're going to finish no matter what." I grasped my cock and guided it into his waiting mouth. It felt so good sliding into such a warm and moist spot. I moaned in delight. "Get busy." I've never been so domineering before. It's even turning me on.

Ben swallowed as much of my cock as he could. The gagging sounds turned me on even more, but in the back of my head I worried about being caught. The door is right next to us and it wouldn't be hard for someone to walk by and just see a peak of what was going on. I didn't even feel close to finishing. But Ben kept up a steady pace, using his hand to make up for what his mouth couldn't reach. His other hand played with my balls, occasionally going back even further and teasing certain areas. I couldn't help moaning. We should've been more quiet. Yet it's difficult to keep quiet when your dick is in someone's mouth.

I spread my legs a little wider and bent backwards slightly. I was feeling a bit more pleasure, teasing the climax, but still not close enough for when we heard footsteps running down the hallway towards us. Ben popped up like a Jack in the box. I tried stuffing my eight inch cock back into my pants, but since it couldn't fold away like an accordion it was difficult to find room. Just as I zipped up Ben's two little siblings came running into his room announcing dinner was ready. We went downstairs like nothing had happened, although I was aching to have an orgasm-or three.

Florence had plates waiting for us on the dining room table. Only six were set, though. His older siblings must not be joining us. A man straight out of a western magazine stepped out from the kitchen with a pitcher of iced tea. His cowboy hat was tilted backwards, showing off his messy brown hair. The green flannel that clung to his chest was dotted with grease. Our eyes met and I immediately knew where Ben got his eyes from-the shape, the color, the curiosity. For the oddest reason panic rose in my system. The first time meeting his dad and I was starting to sweat. Not a good first impression, I suppose. I stepped up and shook his hand, which was rough and calloused. Florence entered and told everyone to dig in.

The conversation was light and casual. His dad wanted to know a little about me, though his deep voice strained interest. Remembering Ben telling me that his dad seemed to still be uneasy about the idea of his son being gay, I didn't take it too personally. Besides, the more gay people he meets the quicker he'll accept them. He's at least putting in the effort to get to know his son's boyfriend. Well, fuck buddy. No, friend with benefits. That's less degrading.

Once everyone finished eating Florence served us a hefty portion of strawberry rhubarb crumble. I don't know how I finished everything, but I've noticed my appetite has been skyrocketing lately. But I made no fuss about her food. It was all so delicious. Lucky Ben eats like that nightly and still has the tight body of an Olympic swimmer. Must be from all of the farm work. That has to burn hundreds of calories, more than enough to make up for an unhealthy meal every night. As we finished up Florence told us she'd handle the dishware. I thanked her for the meal and Ben practically carried me from the house.

"Come on! I never thought we'd be done!" he said in an exhausted way. "I'll show you some of the farm."

"Okay, okay," I chuckled, feeling my boner coming back.

"There's a perfect spot where you can give me a second helping of dessert." Ben winked at me. "We'll take my UTV." We walked around the house to the garage. As the door slid open I counted five UTVs parked neatly in formation. "This grey one is mine. Dad wanted to buy me this cheesy camo one, but I was like no way. And he really flipped when I told him I wanted an electric one instead of gas. I mean, the electric was roughly the same price so why not? Plus, we wouldn't always have to have extra gas lying around"

"So he caved in?"

"Not because of my logic," he laughed. "Mom convinced him. It was right around the time I came out so dad and I were constantly butting heads anyways. Fighting like crazy. Mom finally came to my rescue. He bought me it that week and it turns out my logic proved correct. The others are gas and need more maintenance than mine. Dad won't openly admit it, though."

"Well, you have it. That's what counts."

"Yep," he said, fumbling with the power cord. He unplugged it and hopped into the driver's seat. "Let's roll." I sat in the passenger seat and waited to go. He tried turning the key several times, but the UTV wouldn't start up. Ben checked the amp meter and everything was full. "Oh, duh!"

"Figure it out?"

He pressed the brake pedal and turned the key. A minor whirring noise signaled the proper ignition. "Forgot I had to do that." With the flick of a switch the darkness was bathed in bright white light. "Now let's roll!"

"Was there a lot of tension during dinner or was that just me?" I asked as we rode along.

"No, there was definite tension," he grinned. "Tonight was the first time I've ever brought a boy home. I mean, minus the first night you met mom. But dad hasn't ever seen me with another guy." Ben seemed to almost take satisfaction in making his dad uncomfortable. I wonder if there's some underlying resentment going on.

"Gee, thanks for experimenting with me."

"Oh, buck up, buttercup. I wasn't actually using you . . . at least not yet." A quick squeeze of my half-hard cock and I dropped the subject.

"At least he didn't seem too uncomfortable."

"Yeah," Ben scoffed. "He has come a long way. I give him credit for that. Time is the only thing that can heal or influence people."

"True that," I sighed. "So what was your mom talking about earlier? About your ulterior motive?"

He laughed. "Oh, that. Um, I've been begging them to help me buy a car. I'm tired of always using theirs. Either I use mom's little Chevy or dad's giant truck. Both don't suit me."

"Are you making progress with the begging?"

Rolling his eyes, he said, "Hardly. My older sister and brothers had to buy their own cars when they were my age-ish. My parents want me to do the same. I'm not saying I want it handed to me, but it's hard to save up enough money nowadays, you know? Shit's just too expensive, even a little used car. I'm not asking for much."

The stench of animal dung was minimal near the house, but the closer we got to the large barn the more acrid it became. All part of a farm's charm, I suppose. One of the pens we came upon was littered with several goats. Some black, some grey, but they were all small. I could barely see that two of them had small horns protruding from their head. A large wooden shack was standing next to the goat pen. Chickens, Ben told me. I figured there must have been dozens in a coop that size. Further away from the goats and chickens was an empty pen surrounded by two light posts that looked like they belonged in a stadium, not a farm. And right near the empty pen was the barn.

"I'll show you our horses first," Ben said, coming to a gentle stop close to the barn doors.

"Believe it or not, I've never actually seen a horse up close."

"Really? So you've never ridden one?" I shook my head. "Well damn. You'll have to come back soon and we'll put you on one. We can go riding in the hills."

"Sounds like a plan."

Ben unlocked the doors and pulled one of them open. I slid inside and waited. He flicked a few switches and the barn was lit in a soft glow. The horses had their heads sticking out of their individual enclosures. They were staring at us intently.

"The last three we've had since my older brothers were in diapers. The brown one is Charlie. The brown and spotted one is Echo. That black one is Chap and this one here," he said, running his hand up and down a dark brown's snout, "is Westen. He's mine."

Rubbing the horse's head, I suddenly realized Ben doesn't know what happened between me and Dan. He's going to shit himself. Then again, perhaps he doesn't need to know. I'd hate to break the trust of Dan, who probably wouldn't want anyone to know he let a gay guy blow him. It's not like Ben has anyone to tell, but the guilt of gossiping overpowers the thrill of a straight conquest. Eh, Dan won't ever find out. Ben can be trusted. Besides, what's a friendship without trust?

"So, I've got this crazy story to tell you."

Ben glanced at me. "Uh huh."

"Remember you told me to let you know if Dan and I ever had sex?"

"Shut up!" Ben practically screamed, scaring Westen. "You did not!"

"Well, I blew him," I said matter-of-factly.

"I knew it. I knew you two would do something. How was it? Is he big?"

"I've had better, but it wasn't bad. He's, eh, average. Didn't cum a lot, either."

Ben smirked, nodding his head. "Well now you'll have to get him into bed."

"Yeah, about that . . ." I chuckled. "Earlier I was getting dressed and he commented that I had a nice ass."

"Oh, Travers! You've already got him then! All you have to do is act on it. Are you gonna?"

"Have you seen him? Of course I'm going to!" We shared a laugh. "But for now I'm going to have you. I've been craving this since your bedroom. Where can we go?"

Taking my hand, he said, "This way."

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