Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 22:29:00 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Ferret chapter 10 Feedback is more than welcome. I love to receive emails from anyone and everyone so please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter "Ferret" somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Any criticism is also welcome as I don't want to let the story get stale and always want fresh input. If any of you, the readers, have ideas or suggestions about a plot, however big or small, please let me know and I will look into it. Condensed Disclaimer. (as you should have read the one in the prologue!) WARNING! WARNING! This story contains situations where boys find themselves expressing desires for homosexual relationships. 1. Under age to do this, don't! (Unless you really want to but don't hold me responsible if your folks find out!) 2. Not allowed to read this where you live. Move! Find somewhere more liberated than the bunch of bigots you live with at the mo! 3. Not gay? Don't like gay stories? Why you here then? Leave, unless you want to be enlightened. 4. This ain't real! 5. This story is mine. I've been at it for over a year now so please show me respect and don't post it anywhere without asking me first. Thanks. Previously In Ferret I put the phone down and turned to see a smiling Billy coming out of the study. He flashed me an okay sign before heading back upstairs. "Dad, can you take me round Ben's in about fifteen please?" I asked. "Sure thing, just let me speak with Bobby and you go put a decent set of clothes on," he said, swatting me on the backside. I grimaced slightly, which he saw. "Sorry Matt, I forgot you'd been caned," Dad said, rubbing my shoulders. I ran upstairs and put on my nicest Ben Sherman shirt and a pair of three quarter length shorts. I fiddled with my hair to make sure it was spiked to perfection, earning a giggle from Billy who had walked in the bathroom to clean his hands after doing his art homework. "You look dressed to thrill Fez," he said. "Hope so," I told him. "I really wanna make a good impression with Ben. He's not like the other kids in my year, he's not afraid of the Blacks and what people think if he hangs with me." I got a hug from Billy as Chris was yelling at me to get a move on. I ran downstairs and put on my trainers and bundled myself into Chris's BMW and we sped off towards the Hurst's house. Chapter Ten. I waved bye to Chris as he dropped me outside Ben's house. The front door was already open as Ben stood in the doorway. I smiled at the sight of him. He had a salmon pink tight t-shirt and black cargo shorts that stopped just below his pale knees. Black trainer socks completed the package, and little Matt certainly appreciated the picture. "Hey Cane boy," he greeted me with a giggle. "How ya doing sorry ass boy," I retorted, as I brushed past him to enter his house. I felt a shock pass through my body as our bare arms lightly and briefly touched. A tall, stocky man came out of the kitchen and smiled at me. "You must be the prize fighter I've heard so much about then," Mr Hurst said, keeping the grin on his face. "Um, yes sir," I replied politely. I do have manners you know. Just that I don't use them much. "Please call me Jim," Jim said. He reached out his hand and I took it, shaking it firmly. A trick that Chris had taught me, business men like a firm handshake. I studied Ben's Dad for a moment, and immediately saw likenesses in the two of them. The hair and eyes were the same, although Jim was tanned whereas Ben wasn't. I mentally shook myself out of a trance and, after accepting the offer of some cokes, the two of us headed up to Ben's room. I pushed the door open nervously and stepped into my angel's lair. The room was, I was pleased to see, messy like mine is. I spotted a pair of dirty briefs and some socks on the floor, which when Ben saw me looking, flushed and scooted over and kicked them under the bed. There was a Manchester United quilt on his bed, and pictures of the team pinned on a couple of the walls. There were also lots of pictures of McFly and the Backstreet Boys, along with some of the younger Leo Di Capprio when he was hot. Ben sat on his bed and patted the spot next to it. "So, do you wanna play some games or watch a dvd?" he asked. "How about we talk and listen to some music instead?" I replied. He shrugged and hit the remote to his stereo and, of course, McFly's greatest hits started playing. I turned my nose up, which brought a punch from Ben. "Hey! They're good you know!" Ben said, defending them. "Good looking maybe, but come on, it's cheesy pop rock! You'll be telling me you have the Same Difference album next," I joked. I saw a flush creep up his face. "NO WAY!" I doubled over on his bed in laughter. "They were like the most annoying group ever on the X Factor, and they were way to close to be a normal brother and sister. Must be incest going on there!" Ben did actually have to agree with me on that point, but still, he had their album, a fact that could give me ammunition for weeks! We both settled down, and I saw Ben's face get serious. "I guess you have guessed, with all of this, that I'm gay," he said softly. "If you don't want to know me, then that's fine..." I shushed him. "The shower thing was a big hint ya know." I leaned into him and kissed him softly on the lips. "I think I am as well, but I do know one thing for certain, I really like you Ben." The uncertainty left his face and was replaced by a huge grin. He leaned in to kiss me again, but I pulled away. I saw confusion in his eyes. History and confession time I guessed had arrived. "Ben, before we get into something, there's stuff you need to know about me. Please let me tell it, and then you can decide what you want to do." "What do you mean, what I want to do?" he replied. "There's a lot of history that I'm gonna tell ya, and you may not want to start anything with me after you know what I've done." I whispered to him. He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. "I think I'm falling for you Matt, and it would take something huge to make me not want to spend time with you." Here goes then, I thought. "About four years ago, I hit the streets coz my Mom died. I didn't know who was my Dad, and I joined a gang. To survive, we did lots of things that were against the law. I stole things, set up burglaries, lifted peoples wallets and the like. Some of the gang slept with people for money, and others sold drugs." "Billy and Bobby were in the gang weren't they," Ben guessed. "That's why Ethan was going on as he was today. They did stuff for money." "Yeah, they did. They liked it and it paid well, so they kept doing it. I never did, mainly because I was too young to know really what they were doing, not that men didn't offer them money to get me to go along with them." Ben hugged me to show he still was okay with me, so I continued. "We left the gang after one of them was going to rape me, to introduce me into being a prossie, but Billy had heard him talk about it, and followed him and killed him. He was Keith's cousin, Keith ran the gang. Anyway, that's when we met Chris. He took us home, fed us and took us in. He adopted us a year later, just over a year ago." "Does he, like, maybe do any of you?" Ben asked. I suppose I should have seen the question coming, but it caught me by surprise, and because I didn't answer straight away, I must have confirmed Ben's suspicions. "It's Billy isn't it," he guessed. "I could see the difference in the way you and Bobby talked about your Dad, but Billy only ever called him Chris. Man, I wonder what it feels like, getting fucked by a man." "It hurts so bad you think someone is shoving a telegraph pole up your butt," I answered before realizing. I saw Ben staring at me. "I thought you said you'd never done it." I shook my head. "I said I hadn't sold myself. My mother's pimp raped me before I left home. I was eight, and couldn't stop him." I could feel wetness start to roll down my face, but then a flood of anger washed over me. Ben must have seen the conflicting emotions and he grabbed hold of me again, and pulled me down so we were laying on the bed. He held me in his arms, softly stroking my side. "There's more, if you want to hear it," I whispered. "I want to know all about you, Matt, because I want to love you." Now how was I supposed to react to that eh? I teared up again slightly, wiped my nose on the back of my hand and continued to tell Ben about life with Chris, taking a deep breath before explaining about the situation with Bobby and me and the casual sex, finishing off with the events of this afternoon. I felt Ben's body stiffen when I admitted to having sex with Billy, and wondered if it was the right thing to do, especially when he broke his hold on me and sat up. I looked at his face and body language, and couldn't get a feeling of what he was thinking. "Ben?" I said. "I told you everything because I want us to have no secrets if we are gonna get together. Is that still possible?" Ben looked at me and I saw a tear roll down his cheek. Man have I blown it? He pulled me up to him and took my head in both of his hands and kissed me full on the lips. I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue probe to enter. I moved my arms around his body and drew him into me. We kissed for a few moments, although it felt like hours to me, before he broke off, gasping slightly. "You really love Billy and Bobby don't ya?" he asked. "I'd die for either of them." I relied. "They have saved my life a number of times, and they're the only people I know who would die to save me. I'd do anything for them." Ben looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm glad you told me everything, and I'm really sorry you've had a crappy start. I'm not gonna tell you my life coz it's so boring compared to yours." I smiled at his words, but insisted on him telling me his story. Like him, I wanted to know him, my possible new boyfriend. Ben told me about his early childhood, his Mum dying a few years back and how it made his Dad and him grow closer. So close that he had no fears of coming out to his Dad last year, and his Dad accepting it. "Shit, does that mean he knows what we're up to up here?" I blurted. "No, he thinks I'm fucking the brains out of you," Ben giggled. "Seriously, he wouldn't have a problem with us being together, but he doesn't know we, um like, like each other. He thinks we're gaming as that's all I ever seem to do. Despite how I played today at rugby, I'm not really into sport." "You kidding me right?" I said, stunned. "You killed at fly half today. Man you should have seen Kenny Masters' face when you were kicking today." I saw his ego respond to being massaged, and decided that I'd do that whenever I could. Of course there was something else of his I'd like to massage. However, Ben had already flicked on his tv and his PS3 and we were soon in battle as Manchester United pitted Ben's skills against my Liverpool side. I know, I know, why is a London lad supporting Liverpool you ask? Well, Stevie Gerrard and Fernando Torres may have a lot to do with that! I couldn't believe it when it seemed only a few minutes later that Jim was knocking on the door, telling us to pack up and that it was time for him to drive me home. Ben switched off the console and we stood facing each other. A moment of awkwardness overcame us, before we both started to say something at the same time. This caused us both to laugh. I motioned for Ben to start. "Matt, I think I am falling for you, but we will need to keep it quiet at school I'm guessing." I nodded my agreement. "The Blacks would rip us to shreds if they found out." I leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. Man I was getting used to the feel of them lips already and decided I wanted the feel of them as much as possible. Another shout from Jim got us moving downstairs. I pulled on my trainers and could see Ben's disappointed when his Dad told him he couldn't come in the car to take me back. "See you tomorrow then Matt," he said softly. "Yeah dude, don't forget your rugby kit for practice." We touched fists and with one last look at my angel, I turned and left his house. I got into the front of Jim's Audi TT, and he pulled off having programmed in our postcode into his satnav. We made small talk all the way back home, despite the fact I could sense Jim wanting to ask more. I decided that I wasn't quite ready to come out to Jim so I kept quiet about the big subject. I waved bye to him as he dropped me off in front of our house and I wandered in through the front door to be ambushed by Billy and Bobby. End of chapter. Hi everyone, hope you all enjoyed the new chapter. Sorry it's been a while and sorry it's not a long one, but hey! At least I've popped one out for you eh!