Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2019 19:45:18 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Twenty-Nine Do As You're Told Chapter Twenty-Nine: I Don't Know If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. FRIDAY 29TH MARCH 2019 "Robin said I should fight back and say no. And I am saying no. I'm saying no to you just like I said no to him. I don't want your help," Adam said simply. "This isn't over," Arthur said eventually. So far Adam's reprieve from further discussion or haranguing had lasted two days. Adam had half expected Arthur to harass him every day until he agreed to say more and do something about his problems but his friend had let it be. There was awkwardness to their banter - or so it seemed - or perhaps Adam imagined there was because his expectations were burdened by the revelations he had shared. Most strongly, Adam felt Arthur's disapproval; Adam had big problems, serious problems, and he was ignoring them. Arthur disapproved because he was scared for Adam. Still, Adam said nothing more and Arthur didn't raise the issue. They left school together but neither of the boys made overtures about spending time together over the weekend. Again this was not totally out of the ordinary - with school ending soon and studying to do and exams on the way and coursework to finish and homework to do, there wasn't always time to spend with one another. A little paranoia needled at Adam that Arthur was passive aggressively punishing him for not standing up for himself against his oppressors. Except that wouldn't be like Arthur at all. "Are you mad at me? I don't want you to be mad at me," Adam said, finally breaking the unspoken rule not to talk about their disagreement. "I'm not mad at you, Adam," Arthur said; "I think you're making the wrong choice and things will only get harder not easier... but you've made it clear you can't fight back yet. When you're ready, I'll be there for you. Because you're my best friend and I love you." "Arthur..." Adam said in a tone that translated to "Shh, someone might hear you." No-one nearby had heard them or paid them any attention at all. "Always worrying about what people think about you," Arthur said reproachfully. "Sorry," Adam muttered. "I'll see you Monday," Art said and then walked away. Adam had even more things on his mind than just school. He'd been informed that he had work to do at Boy Appétit so he rushed home to shower and shave, cracked on with a few hours of homework and ate a half a microwave dinner - his appetite diminished by the thought of the shift ahead. The problem was a feeling came over him quite suddenly, without warning. His heart would race, pounding in his temples and his jugular; his hands would shake and he'd feel tears on his cheeks as if someone else had sneaked them there. Was this panic? Adam couldn't breathe. He covered his mouth to cover the sound of sobbing so that even he didn't hear it and then the feeling would gradually fade like a receding tide, carrying with it the feelings he had. It was best to distract himself - with music, with TV, with homework. Adam didn't mind keeping busy and ploughing on ahead with things - it distracted him from the panic and shame that overwhelmed him at random moments. Yet the dread could sneak up on Adam like a thought-ninja that suddenly reminded him of the feel of the cable ties around his wrists and the way Micah... What Micah did! Deep breaths, some sobbing, then deep breaths. In the shower Adam washed his arse again, multiple times, to lather and rinse away Micah's vile intrusion. It was never clean. It was still there like the mark that worried Lady MacBeth: out damn'd spot. Adam showered long, inspired my Charlie Chaplin; like walking in the rain, the shower was a refuge, because no-one could see him cry. Adam arrived at Boy Appétit and made it to the staff room where he sat down to wait for Teddy to give him his attire for the night. While he waited, the other boys took turns changing in privacy. Logan emerged wearing boots with black briefs and a black waistcoat; Brodie sported trainers with short white athletic shorts and a very tight white vest; Brock was came out dressed in trainers with black Lycia shorts and black mesh t-shirt. Adam had to admit they looked hot. "Adam, I thought tonight you could wear a matching outfit with our newest recruit," said Teddy. "He had his induction a few nights ago." Adam didn't even have enough time to reach the inevitable conclusion before Shiro walked into the staff room. "I'll bring you both your outfits. Go into the changing room and get undressed," Teddy instructed. It was usually the first portent of doom for Adam to be told to strip, but just this once he was in a hurry for the privacy in which to find out why the hell Shiro was there - and also get undressed, obviously. As soon as the door of the changing room was closed and Adam and Shiro were inside, Adam whirled around to question his lover. "Why are you here?" Adam asked. "Fine dining?" suggested Shiro facetiously. "Why are you really here," asked Adam, tickled but the retort but the joke quickly dispelling. "The social experience?" Shiro said with a hint of a smile. "Don't be spurious," Adam replied; he put his hands on Shiro's shoulders and asked mournfully: "What happened?" "I had to come," Shiro admitted. "Why? Mr Anonymous got in touch with you three weeks ago and you told him to fuck right off. What changed?" Adam enquired. "He didn't threaten me, Adam. I came to protect you," Shiro answered. Adam turned away in embarrassment and guilt and more shame. Now he'd dragged someone else into this but he still didn't know what to do; how or if he could resist. No way out, no way forward, no way back. "Adam, I really wouldn't care if the pictures or video of me were shared but the one's of you..." Shiro paused while Adam turned back to look at him; "It seems pretty important to you that all that stuff stays secret. And I understand that. Working here is a small price to pay." "A small price," Adam muttered. "What?" Shiro asked, unable to hear the words. Adam once thought complying with Mr Anonymous was small price to pay and look where he ended up. "You shouldn't have done this for me," Adam told Shiro in a quiet voice. "Adam, this isn't just about you," Shiro replied. "I'm fond of you don't get me wrong," Shiro gave a cheeky grin; "But the truth is I like showing off a bit and I'm getting paid and some boys work here even without the blackmail so I'm trying to see it as no big deal." There was a knock at the door and Teddy poked his head in; "Here's your outfits. Hurry up and get undressed. No need for underwear, obviously." Teddy passed in their outfits and closed the door. Checking out what they had been given, Shiro changed his mind. "Ok, so it's a bit of a deal," Shiro said with a laugh. Shiro and Adam had been given black mesh singlets with yellow piping. The lower part of the singlet fit like short and tight shorts, exposing most of the thigh and hugging their buttocks; the upper part exposed their entire chests and abdomen and backs. It was scooped so low that their pubic hair exploded in a dark flurry of curly shorthairs that made for a truly humiliating touch. The only part of their upper bodies that was covered was by the two centimetre wide shoulder straps which rested on the outside edge of their nipples. At the back, the traps joined just below the nape of the neck to become one strap that was only slightly broader, which descended the centre of their backs and ended at the coccyx where it met their inadequately covered buttocks. Their penises bulged in the black fabric that was perforated with small holes; the mesh allowed their skin to show through so that no part of their body was properly covered. Adam and Shiro were acutely aware their buttocks, penises and testes could be seen through the mesh. The worst part was whenever they moved they discovered a new humiliating and exhibiting failure in the costume. If they leaned back, the back strap slackened to reveal more of their teenage asses. If they leaned forward, the straps at the front slackened and parted several centimetres from their chests; worst still, it loosened the waistband to make the contents of the crotch easier to see. The top of their pubes already peeked out but leaning forward - to collect or give out meals or to dispense menus for example - really put the whole bush and cock root on show. Their penises filled a pouch built into the crotch of the singlet but since neither of them was entirely soft, the fabric stretched reveal the colour of their skin through the wide mesh. They would discover what happened to the costume if they got hard... "You still have a chance to walk away from this," Adam insisted to Shiro. "Once you do this, you might never get out of it." "I know a boy who knows a boy who worked here and only wore a G-string and sandals," Shiro said as if that explained anything. "I wouldn't have chosen this but I know your reputation means a lot to you and you're not ready to resist so until then I'll be right beside you. That's what boyfriends are for, right?" Arthur had said something similar - about not being ready to resist. It was curious that Adam now felt so comfortable in his sexuality while just a few hours ago he'd admonished Arthur for his affection. Adam thought he'd detected a slight quiver over the word "boyfriend" as if he doubted the word or perhaps feared that Adam did not share the boyfriend identity. Shiro placed a reassuring hand on Adam's arm and his other hand found Adam bare thigh. "Right," Adam agreed and managed a smile. There was a ring of truth in Shiro's rationale. Adam guiltily admitted - only to himself - that he too would never have chosen this work but he got a thrill at Boy Appétit. The admiration was flattering and the adoration of the clientele was genuine. Their interest, unlike Micah's and Mr Anonymous' was not malicious. Adam tried to bare this in mind when the men here touched him. Even the thought of Micah touching him made Adam's skin crawl but Shiro's touches and the touches of the diners was electrifying, calming and pleasing. They didn't get a chance to discuss it because it was time reveal themselves. Teddy, Logan, Brock and Brodie were delighted with the outfits. Indeed, they actually seemed a little jealous of the amount of skin on show. The more skin on show the better the tips and all other boys working here were by choice showing off - mostly for the good tips. Brodie and Brock even huddled to consider dumping their t-shirts and vests to expose more skin. Needless to say, Adam and Shiro were a big hit. The outfits were novel and the fact they showed so much without revealing the full teenage prize inside was part of its attraction. Adam wondered if the men would feel different about lusting over him if they knew he was seventeen rather than the eighteen he was supposed to be - he rather suspected not. Like any other night there was gentle caresses of his bare skin - the front and back of his meaty thighs, his abs, nipples and his back. Adam was acutely aware of his long legs, his feet covered only by a pair of soft black trainers that exposed his ankles. The restaurant was warm and running around all night had started to make him feel sweaty so the singlet was moist - particularly the pouch that snugly held his penis and testicles. Some customers had questions about the menu and used it as an opportunity to grope and it was as he leaned over to clarify a few options that Adam felt a hand on his ass. "Just ignore it," said the man who had laid his menu on the table so Adam had to lean over to read it; "Now tell me about the soup of the day." Adam tried to concentrate but the hand slipped a finger into the crack of his arse and because he was bent over and the fabric was taut over his buttocks, the touch felt almost as if his skin was bare. Adam felt his cock start to rise and willed it to stop by focusing on the question about the vegetarian options. "No, the streak is not a veggie option," Adam said. He wasn't sure if it was a deliberately stupid question to prolong the groping or if the man was actually that stupid. Adam suddenly felt the hand that had been rubbing his arse slip inside the singlet so he really was touching bare skin. Adam looked over his shoulder to see a young man in his early twenties - he had pale features and short ginger hair, he was average height but slim and his pink lips stood out against his fair skin. Adam gasped as he man behind him slipped a finger into his hole. Adam wasn't sure how to feel about it. After the way Micah had violated him, it felt wrong to feel aroused or ok with the unsolicited contact. Was he a freak for feeling excited? Was one allowed to carry on and be sexually excited after Micah... did what he did? "Can you tell me if the pepper sauce is very hot or not?" asked the accomplice with the stupid questions. Adam couldn't even answer the question because his gaze fell to the same place as everyone else; his cock had exploded to a full erection and stuck straight out. There was now a five centimetre (two inches) gap between his waist and the waistband of his singlet. Adam stopped leaning over the menu and stood up straight to allow the fingering man to pass him and retake his seat. The finger slipped out without Adam deciding if he felt violated or delighted. Or both. "Don't adjust that big dick of yours," whispered the slim, fair skinned man with pink lips and a smelly finger. Adam knew that everyone sitting in the restaurant would be able to look inside the singlet and see his six and half inch cock, the root partially hidden by his pubes but somehow the hair was even more embarrassing than the skin. Adam was consoled slightly to see that Shiro had the same problem, though he seemed quite blasé about the public erection and strutted around, bolstered by the attention. Shiro laughed effortlessly as his yellow-tinged skin was casually stroked by a man returning from the bathroom - hopefully he had washed his hands. Brodie, Brock and Teddy also appeared to be sporting half-hard cocks. Adam wished he had paid more attention to his workmates the last few times he'd worked at Boy Appétit - then he might know if his treatment was normal or if popping a boner was out of the ordinary and worthy of ridicule. There was no ridicule anyway; in fact tips for the night were doubling. Adam carried on like this for a while, his cock ebbing and flowing between hard and semi-hard. Soon he was called over to the table near the door, a boy at the table waving to catch his attention. As Adam approached, he thought the boy looked familiar and realised too late who he was. Jordi was Micah's friend and only when Adam got close enough did he realise the boy was blocking the view of Micah himself. Evan, another friend of Micah's was sitting opposite them. "Wow, is it hotter than usual in here tonight?" asked Jordi. Even at the best of times Adam felt embarrassed when he was called to serve this table because it was right next to the entrance and exit which was an (almost) entirely glass door. Moreover it was a window table and the windows overlooked a road where passing motorists - or rather their passengers since motorists should be paying attention to the road - could catch a glimpse of the scantily clad boys at work. Sometimes they got a toot of appreciation (or mockery) from passing cars. "You know I can nearly see your dick in that outfit? It's see-through," Evan said with a grin. "Have you decided what you're having?" Adam asked, hoping to keep things professional. "My friend is right; it is hotter in here tonight. You should take the shoulder straps off," Micah suggested. "Please..." Adam said. "Oh, cool, are you going to beg?" Micah teased gently. Adam was used to reading subtext and knew Micah was telling him he could plead all he wanted; he was going to be exposed tonight. Thus, Adam said no more. Micah's smile hadn't budged while Adam thought and Jordi and Evan continued to look at him with eyes that glowed with hope of seeing him nude again. Not long ago, Adam had felt delighted - not violated, he decided. And now Adam knew that all resistance to Micah (who had violated him) and Mr Anonymous (who sought to destroy him) was gone. Adam slipped his hands through the shoulder straps just below the nipples and then slipped his whole arms though; with a silent ping, the straps dropped from his shoulders and dropped so the loops dangled at the back of his knees. Adam's cock was half hard, but now the whole singlet was pulled down just lightly by the tension of dangling straps. Logically Adam knew the only change in his physical appearance was the absence of thin straps on either side of his chest and a strap up his back but he felt even more exposed. His shoulders were bare, as were his chest and back and his abs and pubic region. How could this get worse? Adam took the boys order and set off for the kitchen. He was acutely aware of the whole restaurant looking at him - stealing attention from the other boys. As he walked, the straps continued to weigh down the crotch of the singlet - pulling down at the hips and the ass so his crack peeked into view. "Adam, what are you doing?" asked Teddy. "I was too hot. I'm just trying to cool down," Adam said. It was a weak argument but all he had and Teddy just grinned at him like he was mad. "Man, I think we need to admit defeat," said Brodie, peeking into Adam's singlet. "Yup. There's no way we're competing with those balls," Brock agreed. Flattery rejoined the melee of emotions and it gave Adam strength. He tried to remind himself there was only one person here whose intentions were malevolent. The pair gave Adam an admiring nod and set off to see what they could do to still garner tips, even if they weren't as generous as the one's Adam was going to get. "Why are you really doing it?" whispered Shiro as he collected a drinks order. "The boys by the window... One of them is Micah, the boy who is controlling me," Adam said and then said no more. When his hands were full with plates or drinks, it got even worse because the gentle caressing of the customers caused his cock to chub and harden again. Without the shoulder straps, his cock pointed down so when it stiffened it pushed the crotch of the singlet down another inch. The root of his cock was now in plain sight, much to Adam's shame and the customers delight. Adam avoided the table by the window as long as possible, which wasn't long. He had spotted Micah trading places with Jordi so now he was on the outside seat, the one Adam would be closest to. Adam carried over their food and hoped they would not have any additional demands on his services. "Enjoy your meals," Adam said. Adam turned to walk away, which was when it all went down. Literally. It all went down because Micah gently held the dangling straps of the singlet and lowered his hand to the floor at the exact same moment as Adam stepped briskly away... The singlet fell below Adam's knees and despite being tight around his thighs and crotch, fell with remarkable ease all the way to his ankles. Micah let go of the shoulder straps - which were now stretched taut - just as Adam lifted his foot to take another step forward; the whole outfit shot forward, off his feet and fired across the room and under a nearby table. It all happened so fast that Adam took long seconds to register his total and unconcealed nudity as he faced the centre of the room in front of the paying customers of Boy Appétit. The men looked at him with slack jawed awe. Adam's hefty, half hard cock was finally in view; they had spent hours admiring his body, his skin showing through the mesh of an outfit that barely covered anything. And now he was naked. Adam clamped his hands over his penis but his ass was still on show to Micah and his friends, the car park and the road. "I think your clothes went under that table," said Jordi helpfully - leaning past Micah to watch the show and point. "Maybe you should get on your hands and knees and crawl after it?" Evan proposed. "Do as you're told, Adam," said Micah. Micah looked at his friends with pride that they were getting into the spirit of things. It was of (very) little comfort that Adam knew there was no cruelty in their suggestions which were fuelled by horny appreciation of a naked seventeen year old boy. Adam was - in some ways - all too happy to go after his outfit: 1) to get it back and, 2) to move away from the window overlooking the car park and road. He knew he was unlikely to be seen from the road but the risk was still there. Adam dropped to his knees at which point he had to remove his hands from his penis. On his hands and knees, Adam crawled towards the table ahead of him where his singlet had shot under. The whole restaurant had stopped eating to watch him crawl naked across the floor, his cock and balls dangling beneath him and his bare back shiny under the lights and the humiliation. Those with the happiest view were the ones who could watch his ass which was stuck up in the air as he edged forward. The men at the table ahead of him could see his dick droop invitingly, a bead of pre-cum suspended from the tip. Adam focussed on the table and was about to reach out for his singlet when one of the men's feet knocked it farther under and almost out of reach - he'd have to crawl between their legs now. Adam was saved from this by a young man in the middle of the table, where four men were sat on each side, reaching under the table and picking up the singlet. Adam stood up; bring himself and his penis back into view of everyone, and walked up to the young man. The table had a sign in the middle indicating an eighteenth birthday and he was the youngest one there. The eighteen year old looked quite delighted to be at eye level with a half-hard boy-cock. Adam put out his hand for the singlet; "Can I have it back please?" "How do I know it's yours?" he asked. There was some guffawing at this. "Come on, you saw me wearing that a few minutes ago," Adam pleaded - he covered his penis with his hands. "But I also saw that cute Asian boy wearing one just like it. So it could belong to any number of people who work here," pointed out the birthday boy. Adam had no reply for this but was saved from thinking of one by the arrival of Teddy. "I'm sorry about this sir," Teddy apologised to the men at the table; "I'm the floor manager tonight. I hope we haven't ruined your meal?" Teddy was actually apologising for Adam being naked rather than doing anything about his nudity? There was an edge in Teddy's voice that suggested he was serious. Adam shuffled nervously, aware that while his penis and testes were covered, his bare bum was still displayed and absolutely everyone was craning to look at it. "We really do not encourage open nudity here. This is a respectable establishment..." Teddy continued after an embarrassed look at Adam. "It's quite alright. My friend would be happy to accept your apology and the sexy outfit as compensation," said the eldest at the table - himself less than thirty years old. "Oh, I don't know. I think Adam should get..." Teddy started to say. He was interrupted by a call from behind; "...up on the table and let everyone see him properly." "This respectable establishment is a tease. We all love it. We'd all love it more for the cock tease to deliver," said the birthday boy. Teddy looked at Adam and then at a table that had been cleared just before his nudity had begun. "Get up on that table and do whatever you're asked. I won't have you besmirching Boy Appetite's reputation," Teddy said seriously. Adam looked back at Micah who had planned his nudity but clearly had no control over what would happen next - he seemed happy with the result. Adam walked to the cleared table, put a foot up on a spare chair and stood up on it. Then he stepped up onto the tabletop and looked around the restaurant - every single person could see him. "Make it hard, kid." "Jerk it." Jerk it. Jerk it. Jerk it. Jerk it. Adam swallowed his shame and put his hand on his penis. Within a few minutes he was hard and he knew the fastest way out of this was just to cum. Unfortunately, Adam was told to slow down - by Micah of course - to prolong his exhibition. "Touch yourself." Adam obeyed and allowed his free hand to wander across his body. He spotted the scantily-clad boys, including Shiro, looking at him with total amazement while his hand caressed his abs and chest. Adam's finger gently tweaked a nipple. His hand dropped to his legs, where it touched his inner thigh and moved in towards the perineum and the pleasure spots therein. It was as Adam pulled his hand around to finger his ass that another call came from Micah's table. "Someone eat his ass." There were catcalls and giggles from the customers but Adam felt Shiro approach before he even took his first step. Sure enough, Shiro approached and with Adam standing upright on the table, his ass was at the perfect height for Shiro standing on the floor. He was still wearing his singlet but he was clearly hard, which pushed out the crotch and when Adam looked down he could see into the costume. It made Adam's cock pulse to see Shiro hard and exposed like that. Adam turned to present his ass to Shiro's mouth and moments late he felt a hot breath on his anus. His skin was slick with sweat and was about to be slaked with saliva too as Shiro put out his tongue and lapped all the way up the crack of Adam's arse. "Put your hand behind your head." Adam did so automatically, exposing his armpits to the room while continuing to carefully jerk his cock as his ass was eaten. Adam quivered as Shiro's hands pared his cheeks so the talented tongue could probe the hole. Adam was weak at the knees when Shiro kissed and slurped his ass and pressed his lips tightly to the ring before pushing a tongue inside. Adam struggled not to cum while Shiro gave him a very public rim job. "Cum on his face," called the birthday boy. Adam knew his audience had been watching him stave off ejaculating for ten minutes already. He looked at Shiro, whose mouth was getting tired, who nodded. Thus Adam turned around and jerked his cock until he shot hot spunk into Shiro's face. It was hardly an intimate gesture at the best of times, never mind with an audience in triple digits. However, it felt amazing and Adam finally had release and although he would have preferred it not to be so public, it was a very happy moment. Adam was glad it was finally over. "Blow the other guy. Blow the other guy." If Adam thought it was over, the customers did not agree. Adam stepped down off the table and kissed Shiro's cheek. "You don't have to do this. Micah will be satisfied now that I've been mortified," Adam whispered. "I demand satisfaction," Shiro said with a big smile. Horniness had won and sexual release now dominated his mind rather than humiliation. Shiro stood up on the table - taking Adam's place - and his penis was at mouth level. Adam remained naked but Shiro still had on the mesh singlet. Adam put his mouth to the cloth and liked the cock contained inside. Adam made his lips and tongue good and wet while getting to work on the mesh-covered cock. Pre-cum leaked though, the salty-sweet cock leak made Adam's dick hard again and Shiro's hard-on throbbed at the attention. "Lose the outfit." Adam didn't look to see who had called. It didn't matter and he was busy sucking cock. Shiro slipped the straps off his shoulders and pushed the singlet down at the hips. The singlet dropped to a pool at Shiro's ankles and his bare dick bobbed in front of Adam's face. Adam licked the tip and then grasped the shaft in his hand. Adam slipped his lips over the head of Shiro's cock and worked back and forth across the sensitive knob. Instinctively, Shiro's hands fell to the back of Adam's head, his finger working through Adam's hair. Adam felt the cock deep in his mouth and the sound of the rapt audience was loud in his ears as he orally pleasured his boyfriend. Adam could feel pre-cum lubricating this throat and a big deposit from Shiro's cock was not far away. This was not the time for taking one's time or savouring the experience. They were both very exposed and Adam sought only a swift and happy ending. Up on the table, Shiro put both hands behind his head so every intimate spot was on display as he shot his load into Adam's mouth. Adam licked and sucked for another minute while Shiro's orgasm subsided; when it did, Shiro dropped down to sit on the edge of the table. Shiro picked up his singlet after a brief pause and tossed it across the room. The whole room exploded into clapping and cheers, cold meals forgotten for the display they had been given. Adam had been humiliated and embarrassed, ashamed and mortified - but the adulation, compliment and envy were excellent compensators. The dichotomy of his abuse was confusing. "Alright everyone, thank you," Teddy called though the din; "I think perhaps we should return to regular service now." There was grumbling agreement from the diners. "I can't believe you two did that," Teddy said in a low voice; "The tips we're getting are amazing." Adam could hear the greed in his voice and feared what it might mean for the future. "Go get cleaned up," Teddy said and he returned to the kitchen. There was no suggestion of Adam or Shiro getting new outfits in which to complete their work so they wouldn't be getting dressed - just cleaned up. There was still over an hour of their shift to go. The worst of it was over though. "That was brilliant," Shiro said in a hushed tone. "Apart from the part where we had no choice. Or I didn't. I was made to," Adam said. "I have no choice about going to school either but I enjoy that," Shiro attempted to back up his argument. "You enjoy school? Weirdo," Adam jokingly insulted. Adam felt himself mellow on the issue because in all seriousness, apart being compelled to participate it had been sexy and exhilarating. "I enjoyed it. Let's work from there," Shiro said. Adam feared that Shiro was too lost in the sexual high to consider the implications of blackmail and sexual coercion. Shiro just didn't seem to get what was really happening. "Work from there towards what?" Adam asked. Shiro looked hard into Adam's eyes; "Towards stopping the bastards who are doing this to you." Maybe Adam had underestimated Shiro. MEANWHILE Robin enjoyed his moments of intimacy with Ben and vice versa but there was something in the background of their lives that was making them both wistful. Ironically, they were both fretting over the same thing but in different ways. When one is insecure, one notices certain things - like the way Robin seemed to so readily accept Adam's apology in the cafeteria; after more than five years of bullying, all was forgiven just like that? Then there was the way Robin had looked and spoken last week - after seeing the naked depictions of Adam Mansouri - that made Ben fear for his Robin's fidelity. Robin too was thinking about Adam - mad at the rejection of his offer to help and yet underneath the callous insult Robin knew he had been pushed away out of fear rather than hatred or spite. Ben's insecurity compelled him to ask Robin about it; about why he had described the naked images of Adam as beautiful, why he had ran off so soon after seeing them and why he seemed so distracted. He was going to ask those questions but things got in the way - about eight inches had gotten in the way. It was the special component of being a teenager - no matter what worries one has or the troubles being faced, it can stop if there's sex on the table. After school, homework and dinner, Ben had told his dad - because mum would have said no - he was going to see Robin. They had things to talk about but they didn't talk. Arriving at Robin's flat, they had flirted and Robin had lured Ben - like a devil - into the bedroom. Foreplay was all but forgotten, consisting only of undressed each other slowly and lay down on bed with one another; they kissed and fondled, pressing their bodies together. They were only in their pants - Robin filling briefs out like an underwear model and Ben looking like a kid in tight undies. "Oh wow..." said Ben. Ben moaned when he felt Robin's mouth on his nipple, lips locked around it and a tongue flicking across it. The last time they'd been naked together, Ben had chickened out of sucking the cum from Robin's dick but he wanted to impress Robin, so... "I'm just going to try something," Ben whispered and detached the sucking Robin from his nipple. Ben slipped down the bed to kiss Robin's most intimate parts, putting his face close to Robin's brief-clad crotch. Robin's big dick throbbed inside the underwear; with trepidation, Ben reached inside - all too aware of his own inexperience. Robin didn't seem this nervous or inexperienced when their roles were switched. Robin's eight inch cock popped out of its confinement with a satisfying smack against his tummy. In the past, Robin had said he had done stuff with someone before. Who? What stuff? Was that why he had swallowed last time without hesitation? "It's so big," muttered Ben. "Do you like it?" asked Robin. Ben nodded and recalled the last time he'd tried to suck Robin's cock. Robin said he'd nearly cum but Ben had chicken out of finishing the job. Did other gay boys take to sucking cock like ducks take to water? Was he strange for not relishing the job and guzzling cum? Yet Ben was interested in Robin's cock. Robin's big cock! Robin felt a surge of pleasure as Ben kissed his hard cock. Ben smiled at the reaction and wanted to feel Robin react that way again so he licked all around the ridge of the head of the penis and then locked his lips over it in the same way Robin had sucked his nipple. "Oh yea," Robin moaned as he gripped the outside of his muscular thighs. The pleasure in his groin was enhanced and he felt his cock engulfed by the warm cave of Ben's mouth. Ben's lips were stretched by the girth of his cock and Ron made conscious effort not to thrust - or at least not too deep. Robin tried to open his legs more but was restricted by his underwear still hitched at his knees. "Take my underwear off, Ben," Robin breathed. Ben came up for breath and looked quizzically at Robin. "My briefs... pull them off me. Strip me, Ben," Robin said in a sultry voice. Ben relished the task, his fingers brushing the soft hair on Robin's legs before peeling them off of Robin's ankles and tossing them aside. The seconds-long respite was all Ben needed to prepare himself for finishing Robin off. Ben was aware of his own pathetic underwear - briefs like Robin but Ben didn't have the same physique. He felt like a silly boy who hadn't yet asked mum and dad to buy him boxers. His five and a half inches looked bigger contained inside his briefs than they did exposed. Between Robin's legs, his bare chest was making skin-to-skin contact with Robin's thighs. Robin but big soft hands on Ben's bare back as Ben loomed over the erection again. Ben flicked his tongue over the weeping slit of Robin's penis. Slipping his lips over the cock, Ben began to suck again. Ben kept his lips tight as he lowered his head, taking more and more of the cock as he proceeded. Ben couldn't take a whole eight inches in his mouth, could he? Robin was wondering the same thing and with fascination, watched as his lover's mouth began to dribble. Ben breathed through his nose but his mouth was so full of cock that pre-cum and saliva oozed out and trickled down the remaining shaft, pooling in Robin's pubes and descending the femoral curve. Robin was a very happy boy while Ben continued to tenaciously pleasure his cock and he felt obliged to warn Ben as he approached the end. "I'm close to cumming," Robin said; "If you want to stop..." Ben replied by putting his hands on Robin's hips and them sliding them around to grab Robin's ass and preventing him from escaping. Ben brought the head of Robin's cock back to his lips, and applied lots of quick tongue action to the sensitive slit and the even more sensitive underside of the glans - the frenulum. Ben had googled techniques for giving a blowjob and that very reactive spot was a highlight of many. Robin came a second later; spunk was leaping from his cock and into the hovering maw of Ben's mouth. Subsequent shots dribbled down Ben's chin which he wiped with the back of his hand. It felt like an immense amount but it was only a regular teenage discharge. Ben wasn't sure if he liked the taste of cum - he didn't dislike it - but he made an effort to clean up Robin's penis with licks and kisses. Ben was rather proud of his milestone - the first cock he'd ever sucked and the first load of cum he'd ever swallowed. Robin lay back exhaustedly, with his arms above his head to expose his pits. Ben couldn't stop looking at them - not that they were a fetish of his, but Robin was beautiful in every way. Beautiful? Like Adam? Ben shook that thought away and lay down beside Robin. Slowly, Robin rolled over to spoon into Ben's back, his half-soft penis resting in the small of Ben's back. Robin glided his hand down Ben's smooth side, gliding it across a round cotton-clad buttock and pressing a finger into the crack between sweet ass cheeks. After a brief pause, Robin's hand moved up and over the waistband of Ben's briefs and slid inside. The buttocks were even warmer now that Robin's bare hand was on the soft skin; his finger moved down and rested on a spot against Ben's hairless and virgin hole. Robin could not see Ben's dick, but he could almost feel it throb. Robin was the first man Ben had ever been with, so he knew that Ben had never had anal pleasure - unless he had practiced alone. Robin pressed Ben's hole like a button, gently encouraging it to yield; then, slowly, he slipped a finger inside to a moan of pleasure from Ben. "No. Stop. Please stop," said Ben. Robin pulled his finger out immediately; "I'm sorry." "No, don't be. I just not ready," Ben admitted. Ass-play wasn't sex, but he wasn't ready for that yet either. Was there something wrong with him? Didn't all teenage boys want to have sex - did it make him strange that he didn't want to yet? "It's ok," Robin whispered softly. I understand." Robin's voice was gentle and sincere but he offered two reassuring little kisses to the nape of Ben's neck and then cuddled closer. Both boys relaxed; Ben's briefs restored but able to feel a half-hard cock against his ass and Robin pressed close Ben's back, sharing the warmth and softness of his boyfriend. Robin recalled himself how hard it was to embrace sexuality and all the bodily pleasures it contained. Ben was new to all of this (as Robin had been when he met Adam) and it would take time for him to adjust. Ben was just glad to feel in his soul that Robin knew and understood and accepted the pace he was setting for their relationship. Lying in bed together, Ben turned so he was on his back and the lump in his briefs presented a mini-mountain maintained in cotton. Ben rubbed the mountain and it squirmed in its containment. Ben pulled it free and let it lay over his hairless tummy while he pushed the briefs down and tossed them off with a flick of his ankle. Ben held the base of his dick and it stuck straight up - then he started stroking. Robin grinned as Ben gazed upon him - every inch of Robin beautiful naked body was examined by Ben's eyes as he jerked off. Robin put his arms behind his head, showing off and exposing himself as fully as possible. Ben was quickening his pace and building to a climax with the speed and fervour only a teenager is capable of. Ben came on his stomach with jizz splashing over his milky and silky skin. Ben closed his eyes just for a moment, savouring the feeling of ecstasy and the contentment of being naked in Robin's bed like old lovers or a married couple. He opened his eyes again at the sensation of lips on his stomach and a tongue lapping up spunk - Ben felt like he was getting a tongue bath. Ben smiled serenely, "I love you." Robin was hit by the words and hoped his expression did not betray him; Robin knew in an instant that he didn't want to reciprocate the expression. He was fond of Ben and cared about him and wanted him and wanted to be with him but love? Robin wrapped his arms around Ben and pulled him into a close, naked, meaningful embrace. Robin liked Ben very much and wanted to explore more and feel more but... "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Ben asked Robin's shoulder; he wriggled free from the cuddle to look into Robin's eyes. "Or maybe not first sight... but that you can love someone deeply without really knowing them?" "Yea... I believe in that," Robin said honestly. "So you've felt that way too?" Ben asked hopefully. "Oh yes," Robin said sincerely. "About me?" Ben enquired. It should have been obvious that Ben would ask that question but Robin hadn't seen it coming and now he was pinned down to lying or hurting Ben's feelings. Actually, lying would do that too. "Oh... I... I don't know," Robin replied. Robin had known he felt deeply about Adam but he had never given those feelings a name. Was he in love with Adam? Was that what they had? Ben half smiled as if something in his head had been confirmed. "So you didn't mean me?" Ben asked rhetorically; "You didn't fall for me at first sight..." Ben had only meant to ask Robin what the deal was between him and Adam but it was suddenly so obvious; the way Robin had so readily accepted Adam's apology and the defence mounted thereafter, his reaction to the pictures of Adam naked and the haste with which he had left after seeing them... "That doesn't mean I don't care about you," Robin said. "It feels like you haven't told me everything," Ben pressed on; "When I asked if you're a virgin, you said you'd never had had someone inside you. Is that true?" Robin nodded but was starting to feel ganged up on. "Yes, that's true. I'm waiting for the right person," Robin replied. His eyes were honest but in his heart he knew Ben could be the right person. Surely there isn't just one right person to lose your virginity to? It's about finding someone who is right at the time. Ben was sweet and kind where Adam had been passionate and surprising. Besides, the things Adam had said last week had been deeply hurtful. They still hurt - not just the rejection but cheap shot about his dad. Did Robin still have feelings for Adam after that? Was he a fool for still courting feelings after what Adam had said? Ben wanted to ask if he was the right person but instead he continued to press the questions that had troubled him; questions that hung like clouds and cast shadows as long as they went unasked or unanswered. "Have you been inside someone else? Have you had sex, on top?" Ben asked. "Yes," Robin admitted slowly; "I guess so." Robin averted his eyes. The contentment they had both felt just ten minutes ago was gone and replaced with the heaviness of an infant relationship dealing with flaws in its foundation. "Was it Adam?" Ben asked. It was only a suspicion. Little more than a guess that fit Ben's understanding. His second guess would have been Cameron but that didn't feel right. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter who he is, I chose you. Ok? I choose you," Robin said and meant it too. "Who he is..." Ben said, turning Robin's reply over in head. "Not who he was... so you still feel that way about him?" Robin sat up and flipped his legs over the edge of the bed to put a t-shirt and underwear on. "This isn't fair. It's not fair to interrogate my feelings," Robin replied, turning to see Ben getting dressed too. "It's not as simple as you're making out. Feelings are complicated. Love is complicated, isn't it? That's why it's so hard to find." "You're right. I shouldn't be worried you loved someone else at first sight," Ben said. "But I am worried that you still love him now... and I'm scared that you don't love me. Do you love me too?" "That's kind of a big question," Robin answered evasively. "That's kind of not an answer," Ben said sadly. Robin offered no reply. It didn't seem right to so quietly dismantle a relationship, but that was what this felt like. Robin wanted to say he didn't love Adam anymore - after the horrible things Adam had said last week it was tempting. But Adam had pushed him away out of fear, not spite, which made Robin care all the more. He wanted to help Adam, to save him if he could because he couldn't stand to see him suffer. It wasn't about the opportunity to hold hands or kiss or make love - Adam need him, whether he liked it or not, and Robin wanted to be there for him. Maybe that's what loving Adam meant. Not the sex - but being there for him when he was needed. Besides, did it even matter how he felt? The day Robin had escaped his father Adam had said; "I've met someone. It's new." Robin had been started dating Ben by then but the words stayed with him. Adam was unavailable so it didn't matter how he felt... did it? "Look, I'm not ready to go all the way with someone who doesn't love me," Ben said reasonably. "We're kids, Ben. It doesn't need to be about everlasting love. Maybe we're not supposed to feel that way yet," Robin replied "But I feel that way about you. I'm in love with you and you're in love too, I think..." Ben paused before adding; "Just not with me." "I don't know about that," Robin said honestly. "I'm sorry, I don't know." "Robin, it's ok," Ben said gently. "Sometimes you love a person, and that person loves someone... everybody loves somebody. But god loves everybody." Robin wasn't ready for things to end with Ben. There was something to salvage. Robin knew that even if he helped Adam, it wasn't necessarily so they could have a future together. "You must be so disappointed in me," Robin muttered. "Never," Ben replied; "It wasn't easy for me to ask my questions nor you to answer them. It wasn't easy for me to admit how I feel when I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way. And I know it wasn't easy for you to look me in the eye and admit..." "I'm not saying I don't love you," Robin interrupted. "I said I don't know because I don't know," Robin shrugged desperately, "Please don't end this when I don't know." Robin slumped onto the bed, resting his hands his lap and hanging his head. "It's ok. I understand," Ben said. They were the same words Robin had said not long ago when Ben had admitted he wasn't ready for anal stuff. Ben leaned down to kiss Robin's forehead and then embraced him warmly. "We need to figure out where to go from here," Ben said quietly. "Right. I think..." Robin started to reply but Ben stilled the words. "No. Not right now. We both have things to think about and figure out," Ben interrupted. "Ok," Robin agreed. Ben moved away but Robin didn't look as Ben got ready to leave. Robin heard the door of his flat open and then close and silence crept and crawled all over him. Ben was a wonderful person and what he and Ben had was real. It was happening right now and Ben loved him... what was he risking all that for? Why was Robin even hesitating to reciprocate? But Robin knew why... he'd always known... Many thanks to all my correspondents for getting in touch, staying in touch or just saying hi. If you fancy emailing me: niftyencomiums@gmail.com If you love the stories Nifty has to offer, remember to donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Visit my blogspot - https://niftyencomiums.blogspot.com - for updates including chapter synopses and excerpts. 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