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  Ben was still seated awkwardly on the edge of a sagging cushion on the right of the sofa, tugging at a short curl on one of the long sideburns that framed his square face. He suddenly looked much younger than his eighteen years, with his generous eyebrows pulled into something approaching a scowl. But he brightened instantly at the sight of Mike returning and looked up expectantly. He cleared his throat apprehensively as Mike plumped down beside him, flinging his long legs out in front and crossing one ankle over the other. Mike knew how well the posture bunched him up in front. Let’s see how far he wants to go…

  “So, have you?”

  “Have I what?”

  “Seen any of the band?”

  “Floyd? Actually, yes—”

  “Who?” eagerly.

  “Roger Waters. In fact I think he’s the only one involved with the project after the split-up.”

  “Wow, awesome!”

  “Oh, it wasn’t much. He came over during a visit to the set and had a word with our unit’s camera operator, and he said, ‘This is Mike, one of our assistant directors,’ and Roger just nodded a hello. That was it, really.”

  Ben pressed his mobile mouth into an understanding moue and nodded his head like one of those dogs in the back of a car.

  An awkward silence followed.

  Mike asked, “D’you want something to drink? Coke, Sprite, or… I’ve got some gin. Gin and tonic?”

  “Oh, yes please. G and T.”

  The phrase sounded like the kid was aping something he had heard, and made Mike think again that under the faux-sophisticated façade Will’s mate was very innocent. Not a bit like Will. And he knocked the gin back quickly, happy to have something for his hands to do. When Mike offered, Ben readily accepted a second and the alcohol loosened him up. He sat back finally, more relaxed, and obviously found it easier to engage his host.

  After a few exchanges of inconsequential chatter, Ben again cleared his throat in preparation for a more important item that seemed to be on his mind. “Er… can I ask you… a personal question?”

  Here it comes… Mike smiled to himself while keeping a serious expression in his eyes. Personal questions always came with a freight of potential problems. “Try me. I’ll answer, if I can.”

  Ben sat forward, elbows planted on his knees, and rested his chin on his left hand while holding the glass to his lips with the other. He gazed ahead out the French window as though he’d found something out there fascinating.

  “What is it?” Mike probed gently, watching the boy’s hairy-jawed profile and the cutely upturned snub nose.

  “Well, I wondered…” then he blurted out, “How do you know if you’re…gay?”

  Mike gave a sniff. “Hah. Well some guys just know it, like they’re not interested in girls that way.”

  “But what if you are interested in girls…a bit, like, and you’re not sure?” Ben’s neck was lightly flushed. “I’m only asking cos a mate of mine’s a bit confused about it all, and I thought you might help…” he trailed off.

  “Some guys swing both ways, AC/DC, you know. I think my brother’s a bit like that.”

  Mike saw the blush of color suddenly rise up from the collar of Ben’s stripy shirt to invade his cheeks. “And you’re not—?”

  “Hell, no. I knew years ago that I preferred doing it with other boys. Pussy held no interest for me. That’s the way it was, the way I am. Does it bother you?”

  “Uh, no. Not really.”

  “If, hypothetically speaking, your mate is uncertain whether he might be gay, the best way to find out is to try it out with someone willing. Most guys love getting a blow job, but the trick is to find out if he likes sucking another guy off. Then there’s fucking…” Ben’s blush strengthened at the word. “Screwing a man’s ass is pretty similar to fucking a girl’s pussy—and you know what that’s like…?”

  Ben nodded nonchalantly. “Uh, sure.”

  Well I certainly don’t! And, you liar, I’ll bet anything you’ve never gotten between a girl’s thighs…yet. “Well, fucking a guy is the easy bit. You have to see whether you enjoy it the other way around, with a hard cock humping your bum. Then there’s rimming—”

  “What?”

  “It’s when you stick your tongue into a guy’s asshole.”

  Ben gave a shudder. “Ugh! I couldn’t ever do that!”

  Mike laughed. “Sure you wouldn’t, but maybe your mate would. It’s an acquired taste, but very popular. If our hypothetical boy likes any or all of those things, as well as licking a nice body all over, and kissing…I guess he might well be gay. Of course, there’s also love. Sex is fine, but sex with someone you love is much, much better.”

  Ben gulped down another mouthful of gin and tonic and then quietly said, “I showered before I left home.”

  Mike mulled over the non sequitur…except really it isn’t, is it? “Lay back,” he commanded suddenly.

  Ben flicked him a questioning glance, put down his glass and fell against the sofa back, hands resting on his thighs.

  “First step.” Mike laid his right hand on Ben’s lap and gently squeezed the bulge under his cord pants. Ben stared fixedly ahead, unmoving. “I have to show you, otherwise you won’t really know what to tell your mate, will you?. You don’t mind that?”

  “S’okay.”

  Mike felt the boy’s cock start to lengthen and gathered up the shape in a firmer grip. He reached across with his left hand and took hold of Ben’s left hand to guide the fingers over the tight bunch in the front of his khakis. Experimentally, Ben squeezed back.

  “You’re big,” he breathed wonderingly.

  “Not as big as it gets. You’re not so bad yourself. Are your pubes red as well?”

  Ben blushed even more deeply, as though ashamed.

  “Time to find out…” Mike freed up his left hand, leaving Ben’s exploration of his hard-on to his own resources, and reached over to unfasten the belt securing the cord pants. The pupil made no move to prevent Mike unzipping the fly and delving inside the hot pouch. He pushed the boy’s briefs down and pulled his cock out. It stood up above a red fur of pubic hair. “Hmmm, nice.” He manipulated the loose foreskin down to reveal a cock head almost as bright as the boy’s hair. Ben closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation. Mike leaned over him and whispered. “Hypothetically speaking…want to go into the bedroom to continue this?”

  Ben thought for a second then ducked his head in answer and Mike pulled him to his feet. The boy quickly refastened his pants to stop them falling down and followed his host out of the living room.

  Mike divested himself of his T-shirt as he came though the door, and threw it over a dresser top, then pulled Ben to him and unbuttoned his shirt, which followed a similar trajectory. Then he bent to lick at the boy’s nipples. Ben arched his lithe torso in pleasure.

  “That nice?”

  “Mmmm.”

  Mike straightened, cupped Ben’s head, and urged him down to his chest. “Just tongue them both. Yeah, that’s it. Swirl it around. Good boy.”

  Ben’s eyes were glowing when he lifted his head.

  “Stick your arm up.” Mike took hold of his hand and lifted it high, revealing the light haze of red hair in the exposed armpit. He ducked his head and began lapping. Ben giggled.

  “Oh, that tickles…but…hmmm, it’s okay, I guess.”

  He seemed less inclined to do the same to Mike, who let it pass and moved on to the next stage of seduction. Ben’s obvious innocence reminded Mike painfully of the first times with Gil, but he pushed the thought away. He gave a quick check to see that Ben was still erect, and found a semi-hard which quickly came back to life at his touch. He led the boy to the bed and pushed him down. Ben stretched out and rubbed at his own nipples. Mike swiftly removed his khakis and gave Ben a moment to get a good look at his hard cock and the massive balls scrunched tightly underneath. The boy’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. Mike knelt over him, slowly undid his pants, and tugged them down together with the brief
s. Ben automatically hoisted his butt off the bed to free the clothes. Mike pulled Ben’s shoes off and withdrew his feet from the tangle.

  “What comes next?” Mike teased.

  “Humm…I don’t know.”

  Mike knelt back beside and over him. “I’m going to lick and nip at your tits for a bit, then I’m going to lick your pectoral muscles, then your belly button, and then…I’ll lick all around your hips and thighs and work my way up to your balls, give them a good tongue lashing before sliding up your cock to the tip. Stop me at any point it becomes too much.”

  Ben said nothing, his eyes as wide as pools.

  By the time Mike’s expert tongue reached his balls, Ben was as taut as a surfboard. He gasped out his first moan as Mike’s lips engulfed his cock head and sloshed enough saliva down the shaft to make an easy descent. He sucked the boy for only a minute and lightly to prolong the moment. He let the cock slip from his lips with a wet popping sound. Ben stared at in agitation, but also very expectantly.

  “And next…? Mike drawled.

  Ben blinked quickly. “What…?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “You want me to do the same to you?”

  “You don’t have to do any of the preliminaries, if you don’t want to, but…” and Mike pointed at his jutting prick. “If you want to find out, you have to try everything—at least once.” He could see the boy hesitate and decided to make it simpler. With a quick movement, he straddled Ben’s chest and stroked his shoulders encouragingly. “Just take it slowly. Try licking the tip.” He thrust his hips forward and brought his swinging cock to Ben’s mouth.

  Ben breathed out deeply, parted his lips and stuck his pink tongue out. He raised his head a little and touched the tip of his tongue against Mike’s glistening purple glans.

  “That’s it. Do it a bit more. Yeah, like that, like with my nipples, swirl it around. You know how it felt for you, now you’re doing it for me.” Ben tried something else, and ran his tongue under the lobes of Mike’s cock head, catching him on the sensitive frenum. “Ooh, yess…again. Okay.” He shifted himself a little closer. “Now lip me.” He took Ben’s head in his hands and pulled him up. The boy allowed Mike to push the cock head between his lips. “That’s it, just an inch to start with, keep tonguing me.”

  Gradually, Mike eased more of himself inside his pupil, who stretched his mouth wider. Mike fucked his mouth gently, getting deeper. Then Ben took over, wriggling his head to jack Mike with his lips, getting the feel for it. Mike was gratified to see how well the boy was taking it, and how the shape of his dick pushed out Ben’s cheeks with every sideways thrust. “Okay, let’s see if you can take all of me.” Ben stretched his jaw as wide open as possible and, with only a slight gag, swallowed Mike almost to the root, swayed back and went down again. Mike stared in fascination at the thick vein pulsing with sexual energy that ran along his cock and at the sight of Ben’s flushed lips pouted out around his girth. He reached down behind him to find out how Ben’s cock was responding to the treatment, and found it rock hard. The kid’s enjoying it!

  Mike pulled back to give Ben some breathing room and was pleased to see how his eyes sparkled. He stroked his slicked cock as he smiled down. “Now we get to the moment when I have to ask—do you want to suck me off? I mean, go all the way.”

  Ben blinked furiously again and shrugged.

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  “Sure? I cum ton loads. I don’t want to drown you.” Bastard, you’re daring him.

  Whatever, it worked. Ben nodded bravely. “I can take it.”

  And he did. A bit practiced now, he took Mike’s length fully and sucked hard. Mike lifted Ben’s hand and made him grip the base of his cock. “Squeeze hard, that’s it. Aaahh, you’re really good at this.”

  Mike raised himself up on his knees so that his thigh muscles were quivering with the exquisite strain. The sides of his ass cheeks hollowed with the effort and in tune with the increasing flame in his balls as Ben worked up to a fury of sucking. Mike felt behind to find that he was still as hard as ever. Still liking it… The poor boy was exuding pre-cum at an alarming rate, so he continued giving him a slippery jacking. Ben gave out slurpy muffled groans around Mike’s shaft as he bucked forward and backward.

  Mike felt the rush, and suddenly Ben filled his hand with spurting cum and a second later Mike’s load burst forth. Ben gagged, but kept up the rhythm gamely, only jerking back slightly to grip Mike’s throbbing cock head in his mouth as he fed on the creamy cum that jizzed over his energetic tongue. Mike took pity on him, and pulled out, to finish jerking himself on Ben’s adam’s apple.

  “Whew,” Ben burbled. “You really spunked me.” Mike wiped some of it from between the boy’s lips tenderly, but Ben swallowed the rest, before letting his head flop back.

  “Stay there, I’ll get a face towel.”

  When he came back he found Ben, hands tucked behind his head, looking laid back and, well, glowing. Mike wiped the boy’s stomach with the damp towel and delicately lifted the semi-erect cock to clean off the boy’s cum. As he did so, he felt it twitch and smiled. “How was it?”

  Ben sighed. “Yours tastes quite different to mine. Good, though.”

  “You eat your own?”

  “Tried it once, you know, curious.”

  “You’re getting hard again.”

  Ben smirked. “I know. I guess I must like it.”

  Mike spread Ben’s legs and wiped the towel down the seam into his crack. Ben shuffled a bit and brought his knees up, which let Mike probe deeper. The boy’s cock came fully up. Mike sucked at two fingers and replaced the towel with them, working them around Ben’s asshole. He closed his eyes dreamily. Mike got between his thighs and began licking his distended balls, then farther down.

  “Mmmm, that’s niccce…”

  Mike hoisted his pupil’s feet up by the upper thighs to expose his asshole fully and began rimming it. For whole minutes he lost himself in the pleasure of tongue fucking Ben, by which time he was himself solid again. After a bit the boy’s chute was lubricated with saliva enough to let Mike insert one finger and then two. He frigged them in and out, loosening the boy up. Then he positioned himself and tentatively touched the knob of his cock to the hole. Ben moaned quietly, seemed relaxed, so Mike pushed harder and entered the boy. Ben gasped, but it was clear he wasn’t objecting.

  “Mmm, you’re lovely and tight. I’m afraid I am just going to have to fuck you properly.”

  Ben made no reply, but shoved his butt up off the bed, and Mike slid into him half way. Ben gave another gasp and clenched his ass muscles convulsively. Mike started fucking, slowly and carefully at first, but as it went on, he penetrated Ben more deeply. In return, Ben began sliding his entire body up and down the bed, meeting each of Mike’s thrusts as though he had been doing this all his young life.

  With his big balls clumping up in excitement, Mike proved the worth of his athletic school training and gym work since. Digging his dick as deep inside as he could, he bent over Ben’s heaving stomach and, tugging the boy’s cock almost out of its socket, forced his head down until… Yes! I can!…he fitted a good inch of excited cock into his mouth. Ben was obviously a juicy pre-cummer and the amazing taste drove Mike wild with a desire he hadn’t felt since losing Gil. They were locked into exquisite torture. Every thrust down into the boy’s clamping passage drove Mike’s head down onto his cock. Ben thrashed on the bed, rolling his head from side to side as though in pure agony, heaving his body up as much as he could manage to shove more cock into the older boy’s gobbling mouth.

  At the pace and the physical exertion required for Mike to fuck and suck at the same time, he knew he would quickly come to a second climax. Added to that was the sheer thrill of popping a young guy’s cherry and knowing from his urgent writhing just how much he was loving the experience of being screwed hard.

  “Eeuurgh, I’m gonna cum again,” Ben shouted in ecstasy.

  Mike grip
ped the boy’s cock between his pursed lips, tonguing the streaming cum slot, and humped his ass flat out. The boy’s first spurt bubbled out from Mike’s mouth and he made a superhuman effort to double up and swallow more of the pulsing shaft.

  “Oh, oh, aaahh, oh Mike, take me.”

  Mike’s reward came in a fountain as Ben fed him a long stream of hot, creamy teen-cum. Simultaneously, driven on by Ben’s constant grunts and groans, the delicious taste of his jizz, and his own bursting cum, Mike’s orgasm flowered deep inside his pupil. He thought he would never stop shooting, so demanding was his need, and Ben was only now calming down to a last dribble. Mike released the boy’s cock and straightened up to deliver the last of his jism with a deep groan of physical relief and satisfaction.

  “Hoh,” he sobbed, breathlessly as he lowered Ben’s legs, which fell bonelessly to the mattress. He brought the face towel back into action to mop up the remnants of his cum trickling from Ben’s inflamed asshole.

  They remained silent for a minute, Mike still kneeling in exhaustion, Ben laid out like a wet rag.

  “That was fuckin awesome,” Ben finally breathed out. “Ooh, am I going to be sore, though.”

  Mike smiled and disentangled himself from between the boy’s legs. “Do you think that’s enough to help un-confuse that mate of yours?”

  Ben’s color bloomed again and he looked abashed. “Oh shoot! You already guessed.”

  Mike went up to kneel over Ben’s head. “One final test.” He leaned down and placed his lips against Ben’s, and they kissed.

  Ben laughed, lifted his head to lick at Mike’s lips. “That’s my spew!” He pressed back hard against Mike and they both rolled over onto their sides, tongues roiling.

  When they broke apart, Mike huffed quietly. “So, what do you reckon?”

  Ben knew what he was asking. “I’m not really sure…”

  “Well, if you’re not gay, or at least bisexual, you sure took to it like a duck to water.”