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Ben's Submissive Pal
My name is Jacob. I had just turned 18 and was in high school, and I couldn’t wait for it to end. Not that I hated it, I had friends, but I had a secret. I was gay, and keeping that bottled up was really starting to take its toll on me. I had been on a few dates with girls to keep my friends off my back, but everybody knew I was still a virgin. Even my close friends gave me such a hard time about it that I began to despise being around them unless it was with just one of them. More than one and it was like mob mentality, and they would all make jokes at my expense. I don’t think they were trying to be assholes, they probably just didn’t know how sensitive I was about it.
The worst thing about this is that my friends and I aren’t the popular kids. So we should stick together shouldn’t we? I guess that is just the pecking order of high school put downs, seniors give us a hard time and we give each other a hard time. My friends and I aren’t jocks, we don’t play any sports and we aren’t very big and muscular. Which is maybe the reason we pick on each other, we can’t pick on underclassmen because most of them are bigger than we are. Not that we are all that puny, I am 150 lbs 5ft 10”. Ok, so many probably would call me puny, whatever.
I wanted desperately to be able to come out to someone, just one person that I could talk to. But I was afraid. I just didn’t get enough sincere feelings from any of my “friends” to feel that I could confide in them. So my feelings were left locked in my head. Until one day in April.
We had just finished PE and we were heading into the locker room. I was quietly talking to my friend Pete as we walked. As we got to the door of the locker room we could hear quick footsteps and loud rambunctious talking and yelling coming from behind us. As we turned around the quarterback Ben and his jock friends were passing everybody in line as they punched each other in the shoulders and talk about football crap. As they entered the locker room Ben unintentionally bumped me out of the way. He probably didn’t even feel me bounce off of him. My arm felt a little moist from his sweaty shirt.
I hated him. He was a senior, he was popular and everyone that was not part of his click was invisible to him. But more than anything I think I hated him because I was so attracted to him. He was like 180 or 190 lbs, 6’2”, and dark hair. Three years ago he wasn’t much bigger than I was. He is a bulky mass of new muscle now.
I entered the locker room just in time to see Ben grab his sweaty shirt at the collar with his fingers and rip it over his head revealing his sweaty chest and abs. Sweat? I can’t remember the last time I sweated in PE. He looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. Then he pulled off his gym shorts and boxers at the same time. His thick dangling uncut dick hung between his powerhouse legs that had a light layer of dark hair on them. Ben and his friends all walked to the showers as I watched their white ass cheeks flex their way across the locker room. I had to adjust myself, my dick was growing and pressing on my boxer briefs. I didn’t need to worry about them noticing, I was invisible to them.
But then I realized Pete wasn’t talking anymore. I looked over at him and he was staring at me. He looked in the direction I was previously looking for a second and then back to my crotch, then at my face. I could see by the expression on his face that he knew. I quickly changed and threw my gym stuff in my locker and gently closed it, time slowed down as I tried to decide what to say. I could feel the cold moist locker door slowly close and come up against the lock, where I had to push a little harder, then it made a clunking noise as it locked. I held the handle for moment thinking. Pete was leaning over tying his shoe.
I slowly bent over to his ear and whispered with a terrified voice “Please don’t tell anyone. Please.”
My voice cracked a little, and if I would have kept talking I probably would have turned to tears. But I managed that one little desperate plea to Pete without breaking down. As I stood up Pete looked me in the eye and I am sure he could tell I was terrified. He gave me a reassuring little smile that almost looked sad. Not a word was said, and I walked out of the locker room.
I couldn’t go to anymore of my classes that day. I walked home. The house was empty. My parents wouldn’t be home until after 7pm. I shut the front door and stood there for a moment. There was an empty coffee cup on the table, everything else was clean and put away. It was dead silent. No movement or noise, and everything was in order. In stark contrast my mind was racing, and my inner voice was asking me questions that I refused to answer. I was jealous of the quiet house.
I went to my room and curled up on my bed. I didn’t cry. I very seldom did that. This was a feeling that crying couldn’t help. It was deep down in my stomach. I wanted to believe that cute sincere look on Pete’s face, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust him. As I lay there looking up at my ceiling I wondered what was going on at school. The most horrible thought I could imagine was all my friends gathered around Pete, laughing at what he had to say. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.
The only time my mind took a break from the horror that could be happening at school was when I concentrated on a ceiling tile that had a corner that was lower than the rest. I would imagine pushing the corner up with my finger to make it even, but I never did get up to actually fix it.
Hours later, when school was out, I heard a knock on my door. My heart raced. Were they here to make fun of me? Or beat me up? I didn’t move. I wasn’t going to answer it. I heard the door open, apparently I didn’t lock it. Dammit.
“Jacob?” someone yelled.
It was Pete. I didn’t answer. Then I heard the cracking noise that the 5th step on the staircase always makes, he was coming. My bedroom door swung open slowly. Pete was standing there, in his cargo shorts that went down to his knees, and a tight Hollister t-shirt that showed off his skinny torso.
“Did you tell anyone?” I said
“No, I wouldn’t do that.”
“Thank you”
Pete sat down in my computer chair and turned toward me.
“Listen, Jacob, your secret is safe with me.”
The emotions I was having about my social life coming to an end disappeared. I looked at Pete’s face and I felt so close to him. A friend that maybe I could talk to. Affection for him, but I don’t necessarily think it was a sexual attraction, just a bond with him.
“So what is your secret exactly? Are you bi or gay?”
“Gay. I just went out with girls to cover it up.”
“So ARE you still a virgin?”
“Yes, it’s pretty hard to meet guys when you are in the closet and don’t have a car.”
“So you actually like dudes huh? Do I turn you on?”
“Pete, what kind of question is that? Do you really even want to know? If I said yes then wouldn’t you feel weird around me? And if I said no you would feel insulted?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Pete and I talked for about two hours, mostly about me being gay, but also a little about him. He told me about how his father hit him once. It didn’t sound like it was very bad, and it only happened once. But I think Pete was just trying to share and be open with me.
A few days passed and things seemed to be back to normal. I seemed to grow a little closer to Pete as a friend which was nice. I never really had anyone I was close to.
It was the first warm day of spring and I went outside to eat with my friends at the school picnic tables. There were four of us at the table, talking about nothing important. Ben and one of his jock friends were throwing a football in the distance. I turned my head over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Ben jumping in the air to catch the football, his shirt rose up enough to see his ripped stomach. It was just a quick glimpse, but enough for Pete to give me a funny smile, now that he knew what to look for I couldn’t hide it from him. I drank the rest of my soda and stood up to go buy another one.
I heard someone yell “Watch out!”
Then I remember opening my eyes as I lay on the ground. Grass blades were right in front of my eyes. I heard yelling.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“I didn’t mean to!”
“You stupid fucking jocks should throw your balls out in the field, not around here!”
My head was pounding and everything was a little fuzzy. I saw a very muscular leg kneel down next to me.
“Are you ok?”
It was Ben. He was close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my face.
I couldn’t talk, and I could barely move.
An unknown voice yelled “Someone call an ambulance!”
I felt someone put their arm under my neck and another under my knees and pick me up. I looked up at Ben’s panic stricken face. Every step he took made my head pound.
He yelled “Open the fucking door!”
I could see the ceiling of the school above Ben’s face and lights wiz by as he carried me through the school. I woke up again in the nurse’s office. The nurse was talking to a man with “Paramedic” written across his back.
He said “I have cleared any spinal cord injury, but I think he has a head injury.”
I could feel someone was holding my hand. I turned my head over and saw that it was Ben. His eyes were red like he had been crying, but no tears, he must have wiped them all away. His expression changed and his face perked up when he looked at me.
“His eyes are open. He’s awake.” Ben said
The paramedic came over and started asking me questions, what day is it, where does it hurt, and on and on. Then his partner came through the door with a gurney. They wheeled it up next to the bed I was on and transferred me over to the gurney. I remember being loaded in the ambulance, and then it all went black.
When I woke up I was in a hospital bed. The TV was on. I turned my head and saw Ben sitting in a chair.
I said “What happened?”
Ben jumped up and came over to the bed.
“It was my fault” Ben said. “I ran into you while catching a football and you hit your head on the ground. How do you feel?”
“My head hurts.”
“Well I am supposed to let them know when you wake up, I will be right back.”
Ben walked out of the room and came back in with a nurse who looked me over and asked a lot of questions. I asked her if they called my parents.
She said “Yes, they are out of town, do you remember that?”
“Yeah, sorry, I still feel a little out of it, they are in California visiting relatives.” I said.
I called my parents and told them not to cut their trip short, I would be fine. Besides they weren’t going to let me go home until they monitored me for a day or two. My mom insisted they were coming home, but after finding out how much it would cost to change their plane tickets they decided, well my dad decided, they would come home in 3 days like they had planned.
After the nurse left I started to get more lucid and I started to realize that Ben, quarterback Ben, was in the room with me. It made me nervous and excited. I also became aware that all I was wearing was a thin hospital gown, with a thin blanket over me. Everything felt very smooth against my naked body.
“I am so sorry” Ben said.
“I know, sorry I got in your way.”
We both laughed a little at that.
After the ice was broke I actually found it easy to talk to Ben. We talked about the different clicks at school, our families, and people we hang out with. We talked for about an hour. Then one of his friends came in the room holding a backpack. Ben got up from his chair and took the backpack that his friend handed him.
“Thanks Brian.” Ben said.
“Are you going to make it to practice tonight?” His friend Brian said.
“No, not tonight.”
And his friend left.
“Are you missing your practice because of me?” I asked
“I am missing practice because I want to be here to make sure you are ok.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Ben said.
Ben opened his backpack and pulled out some clothes.
“Sorry I stink.” Ben said “I didn’t get a chance to change.”
He pulled the little hospital curtain closed and stood on the inside of it where I could see him.
“Hope that nurse doesn’t come in.” Ben said
He pulled off his shirt and grabbed some deodorant out of his backpack. He lifted his arm and swiped the deodorant up and down his shaved arm pits. His biceps were large and had multiple curves, dips and valleys. Not like mine, just smooth. He had powerful looking forearms that went down to skinny wrists and strong hands. His arms had hardly any hair on them, just a light covering of fine dark hair you could barely see from where I was. He put a new shirt on from his backpack. Then he stepped out of his long silky looking basketball shorts. I could see the head of his dick and balls dangling below his lower shirt line. He bent down to get his pants out of his backpack, when he did his dick bounced around lightly to his movements. Then as he pulled up white boxer briefs his dick disappeared into them. His powerful legs filled the boxers and they stretched tightly to them. He had a very nice bulge in the center of the boxers.
As he was pulling up his pants I realized that I had put myself in a compromising position. I had a hard-on that I could not hide. The covers on my bed had a large tent where my crotch is located. I was going to try to hide it but the covers weren’t fluffy, they lie right against my body. You could see the outline of my legs and torso with a big bump in the middle of them. When I reached down under the covers Ben looked up. He saw the tent and me reaching down to adjust it with my hand.
He stopped and looked at it, and with a confused look on his face said “Are you….uhh, did you get that because of me?”
“No, it….uh, it just happened. I don’t know why it does that sometimes.”
Ben finished buttoning his pants and acted like nothing happened. We went on talking, but I was still embarrassed. After a few minutes Ben looked down and saw I was still trying to hide my hard dick.
“Are you still hard?” Ben said
“Yes, I can’t help it.”
“It looks like you are doing pretty well in that department for a skinny guy. Let me see it.”
“What, No I…..uh…. don’t think that …uh.”
Ben grabbed my left arm which was holding the blanket over me. His grasp was gentle but very firm and unrelenting. It didn’t hurt but I could just feel that I could not fight his movement, not even a little. He moved my arm back and gently picked up the blanket with his other hand. My right hand was covering my hard-on as well as it could. The head of my dick still poked out above my hand under the thin hospital gown. You could see the shape of my head perfectly through the thin gown material.
“Come on, let me see it.” Ben said.
To be continued……
My name is Jacob. I had just turned 18 and was in high school, and I couldn’t wait for it to end. Not that I hated it, I had friends, but I had a secret. I was gay, and keeping that bottled up was really starting to take its toll on me. I had been on a few dates with girls to keep my friends off my back, but everybody knew I was still a virgin. Even my close friends gave me such a hard time about it that I began to despise being around them unless it was with just one of them. More than one and it was like mob mentality, and they would all make jokes at my expense. I don’t think they were trying to be assholes, they probably just didn’t know how sensitive I was about it.
The worst thing about this is that my friends and I aren’t the popular kids. So we should stick together shouldn’t we? I guess that is just the pecking order of high school put downs, seniors give us a hard time and we give each other a hard time. My friends and I aren’t jocks, we don’t play any sports and we aren’t very big and muscular. Which is maybe the reason we pick on each other, we can’t pick on underclassmen because most of them are bigger than we are. Not that we are all that puny, I am 150 lbs 5ft 10”. Ok, so many probably would call me puny, whatever.
I wanted desperately to be able to come out to someone, just one person that I could talk to. But I was afraid. I just didn’t get enough sincere feelings from any of my “friends” to feel that I could confide in them. So my feelings were left locked in my head. Until one day in April.
We had just finished PE and we were heading into the locker room. I was quietly talking to my friend Pete as we walked. As we got to the door of the locker room we could hear quick footsteps and loud rambunctious talking and yelling coming from behind us. As we turned around the quarterback Ben and his jock friends were passing everybody in line as they punched each other in the shoulders and talk about football crap. As they entered the locker room Ben unintentionally bumped me out of the way. He probably didn’t even feel me bounce off of him. My arm felt a little moist from his sweaty shirt.
I hated him. He was a senior, he was popular and everyone that was not part of his click was invisible to him. But more than anything I think I hated him because I was so attracted to him. He was like 180 or 190 lbs, 6’2”, and dark hair. Three years ago he wasn’t much bigger than I was. He is a bulky mass of new muscle now.
I entered the locker room just in time to see Ben grab his sweaty shirt at the collar with his fingers and rip it over his head revealing his sweaty chest and abs. Sweat? I can’t remember the last time I sweated in PE. He looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. Then he pulled off his gym shorts and boxers at the same time. His thick dangling uncut dick hung between his powerhouse legs that had a light layer of dark hair on them. Ben and his friends all walked to the showers as I watched their white ass cheeks flex their way across the locker room. I had to adjust myself, my dick was growing and pressing on my boxer briefs. I didn’t need to worry about them noticing, I was invisible to them.
But then I realized Pete wasn’t talking anymore. I looked over at him and he was staring at me. He looked in the direction I was previously looking for a second and then back to my crotch, then at my face. I could see by the expression on his face that he knew. I quickly changed and threw my gym stuff in my locker and gently closed it, time slowed down as I tried to decide what to say. I could feel the cold moist locker door slowly close and come up against the lock, where I had to push a little harder, then it made a clunking noise as it locked. I held the handle for moment thinking. Pete was leaning over tying his shoe.
I slowly bent over to his ear and whispered with a terrified voice “Please don’t tell anyone. Please.”
My voice cracked a little, and if I would have kept talking I probably would have turned to tears. But I managed that one little desperate plea to Pete without breaking down. As I stood up Pete looked me in the eye and I am sure he could tell I was terrified. He gave me a reassuring little smile that almost looked sad. Not a word was said, and I walked out of the locker room.
I couldn’t go to anymore of my classes that day. I walked home. The house was empty. My parents wouldn’t be home until after 7pm. I shut the front door and stood there for a moment. There was an empty coffee cup on the table, everything else was clean and put away. It was dead silent. No movement or noise, and everything was in order. In stark contrast my mind was racing, and my inner voice was asking me questions that I refused to answer. I was jealous of the quiet house.
I went to my room and curled up on my bed. I didn’t cry. I very seldom did that. This was a feeling that crying couldn’t help. It was deep down in my stomach. I wanted to believe that cute sincere look on Pete’s face, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust him. As I lay there looking up at my ceiling I wondered what was going on at school. The most horrible thought I could imagine was all my friends gathered around Pete, laughing at what he had to say. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.
The only time my mind took a break from the horror that could be happening at school was when I concentrated on a ceiling tile that had a corner that was lower than the rest. I would imagine pushing the corner up with my finger to make it even, but I never did get up to actually fix it.
Hours later, when school was out, I heard a knock on my door. My heart raced. Were they here to make fun of me? Or beat me up? I didn’t move. I wasn’t going to answer it. I heard the door open, apparently I didn’t lock it. Dammit.
“Jacob?” someone yelled.
It was Pete. I didn’t answer. Then I heard the cracking noise that the 5th step on the staircase always makes, he was coming. My bedroom door swung open slowly. Pete was standing there, in his cargo shorts that went down to his knees, and a tight Hollister t-shirt that showed off his skinny torso.
“Did you tell anyone?” I said
“No, I wouldn’t do that.”
“Thank you”
Pete sat down in my computer chair and turned toward me.
“Listen, Jacob, your secret is safe with me.”
The emotions I was having about my social life coming to an end disappeared. I looked at Pete’s face and I felt so close to him. A friend that maybe I could talk to. Affection for him, but I don’t necessarily think it was a sexual attraction, just a bond with him.
“So what is your secret exactly? Are you bi or gay?”
“Gay. I just went out with girls to cover it up.”
“So ARE you still a virgin?”
“Yes, it’s pretty hard to meet guys when you are in the closet and don’t have a car.”
“So you actually like dudes huh? Do I turn you on?”
“Pete, what kind of question is that? Do you really even want to know? If I said yes then wouldn’t you feel weird around me? And if I said no you would feel insulted?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Pete and I talked for about two hours, mostly about me being gay, but also a little about him. He told me about how his father hit him once. It didn’t sound like it was very bad, and it only happened once. But I think Pete was just trying to share and be open with me.
A few days passed and things seemed to be back to normal. I seemed to grow a little closer to Pete as a friend which was nice. I never really had anyone I was close to.
It was the first warm day of spring and I went outside to eat with my friends at the school picnic tables. There were four of us at the table, talking about nothing important. Ben and one of his jock friends were throwing a football in the distance. I turned my head over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Ben jumping in the air to catch the football, his shirt rose up enough to see his ripped stomach. It was just a quick glimpse, but enough for Pete to give me a funny smile, now that he knew what to look for I couldn’t hide it from him. I drank the rest of my soda and stood up to go buy another one.
I heard someone yell “Watch out!”
Then I remember opening my eyes as I lay on the ground. Grass blades were right in front of my eyes. I heard yelling.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“I didn’t mean to!”
“You stupid fucking jocks should throw your balls out in the field, not around here!”
My head was pounding and everything was a little fuzzy. I saw a very muscular leg kneel down next to me.
“Are you ok?”
It was Ben. He was close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my face.
I couldn’t talk, and I could barely move.
An unknown voice yelled “Someone call an ambulance!”
I felt someone put their arm under my neck and another under my knees and pick me up. I looked up at Ben’s panic stricken face. Every step he took made my head pound.
He yelled “Open the fucking door!”
I could see the ceiling of the school above Ben’s face and lights wiz by as he carried me through the school. I woke up again in the nurse’s office. The nurse was talking to a man with “Paramedic” written across his back.
He said “I have cleared any spinal cord injury, but I think he has a head injury.”
I could feel someone was holding my hand. I turned my head over and saw that it was Ben. His eyes were red like he had been crying, but no tears, he must have wiped them all away. His expression changed and his face perked up when he looked at me.
“His eyes are open. He’s awake.” Ben said
The paramedic came over and started asking me questions, what day is it, where does it hurt, and on and on. Then his partner came through the door with a gurney. They wheeled it up next to the bed I was on and transferred me over to the gurney. I remember being loaded in the ambulance, and then it all went black.
When I woke up I was in a hospital bed. The TV was on. I turned my head and saw Ben sitting in a chair.
I said “What happened?”
Ben jumped up and came over to the bed.
“It was my fault” Ben said. “I ran into you while catching a football and you hit your head on the ground. How do you feel?”
“My head hurts.”
“Well I am supposed to let them know when you wake up, I will be right back.”
Ben walked out of the room and came back in with a nurse who looked me over and asked a lot of questions. I asked her if they called my parents.
She said “Yes, they are out of town, do you remember that?”
“Yeah, sorry, I still feel a little out of it, they are in California visiting relatives.” I said.
I called my parents and told them not to cut their trip short, I would be fine. Besides they weren’t going to let me go home until they monitored me for a day or two. My mom insisted they were coming home, but after finding out how much it would cost to change their plane tickets they decided, well my dad decided, they would come home in 3 days like they had planned.
After the nurse left I started to get more lucid and I started to realize that Ben, quarterback Ben, was in the room with me. It made me nervous and excited. I also became aware that all I was wearing was a thin hospital gown, with a thin blanket over me. Everything felt very smooth against my naked body.
“I am so sorry” Ben said.
“I know, sorry I got in your way.”
We both laughed a little at that.
After the ice was broke I actually found it easy to talk to Ben. We talked about the different clicks at school, our families, and people we hang out with. We talked for about an hour. Then one of his friends came in the room holding a backpack. Ben got up from his chair and took the backpack that his friend handed him.
“Thanks Brian.” Ben said.
“Are you going to make it to practice tonight?” His friend Brian said.
“No, not tonight.”
And his friend left.
“Are you missing your practice because of me?” I asked
“I am missing practice because I want to be here to make sure you are ok.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Ben said.
Ben opened his backpack and pulled out some clothes.
“Sorry I stink.” Ben said “I didn’t get a chance to change.”
He pulled the little hospital curtain closed and stood on the inside of it where I could see him.
“Hope that nurse doesn’t come in.” Ben said
He pulled off his shirt and grabbed some deodorant out of his backpack. He lifted his arm and swiped the deodorant up and down his shaved arm pits. His biceps were large and had multiple curves, dips and valleys. Not like mine, just smooth. He had powerful looking forearms that went down to skinny wrists and strong hands. His arms had hardly any hair on them, just a light covering of fine dark hair you could barely see from where I was. He put a new shirt on from his backpack. Then he stepped out of his long silky looking basketball shorts. I could see the head of his dick and balls dangling below his lower shirt line. He bent down to get his pants out of his backpack, when he did his dick bounced around lightly to his movements. Then as he pulled up white boxer briefs his dick disappeared into them. His powerful legs filled the boxers and they stretched tightly to them. He had a very nice bulge in the center of the boxers.
As he was pulling up his pants I realized that I had put myself in a compromising position. I had a hard-on that I could not hide. The covers on my bed had a large tent where my crotch is located. I was going to try to hide it but the covers weren’t fluffy, they lie right against my body. You could see the outline of my legs and torso with a big bump in the middle of them. When I reached down under the covers Ben looked up. He saw the tent and me reaching down to adjust it with my hand.
He stopped and looked at it, and with a confused look on his face said “Are you….uhh, did you get that because of me?”
“No, it….uh, it just happened. I don’t know why it does that sometimes.”
Ben finished buttoning his pants and acted like nothing happened. We went on talking, but I was still embarrassed. After a few minutes Ben looked down and saw I was still trying to hide my hard dick.
“Are you still hard?” Ben said
“Yes, I can’t help it.”
“It looks like you are doing pretty well in that department for a skinny guy. Let me see it.”
“What, No I…..uh…. don’t think that …uh.”
Ben grabbed my left arm which was holding the blanket over me. His grasp was gentle but very firm and unrelenting. It didn’t hurt but I could just feel that I could not fight his movement, not even a little. He moved my arm back and gently picked up the blanket with his other hand. My right hand was covering my hard-on as well as it could. The head of my dick still poked out above my hand under the thin hospital gown. You could see the shape of my head perfectly through the thin gown material.
“Come on, let me see it.” Ben said.
To be continued……
