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Ben and Maxwell got out of the car and started walking towards Maxwell's house. Ben and Maxwell had been friends for a while. Ben was fairly short for his age, had blonde hair and blue eyes and was also quite tan from playing water polo all the time. Maxwell was much taller than Ben, maybe by a foot, and also had blonde hair and blue eyes. Both of them were quite muscular from playing water polo all the time, but for some reason Maxwell was much tanner than Ben. Maxwell and Ben were having their usual sleep over, but throughout the evening, Maxwell seemed tense. Ben didn't notice, and they both went to Maxwell's room to go to sleep. Or so Ben thought.
As Ben was changing into his pajamas, he caught Maxwell's piercing stare. It wasn't like they'd never changed in front of each other before. Ben shook it off and finished getting ready.
As he was about to get in his sleeping bag on the floor, Maxwell said, "Why don't you sleep in my bed?" His tone was persuasive, inviting and something else Ben couldn't name.
Ben climbed into Maxwell's bed with him. He was just falling asleep when he felt a hand snake under his shirt. The hand ran along his slightly defined muscles, tracing his hip bones, trailing up and down his ribs. Ben began to sit up to ask Maxwell what he was doing, but Maxwell pushed him back down (lightly) onto the bed. Still not quite sure what was going on, Ben lay still on the bed.
The hand soon got adventurous. It would sometimes finger the pajama bottoms or lightly tweak a nipple. Quickly, though, the hand traveled further south. It dipped below Ben's waist-band. Ben stiffened. He tried to push the hand away, but Maxwell's other hand quickly caught his wrists. With one of Maxwell's hands gripping Ben's wrists and the other starting to explore beneath his pants, Ben started getting frightened. He tried to reign in his sounds of fright, but the moment he uttered a sound, Maxwell silenced him with a bruising kiss. After abusing Ben's lips, Maxwell pulled back.
"You're not going to make any sound or tell anyone about tonight, alright?" He asked in a commanding tone. Ben nodded. Maxwell smirked and dove in for more rough kissing. Ben gasped when Maxwell's hand reached its destination. He had been preoccupied with the rough kiss. Now, with Maxwell stroking his length, he really began to panic. He tried to wrestle away from Maxwell, but Maxwell held him down firmly. Giving up hope, Ben stopped and waited for it ti be over, little did he know, Maxwell had other plans.
Maxwell took his hand from Ben's pants, giving Ben a glimmer of hope. Maxwell reached into the nightstand drawer for something. When his fingers wrapped around it, Maxwell brought out a tube of lube. Ben's eyes widened in realization, but he didn't do anything. He already knew Maxwell was bigger than him, so there was no way out. Ben watched in horror as Maxwell lubed himself up. After he was done, he turned Ben onto his stomach, hands still above his head. Squeezing out more lube, Maxwell coated his fingers. Ben felt Maxwell finger his entrance and slowly enter him.
Searing pain coursed through his body as the single finger stretched him. Trying to breath through the burning pain, Ben willed his body to relax. Soon enough, the finger slid in and out comfortably, but soon Maxwell shoved another finger inside him. Pain blinding him, Ben tried to get his body to relax as he was stretched.
When Maxwell through he was ready, he took his fingers out, and without warning, slammed into Ben. He cried out, but tried to muffle it with the pillow in front of his face. Maxwell pounded into Ben only stopping when he emptied himself. Maxwell rolled over on his side and fell asleep arm clutched around Ben so that he wouldn't move. Ben was glad it was over. He turned away fro Maxwell, trying not to wake him and cried silently against the pillow.
The next morning, Ben woke up and dashed into Maxwell's shower. He tried to clean himself, but he kept on seeing filth all over him. At one point, he gave up, changed, and walked back into Maxwell's room. Maxwell was just waking up. When Maxwell saw Ben, his eyes filled with want. He got up and walked over to Ben, pressing himself flush against him. Maxwell hungrily kissed Ben, and Ben could feel him getting hard. Maxwell pulled away, not even noticing that Ben hadn't responded to his kiss.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Baby Ben, I'll be back." Ben shuddered at his new nickname, while Maxwell was leaving the room. Ben found himself without anyone to talk to. He would normally confide in Maxwell, but that was out of the question. He sighed, This is going to be a rough school year.