CHAPTER 3

The following morning Calem was woken by a series of taps against his bedroom window. It was his younger sister announcing a visitor. Calem did not have many friends who visited him at home, but it was not uncommon for someone to show up unannounced from time to time. He sat up and froze – his room was a mess. Promising to unlock the door in a moment, he sprang out of bed, quickly tidying the room by hurling worn clothes into the laundry basket, and opened the window and curtains to let some fresh air in.

As he reached the door, he paused, wondering who it could be. Opening it, he found Ben standing there. Initially, Ben’s gaze was fixed on the ground, but he slowly raised his head as the door opened. The searching intensity in Ben’s gaze left Calem momentarily breathless.

“Can I come in?”

Ben walked in, making himself comfortable on the unmade bed.

“Sure.”

Calem frowned slightly as Ben settled down on his bed without an invitation.

“Make yourself comfortable, I guess.”

“You are still sleeping at this hour?”

“It’s 8 a.m., Ben.”

Calem, looking at the clock, yawned walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

“What are you doing here?”

“Finish first. I’ll tell you when you come back.”

Calem returned and took a seat at his desk, sipping from the cup of water that had been left there since the previous night.

“Why are you sitting over there?”

Ben smiled as he swiftly slipped his trainers off and casually propped his feet up on the bed. Calem was perplexed by the look on Ben’s face.

“What do you want?”

“You have some toothpaste on your mouth.”

Ignoring him, Ben sat up and leaned over. As Calem reached for his towel over the back of the chair, Ben stopped him. He leaned further in, moistened his left thumb with saliva, and gently wiped away the toothpaste. Their eyes locked for a few seconds that felt like it stretched into an eternity. In that fleeting moment when Ben drew close to Calem, an undeniable shift occurred in the air. As Ben neared, Calem’s senses heightened, and a sudden awareness enveloped him. Ben’s presence alone carried an intoxicating essence that effortlessly captivated Calem’s attention. Their too-intimate proximity awakened in Calem an acute awareness of the distinct scent emanating from Ben. It wasn’t merely a scent; it was a magnetic force that stirred something within him, creating a perceptible effect that he could not ignore. In the confines of that shared space, the power of Ben’s scent became a silent catalyst, leaving Calem powerless against the unexpected allure that hovered in the air between them. Ben, holding his face close to Calem’s, took the cup from Calem’s hand to take a quick sip. When he put the cup down, he went back to sit on the bed.

“I was on my way to see Canaan.”

Ben looked hastily out of the window in an attempt to conceal this lie.

Calem shifted in his chair, noticing Ben’s discomfort.

“Cool, what are you guys planning to do today?”

After a moment Ben looked up.

“You look uncomfortable… come sit on the bed.”

Ben patted the bed with an open smile. Calem hesitated.

“Do you want me to come and get you?”

When a frown formed on Ben’s face, Calem made his way to the bed and settled in the opposite corner.

“That wasn’t so difficult.”

Ben, smiling with ambivalent confidence, lowered his shorts and proudly stroked his hardening cock. It was no surprise to Calem that this part of him should be as equally impressive as the rest of him. Unusually thick and veiny, the flesh hardened to an inconceivable size, culminating in a beautifully fat, cut helmet. Calem looked away, but Ben inched nearer, pulling him closer and wrapping Calem’s hand around it. Within seconds, Ben started to gently propel his hips backwards and forwards. Calem, responding instinctively, began stroking the shaft as precum oozed out from the helmet’s tip. Ben stopped and leaned forward taking his t-shirt off as he lay down on the bed. Calem leaned in, noticing Ben’s abdominal muscles contract and relax in response to his rhythmic stroking.

“Take your clothes off,” Ben said.

Calem closed the window and drew the curtains. When Calem began to undress, Ben stood up and undressed Calem himself. He started by taking his t-shirt off, then slipped down his boxers. He took Calem in his arms as he slowly guided him onto the bed. For a second Ben hovered above Calem staring into his eyes as he slowly started to grind with small movements onto Calem’s stomach. Calem felt Ben’s hot, irregular breaths against his skin as he slowly lowered his face onto Calem’s neck. Ben’s breathing became heavier and faster as the increasing speed and intensity of the gyrations were brought to an end by a soft moan. As the gyrations slowed, Calem felt hot rivulets gushing onto to his belly. Ben became motionless temporarily before he rolled next to Calem, looking up at the ceiling, trying to get his breathing back to normal.

Calem looked to his side, and Ben was looking at him. Ben kept his eyes fixed on Calem as Calem slipped away into the bathroom. When he came back into the room he was mesmerised by Ben, lying on the bed, still naked and fully erect, without any inhibitions.

“Are you not leaving?”

What Calem wanted to ask was, ‘Why me? You can have any girl.’

“Come, lie down next to me.”

Calem obeyed. He put his head on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling unsure of what to do or say. In the silence that followed, Ben unexpectedly moved Calem’s head onto his shoulder.

“What are your plans today?” Ben said.

“I don’t have any.”

“Good. Nor do I.”

“What about Canaan?”

Ben leaned toward Calem, gently brushing his lips against Calem’s ear. He sported a smile that subtly revealed his deception. As Ben realised that his laughter amounted to an acknowledgment of his ruse being found out, Calem buried his face in his hands briefly and laughed to himself. However, when he looked into Ben’s eyes, their laughter gave way to a profound sense of wonder, as though they were truly seeing each other for the first time. Calem, feeling a touch of embarrassment, looked away as Ben sat up and lifted Calem’s legs into his arms. He spat on his cock a couple of times, rubbed the spit around its head and shaft before cautiously probing between Calem’s buttocks.

Ben had difficulty finding the entrance, and after a few attempts, slid a pillow under Calem. When he finally found the place he was looking for, the stubborn muscle would not yield. After a couple of failed attempts, he applied more spit and sought the aperture again. Ben summoned more strength as he prepared himself to force his way through the unyielding door. He felt a sense of relief as the entrance started to give way. Calem let out a soft cry as he felt himself stretching and expanding. Ben became enraptured by the hot, moist embrace of the expanding circular muscle as he inched further into Calem.

“Hmm. Oh my God, you are so fucking big.”

“Wait, I’m not completely in yet.”

“Oh my God.”

Although Calem had managed with Tom and David a few days before, he was not prepared for Ben. He gave an audible moan when Ben had sufficiently managed to pass through the first muscular ring. His eyes widened as Ben edged deeper and deeper into him, gripping Ben’s right buttock as he became increasingly breathless. An expression of pride spread across Ben’s face as he relished the way Calem’s body responded to each slow thrust. Ben brushed his lips against Calem’s ear, whispering hushed words to calm him. Calem began to feel himself surrender control as Ben incrementally buried himself deeper into him.

Eventually, Ben encountered the second circular band of muscles. This second barrier offered a resistance that he had not expected to face. The first attempt to breach the tight ring drew groans of pain from Calem. Instinctively, Ben took Calem’s right hand off his buttock and forcefully pinned it to the bed, preparing him for the next assault.

“I need you to relax now.”

Ben was determined to pass through the tight entrance. With one more slow thrust, he pushed into the barrier. It did not give way as he felt Calem’s body growing taut with panic.

“Please stop.”

Ben stopped, placing his forehead on Calem’s.

“Just one more try. I promise it won’t hurt once I’m completely in.”

Sensing Calem’s apprehension, Ben gently planted a kiss on Calem’s forehead. When Calem began to relax, he smoothly hoisted Calem’s legs over his shoulders. Calem braced himself, drawing in a quick, sharp breath of air as Ben readied for one more attempt to breach the closed opening. Ben tightly interlocked his fingers with Calem, offering reassurance.

With one more thrust, the stubborn door’s resistance finally gave way after what felt like an eternity of pointless effort. Calem’s eyes widened as Ben pushed through the tight entrance, causing unexpected tsunami-like waves of pleasure to crash over both of them. The hot tightness Ben felt enfolding him increased his pleasure as he buried himself further into Calem. He paused momentarily when Calem bit and sounded into the pillow. He lowered his face to Calem’s, nuzzling his head into Calem’s neck to reassure him.

Calem became increasingly aware of the distinct and potent scent of a mix of Ben’s sweat and deodorant, a unique blend of musk, salt, spice and a subtle sourness, which proved irresistibly captivating. He found himself drugged by that strong earthy, musky scent that to Calem embodied Ben’s strength and maleness.

“I’m completely in now… just relax...”

“... okay...”

“... relax... doesn’t it feel good?”

Ben resumed with slow, gentle pelvic movements, each one confirming his dominance over Calem. Ben took pleasure from Calem’s moans – his moans felt like a badge of honour to him. But he was not satisfied with that only. He also now wanted to hear Calem beg him not to stop. To achieve this Ben increased the speed and intensity with which he drove into him. But this only increased Calem’s breathing. Then Ben noticed that Calem’s moans intensified when he entered him from a particular angle. With unyielding determination, Ben zeroed his focus in onto that precise spot, vividly picturing mercilessly ramming into it repeatedly.

“Please, don’t stop!”

Ben finally heard the words he had been waiting for, and he increased the intensity and speed of his thrusts. Calem became more aroused as he became aware of Ben’s hefty balls slamming into him. His heavy moaning and breathing encouraged Ben’s relentless focus on that one particular sensitive spot. Ben felt his heart pounding faster and harder in his chest as the mixture of exultation and physical exertion gave way to waves of ecstasy shooting through him. As Ben climaxed, Calem felt Ben rigidly pulse inside him, forcefully ejaculating into him. When Ben passed the crest of frenzy, the intense contractions of his muscles gave way to a feeling of overwhelming calm and relief. As Ben lowered Calem’s legs, a deep sense of pride washed over him when he noticed Calem’s features flushed, radiating tranquil warmth. Ben breathlessly collapsed onto Calem as Calem wrapped his legs around Ben’s back.

When Ben looked up, Calem looked away slightly embarrassed. Ben, sat up, smiling as he wiped sweat from his forehead, as contractions inside Calem expelled his cock. Calem became alarmed when Ben lay next to him, breathing rapidly and unevenly, sweating profusely.

“Ben, are you okay?”

“Christ, it’s like fucking a virgin.”

With his chest heaving heavily, Ben turned to Calem and, unexpectedly, brushed his lips slowly against his cheek.

“Fuck, you are soaking wet!”

“Jeez, I thought I was going to die! Is that all I get?”

When Calem tried to get up, Ben pulled him back on to the bed.

“Stay here.”

“I have to ...”

“...have to ... what?”

Calem tried to get off the bed again, but Ben pulled him back, embracing him.

“Don’t. I want you to keep my cum inside you.”

Calem felt a rush of happiness as he happily fell into Ben’s arms.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Calem said.

A triumphant smile spread across Ben’s face as he proudly admired his glistening cock still maintaining its erection. Ben positioned Calem on to his right side to spoon him.

“Nah, I want to keep on fucking you.”

The words had barely left Ben’s mouth when Ben, turning to his side, slid his cock between Calem’s thighs, searching for the same entrance. As he reached the target, he felt Calem’s body tighten. Before attempting to re-enter Calem, he interlocked their fingers to form a double fist. With some force, he pinned their fists in front of Calem’s chest and entered him smoothly, drawing a sharp gasp from Calem. As he drove deeper into him, the sensation of being hugged, massaged, enveloped and squeezed inside that tight space soon triggered uncoordinated and chaotic waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Ben’s moans gave way to violent contractions signalling his ejaculation. As these waves of pleasure ebbed, with one final thrust of his pelvic muscles he buried himself inside Calem as he continued to spoon him.

“Was that good?” Ben said.

“Yeah, very!”

Calem, locked in Ben’s embrace, revelled in the sweat that plastered them together.

“I could stay like this forever!” Ben said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Couldn’t you?

“I’m not sure.”

Calem knew he was lying, but he wanted to seem indifferent to Ben. In that moment, he felt capable of the most unreasonable action if Ben had demanded it of him.

“Hey!”

Calem, looking back towards Ben, was aware that Ben could sense that he was lying as they made eye contact.

“I could,” Ben said.

“I bet!”

“Lie on your stomach.”

Calem rolled onto his stomach, with Ben still inside him. Ben’s heart raced with ecstasy as he was now able to effortlessly slide in and out of Calem. Each thrust sent tremors of ecstasy through their bodies. Ben’s breathing became uncontrollably faster, placing his sweaty face on Calem’s back. Ben soon felt sharp contractions as he climaxed and ejaculated once more into Calem. Ben’s thrusts became less fraught and more even as he eventually stopped. He remained lying on Calem’s back. When he rolled off, Calem found Ben’s intense gaze fixed on him once again. In response to Calem’s stare, Ben narrowed his eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Ben said.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing, eh?”

Calem smiled as he turned away quickly.

“Maybe, I’m looking at you.”

Ben playfully poked him in the ribs with his fingers drawing bursts of laughter from Calem.

“Come on, you seem to be thinking about something.”

“Okay, okay, I give up!”

“So, tell me!”

“Don’t laugh. But do you know who you look like?”

Ben looked away with a look of concern spreading across his face.

“Nope, and I hope this isn’t going to be someone embarrassing!”

“Well, it could be – but I think he is cool! At least, he was.”

“Okay, so tell me! Or do I have to start tickling you again?”

Ben playfully lifted and wriggled his fingers in Calem’s direction.

“Stop, stop! Well, I think he is very cool. A young John Travolta.”

“Fuck, no! Are you serious?”

“Well, not what he looks like now, obviously, but when he was younger, for sure.”

“Hmm. Not sure whether this is a compliment or an insult?”

Ben rolled on to Calem’s stomach and started to tickle him again. Calem laughed uncontrollably as Ben intensified his attack. Suddenly, Ben stopped as their eyes met. Calem blushed, turning his head away. Ben gently turned Calem’s face, brushing the hair out of his eyes to continue gazing into them.

“Ben, what is happening?”

“I don’t know, but I’m still hard and I need to be inside you.”

Ben leaned in closer to Calem as he noticed an expression of concern spread across Calem’s face.

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know what to think about this. So many things are going through my mind right now.”

“Like what?”

“Like, what about Sarah?”

At the mention of Sarah’s name, Ben felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

“What about her?”

Calem looked away, not sure how to complete his thought.

“Well…”

Ben’s expression changed, signalling his reluctance to continue the topic.

“I need to take a piss.”

Ben stood up and went into the bathroom. He returned to the bedroom still fully erect. He walked over to the bed, stopping at the edge. He made Calem sit up at the edge of the bed in front of him.

“I’ve been working very hard this morning. Your turn.”

Ben moaned quietly as Calem’s lips and mouth languidly swallowed his shaft.

“Your teeth.”

Calem stopped and restarted with long, slow licks teasing the tip with his tongue, and then slowly moving from the top of the head to the very bottom of the base. As he swallowed all of Ben, holding still at the very base, Calem revelled in the taste of salty flesh mixed with the heady aroma of hair, sweat and skin that emanated from him. As Calem slowly slid his lips upwards along the veiny shaft, Ben let out low gasps of enjoyment. Calem soon noticed which movements of his tongue Ben responded to, alternating them with others as he continued sliding up and down the entirety of the shaft. Knowing when Ben was approaching orgasm, Calem backed off a few times to keep him on the edge. A while later when Calem thought he could no longer manage to keep his jaw open that wide, Ben’s legs stiffened as he abruptly seized into a rigid pose, marking the start of his orgasm. Within seconds, Ben started to groan, followed by pulse-shooting bursts of hot liquid into Calem’s mouth. Each ejaculation preceded a physical seizure and a sharp, sudden intake of breath.

The first jet caught Calem by surprise as his mouth filled with the salty liquid. He waited for the contractions to finish before he reluctantly swallowed. At first the tangy consistency of the fluid made him pause. However, when he swallowed and savoured the thick smooth liquid, the initial shock, and salty bitterness gradually subsided, making way for a complex aftertaste that he relished, lingering in his mouth. As the seizures stopped, Ben begged Calem to release him. Ben withdrew, his head thrown back, laughing loudly in disbelief. He stumbled backward for a step before finding his balance.

“Fucking hell! Where did you learn to give head like that?”

Ben, not waiting for a response, lay down on the bed, pulling Calem on top of him. Once again, as Ben’s fingers delicately explored the contours of Calem’s cheek, traced the pattern of freckles, and hovered over the lines of his neck, he found himself irresistibly drawn to Calem’s gaze. Calem, too, examined Ben more closely: the flawless mocha-coloured skin, curly hair, the unique colouration of his eyes, and the hands that tenderly touched his cheek. He finally rested his head on Ben’s chest.

“On your knees.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

When Ben moved behind Calem, he was captivated by Calem’s full and generously rounded buttocks. He playfully rubbed and tapped against the waiting opening. This time Ben was able to slip into the tight ring with less resistance. As he drove into Calem, Ben felt himself increasingly lost inside its voluptuous, taut embrace. At first, his thrusts were long and slow, but they grew faster and harder as he became more comfortable and confident in this new position. His pleasure increased with every thrust as he pounded mercilessly into Calem. The more effort Ben exerted, the more intoxicated Calem became. The fifth time, Ben unexpectedly climaxed more quickly than he had intended. He rested on Calem’s back, remaining inside him, as Calem lowered himself onto his stomach.

They lay in silence catching their breaths. Without saying a word when Ben hardened, he slowly restarted to slide slowly in and out of the now welcoming hole. Ben used this slow gentle rhythm to bring himself to another orgasm. This time he withdrew, and rolled off Calem.

Calem looked at the clock on his desk.

“Aren’t you tired? You have been here since 8 a.m., and it is now 4 p.m..”

“Yes, but I’m still horny.”

Ben smiled as he spooned Calem in order to re-enter him. He moaned into Calem’s right ear as he enjoyed the sensation of stretching the tightness that belted him. Calem exhausted, closed his eyes for a second as Ben pumped in and out of him very gently. When Calem opened his eyes and looked at the clock, he realised that he had unintentionally dozed off for more than an hour. When he turned to look at Ben, though asleep, he too, was still fully erect inside of Calem. Needing to urinate, Calem slowly moved away. When he stood up and looked back at Ben, a hot liquid trickled down his leg. He hurried into the bathroom.

When he returned dappled sunlight flooded the room, falling softly on Ben as he lay slouched on the bed with one arm draped lazily over his head and the other gently clutching the cup he had emptied of its contents. Ben was like a sculpture that had been masterfully carved from a single block of the finest marble. He had always seemed larger than life to Calem. Never more so than in this moment. He wore a slightly contemplative expression in his sleep, with his brow a little furrowed as if his eyes were focused intently on some distant point. Ben appeared to be in a trance-like state, and Calem thought that Ben could easily be mistaken for a mystical figure that served as a conduit to the gods. His face conveyed a calm, dreamy expression of his inner strength and determination. His dishevelled hair and drowsy expression on his face carried a sense of intoxication and ecstasy that took Calem’s breath away. Ben’s short, curly chestnut brown hair had become a little longer than he usually wore it. His hair fell in short, loose curls which perspiration glued to his forehead, further adding to his roguishness. Calem continued to stare at him for a while trying to freeze Ben in this languid resting posture forever into his memory.

Though motionless, Ben seemed to be floating, as if suspended in water – loose and fluid. His well-defined and muscular physique, even in sleep seemed to be in a state of relaxed tension, ready to spring into action. He exuded a sense of strength, grace, and beauty that was otherworldly. The proportions of his body were ideal, with long limbs and a well-defined, sculpted, and well-muscled torso, which seemed to adhere to classical principles of beauty and symmetry. As Calem looked further down, paying meticulous attention to the smallest details, like the sculpted visible veins on his hands and arms, these only served to further emphasise his singular physical beauty to him.

Calem’s eyes irresistibly drifted to the sight of Ben’s fully erect cock resting on his stomach. Calem laughed to himself when he thought that it was a wonder that Ben did not pass out from a lack of blood supply to his brain when erect. Aside from Ben’s eyes, Calem was most enthralled by this prodigious piece of flesh, a monolith, surrounded by an untamed forest of hair anchored by a pair of heavy balls. The globular helmet-shaped head was very nicely circumcised, with no unsightly scars and in perfect proportion to the shaft and balls. However, its skin, slightly darker in colour than the rest of his skin, rippled with veins when fully hard. Nor did its resting position prepare one for the girthy proportions to which it would grow to. Equally impressive was the deeply spicy aroma which radiated from Ben’s groin. A distinctly warm and natural musky smell that made Calem drunk with its pungent ripe earthy undertones.

Calem lay down next to Ben, who, feeling Calem against him, though asleep, pulled Calem into his embrace. Calem’s thoughts about the day raced through his mind in a disordered manner. Despite feeling bewildered and unsure, he was overwhelmed with happiness.

Ben woke up about an hour later. Upon checking the time on the clock, he quickly got up to take a shower. When he emerged from the bathroom, he found Calem tidying the room. Ben wore a proud grin on his face as he dried his hair, taking in the state of the bed.

Ben unlocked the bedroom door.

“See you,” Ben said.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Ben stopped in the doorway, turning around as the smile on his face abruptly faded away.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow?”

Ben cocked his head to the side and took a step towards Calem.

“Where tomorrow?”

“At the pool.”

Ben approached Calem and pulled him closer.

“Who invited you to Newlands?”

Calem’s expression shifted, displaying a mix of surprise and concern.

“What?”

Ben gripped Calem’s arms even tighter.

“Who invited you?”

“Jeez, let go. You are hurting me!”

Ben released Calem with such force that it made him lose balance for a second. Ben, frowning, looked down briefly.

“What’s the big deal about going? I already told Tom I’d go.”

Without warning Ben pushed Calem against the wardrobe.

“I don’t want you to go.”

With their faces close together, Ben first gazed into Calem’s eyes, then down, and finally, with increasing anger, back into Calem’s eyes.

“I don’t understand.”

“You are not fucking going!”

Ben released him and stared at him with finality. Calem remained silent; he knew the conversation was over. After a few seconds, Ben left the room without looking back.

Calem found himself taken aback by the sequence of events. In hindsight, as the day unfolded, he sensed that it marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life. Ben’s unexpected intimacy, the way he looked into Calem’s eyes, contradicted his past behaviour, leaving Calem acutely aware of the profound intensity of their newfound connection.

Despite the day concluding on a bad note, Calem struggled to put a name to the shift in his relationship with Ben. His feelings had evolved into something beyond friendship, a realisation that raged inside him as an all-consuming passion. The immediate and overwhelming physical attraction between them was undeniable.

He believed that if he had to choose between his family, his reputation, and his social status on one hand, and Ben on the other, the choice was clear. Although he was very sure of his feelings, he was unsure whether Ben would ever be willing to match the depth of his emotions and make the same sacrifices.

Calem, almost certain that Ben felt the same, grappled with the uncertainty of defining their relationship. The idea of them being together seemed inconceivable, especially with Ben already having a girlfriend. Uncertain amidst conflicting thoughts, Calem decided the best course of action was to forget it, dismissing the likelihood of the day’s events recurring.

Overwhelmed by intermittent waves of pleasure he could physically still keenly feel from when Ben was inside him earlier that day, he lowered his boxers and brought himself to an orgasm very quickly. The intensity and length of the orgasm surprised him; he had never had to spend that much time cleaning up after himself. After every trace of his activities had been cleaned and removed, he slipped back into bed, enveloped in a contented yet restless warmth.

That night, sleep continued to elude Calem as the day incessantly replayed in his mind, leaving him struggling to fathom the reality of what had happened. Unaware of it at the time, that afternoon marked the birth of an all-consuming passion within them, a feeling that would defy rational explanation. Even in that moment of its birth, this passion had the overwhelming power to drive them to impulsive and daring decisions that they would not have considered otherwise.