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Bwen and Gwen	By : TimedWatcher Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 39421 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A rainbow trail of bottles and brands lead up to his ceramic tiled tap. "Hey, that's expensive!" He reached for the upside down glass as it dolloped out the brown liquid in chugs, the sink hole unquenchable. Even on his salary, watching it go down the tubes was painful.
"Watch it." Without missing a beat of her pour, Gwen smacked the back of his hand like a 1920's school marm -- though with a bit more playfulness, getting him to back off, knowing it was the right thing to do. Her eyes then flicked over and then her head nudged. "Go have fun with Bwen while I'm dealing with these."
He sighed.
It was at least a fine consolation.
She still had places to look. Cereal boxes were her next target. She had already gone through his shoe boxes and even found a hollowed out bible with the stuff.
As she rinsed her hands and flicked her wrists, she watched over her shoulder as Bwen sank to her knees in front of him.
Gwen tried to remember exactly why he drank so much.
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Ben stared with worry. Down in the dark crevice of his backpack, he had stuffed a familiar blue blouse with a cat alien on the chest, a pair of mint green striped panties and tight skinny white pants. Stuffing textbooks on top of them didn't seem to help. If ANYBODY found this, he'd be a dead man.
But disappointing him felt like an even worse punishment.
Ben moved with a shiftlessness through the halls of the school, constantly imagining being held down on the tiled floor as the contents of his pack were poured out, and he was laughed at -- or worse...
Why was he such a little f-f-f-f-f...
Girls clothes were for girls...
It was like the world had regained it's color and all his worries went away. Even with the heavy weight on his back, his posture improved, standing taller than before, all so he could meet the eyes of the taller and longer haired teenager, Ben finally noticing the new set of keys he didn't recognize that were spinning around his finger.
"Ben. My cars finally out of the shop so I'm gonna be taking Gwen to a movie-" Oh... "And I thought you might want to tagalong." Ben's ears perked up again.
"R-r-really?" Ben wanted to punch himself. "I mean, heck yeah."
The older boy stepped back, stuffing his hands into his pockets, the sound of the jangling keys silencing. He shrugged at Ben. "Just be ready later and have a good excuse with your parents if you got to."
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Emerging from the store, he gave it an overhead toss into his backseat, hopping into the driver's seat over the closed door.
As the beast rumbled to life, Gwen leaned over her headrest, picking up the bottled bag of liquor that had nestled between some seatbelts. "Ooooo. Are we sharing this later?" Gwen asked while crinkling the package.
He ripped it from her weak grasp and clutched it close to his chest. "What? No. You're too young." Without missing a beat as he pulled out from the parking lot with a swerve, he flung it back again with confidence to where he had first put it.
She sideglanced him. "Yet I'm old enough for-"
He tried to not sound rude as he interrupted her. "It's just not for you, okay?"
She threw herself back, folding her arms in frustration. "Fine." She kicked up a leg, resting it over her knee. She was so casual about looking so hot at her age, yet it seemed like she couldn't help it, even when she was upset.
The wind messed up his long hair, a strand catching in his mouth as he talked. "Gwen, have you ever been around a drunk?" She shot her eyes up at him from their corners. "Oh no-" He wagged his finger. "I never drink around you or when I know you're coming over."
"How responsible of you-" She playfully mocked. "Now explain why it's okay for you to screw an underaged girl and her cousin but not for us to par-take?" She ended the sentence by getting extremely hoity toity about how she said 'partake'.
He actually did try to come up with an excuse for it once, none of them good. "Uuuuhm..." He wasn't sure why he had the mental block on it either, as he had come up with an explanation once before... while intoxicated at the time.
Her hand fell into his lap, swiping up his thigh. "Pfffft, you don't have to explain." She rolled her head over her shoulder, a half smirk on her face. "I kinda like that you have weird double standards."
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Ben finally understood his role.
He had wandered off though, the gravel crunching as he tested the strength of each rail. Ben picked up a stick that split in two places and swatted at the air like it was a sword, getting an audible effect when he gave it enough of a whip. Looking out to the overgrown weeds and fields that surrounded the station, part of him still questioning why he was even here. The place felt abandoned.
Technically they were trespassing, but that wasn't what the older boy and Gwen were worried about being caught for.
Ben looked both ways, before stepping back a little into the scene that he was acting as watch for, the older boy atop Gwen, her legs back and near her head, an excited blush from her knees to her face.
The two were extremely well lit, a soft wind blowing against the long grass and bushes though a multi part broken window frame, looking like two lovers lost in a meadow of cotton flower, but Gwen was actually curled on top of a boxy and dead generator that no longer hummed with power.
Hand around Gwen's neck, you gave it a firm squeeze, letting her know how easily you could before letting her go again.
That just made her face even more red.
Ben watched with a blank expression, not even jealous of Gwen or even the boy, not caring about which role he'd rather be in that scenario. Ben was just impatient, hoping they'd hurry up.
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The ending of the film came and went, breezing past the top of his head as he stared at the screen in a sloped position.
He didn't get it.
His first reaction then was to toss his bag of popcorn at the screen, crowing with a boo.
He turned to Gwen, wanting to hurry out of there in a quick exit, but instead, found her bawling, her arms wrapped together as she held herself, swaying. "That was the saddest movie I ever saw." She sniffled.
"What? Just because he got cancer and-"
"NO! Him dying isn't why it was sad, it was because he never got to live out his son's wishes!" Gwen tried her best to explain.
"That's lame."
"You-you-" Gwen stifled her words. "URH!" Gwen loudly grunted out in angry frustration.
Gwen walked with a chip on her shoulder, something he had never seen before on her. He trailed her, hands in his pockets. "Hey Gwen, I gotta use the-" He pointed to the bathroom, and as he turned his head to find her, he saw that Gwen kept throwing her fists in faster strides. He swatted the air with a disregarding attitude
He splashed out yellow relief, unsure why he even bothered holding it in. He should have left early and gotten one of those overly priced personal pizzas and let her finish watching the movie while he lounged out in the lobby and ate. "I don't know what Gwen was thinkin' draggin' me to a movie like that."
"Yeah me either." Ben's gruff little boy voice came. He had barely noticed Ben had been hanging around, as he basically had been quiet as a mouse since his date started. He kind of appreciated the backup over Gwen's poor choice, nodding slightly.
It was funny. Ben didn't even need to pee -- but he still made the motions like he was, going into a stall while waiting for him.
"Yeah I just want to watch something cool or laugh at stupid shit." He flecked his hands out at the mirror, and Ben almost repeated him verbatim, but tried to add his own spin by swiping his pants. "We get along for the most part, but when it comes to movies... sheesh."
He spied up and down the lobby, checking every angle, not bothered by the half-pint entourage who moved as he moved. "Where's Gwen?"
Ben was familiar with this little escapade. "She's annoyed 'atchya."
He folded his arms. "Well fuck. There goes my night."
He was about to suggest Ben hurry home after her, but then Ben pulled on his shirt, which caught him off guard. "Hey, you wanna go see that one?" Ben pointed to a poster featuring a goofball comedian looking chagrin at all the oil painted caricatures of the over the top people and stereotypes in his life.
He had already seen it. It was in it's what... sixth week now? Nobody would be in there at least and he could horse around if he wanted to. Strangely, the idea of this being a date or anything sexual between them didn't even enter his head. It felt like a chore he had to do with an extended family member -- in that they were annoying but tolerable. Particularly now after Gwen blew him off.
He felt Ben stray from his side, which was unusual for the lost puppy. He jutted out his chin trying to carry his voice a little further. "Hey -- what are you doing?"
Whipping his chin over his shoulder, Ben looked like he had committed the ultimate social faux pas, his finger slowly raising in a point to where the ticket taker was right around the corner, almost confused.
"You idiot - we're sneakin' in." He gestured with a curled swipe in the general direction of the door.
Ben put on a fake smile while brushing the loose hairs on the back of his bare neck. "Heheh... oh yeah. I knew that."
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Kicking your feet over the seats in front of you, you leaned back.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as Ben did the same thing, or at least tried, his feet not reaching the backs of the seats unless he was nearly falling off his own.
You raised your finger as your favorite part was coming up. "Watch this."
You kinda watched the movie on a sleepy auto-pilot. "She's hot, huh?"
Ben stared at the blown up image of the black haired, blue eyed girl. She currently had a goofy, horse toothed smile, but Ben had to agree. Ben felt giddy and silly all over his body, his little legs shifty in his seat -- he was currently having boy talk with Gwen's boyfriend, something he thought he'd NEVER get to do. Ben also thought the way her hair swooped underneath her ears like wispy tusks made Ben want to copy the pixie cut, which Ben considered kinda weird and he did his best to re-focus on the idea of just spending normal time with the older boy.
"I've never gotten a blowjob in a theater before." You curled in the seat, skewing your neck on the rest, as your eyes rolled around his head towards Ben, looking at him expectantly.
"Why, is Gwen too lame to do it?" Like he knew anything. Ben's tough kid arrogance could be annoying...
You pinched your thumb and finger around the back of his neck, and you could tell instantly it was like you had a kitten by the scruff as Ben stiffened up helplessly as you hovered in closer. Your lips kissed out, and Ben motioned like he was gonna do the same, though with an obvious hesitation -- you then darted back. "I respect her too much -- and honestly? She'd probably never go for something like this -- but you will, won't you?" Ben didn't even shake his head or nod -- the boy basically had no agency. He was just yours to do with, regardless of his feelings.
You took it out.
Ben kept his dumb and opened mouth expression on as you jerked it firmer than before. Before Ben moved down to his knees, you held him up. "Wait. Here." You reached into your pocket and pulled out Gwen's blue-ish hairclip. You nudged it towards Ben. "Put this on."
Ben swiped some of his brown hair while pinching it before letting go of the spine of the fasten. Ben wasn't sure why, but he could instantly tell you were looking at him differently now with this little bit of plastic in his tangled mess of hair. Ben's eyes shifted, flicking upwards to you, then back to your penis. You could actually feel your cock stiffen as soon as it was installed. "Holy fuck you're so hot like that." You commented under your breath. A cascade of blue from the movie screen reflected off the black wall and onto him, giving Ben this angelic pale glow in the dark of the theater, the screen outlining his silhouette -- and with a squint, you really could see Gwen, even without the makeup on.
Ben knew what he said, but he couldn't help but exchange 'hot' for 'cool'.
"DON'T EAT IT!" The movie loudly punctuated Ben's descent, now upon his knees, hands on yours, as you sat lazily spread in the shitty theater seating. The movie was just background noise now, a constant switching of scenes of ugly faces into attractive ones, appreciating the times women were on screen as Ben's timid licks evolved into suckles on your slickened knob.
There was something humiliating about being between a guys thighs that Ben tried to square away as he imagined the pink and smooth slit of Gwen's, as your rock hard cock stirred and pulsed against the roof of his mouth -- but is that what he would have wanted?
Ben winced, feeling like something was wrong with him. The size was too much and made his jaw sore. The smell of a guy wasn't all that appealing either. Yet here he was, putting in more effort than any class at school. He constantly looked up all doe eyed, expecting your approval, but he didn't receive it once.
"Oh yeah... oh fuck yeah..." You were nearly inaudible while repeating yourself in a wet raspiness. Ben was quite the cocksucker now after Gwen's tips.
It was a catch 22. A part of you didn't want to acknowledge that it was grade school boy at your feet, while on the other, the movie had it's unappealing scenes and people that you'd rather not associate with oral.
You brushed your hand rapidly over the skull of Ben, intentionally catching your finger on the hairclip that was there. Even as you imagined it differently, you could still tell. 'Aw man, why couldn't it be Gwen?' As willing and happy a cocksucker that Ben was, there was still that instinctual need that cut to the bone that no girlyboy could meet even on their best day -- but as Ben did it more and more, Gwen stopped appearing as much in your mind -- in fact, mental images of anything else had fallen free, your focus on the physical touch from the Tennyson boy, even though a part of you knew you'd regret doing anything with Ben once you had your clarity back.
'Damn it Gwen, I'm gonna make Ben pay for your bullshit.'
You grabbed his ear and some of his hair and began to hump his face, hitting the back of his throat with slip and slides across his tongue. "LUK-BLUK-LUK-GLUK-" You took down Ben all the way to your balls, his nose and sides of his mouth bursting with spit. You kept him there as you tried to watch some of the movie, ignoring him as he began to slap your legs for relief. "HRP-URK-"
Ben went limp, his arms slack -- and that's when you released him, as you stared into his half lidded eyes. You stood up, creating a resounding *POP* as you left his mouth. "FWAH-" Seeing your sloppy and shining girth dart around in front of his lips caused Ben's miniscule boyhood to tent up in the restrictive underwear he was wearing, still not used to it -- but Ben wanted nothing more in that moment than for you to reinsert your length back into his mouth and choke him.
Pulling Ben into yourself, you spoke through the top of his head. "Take your pants off." You then shunted him forward.
Ben took the sides of his green cargos and bent his top half forward, pushing his ass back towards you, and instead of his tighty whities, Ben was wearing horizontal striped cotton panties of minty green and baby blue, which was currently wedged deep into Ben's bum, as opposed to how it fit properly on Gwen -- but that kinda made it more appealing, as Ben's meatier cheeks were more obvious and made you want to between them more. "Wait, I don't remember, asking you... to..." You lost your train of thought as you unknowingly stared a little too long into his panty covered behind.
"I changed while we were in the bathroom earlier... I hope you don't mind..." Had Ben done something wrong? He thought this was what you liked. Ben tried his best to wiggle his butt for you, but came off a little stiff. You knew if it was Gwen trying to do the same thing she'd kill it -- but you appreciated Ben's awkward effort.
It was like a switch had been flipped -- Ben going from girly faggot to just... girl.
It was an itch that needed scratching.
It was an ass that needed fucking.
You bumped your prick into the side of Ben's bum, feeling a splash of your precum kissing into their chubbiness. You then grabbed a hold of a less sticky bun. You could feel the tactile goosebumps already as you sunk into his flesh, kneading it, then giving it a firm squish, which caused Ben to grimace, and before he could ask you to stop, you let go. "Tell me. Tell me you want it."
You expected that lustful exuberance Gwen offered. He rolled his neck before answering. "... I don't know." Ben wasn't sure why he didn't just say yes. Saying yes to you just made things easier.
You got a little more forceful, speaking through your teeth. "Come on. Come on. Say it." You thought you had fucked him free of his boyhood, but it was clear he was putting up a defense of it, as meager as it was.
Ben's eyes wandered briefly to the movie, almost escaping into it, before being pulled back into his no-win situation. "I guess."
You fishhooked your finger into the crack of his ass, dragging the panties down, letting them fall between his legs, letting the elastic snap around where you suspected his little clitty and balls were, but to you, Ben just had a slit in hiding beneath the veil.
You silenced the booming loudness of the bad jokes as much as you could to focus on what was served on the platter before you:
Ben's pink asshole winking for air.
Lining up, you practically lunged for him, fucking the boy forward. Ben struggled, nearly faceplanting into the next row, but you hooked his hips and brought him back. You took hold of the base of your cock and really aimed this time, seeing yourself slowly disappear inside of Ben.
"Huuhn-" Ben grunted out long, his voice getting caught in his throat as he felt you pierce past his defenses. His lip hung open, almost expressionless, as you inserted all of your inches.
"Mmph! Hmmph! Mph!" His bottom bounced as you pumped Ben's booty with an animalistic quality. Your forehead and eyes looked more like you were in the 'fight' part of fight or flight. You had to clasp the boys ass cheeks in place as you dragged your cock back through his backdoor, otherwise you'd tug him right off his awkward perch.
Ben's face puffed out with air, his elbows jutting into the plastic backs of the seats he was resting his arms on. You wanted to bust right away, hoping to hurry, as thoughts of shame bubbled up of possibly being caught. Fucking a boy up the ass wasn't something you wanted on your record -- but punishing Ben felt too good to just breeze through.
Slowing down to slower and slower strokes, you retrieved your member from his orifice, and you compared how your cockhead had devastated Ben's ring, tearing down his tender opening which was dime sized once, into a familiar looking mouth-like parting, as you stared into his awaiting gape.
Reinserting, you really gave it to him, pounding him with a relentlessness. It caused a girlish squeak to leave him after each one, which gave you a renewed sense of energy, as punching him with the head of your prick made him sound more and more like Gwen. "Ow-ooow...how-owow!"
Your breathing became more rapid, nearly whistling. "Hoo, hoo, hoo."
You shut your eyes.
You imagined that firey redhead, even if his hair was brown.
You imagined her slutty body with her youthful curves, even if he didn't have them.
"Clamp down on me, Ben. Squeeze your pussy, baby." Ben gnashed and bit his teeth down.
"Huuuk-" Ben groaned, his fingers digging into the seat cushion. His spine arched, as Ben clung on for dear life, both inside and out.
As if to signify your oncoming climax, the screen faded to black, and then the credits had begun rolling.
Did that mean-
A loud mechanical creak came from the door.
You pulled Ben to the floor, spearing your dick entirely into Ben's guts. Your hand fell across Ben's mouth, preemptively knowing it was gonna be painful for the boy. Ben muffled out a cry, tears streaming down his face, as he squirmed around to find a place inside to take all of your dick in one go. Your fingers and thumb clawed, pressing beneath his jaw and into his cheekbone, reminding Ben to shut his mouth. The flashlight scanned over where they had just been, the older boys life flashing before his eyes as he stared with wide eyes into the above glare.
But even with the threat of being caught, the tightness of Ben's little hole had you unintentionally thrusting, bringing out more muffled whines from Ben
"HRK-" You stabbed upwards to the heavens through Ben, your free hand wrapped firmly around Ben's girly waist.
*SPLRT*
You fired off round after round into Ben's warm cove, your stomach flexing, your knees unable to rest. Ben shuddered, spasming and twisting on you in an attempt to free himself, but soon relented, fully allowing himself to experience your painful deposits.
With one more flabby bounce into your lap, you were sure you had squirted all you could into him, thinking if it had been Gwen, she'd be pregnant right now.
Ben lifted his shirt, exposing his soft belly and wang, unbelieving that despite all that discomfort you caused, his thingie stood at full attention. He had gone soft almost randomly through the whole ordeal, but plugging his insides up with your cum seemed to do the trick.
When you were sure Ben wouldn't scream or even cry for help, you let go of his hot and wet face, his breath on your palm for a moment. You two sat for a minute, liking the image of Ben's naked heart shaped lower back sitting on you, his shirt obscuring the fact that he didn't have a chest or body like Gwen, but you knew you'd have to be quick. As you pried Ben off your tip, his now loosened anus gushered out your stuff like you had just uncorked him. Thankful for the fact that it trickled slow and steady, it allowed you to set the boy to the side without getting any on you, and you watched his anus plop out another dollop of your cream.
Ben cooed at the feeling of the rawness of his butt meeting the hard cold theater floor with your hot seed leaking.
You then tossed Ben his pants and listened to him shuffling them back on while you tried to spot the worker through the open space of the seats, the movies reprise of the pop-punk soundtrack acting as cover.
The usher with a garbage bag and light was relieved she didn't have to clean anything.
Until she saw them, clomping down the aisle steps, approaching her position. "Uh, hey..." The mousey sounding high school senior raised a finger to the two boys as they both fastwalked past her, her expression still mostly blank, not even rushing to get to the part where she asked to see their tickets.
You both walked side by side, your smiles toothless and with suspicions on everybody. You then watched Ben hike up his pants before sprinting off lightly, trying not to swing his arms too much. You picked up his pace, running side by side with him, then Ben jogged even faster, and you then followed suit; the carpeted floors with the occasional popcorn piece aiding in your escape as your stomping stayed silent.
Avoiding the arcade which could have had armed theater employees in waiting for them, they blasted through the staggered glass doorway, swinging one and then the next. As they flew down the cement steps, halfway down, you hopped over the railing to the wheelchair access, the flatter surface allowing you to resume the earlier run. You turned on the spot, checking on your partner in your crime, to see that Ben had done the same thing. You flung your wrist in a general 'come on hurry up' kinda way.
Ben acted as your watch as you started up the car.
The both of you worked to catch your breath, hearts still racing, and after a couple of red lights, you were both all grins and guffaws. "I can't believe we did that."
"I know, right!? She was all like-" Ben put on a dumb person's voice. "Uuuuh, what the heck?"
You pretended to laugh, quickly glancing a nod his way then back to focusing on the road.
Stopping outside a familiar franchise, you kept your joke about Ben playing in the ball pit to yourself, not thinking of him as just some dumb kid... at least for now. "Come on. Let's eat." You threw your belt over.
Ben was no longer his relaxed self, all apprehensive about something. "Uh, I'll just wait here."
You cocked your face in confusion while looking over your shoulder. "Why?"
Ben wriggled on the spot, sounding unsure. "Well, I don't know if you'd want to be seen with me."
You sounded insulted, your face souring. "Don't be a tard. Come on."
After placing your order with extra large everything, you sat down with your tray; Ben's eyes lighting up seeing the cardboard and golden fries that cascaded. "Sorry if it's not fancy." Gwen always wanted to eat at fancy places - but where the heck could you take a girl that age and it'd be considered okay? That lobster place seemed to please her.
Ben shook his head. "It's alright." Ben was just happy to be there with you. The back heels of his shoes clapped together listlessly while dunking his fry into a thimble of ketchup.
After just a bite of his burger, Ben stopped focusing on his own food, as he couldn't help but stare at you chomping and slurping through your food. "You eat fast." Ben gulped. "If I ate like that I'd barf."
"Kinda how I've always eaten." Well... that wasn't exactly true. "Eating fast at my house meant less time for my dad to yell at me during breakfast or dinner." You shrugged. "I get it now. I was an annoying fucker growing up." Sometimes you deserved to be smacked.
Ben sounded like he was taking a stand, which was weird coming from him. "Yo. Hold up. I don't think being annoying is good enough reason to get yelled at."
"Yeah, go ahead and tell him that." It took you a moment to reflect and recover, a glazed over look in your eye while realising what Ben was trying to do. "I appreciate it, Ben." They were about to resume, with Ben about to bite into the C-shaped remains. "Hey, you still got-" You reached a finger up, gesturing higher and higher from his chin to his cheek, as Ben seemed confused, not feeling any excess of ketchup or even mustard anywhere on his face.
You then made it very clear, tapping the side of his head. Ben found Gwen's hairclip from earlier when they were in the theater, not even for a second thinking about removing it. Ben motioned with a wagging curl of his finger. "You want I should take it off?"
"Aye-ah-ehrm-" You inhaled briskly, trying to find the right words for your feelings, sitting up straighter than before, now with a cloying look on your face. "You made it this far without anybody saying anything, right?"
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The trees had become sporadic, the cars headlights illuminating a clearing of crunchy rock paths and flattened grass with the occasional knee high Joshua tree, before the twin beams fell off entirely, disappearing over the city and into the starlight.
"Here it is." You slammed your car door shut. "What did I tell ya?"
Ben wanted to seem cool, but was letting the older boy know about his feelings the way to go? This seemed like a special place to you, the drive to get here long. Ben took a stab in the dark, hoping to not get bitten. "Wow... nice..." Ben stepped back, folding his arms and tilting his head. It was a nice view, but it didn't feel like he was old enough to get it -- not that he was gonna tell you that.
"Yeah, I like it." You sauntered up to the cliffside "I meant to take Gwen here first and show it off to her." Like a game, your eyes followed little orange hued lines to their destination, seeing if another line intersected before jumping to that one and following the next ones trajectory.
Ben straightened his posture. "Gwen's missing out."
You scratched underneath your neck, feeling that regrowth of hair from where you had shaved, a squint in your eyes as you stared out. You still really wanted to show this to her -- but would it be the same because she came here second? It felt like you messed up -- but at the same time, not really.
"How'd you find out about this place?"
You almost ignored it, but to tell that story, you'd need a drink...
After a sip, you began. "Believe it or not, I was your age once -- and the older kids would tell us nasty shit like how they fingerbanged girls. I couldn't even begin to have imagined what that even was when I was that young." You tried to recall names and pimply faces as they rotated in and out in your mind's eye, trying to be cruder than the last ones in line with their braggadocia of acts they may or may not have taken part in. It was oddly 'nostalgic' to recall stuff like that, but maybe that wasn't the right word for it. 'Traumatizing' wasn't right either, though the memories stuck in your mind for the wrong reasons. "The tenth and twelve graders would brag about taking girls to this spot. Nearly every guy lost their virginity bringing 'em up here. Something about this place would just..." You pointed a fingergun to the side of your temple. "Pew -- fry the neurons of a girl's brain. If you couldn't get laid here, you were never gonna get laid at all."
You let the paperbag slip to the ground, a little more careless now. "What is that?"
You had to clear your throat, the burn a bit much for a second. "Liquid courage."
"Can I have some?"
You got guarded, realising that nickname for booze might have encouraged Ben.
You really didn't like the idea of a kid drinking.
But maybe Gwen was right.
You screwed off the secured lid of the bottle. Lining it up was a bit harder than you expected, as you felt your aim already degrading after just a couple of swigs. "Here. Only a capfull." You presented it to Ben, whose face was full of nothing but second guesses at the strange and smelly liquid. Yet he didn't want to disappoint you. He took it and slugged it down in one go. A chill of disgust sent shivers up his spine, but Ben did everything in his power to hold it back, not wanting to seem lame in front of you.
You could see the sour face creep up for a moment before Ben forced it off. You didn't bring it up, oddly proud of him.
The both of you had crouched down near your vehicle, your knees apart. You told him about your dad and the trials and tribulations of growing up poor -- how lucky you were to meet a girl like Gwen. Meanwhile, Ben told you bullshit sounding stories about aliens and the villains he faced traveling across America with his grandpa. You listened in with a great deal of wide eyed intensity like it was all true and like Ben was the best storyteller ever.
Something in the spirits that night that made it all seem appealing.
You began to lean on Ben as you hit the sauce pretty hard, with Gwen's cousin taking a few selective gulps, your pours for him in the gold cap getting shakier and shakier before Ben had to do it himself -- not that he wanted to. "If society were fair... you'd be my slave, Ben." You smooched the side of his face. "Imagine it... the world has ended... and you'd be my little faggot fucktoy..." You sniffed into a bit of a snarl, eyes unblinking. "I'd protect you -- and after making you taste my cum from both ends, I'd teach you something... I'd teach you everything... you'd think of me as your father and your lover..."
Ben understood it was just drunk talk, but it was oddly intense, like you'd actually come claim him in the middle of the night if there were no more stigmas or rules. For Ben, knowing he'd be taken care of no matter the state of things, was both comforting and discomforting, like a snake eating it's own tail. Though Ben wondered why Gwen wasn't involved in the fantasy. Maybe she was and you saved those thoughts for her -- but maybe Ben was all you needed, and that feeling of being wanted by you had his heart skip a beat, and as weird as it was to admit, had his butthole bracing for impact as it gaped for air in Gwen's panties, expecting you to take him at any moment as you got all cuddly with him.
"I wish I could do that now..." You closed your eyes, dreaming of it being a reality.
"Why don't yoUooOoooOoo-HUP-I'm sorry, but-" Ben wrestled with the ground while trying to get up, managing a beleaguered 4 point stance before finally fully standing, though just barely. Ben then covered his eyes - the bright lights of the town making him queasy. "Uuuuugh, make it stop. Make it stoooop!" It was like he got a stomach virus and the flu in one shot.
Ben drifted off somewhere, and you just barely had the wherewithal to follow after him to make sure he was okay. You moved after Ben in a stupor, hearing something land with a distant smattering.
"UUURP, FOWAAAA-UWAAAAHLL" Ben upchucked, and just when he thought it was over, it came out again. Ben tried to keep his aim true and not on his shoes, while feeling too nauseous to directly look at any specific target.
His knees trembled, prepared to do it again -- but Ben spiked up at the hand on his back, but relaxed just as quickly; Gwen's BF being gentle for once, and wasn't just touching him for some nefarious purpose. It soothed Ben to have the older boy scrubbing his back in smooth back and forth motions.
Nothing left in his stomach, Ben spent the last bit spitting, the inside of his mouth gross. "Tuh. Ptoo. Ptooey." Ben turned his slowly head with a wet eyed look, expecting to be hastily judged or even reprimanded for wasting a meal and drink given to him by the older boy.
You saw he had a layer of moisture on his forehead and the corners of his lips along with a sullen pout. You gave a brotherly tap to his back. "Reminds me of when I was your age." Though you never wanted to make Ben sick, seeing that bubbly smile curl up and down made it kinda worth it.
Like a fast food menu thrown into a blender, it was all a light red slurry, colored by the ketchup they had on their burger and fries. The patty sat at an odd angle from the bumpy terrain it rested on, having a pool like depth to it.
You held Ben as you walked with him back to the car. Ben, despite killing some of his braincells, picked up on a detail you had forgotten about. "How are we gonna get home?"
"We... we... we can't... I can't drive right now..." You shifted back and forth on the spot. "And I may be...................... drunk, but I know I can't drive right now. I can drive later though..." You palmed your temples, already feeling a migraine coming on.
Standing by the driver's side, you lumbered over to the passenger's, leaving Ben on the other. You no longer had that confidence in your step, moving more like a giant actively conscious of his size and worried about toppling over. You propped yourself up on your trunk. "Press that in." Clicking the latch, you and Ben pulled up the roof of your car. Climbing in, you and Ben then double teamed the cranks on opposing doors, the windows coming up.
All that rotating was draining, and you just wanted to sleep -- but first, you opened your arms. Ben understood, hugging you. "Hey." You said while trying not to fall asleep. "You okay?" Ben gave an assured nod, despite not being the least bit sure if he was. He kept his hand over his tummy, feeling for any sudden changes, but the task of checking up on himself got repetitive, and Ben eventually conked out.
Ben slept with his mouth open, nuzzling his face against your chest, his arms underneath your pits, fingers digging deep to reach your shoulder blades, his knees hiked into the sides of your stomach. With your left hand as your pillow against the hard pleather interior, you kept your right hand on the scruff of his neck while your feet and ankles were up at an awkward angle just to be able both fit here and sleep properly.
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