Nearly a week had passed since the night Bruce had fucked Benji. It had been a night of passionate, hot sex as Benji had been broken down completely and his wanton desires had been revealed. Though he did not mind the fact that one of his rather perverse faults had been revealed, he did mind that it had seemed more and more like he had allowed himself to be broken down in vain. Brian knew that Benji loved the dick, but he had not called again. This annoyed Benji as he had been eagerly anticipating another such night. He had spent much time masturbating, jacking off his dick and fingering his ass to thoughts of what that night might be like and now he was craving the real thing and another night alone was not going to do. He had tried to go to Bruce's room at night, but had usually always found people there and when he had come back later Bruce was asleep and his door locked from the inside. The two didn't see each other much at school as they didn't share any classes and so it was mostly at hostel that they could see each other, but Bruce had always had other people around him, being so damn popular. Whenever Benji went over to speak to him during lunch, Bruce had people talking to him. After lunch, again people talking to him. After that, rugby practice for Bruce and Benji had to go to hockey practice himself. After that, people again. During dinner, during breaks between study sessions, in his room late at night, always people. Benji's lust for sex was driving him near mad as he began to fear that Bruce was just not going to fuck him again. It certainly did seem like he was being avoided for some reason. He tried sending Bruce a text message via his mobile phone that they should talk, but got no reply. He then confronted Bruce during lunch. He walked over to his table, as he was talking to Sisco, the fullback on Bruce's rugby team, about whether he had got his text, trying to appear as casual as possible, while not seeming too mysterious, as he asked Bruce what he thought about the text he got. Of course Benji noticed Sisco's curious frown the moment he asked Bruce this.
" What's good cuz! Oh yeah, I got your text man. Sorry I didn't reply I didn't have any moneys on my phone, you know how it is," Bruce said, cracking up and being jovial.
Brian pretended to laugh," Yeah sure what ever man."
"What did you want to talk about anyways?" Bruce asked him casually.
Benji didn't reply. He froze for a moment, mixed emotions clouding his mind as he became aware that Bruce had challenged him. Was he serious? How could he ask him that? What if he did reply and say exactly what he wanted to talk about? Benji was no coward; he had a very good impulse to just say it right then and there. About them, about how they had fucked, that they had made love and had no less than gay sex. In front of all guys Benji would say it, regardless of the fact that his own reputation would be ruined, he would also sabotage Bruce's since he had been so fucking stubborn and refused to talk to him. But then suddenly he remembered himself... the night Bruce had fucked him, how he had pretty much begged for the dick and degraded himself. If Bruce was going to tell people that Benji had been so wanton and slutty, more damage would be done onto his reputation than Bruce's. Damn! This was unfair.
"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to you later about it," Benji surrendered, deciding its better not to ask.
Bruce laughed at something Sisco had said. He turned to Benji," Hmm? Okay man, whatever. Talk to you later."
Of course he didn't see Benji 's face go mad with fury at this rebuke. But mad with fury it did get. Benji couldn't believe this, he wasn't just some average guy on the street, he was a damn good looking piece of ass and he had just been turned down by an alpha, red blooded male. How the fuck did that happen?
"Okay Bruce, don't worry too much about it. More power to you then. Enjoy your lunch," Benji said and walked away, not caring that Bruce had barely shown registry of his comment.
"Fuck him", he said under his breath as he walked away." I don't need his ass."
The following night, Benji had just finished his homework and was lying in bed reading and waiting to fall asleep, when a knock on the door happened to disturb him.
"Come in," he said, wondering who it was this late.
To his surprise, it was one of the juniors, having been sent on an errand.
"What is it?" Benji asked him.
"Um sorry to disturb you Benji, but um Bruce said that he wants to talk to you?" the young kid told him.
"Oh? Where's he at?" asked Benji, as he tried to suppress his excitement.
"He's in his room."
"So why the fuck doesn't he come here then?" he asked the junior an obviously rhetoric question.
The kid looked a little confused and tried to think of an answer. "Um... I don't know," he said.
Benji climbed out of his bed and put shorts on (he usually slept in his boxers).
"Okay thanks kid, go to fucking bed now," Benji said as he tried to sound a little tough.
"Yes Benji," and the junior was out.
Minutes later, it was Benji knocking on Bruce's door. He had tried to stop thinking about the stud who had fucked him so well, and had for the most part succeeded, but now being summoned, he had no choice really but to see what was the going to happen between the two.
"Come in," Bruce's husky voice said.
Benji stepped in the room and was a little amazed to find Bruce the only one in it, for a change. He was sitting on his desk, his reading light on and soft RnB music playing in the background. He was wearing tracksuits pants but his chest was bare, the sight of which made Benji lick his lips. It looked like his pecks had grown a little since he last saw them.
"Oh hey Benji, how you doing man?" he asked, pretending a lot like he wasn't expecting him for some reason. HE turned in his chair to face him, making Benji think he looked like a big time boss about to fire an employee.
"How I am doing? I am fucking peachy. Why the hell have you been avoiding me?" Benji asked him, trying not to sound too angry. He really wanted to burst at his friend for having been such a dick and refusing to talk to him.
"Avoiding you? I haven't been avoiding you Benji. I just needed some time to think."
"About what?" Benji asked, not realising that Bruce seemed more pacified and serious than usual. It certainly was not the same asshole jock that Benji had tried to speak to the day before at lunch.
