Brian's POV

Mel asked Ben, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Mel smiled an evil smile and then asked, "What's the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?"

"When I was 17…" Ben stopped, looked up at the ceiling, and then back at us. Now he had a smile on his face. He placed his hand over his heart and sang, "When I was 17…" Then he giggled (Mikey joined him, nearly rolling off of his lap). Finally, Ben continued, in a speaking voice, I was in a summer program for literature at Harvard. The whole summer, I had a HUGE, HUGE, crush on my professor. I was a little shy back then, so, even though he had my gaydar pinging off the charts, I didn't act on my crush, not until the last day…"

Daphne exclaimed, "Oh God! What did you do?"

"I snuck into his office, stripped down, and then sprawled out on his couch."

Lindsay's eyes nearly popped out of her head, and Mel made a tsk-ing sound.

Justin asked in an excited voice, "Were you hard when he walked in?"

Ben lowered his head and then nodded. "I'd been thinking about him and I was lying on a leather couch…"

I chuckled. I remembered how much leather turned Ben on.

Ben blushed, actually blushed! "I'd even started jerking off, so my cock was dripping."

Ted gaped (but was smiling, too), and his eyes were wide. He asked, "So?? What happened?"

"The professor walked in…with his wife and two kids…"

Daphne buried her face in her hands. When she re-emerged, she exclaimed, "I would DIE! I would just DIE!"

Ben nodded solemnly.

Justin prodded eagerly, "So what did you do?"

Ben gestured with his hands (the kind of gesture that indicated a shrug). "What could I do? For a few seconds, I was frozen. The kids stared at me with wide eyes, the wife became frantic, trying to turn the kids around so that they would no longer be exposed to my perversion and started screaming at me."

I asked, "What was your professor doing?"

Ben smiled a little shyly. "He gazed at me and licked his lips."

Justin's mouth fell open. Then he started laughing and shaking his head. We all joined him.

"When the wife started throwing books at me, I jumped up and ran out of the room. I didn't even have the presence of mind to grab my clothes, so I ended up sprinting back to my dorm, my hands over my dick. It was humiliating. It was late afternoon on a Friday. Everyone was just coming out of class. I don't think there was a student or teacher who didn't get a peek at my bare ass."

We all laughed harder.

Justin inquired, "Did you ever see that professor again?"

Ben smiled brightly. "Yeah. He came by that same night to my dorm to return my clothes…"

Daphne exclaimed, "Oh my God! Did he fuck you?"

Ben nodded. "Many, many times. He didn't leave until dawn. Thankfully, my roommate for the summer was partying all night. He didn't come back until the next afternoon."

Justin exclaimed, "Wow! Cool!"

Mikey had been silent this entire time, observing Ben closely, with a sad, almost wistful, look on his face.

Ben, oblivious to his partner's unease, shrugged. "Yeah, it turned out alright, but I paid, and dearly, for the marathon fuck."

"What do you mean?"

"I was the student newspaper's top story the next day. Nearly the whole front page was a picture of me running through the Quad with my hand over my dick."

"Holy shit!"

Everyone (but Mikey) burst out laughing. In fact, we laughed for a solid three minutes or so. When we had all recovered, Mikey finally spoke. He inquired hesitantly, "So he was really good, huh?"

Ben tilted his head in confusion.

Mikey clarified, "You liked it when he fucked you?"

Ben looked down and nodded slowly.

Mikey sighed and looked away.

Ben moved his head so that he was facing Mikey and smiled. He said, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Since when did you like being fucked so much?"

Ben laughed. "I was 17!"

Mikey exclaimed indignantly, "You let Brian fuck you!"

I sighed. Justin leaned his head on my shoulder and then nuzzled my neck.

Ben just stared at Mikey for a moment. Then he yelled, yes yelled, "You wanna fuck me? You want me to beg for your cock??"

Mikey, now pouting, nodded.

Ben hissed, "Then act like a man!"

We all stared, most of us gaping.

Mikey turned as white as a sheet, which was quite a feat, since he was already very light complexioned.

Ben continued, "Push me up against a wall or bend me over a God-damned table and fucking take me if you want me!"

No one said a word or even breathed. We just watched with varying degrees of horror etched on our faces. Then Mikey did something, no one, not even Mikey himself, could have foreseen. He stood up, grabbed Ben by the hand, and pulled him to a standing position and out the door. They didn't get far (the hall). In short order, we heard a slam and then grunting and moaning.

Emmett jumped up and ran over to the door. He was just about to pull it open when Lindsay whisper-yelled, "What are you doing?"

Emmett just stared at Lindsay. Then he replied, "Duh…spying…"

"Oh you can't! This is, apparently, a milestone for them. Think about how much it took Michael to take the initiative, especially in front of people…"

Justin added his two cents. "Well, after what Ben said, he had to…"

I nodded my agreement, so did the rest of the men, even Archie.

Emmett asked conspiratorially, "So…are we doing this?"

Lindsay shook her head no. And firmly.

Emmett protested, "Oh come on! We have to take a peek! Don't tell me you aren't all dying to see!"

Unfortunately for Emmett, his protest was followed by a strangled cry and, a couple moments later, Ben and Mikey's re-entry. When the door started to open, Emmett threw up his hands, gasped, and starting running back to his seat. He slipped and nearly tumbled over the chaise. He would have, but Bart caught him. Emmy Lou was a comical sight when Ben and Mikey walked in, all flushed and trembly.

Mikey and Ben were smiling when they walked back in, Mikey, brightly, and Ben, sheepishly. We all started studying various objects in the loft, the floor, the ceiling, the windows, the couch, etc. When they were seated again, Ben asked, "So who's turn is it?"

I chuckled. "Well, I think that what just happened counts as daring Mikey, so it's Mikey's turn."

Ben laughed. "Fair enough."

Mikey was all benevolence. "It's okay. Ben can have my turn."

Ben asked Justin, "Truth or dare?"

Justin purred, "Mmmm…Dare."

Ben grinned and said, "Masturbate in front of everyone."

Justin's eyes widened. "Here? Now?"

Ben nodded.

Justin stuttered, "But Lindsay and Mel are here…"

Ben just stared at him for a moment and then gestured toward the center of the room with his head.

Justin wrinkled his nose cutely.

Justin's POV

I moved to sit on the floor in the center of the living room (on the rug). Suddenly, everything looked like it was in black in white. Except that the whites were so bright. So very bright. It was like they were throbbing, flooding my vision. It was almost as if everyone had a spotlight on them and everything else was dark, like a play or a TV show, but without the color. But I wasn't dizzy or anything. In fact, I felt incredible. Like I could fly if I wanted to (or spontaneously orgasm). I was actually a little excited about this bit of exhibitionism (mostly because I knew it would turn Brian, Master, on and because I was eager to have another orgasm; plus, Lindsay and Mel were but an indistinct bright white blob now).

I lay on the rug, facing Brian. He smiled a little. He was watching me intently. That made me smile.

I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, lifted up my ass, and then sort of shimmied out of them. Then I pushed them the rest of the way down with my foot. Next, I arched my back and pulled my shirt off, sliding it off slowly. Brian's eyes darkened with desire. I licked my lips. Then I touched my cock with one finger. Tracing circles in my precum (which caused more to flow out). I slid my hand over the tip of my cock, smearing my shaft with my precum and then squeezing it hard. I moaned and arched my back, thrusting upward. Then, still looking only at Brian (who was frozen, staring at me with a look that made my heart skip a beat), I bit my lip and started stroking my cock in earnest. I began to pant, and my eyelids drooped a little. I lifted my free hand to my mouth and traced my lips with a finger. Then I slipped it into my mouth and started sucking on it slowly, languorously. Brian spread his legs a little, I imagined, because his cock had hardened to an uncomfortable extent. Next I sent my spit-slick finger down between my legs, to my entrance, tracing circles around it before finally pushing it inside. The moment I did, I heard soft gasps and one low growl. I smiled a million-watt smile, but it soon became something else (when I grazed my prostate). I was suddenly desperate to cum. I started pumping my hips, thrusting upward and arching my back, all the while continuing to jerk off.

I breathed, "Fuck, oh fuck…"

And then gasped, "Brian…"

One minute Brian was on the couch gazing at me hungrily and the next between my legs. He pushed my hand away and deepthroated me in one go. I moaned a deep body moan, loudly, threaded my fingers through soft chestnut hair, and then started fucking Brian's mouth, pushing my cock deeper inside his mouth, the tip of my cock deeper into his throat (Brian took it all; that thought gave me the most delicious shudder). But I couldn't help it (couldn't stop myself from fucking Brian's mouth). All I could see was bright white light, and all I could feel was pleasure, warm gushing pleasure, like I was surrounded by warm gel. It surrounded me, undulating against my skin, bringing me ever closer to completion. I began to mutter-moan, "Of fuck, oh God, oh Brian, yes, yes, yes!"

Then I was shooting my load down his throat.

Then Brian was redressing me, his face a little tight (I doubt he planned to finish me off; Brian was still uncomfortable letting others know just how much he desired me, how little control he had where I was concerned).

Then I was wrapped in Brian's warm embrace. I sighed in contentment. Brian smiled softly. I was melty and floaty and so fucking happy.

I should have known then what was coming. Every time life is good, perfect, someone sneaks up behind me with a bat and bashes my head in (literally and figuratively).

But I was oblivious to the coming danger. I smiled naughtily and asked Lindsay, "Truth or dare?"

She was pondering the question when it happened. We didn't realize until this moment that Mikey had not locked the door or reset the alarm.

It was the loft door sliding open. A strange reversal of a dream that had plagued me for months after the bashing. The loft door sliding open to reveal Chris Hobbs. Chris Hobbs and two guys who'd played football with Chris in high school.

They were all carrying guns.

A/N: The scene Brian refers to at the beginning of the tripping truth or dare game is still to come....