College Ben - A New Semester - Part Two

So, I hold my hands up - I made a mistake! When I reread Part One, I realised that I was taking a direction with Ben that didn't remotely fit with Ben or his history. Therefore, I've decided to cheat slightly and I've changed my approach, so apologies to the eagle-eyed amongst you who will spot me backtracking, but . . . I hope the new direction will work much better. This instalment somewhat sets up the new approach but I hope you guys enjoy this return to more classic Ben!

Ben had waited at the coffee shop for nearly an hour for Grant to come back after he’d chased after Matt, but with his jeans still hanging open, Ben gave up on waiting and headed back to his dorm, his furry crack on show nearly the whole way.

Once he’d changed into his sweats and collapsed on to his bed to watch a movie, his phone vibrated to announce a new message.

“Sorry. Still with Matt. Meet me tomorrow. G.”

Ben wasn’t sure how he felt about Grant still being with Matt, but if he wasn’t seeing Grant later on then he desperately needed to deal with his dick. He was no longer throbbing at full mast, but he still had a semi. After groping Grant and talking about the gala and his night with Josh, he was too horny to just leave it alone. Grunting, Ben tugged his sweats down and his cock sprang free begging for attention.

Yanking his shirt up to reveal his furry stomach, Ben wrapped his hand around his dick and moaned at the contact. He started slow, stroking up and down his length whilst he tugged his balls with his free hand, but as he thought about Grant and Josh and the number of times he’d been on show recently, he soon found his hand speeding up, gripping his cock with just the right amount of pressure.

Ben’s toes curled and he started panting as his balls drew up and the muscles tensed in his thick thighs.

“Oh fuck, fuck, yeah,” he moaned as the first rope of cum shot across his stomach, splattering into the fur. He milked every drop from his cock, his stomach, cock and balls covered in his juice. With a sigh of contentment, Ben sagged back against the bed for a few minutes before jumping up and heading into the bathroom to shower.

After a long hot shower, Ben tugged on a clean t-shirt that barely covered his belly and a fresh pair of sweats that seemed to have shrunk a little. He knew he needed to get some new undies but that would have to wait until the following day. All he wanted to do for the rest of the night was order pizza, watch movies and sleep.

It was just after Ben had ordered food that his phone went again.

“Meet me for coffee at 3 tomorrow. Same place. Sorry again about today. G.”

Ben smiled and replied to say he’d be there before relaxing into the bed for a very lazy night.

It was gone midday when Ben woke the following day, and it was just after two when he finally dragged himself out of bed and climbed into the shower. Once he was dried, he eyed his closet with a look of utter contempt. The jeans he’d been wearing for weeks were now unwearable until he attempted to repair them, which meant that he was stuck with two options, either a pair of shorts from camp or a pair of trousers that he knew wouldn’t button. Shorts it was, with the same sweater he'd worn the day before. He’d meet Grant for coffee and then go shopping for some new undies and maybe some new jeans.

The sweater was just as snug as the day before but when Ben tried pulling on the shorts, he was stunned by how snug they were. He knew he’d gained a little weight since camp, but he had no idea it would be quite so bad. The shorts looked like they were glued to his thighs, and even though he did manage to button them, they only just covered his butt, which combined with the sweater meant that his furry crack was just visible above the waistband.

Ben tugged on a pair of socks and his sneakers, grabbed his phone and card and headed to meet Grant at the coffee shop.

It was a fairly mild day for February and Ben found he was sweaty by the time he stepped inside the coffee shop.

“Hey you,” Grant said, jumping up from a table and coming to greet him. “Isn’t it a little cold for shorts?”

Ben laughed. “Maybe, but I don’t have much left in my closet. I really need to do some shopping after we finish coffee.”

Grant frowned. “Um, we won’t be able to shop after coffee. We have to . . . do something else.”

“What are we doing?”

Grant shifted uncomfortably where he stood. “Let me grab you a coffee and a muffin and I’ll tell you.”

Seeing how nervous Grant was made Ben immediately feel anxious. What the hell was going on?

After no time at all, Grant came to the table with two coffees and a muffin.

“So, what’s going on?” Ben asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Grant sighed. “So, I caught up with Matt yesterday and . . . we talked.”

“That’s a good thing though, right? You guys haven’t talked for weeks.”

“We haven’t, and it was good that we were talking, but the subject matter was difficult. I’ve managed to convince Matt not to blackmail us with those photos he took at the gala, and he’s agreed not to.”

Ben’s face lit up. “Grant, that’s amazing! Why aren’t you happy about this?”

Grant looked sheepish as he took a gulp of his own coffee. “It’s not quite that simple. Matt is bored and he wants to cause havoc. It wasn’t easy to convince him, and he had an alternative suggestion that I couldn’t get him to drop.”

Ben could only imagine what sort of hell Matt would have concocted. “And?”

“We have to attend Matt’s study group every week until the end of the year.”

A frown creased Ben’s forehead. “What’s so bad about that?”

“Matt’s study group is him and five other guys from the sports department. Each week Matt will use one or both of us to prank, tease or humiliate. The study group will be vowed to silence, but every week we’re going to have to deal with whatever Matt comes up with, and I know Matt, he won’t make this fun.”

“But . . . he can’t do that,” Ben whispered.

“We can ignore his request and hope he doesn’t share the photos, but I think doing the study group might be the safer option. It’s contained to a small group and it’s only a couple of hours a week.”

“I guess it won’t be that bad then,” Ben said, remembering back to camp and the amount of times Matt had teased him, or forced him into embarrassing situations.

“The problem is that Matt saw us at the gala. He knows how much we both got off on what happened to us there and he’s smart enough to know what we enjoyed. He could do anything to us.”

Ben sighed. “I guess we just have to turn up and see what happens then.”

Grant nodded. “I think so too. Eat your muffin. We need to be at the library to meet them in half an hour. They’ve got a study room booked.”

“But . . .” Ben looked down at the shorts digging into his thighs. “I can’t go to the first one dressed like this.”

Grant shrugged. “We’ve got no time for you to change. We’ll just have to suck it up and see what happens.”

“But I’m commando again,” Ben whimpered with a blush.

“Fuck! Don’t tell me stuff like that,” Grant said as he adjusted the bulge in his jeans. “We just need to get through the next few hours and then we’ll take you clothes shopping, grab some food and then head back to your dorm and have some fun. Deal?”

Ben nodded, eagerly wanting to skip to his dorm. “Deal.”

The library was fairly empty when they arrived, and Grant led them down a corridor to one of the many study rooms that students could book for study groups.

“Here goes nothing,” Grant whispered before pushing the door open.

Ben followed Grant inside and felt his jaw drop at the sight before him. Matt was stood with five guys who looked like they’d stepped out of some frat bro catalogue. Each one of them was tall, broad, muscular and godly. Both Ben and Grant’s jaws hung open at the sight before them.

“Who are these two?” a ridiculously handsome guy with messy brown hair said with a frown.

“Ben here is a second year and he’ll be our senior student support. The smaller guy is Grant and he’ll be observing the study group for a different course.”

The guys seemed to take what Matt had said as gospel, but Ben noticed that the guy with the messy hair was whispering to a blond guy next to him and gesturing in his direction.

“Oops,” Matt said in a loud dramatic tone as he knocked a pen on to the floor and watched it roll under a chair. “Ben, would you mind grabbing that for me?”

Ben looked at Grant, who shrugged and looked at the floor. Ben knew exactly what Matt was doing. If he got down on all fours to grab that pen, his shorts would be halfway down his ass, and they’d all get a good laugh at his hairy crack.

But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t come up with a reason to say no. After all, this was exactly why he was here.

Memories of camp on that first day the boys had arrived sprung to mind as Ben got down on his knees. He remembered bending over to get the key he dropped in front of his camp squadron and hearing the sniggers and comments about his crack.

Sure enough, as he leaned forward to grab the pen, he felt his shorts slide down over the top of his ass, exposing the tops of his furry cheeks.

“Fuck! You could park a bike in there,” one of the guys laughed.

The others joined in and Ben felt his cheeks heat as he grabbed the pen and tried to stand up, a hard feat given how tight the shorts were. He tried to tug them back up, but they were so snug that it was nearly impossible.

Ben handed the pen to Matt before looking at Grant who was standing awkwardly with his hands in front of his crotch. Immediately, Ben knew that Grant must be hard, and that made his own cock start to chub up.

This was going to be a seriously interesting study group!

The study group is happening weekly and Ben and Grant are in for a rough time, but I'd love to know what you'd like to see happen to them - drop your ideas in the comments!