College Ben - A New Semester - Part One

I'm very excited to share the first instalment in a new Ben series. As voted for by you, we're continuing Ben's college story and I have some seriously mean events lined up for Ben - this picks up off the back of the last College Ben story where Matt caught Ben and Grant! And I apologise in advance as this chapter is the setup to the new series so it is a total tease - sorry!

I hope you guys enjoy this and let me know in the comments what you'd love to see happen to Ben!

It was the beginning of February and Ben was feeling more than a little uneasy as he left his room at college and headed to his favourite coffee shop. 

The last couple of months had been somewhat of a whirlwind for Ben. First, there was the insane night at the Gala event with Grant. It had still been one of the hottest nights of Ben’s life, and he had had many a jerk-off session remembering the sight of Grant’s sexy butt through his ripped pants. 

Unfortunately, what Ben also couldn’t forget was Matt catching them afterwards. 

“A mess isn’t quite what I’d call it.” 

Ben and Grant and had said they could explain but Matt hadn’t given them a chance. He’d simply snapped a photo on his phone of the two of them and walked off. Grant had tried to speak to Matt multiple times since but had had no luck at all. Matt was ghosting them both. 

Then it had been the holidays where Ben had gained another few pounds, not to mention completely exposing himself at a New Years party, and then he’d returned to college and met a guy called Josh who’d ripped his pants wide open in the middle of a bar, and he and Ben had ended up hooking up in the bar toilets. 

Ben had been on a couple of coffee dates with Grant before the holidays, but since he’d come back, and since he’d hooked up with Josh, Ben couldn’t deny that he was somewhat avoiding the guy that he was smitten with. He felt so guilty about hooking up with Josh when he was dating Grant, and he was so out of his depth that he’d taken to hiding himself away rather than dealing with any of it. 

As Ben neared the coffee shop, he caught his reflection in a store window and knew he should have worn something different. He’d thrown on a sweater his parents had bought him for Christmas which was a little on the short side and he could just say the bottom of his stomach trying to peak out. The sweater wasn’t helped by the pair of jeans that Ben had thrown on, which were digging uncomfortably into his hips and which he could barely get to cover his butt crack. It didn’t help that he'd gone commando because he’d accidentally ripped the last pair of briefs he owned the day before. 

Trying to ignore the breeze on his butt, Ben entered the coffee shop, ordered himself an iced coffee and a muffin and headed towards the back to find a quiet table. He sat down and was unsurprised when his bare butt touched the leather of the seat. 

“Damn jeans,” he muttered as he tried to tug them up but to no avail. He’d just have to deal with his thick furry cheeks hanging out. At least no one was behind him. 

Ben was just about to take a bite off of his muffin when he was interrupted by the person he wanted to see most . . . and least. 

“I hoped I might find you in here at some point.” 

Ben’s cheeks heated with shame as he looked up at a rather miserable looking Grant. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

“Are you going to ignore me in person too?” Grant asked, the hurt clear in his eyes. 

Ben shook his head. “I’m trying to find a way to say sorry, but . . . I guess there isn’t one when I’ve been such a dick.” 

Grant sighed and sat down opposite Ben. “You’re not a dick. At least I hope you’re not. I’m just confused. Why did you disappear? I thought we were having fun before the holidays and then you just vanished.” 

Gripping his glass tightly in his hands, Ben took a breath. “I hooked up with someone when I got back to campus after the holidays, and I feel so awful about it. I just couldn’t bring myself to see you because I feel so guilty.”

Ben waited for the axe to drop, but instead Grant burst out laughing. 

“What’s funny? Aren’t you mad?” 

Grant finally managed to control himself and shook his head. “Of course I’m not mad. For a start, we’re not exclusive, but more than that, you don’t need to push me away because you hook up with someone else. If we decide to take things further between us, we can choose whatever type of relationship we want.”

Ben’s mouth formed a silent “o” of surprise. 

“You really ignored me because you were ashamed of a hook up?” 

Ben nodded. “I guess I maybe thought things were a bit more serious than they were.” 

“They are serious. Don’t get me wrong about that. I really want to keep dating you, but we maybe need to be a little better at communicating. For a start, who was the hookup? Tell me all.” 

Having never dated or been in any kind of relationship before, Ben wasn’t expecting Grant to be so cool, but knowing he was just made Ben like him even more, so Ben dived into telling the story about Josh and the way he’d ripped his pants in the bar. 

When Ben had finished, his cock was throbbing against the rough denim of his jeans, and he was fairly certain that he was leaking precum.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Grant said when Ben stopped talking and took a sip of his iced latte. “I mean, I don’t blame you for hooking up with him. I’m a bit jealous you got to see that.” 

“It was nearly as hot as when you did it,” Ben said with a grin, his cock agreeing with him. 

Grant blushed. “Oh fuck, please don’t talk about that. I’m hard as a rock already.” 

Ben grinned, loving that he’d caused that. “Oh really?” 

Completely dispensing with his normal lack of confidence, Ben leaned forward and ran his hand up Grant’s thigh, before groping the bulge in Grant’s jeans. 

“Oh yeah. You’re definitely hard,” Ben chuckled. 

“No fair,” Grant said. “Given how bad you felt about that hot hookup, I reckon you need to make it up to me.” 

Ben’s dick perked up even more at the ideas that raced through his head at that. “What do you have in mind?” 

Grant thought for a few seconds before looking down at Ben’s crotch. “What undies are you wearing today?” 

“Umm, I’m not wearing. I ripped my last pair of briefs yesterday.”

“Fuck, you’re commando right now?” 

Ben nodded. 

Grant looked around. “There’s no one around, stand up and undo your fly. I want proof.” 

“Right here?” Ben whispered in a scandalised tone. 

“Yep, right here.” 

Feeling bold, Ben stood up and keeping his eyes locked on Grant’s, he slowly pulled down the zipper, his trimmed pubes and the base of his cock coming into view. 

“I told you,” Ben said with a grin at the sight of Grant practically drooling over what he saw. 

Ben was about to zip up when he heard footsteps. Not wanting to get caught, he quickly sat down, which was an epic mistake. With the fly undone, the strain on his jeans button was too much, and as he sat, the button pinged off and bounced across the floor. 

Grant immediately noticed what had happened and was about to laugh when someone stopped at their table. 

“I thought I recognised the voices. If it isn’t the two lovebirds.”

Ben and Grant both looked up at Matt who had a devious smile plastered on his face. 

“Uh, hi Matt,” Ben said as he surreptitiously tried to hold the open flaps of his jeans closed. 

“What a surprise. Having another wardrobe malfunction?” 

“What do you want, Matt? I’ve been trying to get hold of you for weeks.” 

Matt shrugged. “I thought I’d let you two sweat it out for a bit, but as I’ve bumped into you. You’re going to receive some instructions tonight via email and a package will follow. If you want me to keep those pics I took at the gala to myself, I suggest you follow them. Laters.” 

Ben and Grant watched Matt leave with open mouths. 

“What the hell does he mean?” Grant said eventually. 

“I don’t know, but I reckon we should go and talk to him,” Ben said, and jumped up from his seat. 

As he got to his feet, Ben’s jeans fell open, too tight to fall down completely, and his hard cock swung into view the head glistening with precum. 

Grant licked his lips as Ben gasped and hurriedly tried to stuff his cock away. 

“I’m torn between running after Matt or dragging you into the restroom.” 

“You’re faster than me,” Ben said with a shrug. “And I don’t want Matt to see my pants like this, so maybe you go, and I’ll wait here. We can hit the restroom when you’re back.” 

Grant laughed and ran out of the coffee shop, leaving Ben to try and adjust his jeans, wondering how the hell he’d get home like that, not to mention what the hell Matt had planned for him and Grant.