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This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout

I had a good plan. I was going to tell my boss I wasn't feeling very well so I could get out of the work event tonight. It was going to be tricky, as I'd actually helped organise the event, so it wouldn't look good for me to leave early. 

I work for a small publishing house, and today was the launch event for a new book. It was a big moment for the whole team. I was one of the main people who helped secure the book and had also been spearheading the event, planning and organising it over the last couple of weeks. Though I had been very distracted over the last few weeks, my head had been full of thoughts of my boyfriend having sex with our neighbour. 

I trusted Will. I really did. But I didn't trust Benjy. I didn't like the idea of being at a work event while he was throwing himself at Will, trying to get my boyfriend to sleep with him. I knew Will wouldn't do it, but it all felt a bit weird, so I’d much rather be at home.

I can't believe I got so drunk last night, and I can't believe I ended up betting with Benjy that he wouldn't sleep with my boyfriend. Part of me wondered whether the whole thing was planned. Benjy wanted me to get drunk and bet him he couldn’t get Will to fuck him. I don't think he could be that devious, though. And why would he care that much about sleeping with my boyfriend? Benjy can have pretty much any other guy he wants. 

It was just a drunken, silly moment between us. And I'm sure he's woken up today, regretted it, and has no plans to do anything. 

But just to be sure, I'm going to tell my boss I'm unwell and head home early.

That was the plan anyway, but the day got far more complicated. We had last-minute guest list issues; the caterers’ order was wrong, so we had to organise last-minute food options. I had to step up and take charge, so I never got a chance to tell my boss I had to go home early because I wasn't feeling well. I had to be at the event; I didn’t have a choice. It was so important that it went well.

I had been texting Will throughout the day. He said he'd missed me last night, hoped I was okay, and that his event had gone well. It was for a new contract his company had secured at his job; it was just an excuse for everyone to go for drinks. He has them all the time. He said he'd rather have been home with me, but he was excited to see me later tonight when I got back. He was going to have a few after-work drinks, then head home.

We were going to have the weekend together, just the two of us hanging out, maybe do a bit more decorating in the flat. I was excited about that, but I kept feeling so bad about last night. I hadn't told Will I'd spent it getting drunk with Benjy, and I hadn't told him why. That I'd seen Benjy having sex. And I hadn't told him that I'd ended up placing a bet with Benjy that he couldn't get my boyfriend to fuck him.

But I didn't want to tell him, and I didn't need to. I'll get out of this event as soon as I can, head home, and Will and I can hang out. I’m finally going to put this Benjy thing behind me; no more challenging our neighbour to try to fuck my boyfriend.

After texting Will, I felt a bit better. I had been silly to worry in the first place. It was all going to be fine. Nothing was going to happen. I focused on the event. That was the most important thing and the main part of my job, so I didn't want to fuck this up, but I still planned to go home as early as I could. 

Work finished, the event kicked off, and luckily, I'd managed to sort out all the issues, so everything was running smoothly. My boss seemed really happy, and everyone was getting drunk. I decided I'd have a couple of glasses of wine to take the edge off. It got to about seven, and I knew that Will would be on his way home by now, and that's when I started to get worried again. But also weirdly horny. I kept thinking of Will going home, a bit drunk from the pub, and wondering if Benjy was gonna do it and how he would do it. Maybe he'd tell him there was some problem again, invite him over, and then just kiss him? I kept having these crazy flashes of Benjy on the sofa in his flat, getting fucked hard by Will, both of them just completely lost to the lust. Their bodies writhing, Will's raw cock inside Benjy. I bet Benjy's a really good fuck…

Oh God, damn it, I gotta stop thinking about this.

Then my phone buzzed.

WILL: Nearly home. Hope the events going well. See you later, baby xx

Okay, good. It’s all fine. Just relax.

I mingled more at the event, chatted to more people, and received lots of compliments on how well it was going. My mind was still on Will, though; he was home. Was Benjy trying it on? I know Will will reject him, but will he be angry if he finds out about the drunken bet?

I slipped out and tried to call him, but he didn't answer.

Ok, now I was really starting to spin out. Why wasn't he answering? Was he home? Had something happened to Benjy? No, no, this is madness. Of course not. There is absolutely no way Will would fuck Benjy. There is no way Will would cheat on me with anybody… even our incredibly hot and incredibly horny neighbour. Fuck.

I decided I couldn't wait any more. It was getting late now; it was almost nine. Will had been home for a couple of hours, and I hadn't heard anything from him, so I was gonna head off. I told my boss I was a bit tired; it'd been a long day. He said he completely understood that I'd done really well and that I'd definitely deserve to head home. I grabbed my stuff, said my goodbyes, and headed out. 

I was trying not to run to the train, trying to pretend everything was fine, trying to pretend I wasn't freaking out and was really worried that, at this very moment, my boyfriend was fucking Benjy. No, that isn't happening. That wouldn't be happening. Just get home, you'll find Will, and everything will be fine.

When I got to the train station, my train was delayed. God damn it! The one day I needed to get home quickly. In the end, I had an absolute nightmare getting home, so by the time I got back to our building, it was past ten.

My stomach was doing somersaults as I went into our building. As I got onto our floor, I was so nervous I was almost shaking. I walked down the corridor towards our flat, and as I got near the door, I stopped and listened. I couldn't help it. There was a part of me that was petrified I'd now hear the sounds of fucking from Benjy's apartment, and that it might be Will. But there was also a part of me that wanted it to be that. If I were being really honest, a part of me, deep down, a dark part of me, secretly wanted to hear my boyfriend fucking Benjy. 

There was silence. There was no sound. Of course there wasn’t; I was being an idiot.

I went into our apartment, and all was quiet. I called out for Will, but didn't get an answer. I put my stuff down and went to the bedroom. When I opened the door, Will was in bed, lying on his side, and I could hear him sleeping soundly. He must've been exhausted. I suddenly felt so much better. I realised how stressed out I'd been since last night. I realised that, as much as I kept saying Will would never do it, there was part of me that wondered if he would, that thought he might, that thought that if Benjy really did try it on with him, he wouldn't be able to resist. I mean, Benjy is ridiculously hot.

But he hadn't. He was in bed. My perfect boyfriend was sleeping soundly. I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and was about to head to bed when my phone buzzed.

My stomach dropped when I saw who it was from. It was Benjy.

BENJY: You were right. He does have a huge cock.

I froze.

What the fuck?

I had to grip the counter to steady myself.

He’s lying.

-

I barely slept that night. I was tossing and turning the whole night. I snuggled into Will. I smelled him, thinking maybe I could even smell Benji on him, but I couldn't. After I got that text, I really didn’t know what to do, but I chose to ignore it. Benjy was just being an asshole. So I went to bed.

The next morning, I got up, and I still didn't know what to do. Do I say something to Will? Benjy says that you slept with him. No, no, this is all bullshit. Benjy's just fucking with my head. He's crazy. Will was completely normal the next day. We had a coffee together before we both had to go to work, and we chatted about our days. He was excited to hang out that night because we hadn't seen each other for the last two days. Everything seemed completely normal and fine. Benjy was lying; he was winding me up, the asshole.

I headed into work, and luckily, I had a busy day, which helped take my mind off all the madness with Benjy. Everyone was very happy after the event, and my boss pulled me into his office to congratulate me. I texted Will to let him know, and he sent me a nice message saying he was proud of me and that we should open a bottle of wine tonight to celebrate.

By the afternoon, I was feeling a lot better. I was certain that Benjy was just winding me up, so I replied to his message.

LUKE: I know you're lying; just admit that it didn't happen.

His reply came back fast.

BENJY: You don't believe me?

LUKE: No, I don't.

BENJY: I'll prove it to you. Come home early tomorrow, be back by 4.

Tomorrow is Friday, and I can get away from the office a bit early. But I had encouraged this crazy behaviour from him long enough; he had not fucked Will.

LUKE: Just admit it didn't happen.

BENJY: It happened. He’s so loud when he cums 😉 If you’re so sure, come home from work early tomorrow.

Will was a loud cummer, but that’s not evidence. Benjy was really pissing me off.

LUKE: Fine. But then this is all done with.

BENJY: Sure. Remember, you wanted this. I know you’re hard right now.

Fuck. He was right. My cock was hard. What the fuck was wrong with me? I kept having flashes of Benjy on the bed with his legs spread, as I had seen him. But the guy on top wasn’t some random; it was Will. Will’s big, meaty ass was tensing as he fucked his cock into Benjy’s tight hole… both moaning… Benjy looked over at me… and smiled…

I pushed the image away and tried to calm myself so my cock would go down.

I’ll come home early tomorrow, and I’m sure I’ll find nothing. Just Benjy winding me up.

-

Will and I had a quiet evening together at home that night. We cooked dinner, opened a bottle of wine to celebrate my successful work event, and watched TV. It was so nice, and I managed to stop thinking about Benjy. Will was so normal and loving, with no sign that he’d fucked our neighbour the night before. Because he obviously hadn’t. 

We went to bed early and quickly got naked together, kissing and feeling our bodies. Will fucked me hard, on my back with my legs spread. As he was on top of me, grunting and moaning, I couldn’t help but think of Benjy…but I pushed him from my mind. I just focused on my hot boyfriend, his sexy body, and how good his cock felt inside me.

When Will shot his load inside me, he yelled out loudly. I thought of Benjy again, fucking Benjy! I had to stop letting him get inside my head. But as I shot my load, I was thinking of Will fucking his load into Benjy.

After we fucked, Will went to wash up, and I saw his phone on the side table. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. I picked it up and quickly unlocked it. I scrolled through his messages, looking for the texts from Benjy I had seen, to see if there were any more… but there were none. That was odd. I know he had got some before, so why had he deleted them? I heard Will coming back before I could look any more, so I put the phone back.

My dreams that night were full of Benjy…and Will. Fucking.

-

I was very unfocused in the office again, so I was glad it was Friday. I did no work after lunch; I was just waiting to head home early.

I got a text from Will.

WILL: Got to go for some drinks after work, so I’ll be home a bit later xx

I text him back.

LUKE: Me too, baby, see you at home later xx

I was lying; I was leaving to go home soon. I felt so stupid lying to Will. But I had this creeping feeling since I saw that Will had deleted his texts to Benjy last night. I needed to know what Benjy wanted me to come home early for.

Just after three, I said my goodbyes and left the office.

When I got back to our building, I took the lift, then walked down the corridor to our apartment and Benjy’s.

As I got close, I was listening so hard. At first I couldn’t hear anything… but then I heard a moan…

I froze, listening so intently. There was moaning, I could hear it.

I crept closer to Benjy’s door, and it became clearer. I could hear Benjy moaning, and someone else.

It doesn't matter. Benjy is just fucking some random guy again. Why did he want me here for this?

But as I listened more, I had a sinking feeling…

Those other moans…they sounded so familiar…

No. It couldn’t be.

Was that Will?

I felt like the earth had been moved from under me. Everything was spinning.

The moans were loud now, Benjy was being fucked hard.

It can’t be.

I took hold of the door handle…

I wasn’t sure if I should go in. Wasn’t sure if I wanted to see what was inside.

But my dick was rock hard.

And I felt sick.

I held the door handle, deciding what to do. Leave, or go in.

The moaning got louder.