Bennie and the Ace of Hearts

If you have read my stories before, you know I like to write so that the two main characters each give their version in alternating chapters. This is more of crime/detective story, so it doesn't have a lot of sex scenes, but I hope you like the ones that are included. Bennie and Adam are the main guys and chapter 1 has Bennie telling us about his life to this point. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Bennie and the Ace of Hearts

Chapter 1

Bennie

I clicked on the final submit button, and within a few seconds $250,000 was on its way to my account in the Cayman Islands. It had taken about two days to break into the account that I just transferred the money from, without being noticed. It would probably be another day or two before the rightful owner noticed that the money was missing. Now, before you judge me, let me tell you the whole story, the guy I stole the money from is a complete asshole. He stole the money from a bunch of little old ladies and other trusting senior citizens, in some cases their entire life savings. I had heard a couple of people talking in a coffee shop the previous week. One was telling the other about a friend of their mother’s that lost $25,000 to this con man and was going to have to sell her house and move in with her kids because of it. Things like this piss me off, and to quote Liam Neeson, “I have a certain set of skills”, and I am not afraid to use them. I am a computer hacker, I actually don’t care about hacking into the big banks, or retail web sites, I don’t want to take money or information from the regular everyday working person. I focus on the bad guys, drug dealers, scam runners and God help you if you are a sex trafficker. I justify my actions by stealing from those who are stealing from others. Like I said, please don’t judge me, I am a nice guy, actually I’m adorable.

I was born to single mother, my father, who my grandmother would later tell me, was just a “sperm donor” in my mother’s eyes. I never knew him or even what his name was, mother wanted a kid, I still am unsure why, and she used the first guy that came along until she became pregnant then kicked him to the curb. I am pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist. Mother is an only child, my grandfather is Bennett T. Harlow, so I was of course named Bennett T. Harlow II. My grandfather was the founder of Harlow industries. Back in the 1950’s he invented some valve, or solenoid, or some sort of gadget that goes in airplanes. He made a lot of money and then started buying up all the smaller companies that made similar parts and he was quickly worth millions. He groomed mother to take over the company, and she spent her life stepping into that role, she was the dragon lady of the company and the only thing that mattered was where she was going to make her next buck. Like I said, I’m not sure why she bothered to give birth to me, she was always working, and I spent my childhood being raised by nannies and attending boarding schools.

The one family member that was always there for me was my grandmother. Grams, as I called her, was the only one to show me any affection at all. She took me to the theatre, symphony, ballet and countless museums and art galleries. I especially liked the ballet, it might have had to do with all the guys dancing in their tights. Oh, those tights, they left very little to the imagination. The most memorable was in New York, the lead dancer looked as if he had a 10 pair of socks stuffed in his tights, my imagination ran wild, I just wanted to…, but I digress, back to Grams. She also took me on trips to Europe and Asia to expose me to all the cultures that the world has to offer. Hell, I am the only kid I know that owned over 10 tuxedos by the time I was 15, having outgrown all of them. “When we go to the theatre, you will dress and act like a proper young man”, is what she told me every time I rolled my eyes at getting into my monkey suit. I learned very quickly that children were not to speak unless spoken to and a firm handshake was the appropriate response to a greeting from any of Gram’s friends. A smile and a thank you ma’am were said each time someone patted my head and said, “what nice young man”. I told you I was adorable, oh, I am also charming, thanks to Grams.

Grams also taught me the importance of giving back, I helped her with countless fundraising projects and volunteered at least weekly. She made sure that I saw those that weren’t as lucky as I was and to feel empathy for them, we didn’t just give them money, we helped them. Grams gave me the old “give a man a fish, teach a man to fish” analogy. She believed it and taught me to believe it too.

My mother believed that love was simply giving me things, I always had the newest and best video games, computers, and phones. As soon as the next version came out, it would be delivered to our home. Because of the constant supply of electronics, I would simply start to take the old models apart to see how they worked. I learned how to hook my video games directly to my laptop and get into the coding of the game and rewrite it so I could easily beat the game every time. I never really had many friends, so this is how I spent most of my breaks from boarding school.

In the last year that I attended my final boarding school, I was so bored with my classes that I began to sneak away during the day. Since I didn’t have many friends, I was rarely missed, I never acted up in class, so most teachers never paid much attention to me either. The problem came around at the end of the semester, I realized that there would be few grades entered on my record. My solution was to break into the main office and bring up my records, it took a couple nights, but I finally found a way around the passwords and filled in all the missing grades on my record. It worked fine the first time but at the end of the year when I was trying the same thing, I got caught. My mother was called to the school, I was left sitting in the outer office while the headmaster and she talked for over an hour. Mother never told me what they discussed, nor did she get angry with me, I was just told that I would not be attending the school that fall. I heard later that summer, that the school added, ironically enough, a new computer lab with money that came from an anonymous donor.

Grams and I convinced Mother to let me attend the local public school that fall, I would be entering high school. Grams thought that it would be good for me to interact with others from all different social levels, rich, poor and everything in between. The school was obviously much larger than the boarding school, and there were a little over 200 other kids in my class. It was even easier to disappear there, I once again became quickly bored in most of my classes. I knew that never in my life would I ever need to refer to the Magna Carta or need to know when it was written, so far, I have never been proven wrong about that. Within a few weeks I’d fallen into my old habit of skipping classes that I felt were unnecessary. During one of my skip days, I found my way to the local library, I befriended a guy that was there on one of the library’s computers. He started to question me about why I wasn’t in school, I told him school was boring and about what I had done in boarding school to alter my grades. He laughed and said, you need to learn to do that remotely, never do it in person. We were soon logging onto the school’s web site and into the parent portal, where parents could log on to monitor their child’s grades. Soon after that we were in and I had access to my entire file, from then on, I attended the classes that I found useful and skipped the rest. I was now officially a computer hacker.

By the time I was in my final year of high school, they had upgraded their system and I hadn’t been able to hack in yet, I found myself having to attend at least some of my classes. During one of those classes, we were forced to do a project with a partner. Because we had no other friends, Toby Wilson and I found ourselves working together. Since society deems it necessary to classify everyone, I guess you could say that Toby fell into the “slacker” category. He was always making snide comments in class, about other students and even the teachers. He didn’t appear to have many friends and most teachers just seemed to tolerate him so that he could pass the class, they didn’t want him to have to repeat their class. He tried to act all tough and had shoulder length blonde hair that was always covering half of his face. Always dressed in ripped blue jeans and hard-core rock group shirts that I had never heard of. As soon as he saw he was stuck with me as a partner, he rolled his eyes, “oh great, I get the rich kid that got kicked out of boarding school.”

I wasn’t sure how he knew that I had never told anybody about my family or background. I was never one to take any shit from anyone, I shot back, “well, pay attention tough guy, you may actually get a passing grade.”

He gave me his best tough guy look. The teacher quickly jumped in, “Toby, Ben, that’s enough. I suggest you both figure out the best way to work together, so you both don’t fail.” We continued to stare each other down. The teacher made us stay after class, he told us to set a time to start working on the project.

Toby glared at me, “oh screw it, just come to my house after school and we’ll get this crap over with.”

The teacher sighed, “that’s the spirit, just don’t kill each other and make sure you turn the assignment in on time.”

He gave me directions to his house, I took my time getting there, dreading the next couple hours. I knocked on the door as a very pleasant lady answered the door. She gave me a big smile, “hi there, you must Bennett, Toby told me you were coming over, I’m so glad that I finally get to meet one of Toby’s friends.”

My mind raced, ok, what the hell, one of Toby’s friends? I just nodded, “yes ma’am, we have a school project to work on.”

She said, “yes, Toby told me all about it, he has told me all about you too, it’s just so nice to finally get to meet you.”

Jesus, did I just step into the twilight zone? He told his mom all about me. Just then Toby walked around the corner, “Hey Ben come on in, mom is ok if we study in my room?”

She smiled, “of course dear, I’ll bring you a snack and some sodas in little while.”

He smiled back at her, “thanks mom, come on Ben my room is this way.”

What the hell was going on, we were yelling at each other just an hour ago, now I am his friend, and he is telling his mom all about me. I followed him to his room, he had pulled his hair back into a ponytail. I got a good look at his face for the first time, he was actually kind of cute and had a nice smile. I found myself watching his tight little ass as we walked down the hall.

Once we were in his room, I asked, “what the hell is going on, in school today you hated me, now were best friends?”

He blushed, “yeah, sorry about that, thanks for playing along by the way.”

I said, “well, I wasn’t really playing along.”

He sat down, “I guess I should explain, I have an image to keep up. You see in middle school, I was always getting bullied. Once I got to high school I had had enough, on the first day, one of the kids started to pick on me and I just went off. I kicked the shit out of him and started this tough guy act, it worked, everyone left me alone. The only problem is that I also don’t have any friends because of it.”

I took all this new information in, “but how did you know about boarding school and that my family was rich?”

He said, “yeah, again sorry about, it just slipped out, my dad works in one of your grandpa’s plants. When school started, my mom asked if I made any new friends, you were the first kid that came to my mind since you were new. My dad said he knew who were and said there was a rumor you got kicked out of your last school.”

I chuckled, “well yeah, that’s sort of what happened.”

Within the a few minutes we were getting along great and while we were working on our project, we actually did become friends. We kept up our “hating each other” act at school but were soon spending a lot of time at each other’s houses after school. His mom was always glad to see me and telling me how glad I was friends with her son and how polite I was. I don’t mean to repeat myself, but remember, I am adorable and charming, and everyone else’s moms love me.

Neither Toby nor I had ever really talked about dating or girls, I knew why I wasn’t interested, but Toby had never said anything about the subject. We were alone at my house one day and had just watched a movie, I forget what it was, but there was a scene with two gay characters being romantic. I didn’t really think too much about it at the time, but Toby seemed a little bit uncomfortable. I was searching for another movie to watch when Toby asked, “so, what did you think of that movie?”

I shrugged, “it was ok, what do you want to watch now?”

He said, “no, I mean that one scene. You know with the two guys kissing.”

I paused, “yeah, I guess I noticed that one. Why?”

Toby stammered, “have you ever thought about something like that?”

I asked, “do you mean, have I ever thought about doing that, with another guy?”

He pressed on, “yeah, with another guy.”

I said, “I don’t know, have you?”

He looked down, “I guess, maybe a little bit.”

I moved closer to Toby, “so what do you think you about?”

He shrugged, “just what it might be like.”

He was being so shy, so I just decided to get it all out in the open, “Toby, if you think you might be gay and want to try something, you should just ask.”

His eyes went wide, “well I don’t, I mean it was just that, um.”

I put my hand on his leg, “relax Toby, I am your friend, you can talk to me, and I won’t judge you.”

He relaxed a little, “thanks, I knew I could trust you.” He put his hand on mine.

From that point on we became a little bit more than friends. Under that tough guy exterior was a nice tight body, that Toby kept hidden in his loose-fitting clothes. When we got down to our underwear, my mind went to that ballet dancer I saw as a kid, Toby had a cock that any man would be proud of. We spent the rest of our high school years learning all the ins and outs (pun intended) of gay sex. We shared all the firsts, first kiss, first hand jobs, first blow jobs, you get the idea. Thankfully, Toby liked to bottom because I don’t think I could have taken his monster cock in my teenage ass. We spent a lot of time watching “how to” videos online and even more time practicing what we had just seen. We never shared our relationship with anyone, since we were basically the only friends that each other had, it wasn’t too difficult. Looking back, I do think Toby’s mom may have suspected what was going on, but she never asked us about it. Grams may even have been onto us, but it would never have been proper to have that conversation with her teen grandson.

Once we finished high school, Toby left for the state college, I of course attended the private university that my mother had graduated from. We would see each other when we were home for breaks, and Toby did come out to his family after his first year. My grandfather and Grams both passed away while I was in college, and since mother couldn’t care less, I really didn’t have anyone to come out to.

Once college started, I again was quickly bored with my classes, especially any history or science class. I did, however, never miss any of my computer tech classes. I was able to once again hack into the college system just to make sure that I passed my gen ed classes. I wasn’t too concerned with my GPA and most professors never took attendance, so I had a lot of free time.

I found several guys to continue my sexual exploration with, mostly just one-night stands, some with “straight” guys. Because I am so adorable and charming, I was able to talk them into trying new things, it became more about the chase than any emotional connection. Of course, I wasn’t looking for any emotion, I just wanted to get off and go home.

I was still working on my hacking skills, I would do an online search and find a company to try break into. I was getting into about half of my targets, I never did anything once I broke in, it was all about the thrill of the hunt. I didn’t want to cause any of the businesses any extra expense as most of them were small businesses just trying to stay afloat and I didn’t need the money anyway.

I met Travis in one of my cyber security classes, I flashed him some of that charm that I am so famous for, and we became friends in a short time. Travis was very good looking, he had that jock look, 6’ tall, muscular build, dark eyes and hair that was styled to look like he just crawled out of bed. Within a few weeks I was treated to the sight of his glorious 7-inch uncut cock and round plump ass. We became regular fuck buddies, we were spending a lot of time together, so much so that a classmate asked if we were boyfriends.

Travis laughed, “oh hell no, Bennie is not boyfriend material, he’s a good fuck, but not a boyfriend.”

I laughed too, I couldn't disagree with him, I knew he was right.

We were given an assignment to attempt to break into an account that our instructor had set up. He had opened an online account with $1000 just for this class, if any of us could get in and “mark” the account we would get an A for our final and the money would be split between the teams that made it. The instructor was monitoring the account and would be putting up blocks to keep us out. He bragged that in the three years he had done this assignment, he had only given one A, just because they had gotten further than anyone else. He never had to give away any of the money.

Travis and I of course teamed up, we dug into the assignment right after class. I tried a few of the tricks that had worked for me in the past, no luck. Travis was working on tricks he knew as well, still no luck. We did finally get in part of the way, but not far enough to leave a mark. I could see where the instructor was watching us and adding layers as we went in further. After a couple hours, Travis and I decided to call it a day, I knew I had to get into this account, just to wipe that smug look from our instructor’s face. The next day I called Travis, “I have an idea, get to my place quick.” He walked in, I already was on the computer working away.

He asked, “what’s your idea?”

I continued to type, “we’ve been trying to get into the bank’s system, I want to try it by getting into his personal computer.”

He smiled, “shit, that would be too easy.”

I laughed as I made the last click with my mouse, “yep, it was, I’m in.”

I started to search for bank accounts, I found the account I was looking for. There were no blocks going up like there were the day before, He was obviously only monitoring the bank side.

I snickered, “hey Travis, how about we take this to the next level?”

He gave me a look, “what do you mean?”

I grinned, “how about we just take the money and don’t leave the mark?”

Travis chuckled, “why not?”

I quickly created another account with another bank using a fake name. I transferred the money into the new account and then transferred it again, half to my regular account and half to Travis’s.

We arrived at class the next day, there were several students questioning the instructor, asking what happened to the money in the account. Saying we should all get A’s if he took the money before they could get to it.

He protested, “I didn’t take the money, one of you must have. I don’t know who did it yet, but once I find out you are in trouble.”

I grinned, “well, it could have been anyone in here, and if you don’t know who it was, we should all get an A.”

He was getting pissed, “no one is getting an A, the directions for the assignment were not followed. I will find out who did this, and you will fail this class and must give the money back.”

Travis spoke up, “someone was able to do more than complete the project, they even went above and beyond, hell I think they deserve extra credit.”

The rest of the class cheered and agreed, the instructor got even redder in the face and told us all to get out, he canceled the class for the day.

I think he always suspected Travis and I, but was never able to prove it, he was pissed the rest of the semester.

I was hooked, I spent the rest of my time in college improving my skills, still not sure how I was going to use them after school.

It has been a little over five years since I finished college and I have made it my mission to help those who have been wronged by others.

I clicked back into my Cayman Island account, the $250,000 still in place. I moved the money in 50,000 increments to four other accounts in the states. The last 50,000 was split, 10,000 to my personal account and 40,000 to still another account. The 10,000 was for what I refer to as administrative fees for me, the rest I started to distribute to as many of the victims of the scam as I could find. Travis was working for the police in their cyber-crime unit, he gave a list of most of them, and they were given at least a portion of their loss back by an anonymous donor. Thanks once again to Grams for teaching me the importance of giving back.

Satisfied that I had pissed a bad guy off and helped some deserving folks, I started to look for my next project. I looked through Sunday’s paper and found an interesting article, I thought to myself, this guy seems like a jerk, I need to investigate this further.