Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 15:57:24 +0000 (UTC) From: micah cooke Subject: Down the Rabbit Hole -chapter 1 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the state has forbidden you from reading this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. The author claims all copyrights to this story. No duplication or publication of this story, except by the web sites on which it is posted without the express consent of the author is permitted. Please be sure to support Nifty and keep it going with your donations, Thank you! Down the Rabbit Hole – Chapter One Alistair hated they had to move from D.C. for his mom's new job to the small town just outside Baltimore, even though it meant more money and a nicer home. What fourteen-year old wanted to move not even two months into the new school year. In addition, he had to give up all his friends in D.C., sure, they could keep in touch through Facebook and Instagram, but it would not be the same. Life sucked the big one, and not in the good way. He had only the year before admitted to himself that he was gay and begun to hangout around the DuPont Circle area. While there, he learned there were a few groups, which helped Alistair begin to deal with his homosexuality. He had managed to meet some cool new friends who helped him feel more comfortable with himself. He was surprised at home many of the teens in the groups were actually out to their family and friends. He was terrified at the prospect of his mother or even his best friend, Jimmy discovering his dark secret. Alistair shifted from his old emo style to a more hipster style of dress, after joining gay youth groups. A number of the more rad boys favored the style, and he wanted to fit in a little better with his new friends. His thin 5'7", 115 lbs. pale, barely tanned, wraith-like frame looked hot in tight black jeans, tank tops with cardigan sweaters and his black worn high-top Converse Chucky T's his closest new friend Joshy, who was sixteen, often told him. More often than not Alistair wore some sort of knit slouchie beanie over his short undercut yellowish platinum blonde hair, but leaving his 12 gauge earplugs exposed. Joshy often told him his black hipster style eyeglasses set his silver eyes off perfectly making him look even sexier. Alistair never before thought much about them before, other than they helped him see well. The older handsome well-built teen drew Alistair to him like a moth to a flame. Alistair found himself spending more and more time in Joshy's company. The older teen helped him feel more comfortable with his body and doing sex stuff, even though Alistair was only a sexual novice. His new friend often invited Alistair to join him at his mom's apartment in DuPont Circle after school to talk, watch porn, and fap together, before Alistair had to head home to Adams Morgan. Joshy was the main reason Alistair came out to Jimmy, he wanted them to be friends and Joshy was out and proud. He was surprised at how accepting his friend was to his announcement. Jimmy was straight, though his favorite uncle Don was also gay. Jimmy even seemed to become more protective of his gay friend, when they were out together. Over time, Alistair found himself spending more and more time in Joshy's company. He liked how he felt being around his new friend and mentor. He felt he couldn't get to the older teen's apartment soon enough after school. He started stripping almost as soon as he arrived at his friend's apartment, because Joshy loved looking at his smooth, nearly hairless body. Joshy himself usually answered the door wearing nothing more than his boxer briefs. His thick, six-inch cut cock tented the older teen's underwear obscenely each time Alistair arrived. His new friend loved to have Alistair kneel naked in front of him and pull down his underwear as soon as he arrived at the apartment, and the fourteen-year old was more than willing to do whatever his sexual mentor wanted. Joshy was slightly taller at 5'9", but he was far more muscular and built than the wraith-like Alistair. Joshy favored straw pork-pie hats on his thick almost black hair and wore them almost constantly including during sex. Joshy discovered early on Alistair was a sexual submissive, and loved training the boy to embrace his new position. He knew just how far he could push Alistair to go each visit. Joshy taught him all about oral sex on the second visit to his home. The younger teen took to his new lessons like a duck to water. He tried to copy whatever Joshy did to him, he wanted to please his friend. Alistair was on cloud nine the day he successfully deep throated Joshy and the older boy could face fuck him hard until he began blasting his load first down Alistair's throat, then into his mouth, and finally finishing his load by coating his young friend's face. Joshy took a picture to commemorate the occasion, making sure to send the picture to Alistair's phone so he would always remember it. Not too long after that initial success Joshy told Alistair how much he cared for him and wanted to date his new friend. Alistair could not have happier. He had begun secretly wish the two of them were together as they spent more and more time together. Their friends were ecstatic for them. The two teens started holding hands whenever they were out in gay-friendly places in D.C. Joshy also started having public sex with Alistair when they went to movies and occasionally diners and coffee houses. In the beginning it started with Joshy unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out, before unzipping Alistair. The young teen was nervous as hell to give his boyfriend a hand job, but quickly learned no one paid attention to what they were doing sitting in the back of the theater. Before long Joshy starting blowing his sweet, innocent boyfriend whenever they went to the movies or used a restroom in a diner or fast food place. Joshy begged Alistair to return the favor and show him that he really loved him. Joshy soon had his cute fourteen-year old boyfriend blowing him all over the city. A couple times he even managed to have the young teen to blow him on the metro when there were only a couple people in the car. The public sex turned on Joshy to no end knowing he was breaking down his young lover's defenses. Joshy was playing the long game, he wanted Alistair's cherry and the young boy guarded it like a dragon guarded its treasure. He recently introduced his young boyfriend to rimming and fingering, but Alistair was resistant to more than one or two fingers. He was terrified of how much it would hurt to have any more fingers or even Joshy's cock slide inside his virgin ass. Alistair loved how when Joshy fingered him during a BJ he came harder than ever, but the thought of anything bigger scared him. He knew sure the stories and porn vids made it look hot and fun, but it was easy to see some of the bottoms, who were pros at being fucked, in pain at the fucking their tops were administering to them. If it could hurt a well broken in pro, what would it be like for him. As much as he wanted to prove to Joshy he really did love him, he wasn't ready for that step. No matter how much Joshy begged him to prove his love and promised to be gentle. The blackest day of Alistair's life came when his mother announced they were moving to Carrollton Village located above Baltimore. He felt like his whole world was crumbling. His mother informed him a company near there had hired her as vice-president of sales and marketing. It was chance for them to have a much better life. Sure he was happy for her, but this meant he would not see Joshy again as much as he was at present. They would have to have a long distance relationship and he knew those were hard. Either he or Joshy would have to travel using the MARC to see one another. They would be lucky to see each other once a month. In addition, the planned move ruined Joshy's and his plans to come out to his mother on National Coming Out Day. They would be moved by the date in October and Alistair knew he couldn't come out on his own. Two weeks before their move to Maryland, Alistair gave his virginity to Joshy. He told his boyfriend, Joshy, he wanted to prove how much he loved him and wanted to be one with him. Alistair hoped his gift would bind them together and keep their relationship strong over the distance which would now separate them. Joshy as he had previously promised was gentle, as he made love to Alistair, making sure the initial pain was not as bad as Alistair expected. They made love two more times that afternoon, before Alistair had to leave for home. Yes, it had hurt at first, but it wasn't as bad as he had feared. He loved being connected with Josh in such a special way. He loved feeling his boyfriend's cock pulse as he flooded his boy pussy, as Joshy had begun calling his ass. Every day after he gave Joshy his virginity they fucked. He couldn't believe how good it felt being with Joshy in this special way. He would arrive at his boyfriend's apartment, strip and suck Joshy until the older teen came, then they would kiss sharing Joshy's load. Finally, Joshy would mount him missionary so they could kiss as they made love. If they had time Joshy would teach Alistair a new sexual position to take his dick in his "tight lil' fuck hole," before rewarding him with another load of his "love juice" deep inside his ass. On the last day before his move Alistair felt heart-broken as he rode his skateboard to the metro to meet Joshy. Alistair for the first time in his life skipped school, so they could spend the day together after Joshy's mom left for work. They spent the majority of the day with Joshy's dick either in Alistair's mouth or boy pussy. Before he left Alistair gave Joshy a Hawaiian fishhook necklace, as a reminder to his boyfriend how he had hooked him forever. Joshy in turn gave him a hemp and leather surfer bracelet, he also slid his favorite butt plug inside Alistair to he could keep his loads inside him as long as possible, so he would be with him when he moved. He loved Joshy more than he had loved anyone before and wanted their long distance relationship to work, yet even though his mother promised he could visit his friends in D.C., Alistair knew deep down things between he and Joshy would never be the quite the same. Long distant relationships were extremely difficult to maintain, but he intended to try hard to make his work. Alistair tried to bury his depression in the chaos of their Friday move to Carrollton Village. This had been the day he had intended to tell his mother he was gay and that Joshy was his boyfriend, but it was impossible now. Even worse, he was going to miss his first dance with Joshy as his boyfriend. SYMAL always threw a dance for its teen members on National Coming Out Day and he was going to miss it. Joshy had to go because he helped plan and organize this year's dance. He hoped his boyfriend didn't feel so miserable he couldn't do his job. As they drove away Alistair's mother told him he would make new friends and would soon adjust to their new home and life. He doubted it, but for his mother's sake, he would try. She had had a hard life after his father walked out shortly after Alistair's birth. She put herself through graduate school, while holding down a low-level corporate job and raising her only child. After completing her degree she worked even harder to work her way up the corporate ladder. Alistair had grown up with the freedom of a latchkey child in a major East Coast city. He was not a bad child, but far more street-wise and knowledgeable of some things than his mother would have been comfortable with if she had known the truth. He found himself surprised as they drove up Interstate 83 to their new home he started to become a little excited to see the new house. He had only seen the house once after they bought it. Alistair was pleased his room was much larger than his old one, and it would no longer be next door to his mother's room. He hated having to muffle his climaxes with a pillow every night, since the walls were so thin. He still remembered the first time he fapped and came when his mother was home and in bed. He was eleven and very vocal when he came. Thank god he couldn't shoot yet or it would have been worse. He told her he had stubbed his toe, but it was okay and not to worry. He suspected she had realized what he had been doing, because she started to blush and quickly excused herself after telling him to be more careful. It didn't take the movers very long to unload their belongings. His mother told him they would need to buy more furniture to fill up all the extra rooms they now had in their home. She promised to let him pick out somethings for the basement, so he would have a place to invite his new friends over to visit. She also promised to set up a home entertainment center down there so he could set up his gaming systems. Alistair was excited he wouldn't have to stay cooped up in his room all the time. The first night in their new home Alistair felt more alone than ever before. Joshy had gone to the dance with their group of friends, who promised to make sure he had a good time. Therefore, he was not available to Skype with Joshy or any of his gay friends. Jimmy was also out on a date with his new girlfriend, so he couldn't talk to him either. His earlier excitement was now gone. His mother took him out to dinner, down in Hunt Valley at the Green Turtle in an attempt to lift her son's spirits. After dinner, they did some shopping at the Hunt Valley Mall before heading home to relax after the busy moving day. The rest of the evening, he worked on unpacking and settling into his new room, before finally stripping and climbing into bed naked. Alistair had begun sleeping in the buff since he was about seven; he had not liked sleeping in his tight Scooby Doo PJs. The four-bedroom house took a little getting used to for Alistair, since he had only been used to a two-bedroom apartment. Living in the rural environment felt strange. The silence surrounding them seemed unsettling, almost like the calm before the monster attacked in a horror film. He found himself too used to the drone of traffic and activities in D.C. to sleep properly the first night. He also disliked the fact he could no longer get around on his skateboard and the metro as he had in D.C.; he was now dependent on his mother for any transportation that led to the Maryland Light Rail and its service into Baltimore or the Hunt Valley Mall. His mother had managed successfully to confine him to the small village they now lived. Sure, he noticed some of the kids who lived in Carrollton Village got around on skateboards and bikes, but they too seemed trapped in the village. If he did not know better Alistair would have thought his mother was trying to keep him away from his D.C. friends. Saturday after helping his mother unpack the kitchen in the morning, Alistair found himself moping in his bedroom. All of his friends in D.C. were unavailable being busy with their own lives. The night before SMYAL held a dance at its Youth Center. Alistair and Joshy had planned to go together, before Alistair's big move to the middle of nowhere. Surfing through Facebook and Instagram a shocked Alistair discovered pictures of Joshy dancing shirtless with another of young teen also shirtless at the SMYAL dance. He couldn't believe it when he noticed Joshy wearing his gift, as he pretended to face fuck the young teen, Jas, kneeling in front of him mouthing the older teen's obvious hardon. Alistair's heart nearly stopped when he discovered a photograph of Joshy humping Jas's thirteen-year old ass, while he buried his hands in the boy's unbuttoned jeans. No doubt stroking the teen, who had come to the dance commando, as he leaned back against Joshy's sweaty bare chest in ecstasy. There were several other pictures of the two kissing and making out. He felt betrayed as he sat there at his computer looking at the pictures. Tears ran down Alistair's face as he stared at a picture of Joshy shoving his tongue down Jas's throat, while the two boys jammed their hands down the backside of each other's jeans. By the look on Jas's face, Alistair knew his boyfriend's fingers were working the young boy's hole. His face had looked just the same, when Joshy had down that to him in front of his full-length mirror. Vampire Weekend's BRYN played as he sat there gently sobbing. He thought their love would last through the ages, instead it lasted only a few months. He was such a Homer, all Joshy had really wanted was to fuck him and now that he had, it was time to move on to another conquest. Alistair started as he felt his mother's hands touch his shoulders; lost in the maelstrom of emotions he had not heard her enter his room. He felt too hurt even to bother turning off the screen. His world had collapsed. "I take it Joshy doesn't love you as much as you thought he did," she said softly kissing the top of his head. The simple statement opened the floodgates, as he realized his mother knew his dark secret. He swiveled his desk chair around to face her, but instead of hatred and disgust, Alistair saw love and understanding. He wrapped his arms around her waist and sobbed loudly. She in turn wrapped her arms around her hurting son and just held him as the emotions poured out. Until he was ready to talk about it she understood this was the only thing she could do was hold him. Her little boy was growing up and had to learn to navigate the rocky shoals of love on his own. All she could do was be there to pick up the pieces when he hit a rock. "I...loved...him," Alistair sobbed hopelessly. "He...was...my...first...," he wept heartbroken at the betrayal. "Shhh...honey...it's...alright," his mother whispered as she rocked Alistair gently. "I know it hurts sweetie, but it won't always," she told him softly. Love was hard enough for straight kids, who could turn to their friends for support. For gays, it was much worse; society told them it was wrong. They had to suffer alone with their pain. Finally spent from his weeping, Alistair's mother helped him to his bed. There she covered the now emotionally exhausted fourteen-year old with a blanket and let him sleep. She leaned down kissing him on his head, before she left his room to return to her unpacking. While she would have preferred Alistair to be straight, at least now she felt more comfortable with his sexuality. He would be away from the temptations in D.C., which could lead him astray, and into waters that were more dangerous. She over the last several months started to realize Alistair leaned more towards being gay as she met more and more of his new friends. The photographs of half-naked bands, skateboarders, male celebrities, and Abercrombie & Fitch models were more of a dead give-away of his blossoming sexuality than he realized. His mother would never voice it out loud to anyone, but this was one of the factors, which helped her make the decision to move from D.C. to Carrollton Village. It was now less likely Alistair would be able to come out as he might have in D.C., but she believed that he should not have to worry about such things at fourteen. Maybe when he was older and in high school Alistair could worry about coming out, but that was years away. He was still her little boy and she needed to protect him. The little town with its homey rural charm, and family friendly activities would keep him safe, unlike D.C. As she closed the door to Alistair's room and proceeded down the hall way she realized the importance of quickly purchasing the additional furniture for the basement and the rest of the house. If Alistair had a place to invite new friends, then maybe he would be able to forget about Joshy and the others down in D.C. and settle into his new life. Living in the small rural affluent community he would grow up away from the temptations of the big city. In time he would realize how much better his life would now be in the wholesome small town. Alistair slept for several hours exhausted from his sleepless night the day before and the emotional maelstrom caused by the discovery of his boyfriend's betrayal. When he woke, he laid on his bed under the blanket his mother placed on him listening to the crickets chirping under his open window. "Well," he thought to himself using the edge of the blanket to wipe his eyes, "Mom knows now I'm queer." He sat up on his bed to look at the framed photograph of him and his mother at Disney World from a couple summers before. "This really wasn't the way I wanted to come out," he thought as he climbed out of bed and padded over barefoot to the dresser to look at the photograph closer. "I guess its better she knows," he told himself trying to justify the discovery. He took a deep breath and let it out before opening his bedroom door. He stepped out into the hall and listened carefully trying to figure out where she might be in the house. After a couple of moments, he heard Miles Davis's STEAMIN' album playing from the living room. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath trying to compose himself, before walking down the hall and the steps. Alistair paused briefly at the bottom of the staircase, before hesitantly heading toward the living room. There curled on the sofa was his mother reading Anne Rice's CRY TO HEAVEN. On the coffee table sat her favorite tea mug, a birthday present from him when he was seven. Alistair could not resist smiling as he looked at the cute fuzzy kitten peering at him from the mug. She would not let him have a kitten at the time because the landlord did not allow pets. He bought the mug thinking it would convince her to buy a kitten for him. She explained the situation to Alistair after thanking him for the mug. They ended up naming the mug Whiskers as a result. Alistair stood in the doorway looking at her, before stepping into the room. "Hey," he said as she looked up at him with a gentle smile. "Hi sweetie," she said setting her book on the coffee table, as she motioned him to join her on the sofa. "Feeling better now you've rested a bit?" his mother asked as he sat down next to her. "Yeah," Alistair answered softly. "I'm sorry Mom, I didn't plan on you finding out I'm...a...fag...like that," he continued trying not to cry again. "You are not a fag," she said defiantly. "I won't have you ever call yourself by that term in my house," she said firmly as she grabbed his bare arms. "You like boys, and that makes you gay or homosexual. I will not tolerate you or anyone else calling you a dirty name," she told Alistair. "I love you no matter who you Alistair or who you love, so don't ever call yourself by that filthy name ever again." The force of her statements surprised Alistair; he had not expected this reaction. A huge weight suddenly lifted from his shoulders, she still loved him. He threw his slender arms around her and hugged his other tight. "Thanks Mom." "Honey, I've known or at least suspected for a couple years now that you liked boys," she smiled. "Mothers always know darling," she told him giving him a peck on the cheek. "Really?" Alistair asked surprised. "Yes sweetie, you boys aren't as subtle as you think you are," she laughed lightly. "Are you hungry?" She asked knowing boys were always hungry. "Yeah," he admitted shyly. "Well why don't you put on some shoes and socks, then we'll go out for some pizza. The realtor told me there was a nice little place nearby," she told him giving Alistair another kiss. Alistair rushed up to his room and pulled on a pair of previously worn discarded low cut white footie socks lying on the floor near his hamper. He rummaged through his closet trying to find a pair of matching low cut white Converse tennis shoes. Finally, he hooted in triumph as he found a matching pair and put them on over the dirty socks. He pulled on a white slouchie beanie and grabbed a blue cardigan to wear over his white tank top. He paused a minute in front of the full-length mirror hanging on his closet door. His eyes were still a little red from his earlier crying fit, but otherwise thought he looked cute. Too bad, he thought, in D.C. he would have guys looking at him and wishing they were with him. Now though, he thought, more than likely he was now the only fag in the area. His dick was going to be on a first name basis with his hand again, at least until he could drive in a few years. He bounded down the stairs to meet his mother now waiting for him in her black 2012 Audi A5 coupe. Dave Brubeck's S'WONDERFUL played through the car's stereo system. As he slid in to the sun-warmed seat feeling better than he had earlier, as they pulled out of the driveway. As he watched the slowly turning leaves in the subdivision of the small rural town, Alistair realized that for his mother's sake he should give their new home a chance. His mother gave up her friends too. They were both starting over new. The fourteen-year old wrapped in his own thoughts did not realize for a minute that they had reached their destination. They parked in a small lot in front of a Tudor-style pizza shop. LOUIS'S PIZZALAND – AN ADVENTURE IN EVERY BITE the red, green, and white sign announced from the roof. Alistair and his mother just grinned at one another as they watched customers coming and going from the pizzeria. "Well sweetie," his mother grinned at him, "at least it seems to be a busy place, so it must be good." "Yeah I guess, or it's the only place in miles that serves food," he laughed. "Hopefully they aren't grinding up customers to make sausage for their "za," he said with a chuckle as he got out of the car. "Alistair Blaine Carew, don't you dare say such things," she said with a cross look. "Well, at least not until we read about missing people in the local paper," she chuckled as she went to retrieve her purse from the car's truck. Laughing as he walked towards the double wooden and glass front doors he called back to her, "Don't blame me if you get ground up to make blood sausage for someone's pizza." "Oh you," she called to him ducking down to grab her purse. As Alistair's mother bent down to grab it the pizzeria's door bust open as a tall thin blond fourteen-year old wearing an Element Mohave 30L Backpack shoved it open as he started to run out carrying a black Sk8mafia skateboard. In his hurry, he knocked Alistair over on the ground. "Fuck," the teen cursed as he dropped his board and turned to help Alistair up. "Sorry man, I didn't see you there. Are you okay?" The teen asked somewhat concerned, but obviously wanting to get moving. "Yeah, I'm cool," he said taking the mysterious teen's hand and getting up. As he stood up, he looked at the teen that just knocked him over for the first time. Alistair's mouth nearly dropped open the boy was gorgeous. His almost white corn silk shaggy medium-length hair framed his perfectly formed tanned face helping highlight a pair of arctic blue eyes. The teen was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, red high-top converse All-Stars, a skin-tight black HIM tee shirt, and an open red hoodie with a white rabbit's foot hanging from the zipper. His black HIM slouchie beanie had fallen off when he knocked over Alistair. Alistair bent down to retrieve the beanie for the handsome teen that knocked him over. "Here dude," he said with a shy smile, handing the beanie to the teen. The blonde paused a moment giving Alistair the once over, "Thanks," he said with a grin which made Alistair wish he was naked in bed with the teen. Suddenly a muffled EAT ME, DRINK ME, ringtone by Marilyn Manson came from the blonde teen's back pocket. He pulled his phone out, reading the text message, "Fuck...I'm late dude, gotta jet," he said pulling on his beanie and grabbing his skateboard and taking off. An image of a white Bugs Bunny flipping him off on the teen's skateboard made him smile as he watched the teen hop of his board and skate off. Alistair couldn't help but smile at how curious the whole episode had been between him and the mysterious handsome boy. As his mother approached him with a concerned look, Alistair realized his shorts were tented out displaying his hard on. Fuck, he wondered to himself as he covered his boner with his sweater hoping his mother hadn't noticed his condition. Had the cute blond kid see him boned out? He hoped not, but wasn't sure when his cock had decided to make its presence known. Yet the teen had smiled at him, maybe he was gay too? No, he couldn't be or could he? The inside of the pizzeria was a curious mix of typical pizzeria mixed with English pub. Old fashion pub booths lined the outside wall of the business, while several larger tables filled the center of the restaurant near a salad bar. The restaurant was partially filled with people. A couple families with children took up tables in the middle, while a few couples were seated in some of the pub booths. A small group of teens shared a pair of booths on the far side of the pizzeria. Towards the back was a large counter where people could order, and behind that was a large busy kitchen. Alistair found he liked the place instantly, as did his mother. They picked up a menu and were surprised to discover the restaurant served a variety of regional pizzas, some of which neither had heard of before. They finally decided to try an Old Forge-style pizza, a medium-thin Sicilian dough, cooked in a pan oiled with peanut oil, and topped with white cheddar cheese and pepperoni. They also ordered salads and a carafe of tea, before choosing a booth. They set their things down in the booth before heading to the salad bar. After loading up their plates they returned to the booth a short time later their pizza was ready. As Alistair and his mother ate their meal and talked about things they needed for the house, he found himself watching the teen boys across the pizzeria. Most of them appeared to be about his age, though a few were obviously in high school. All of them though were good-looking and appeared to have skateboards. He wondered if the was a skateboard park in the small town or if they used their boards as primarily as a means of transportation. A couple of the teens noticed him watching them. They told their friends and soon all the boys were looking at him as they chatted. Though they all seemed to smile at him, Alistair felt uncomfortable. He felt like a nerd watching a table-full of popular kids. He hated being an outsider even more now, since until the move he had been like the boys he now watched. Life had a bad way of turning the tables on you and giving it to you hard and without any lube. A short time later one of the boys got a text which provoked a small cheer from the table. Alistair was actually surprised to see the boys neatly stack all their plates, and trash on the pizza tray and leave a tip on the table before piling out of the booth. None of his friends in DC would have ever considered being so nice in a restaurant. As the group of teens left passing near his booth several of the teens nodded and smiled at him. A couple almost even seemed to leer at him lustfully as they passed by him and his mother. Their obvious boners caused him to bone up in response. The whole scene left him confused and aroused. Once dinner was over Alistair and his mother headed down to Hunt Valley again to browse through the shops at the mall. They stopped in Wegman's to buy some groceries. Alistair's mother felt guilty so she let him get a little carried away buying snack foods, but made him promise not to eat it all in a single sitting. He laughed telling her he promised not to eat it all at one time, there was so much it would take him at least two sittings to finish it all. She laughed in response, pleased Alistair's earlier funk seemed to have faded. After they returned from shopping they watched TV together and ate some ice cream, before Alistair retired to his room for the night. He resisted the temptation to go on Instagram and Facebook to see what his D.C. friends were up to in their lives. The discovery of his boyfriend cheating on him barely a day after he moved away still hurt too much. As much as he wanted to stay in touch with his old friends, he suspected his old life was over. Alistair looked around his room realizing just how much of his stuff reminded him of his old life in DC. Maybe when he and his mother went shopping for household goods he would get a few new things for his room including some new posters. There was one thing he would not do here in Carrollton Village, he would not hide in the closet. He would not actively advertise he was gay, but if questioned Alistair refused to deny who he was to his new friends. If they could not deal with it, then fuck them. As he lay in his bed in the dark room watching his plasma ball light pulse to The Naked and The Famous's PASSIVE ME, AGGRESIVE YOU album. Alistair couldn't explain it as he lay there in bed naked listening to the music he was reminded of the cute blond boy who knocked him over at the pizzeria. He hand slide under the bedclothes and grasped his already hard four and a half inch uncut cock. He closed his eyes as he imaged kissing the mysterious boy's full plump lips, he moaned softly wondering if his tongue would feel as good as Joshy's tongue had. He forced himself to block out his memories of his ex, while imagining the mysterious boy's body as that of one of his favorite porn actors a young teen Russian boy, who an older, twenty-something fucked the living hell out of before flooding his ass with his load of jizz. He often imaged what it must be like to be fucked like that by another guy. "OH FUCK," he groaned as he felt his cock start to shoot. He barely managed to pull the bedclothes down before he was splattered by his spooge. Alistair lay panting on the bed enjoying the afterglow of his climax. He released his cock and brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth and began licking his fingers clean. Once he finally wiped most of his load up and finished eating it, he reached down under his bed pulling out a pair of used boxers already crusty with the previous day's load to wipe himself completely dry. A few minutes later, he drifted off to sleep dreaming about the cute blond boy. On Sunday both Alistair and his mother slept in and spent the remainder of the day relaxing after the previous couple of days unpacking. While his mother spent most of her time in one of the bedrooms she turned into a home office. Late in the afternoon Alistair took her a cup of tea and some coffee cake. "Hey mom," he greeted his mother setting the cup and side plate down on her desk. "The room looks good," he told her flopping down into an overstuffed chair and hanging his slender not quite hairless legs over the chair's arm. "Thanks sweetie," she smiled at him taking a sip of Earl Grey. "It's getting there," she said taking another sip obviously enjoying the tea. "Come over here and take a look at some of the furniture I've picked out. It's going to be delivered tomorrow after school, so I need you to come straight home, okay?" she informed him. "Laughing he told her, "No problem, it's not like I have any place to go afterschool." Alistair's mother's smile quickly dropped, "I'm sorry honey, I understand how hard this move is for you," she said stretching out her arms to her teen son. "I know mom, I'm not dwelling on it really, but honestly I'm not going to make tons of friends tomorrow. Most of these kids probably have been friends for years, I'm the outsider," he softly told her. "I'm going to try and make it work here, but don't expect miracles is all I'm saying," he said getting up and letting her hug him. "So let's see what you picked for me," he smiled at her before hooking the small milking stool with his foot pulling over to the desk next to her. The two spent the next half-hour looking at various pieces she had picked out for the house. He really liked the Greyish Clarendon sofa sectional with a chaise lounge. He thought the modern look would fit perfectly in the basement. She also had chosen a few end tables and other pieces like bookcases and a TV Console by Belmont. Alistair liked the industrial and wood look. He was looking forward to having a better place to play his PlayStation 4 than his room. After they looked at the furniture, Alistair left his mother to her work. The next day besides being his first day at his new school was her first day at work at her new job. She wanted to hit the ground running, so she could be successful in her new position. He headed down to the kitchen, to fix dinner for both of them. Alistair sometimes he would do that when he knew his mother would be coming home late and tired. He decided to make a simple shrimp and garlic butter pasta with tomatoes, scallions, and basil. He also fixed a tossed salad and pulled out some frozen garlic bread to put in the oven, before setting the table. "Hey mom, dinner is ready," he told his mother smiling at her from the doorway. "Darling, aren't you just the sweetest," she said giving Alistair a quick hug and kiss. The dinner was a nice surprise for his mother and for dessert they had snickerdoodle cookies. They talked about the coming day and their feelings. She had already met her team and excited to begin her new job, Alistair on the other hand was nervous about the first day at his new school. He knew it was only a couple miles or so from where they lived so riding his skateboard to and from the school would not be an issue. He hated the thought of having to ride a school bus. In the morning she would drive him to the school to officially register him and then would head to work. The delivery people were due at the house around four, so he needed to head straight home from school in order to meet them. After dinner Alistair watched some TV, before checking to make sure he had packed everything he needed for school. Alistair felt so nervous about the new school, he decided to take a melatonin tablet to help him get to sleep, and every now and then he would take one if he was too anxious to sleep. The buzzing of his clock told Alistair it was 6 o'clock and time to get up. He grabbed his remote after turning off his alarm clock and turned on his stereo, before climbing out of bed. NONONO's "Pumping Blood" began playing as he stumbled his way into his bathroom. Twenty minutes later Alistair emerged from his bath and began to dress. After pulling on a pair of yellow and blue striped jockey shorts, he grabbed a tight white Van's "Off the Wall" tee shirt, which barely covered the top of his underwear, then his favorite pair of skinny black jeans, white footie socks and his low-cut worn black Converse tennis shoes. Alistair noticed the bracelet Joshy had bought him lying on the dresser top, he started to throw it in his trash can, but stopped himself. He had really liked it. Fuck it, he told himself putting it on. There was no way he was going to let Joshy ruin his life or his tastes in clothes. It was cool and he was going to wear it, screw Joshy. He grabbed a grey farisle cardigan, before heading down to the kitchen. "Morning sweetie," his mother greeted him giving a kiss as she handed Alistair a glass of OJ. "Morn' Mom," he said grabbing cereal bowl from the cupboard and a spoon from a drawer putting them on the table, before grabbing the Capt'n Crunch from another cupboard. "So are you ready for school?" She asked him as she zipped up his lunch box. "Yeah, I guess," he said shrugging. "There isn't much I can do at this point," he told her before shoveling a spoon of cereal in his mouth. "Honey, I think you will like the school and will be able to meet some nice friends. You just have to give it a chance," she told him sitting down to eat her eggs and ham. "Yeah I know, maybe once I meet some people it will be better, but I hate being the outsider. I don't know anyone here, and I bet they have all known one another since they were little," Alistair sighed. "But don't worry mom, I'm going to try and make this work." "Well Sweetie, that's the best any of us can do," she smiled at him. "Yeah," he said grabbing his dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. "Don't worry mom, I'll try and fit in, and I promise not to blow the class president the first day," Alistair said with a smile. "Alistair!" "I'm just kidding mom, I not going to advertise I'm a fag," he paused, "I mean gay, but I'm not going to hide the fact either if it comes out." "I don't want you to feel you do, but please don't force the issue right at the beginning," she told him pulling him into a hug. "I love you." "I know mom, I promise to trend carefully, since we are living in the sticks now, but I want you to know I'm not going to hide if it comes up," he told her. "I want to be me, not something someone else wants," Alistair told her softly. "All I'm asking is be careful sweetie," she said giving him a kiss on the forehead. "I will, I promise," he told her before heading upstairs to brush his teeth and grabbing his book bag and skateboard. Alistair grabbed a maroon slouchie beanie, he checked to make sure he had his house key before joining his mother in the car. They didn't really talk the couple of mile drive to the middle school. They were both nervous for different reasons. C. L. Dodgson Middle School was a well maintained facility built in 1960. Alistair and his mother were pleased to see the school was a blue ribbon school as they pulled in the parking lot. Parents and buses were busy dropping off students as they walked into the office. They were directed to the guidance off to complete his registration. Alistair was surprised it took a little longer than he expected. They were well into first period, before Ms. Howard called a student down to be his guide and to help him settle into the school. Alistair and his mother were very pleased with the exception of his specials, he was in all GT classes. All his hard work in DC had paid off. His mother gave him a quick kiss leaving Alistair to start his day at school, while she headed off to start her first day at her new job. A knock on the guidance counselor's office door caused Alistair to start. He turned to greet his guide as the office door opened, Alistair's mouth dropped as he saw his peer guide. Standing there in the doorway was the hot boy, who had run over him at the pizza place. The teen smiled as he also recognized Alistair from their previous encounter. The mysterious teen was dressed very similar as he had been when they first met. "Alistair Liddell meet Wyatt Lapin," Ms. Howard said with a smile introducing the two boys. "Hi," Alistair said shyly not believing the hot boy he had briefly met Saturday night was to be his guide at the school and that they both shared all their classes together. "Hey bro, sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to run you down and dash, but I was late for a very important date," he smiled extending his hand to shake Alistair's hand. "Have you already met?" Ms. Howard asked. "Well sort of," laughed Wyatt. "I accidentally ran over him at Louie's, when I was rushing out to meet someone, but we didn't introduce ourselves. We only checked each other out," Wyatt said with a smirk. "Yeah, we were both okay, so it didn't really matter much," smiled Alistair as he tried not to blush. "Well that's good," she laughed lightly. "You both have all the same classes, and Wyatt is one of our peer guides here at Dodgson. I think you two will get along well, you share similar interests," she smiled. "Alistair you can leave your book bag, lunch and skateboard here until we get you a locker later today." Alistair pulled out his binder and water bottle, before joining Wyatt to head to his first class. "Thanks Ms. Howard," Alistair said with smile as he joined Wyatt by the door. "I promise Ms. Howard to make sure I keep him well in hand and introduce him to all the right guys, I mean people, he chuckled. "I'm sure he will be a perfect fit here at Dodgson," he said with a smile as he used his hand to guide Alistair out of the counselling office, and letting it slide all the way down to Alistair's ass. "Yes a perfect fit," he said grinning as he shut the office door. Alistair found himself boning up as soon as he felt Wyatt touch his back, and by the time his guide's hand touched his ass Alistair's underwear was wet for precum leaking out. Fuck, was Wyatt coming on to him? Nah, that couldn't be the case or could it? As much as he tried to seem brave to his mother that morning talking about not hiding his sexual preferences at school, in reality he was terrified of kids knowing he was gay before he established himself at the school. He had heard about kids who came out at school and how miserable their lives had become, and he didn't want to end up like that at Dodgson. It all had to be his imagination running wild at meeting Wyatt there at the school. His fap fantasies were trying to find a place in reality, and he needed to get a grip, so to speak. "If you want you can put your beanie in my locker, the admins don't like us to wear hats and hoodies inside, it makes us too uncivilized," Wyatt laughed stopping at a locker. "Call me Thumper, all my friends do," he smiled as he opened his locker for Alistair. "Thanks dude, I mean Thumper, where I went in DC they didn't really care, so I almost always wearing beanies," Alistair said shyly in way of an explanation. "No problem, one of my friends you'll meet next mod is the same way, but he wears Dr. Seuss Cat in the Hat ones. Max has them in all sorts of colors," laughed Wyatt as he led Alistair upstairs to the second floor. "We have Language Arts with Mrs. Francis, she's pretty cool, but just a lil' wacked sometimes," he chuckled stopping outside the door. "Ready?" Wyatt asked giving Alistair a supportive smile. "It will be alright bro, everyone is pretty cool here." "Yeah I guess," Alistair sighed putting on a smile, before following Wyatt inside the classroom. "Welcome back my intrepid explorer, I see you managed to find a lost explorer," smiled a pleasant looking middle-aged lady wearing a blouse and pants, and a pair of cat's eye glasses from a chain. "Yes mighty chieftain, I rescued a lost explorer seeking the temple of knowledge," answered Wyatt with a smile giving the teacher a slight bow. "I have the pleasure to introduce Sir Alistair Liddell," he said with a giggle pushing a confused Alistair forward. "Greeting Alistair, it's a pleasure to meet you," don't mind us here. I like to throw a little theatrics into the classroom for my brighter students," she said with a smile. "Welcome, you can take the empty desk next to the wild haired native sitting over there." "Thanks," Alistair said as he worked his way around the outer circle of desks. There was an empty seat next to a cute brunette spikey-haired teen with the points of his spikes dyed green. He had to smile at the teen's black tee shirt, it read, Are You Talking to Me? I Wasn't Paying Attention. Get Back to Me when I Get a Chance to Goggle It. "Hey," the teen said with a smile. "I'm Mako or Mad Hair." "I'm Alistair," he replied back with a smile. "Cool to meet you Alis," Mako smiled putting out his fist for a bump. Alistair wasn't so sure about the nick name Mako had just given him, but this wasn't the place to correct him. Mrs. Francis issued him a copy of the book they were reading as the class resumed. He settled in the class, and even managed to join in the discussion about DRACULA, which they were reading. She seemed very pleased with his performance in class, and told him to try and catch up with the rest of the class by reading the first six chapters as soon as possible. ` Algebra and Science followed Language Arts, and then Art. Wyatt made sure to introduce Alistair to various friends of his in the class. He noticed a number of Wyatt's friends were in most of the classes. After Art, he and Wyatt had American History, Alistair was pleased to discover he had enough time to sign up for the Eighth-grade trip to Mount Vernon at the beginning of November. Wyatt insisted he join his group, which included several of the boys he had met earlier. Alistair was pleased at how well he seemed to fit in with Wyatt and his friends. Lunch came after American History, followed by Health and the day ended with Spanish. Alistair was pleased with all his teachers and the new friends he met through the course of the day. The only thing that puzzled Alistair was the fact most of the people Wyatt introduced him to were guys. Granted he did introduce him to a few girls, but the bulk of the people he met were guys. He started to wonder if maybe Wyatt was gay like he was, if so that would be cool to maybe get a new boyfriend or a Friend with benefits. He wasn't going to hold his breath yet, but it seemed a definite possibility. "Hey bro, want to come over and hangout at my house," Wyatt asked Alistair as he handed his new friend back his beanie. "Damn, I would love to, but I have to go straight home to meet some furniture deliverers," Alistair suddenly depressed he had to blow off his new friend. Fuck, he thought, I'm so lame." "That's cool man, I understand," Wyatt replied with a slight frown. "Hey is it okay if I come over and hangout at your place? That is if your mom doesn't mind?" He said with a hopeful look. "Fuck yeah that would be awesome! She won't care, she's working until about six or so she said this morning," Alistair hoped he didn't sound too needy. "Sweet bro, we can get to know each other a lil' better," Wyatt said with a smirk. "Yeah," responded Alistair as he realized he had boned up again. Fuck, he thought to himself, every time Wyatt smiles at me like that I bone up. The two teens walked to guidance and retrieved Alistair's book bag and skateboard. The guidance secretary handed him a paper with his locker number and combination. Wyatt asked to see which locker was Alistair's, and seemed pleased Devin, or rather Mouse, a short friend Alistair met first in Science and again in American History. Devin, while an eight-grader looked more like a sixth-grader. Devin had a great sense of humor and was a lot of fun to be around. Alistair and Wyatt skated to Alistair's house. Wyatt was pleased they actually only lived a couple of streets away from one another. He told Alistair they should plan for a sleepover this coming Friday. Alistair, he told him could come over right from school. Wyatt promised they would have a lot of fun together and could hang out all Saturday as well. Alistair promised to ask his mother that night when she got home. He was pleased, but surprised at how quickly he was making friends. The kids at school made him feel welcome and part of the community. Life seemed good for once. "Nice house, one of Calvin's friends used to live here. They moved a couple months ago to Virginia, he was a lot of fun," Wyatt chuckled as though he were remembering something. "We're still settling in and getting more furniture, because we lived in a smaller place in DC," Alistair confessed. "No problem bro, I'm sure we'll find something to do while we're waiting," Wyatt smirked at Alistair again. Alistair swallowed hard, and led Wyatt into the kitchen to grab some drinks and chips before going to his room to chill. He didn't understand why, but he felt as though Wyatt was testing him, as if to determine whether he was gay or not. Wyatt didn't seem to care if he was, but strangely it bothered him to have his new friend know his secret. True he wouldn't mind sex with Wyatt, but there was something he couldn't put his finger on that was different about Wyatt if he were gay from his DC gay friends. Maybe he was just being paranoid about things, and he wasn't as ready to be out as he thought. "What do you want to drink," Alistair asked Wyatt. "We have soda, juice and bottled water." "What type of soda?" Wyatt asked. "Actually all we have is diet stuff, like Dr. Pepper, A & W Root Beer, and Coke. Sorry," Alistair told Wyatt. "Cool, I'll have a diet Dr. Pepper," Wyatt smiled. "Really" "Yeah, I started drinking it at Chick-fil-A, and I love it now," Wyatt said taking the bottle from Alistair. "Thanks bro," he said fist bumping his friend. Alistair grabbed a diet Dr. Pepper as well, before grabbing a bag of Martin's Ruffle Barbeque chips. They two teens headed upstairs to Alistair's room to chill and listen to music, while they waited for the delivery men to show up. Alistair booted up his laptop and loaded songza.com. Tokyo Police Club's TESSELLATE started playing as Wyatt settled down on one of Alistair's beanbag chairs. "Do you mind if I get comfortable and take off my shoes and socks?" Wyatt asked leaning forward to untie his red high top Chuckie T's. "Nah go ahead and make yourself comfortable," Alistair told him as he sat down in the other beanbag chair and began to remove his own shoes and socks. "Thanks, I like being barefoot when at home," Wyatt said as he finished taking them off. He stood up briefly taking off his red hoodie and tossed it on Alistair's bed. "Wow it's warm in here," he said as he pulled off his black HIM tee and tossed it over with his hoodie. Alistair stared at his hot new friend standing there in his room wearing a tight wife beater, which didn't even reach the top of his underwear sticking out from his skinny jeans. He walked over to the framed poster of Tom Daley in a Speedo. "Cool poster, are you a swimmer too like Tom?" Wyatt asked with a grin. "I used to be when I was younger, but in the last couple of years I've slacked off and started doing other things," Alistair said evasively. "Besides he's something to aspire to." "I've got a pool at my house, we can hang out there when summer gets here. I've also got a friend who I'm sure you'd like who has an indoor pool and lets a bunch of us use it whenever we want, maybe you can join us some weekend." "Yeah that would be sweet, I didn't get much of a chance to swim this summer. I don't want to get fat," Alistair said glad Wyatt accepted his explanation about the poster of the openly gay Olympic swimmer. "I can't ever imagine you as fat," Wyatt grinned walking over to where Alistair sat. "I bet there isn't an ounce of fat on your bod," whispered the fourteen-year old as he bent down close enough to Alistair's face to kiss him, before grabbing the open bag of chips and standing back up as he ate a hand full of them, before returning to his seat and taking a gulp of his soda. "Aren't you hot too?" Wyatt asked with a smile as he raised one of his eye brows suggestively. Alistair's heart was pounding from sexual teasing Wyatt appeared to be doing, and even worse he was totally boned up as a result. He swallowed hard as he looked at the sitting wet-dream in his room. He agreed it was warm in his room, but was afraid to take off his sweater, which managed to hide his erection. "Go on and get comfortable, after all it is your house," Wyatt said smiling at Alistair as he pushed his wife beater up as he rubbed his stomach. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back," Alistair said quickly, getting up and taking off his sweater, before heading out of the room. He managed to hide his boner by careful placement of his soda as he exited. Alistair breathed a sigh of relief when he made it to his bathroom. The only thing that was going to save him was fapping. He needed to release the tension as quickly as possible. He quickly unzipped and pulled his jeans and underwear down. He didn't even need any lube, since he was covered in precum. Alistair quickly started to fap trying to think of different guys, but his imagination kept coming back to Wyatt in his wife beater, his piercing artic blue eyes and shaggy blond hair. His plump pink lips smiling at him. "Oh fuck!" he gasped as his cock throbbed and pulsed as he fired his jizz into the toilet. He couldn't believe he just beat off to Wyatt, who was sitting in the next room. "You alright?" Wyatt asked. "You sounded in distress," he said giving Alistair a smile that spoke volumes. Alistair blushed bright red, Wyatt knew he had just beat off. He must think I'm a freak, Alistair thought to himself. "Nah I'm cool, I just needed to take care of sometime." Chuckling Wyatt said, "I know how that can be," smiling knowingly at his new friend. Before they could say anything else the doorbell rang. The two teens started to head downstairs to let the men in, but Wyatt stopped telling Alistair he needed to use the bathroom. He headed back into Alistair's room to the bathroom, while headed downstairs to let the delivery men inside. The men had already begun bringing in the furniture and carrying it to the basement, by the time Wyatt returned to join Alistair. "Wow, nice stuff bro," Wyatt said plopping down on the sofa. "And comfortable too," giving Alistair a big smile as he stretched out. "Yeah it is," Alistair said fist bumping the prone teen, before realizing Wyatt was hard and packing. "I helped my mom pick it out," he stammered as he ogled his friend. "Cool, you've got great taste, fuck, is that what I think it is?" Wyatt excitedly asked as he suddenly sat up pointing at the floor were delivery men had set up TV console. "Yeah, it's my play station," Alistair beamed in pride, as he was suddenly distracted from drooling over Wyatt's hardon. "Want to play my beta version of STAR WARS Battle Front after they leave?" He asked hoping he would have more time to admire Wyatt's hot body. "Do boys get boners?" Grinned Wyatt as he got off the couch to look at the stack of video games next to the TV and game system. "Damn you've got some rad games here dude, I'm gonna have to spend more time here Alis," smiled the excited fourteen-year old as he sat on the floor looking through the games. "Fuck, I can't believe you have Battle Front already, they aren't releasing it until November. Who'd you have to blow to get it?" Wyatt asked playfully as he took a swig from his soda bottle. While Alistair understood Wyatt was just yanking his chain, he couldn't believe all the sexual comments his new friend was making. He didn't know whether to jump his hot friend, or just laugh the whole thing off. The whole situation seemed confusing. He wanted Wyatt as a friend, not just a fuck buddy, but at the same time he wasn't sure if he was just imaging more than was really going on. He needed to be careful, just in case Wyatt was gay baiting him. Once everything was set up the men left. Alistair went upstairs to grab his phone and call his mother to let her know the furniture had arrived safely. An excited Wyatt offered to set up the TV and gaming system, while Alistair placed the call. Alistair entered his room and was surprised his phone wasn't on his desk where he normally put it. He looked around on the floor and in his sweater pocket, but still couldn't find it. He sat on bed and tried to think where he last saw his phone. As he sat there he felt something slide against his leg, it was his phone. He didn't remember putting it on the bed. Alistair touched the blackened screen swiping his code, so he could call his mother. His heart stopped as he saw the screen. His photo gallery was open, and not to pictures he had taken with his friends. It was the album of sex pictures of him and Joshy. His cum-covered smiling face looking up into the camera, while Joshy smacked his still hard cock against his cheek greeted him. He swallowed hard as he scrolled through the rest of the pictures in the album. There were pictures of him sucking Joshy off in various public places, as well as pics of Joshy pounding his ass and breeding him, several in fast food places. Including a particular favorite of Joshy's, the restroom of a Chick-fil-A. The last picture in the album was Alistair's well-fucked hole gaping open as Joshy's spooge leaked out from their last day together. He closed his eyes and tried to get himself under control. Alistair knew the album had not been open at any point during the day, Wyatt had somehow managed to access his phone and discovered them. Why had he done that to Alistair's phone? Was he trying to find something incriminating or was he trying to discover if he was dating someone? What should he do? He had never meant for someone else to ever discover the pictures, but now someone he really did not even know had seen them. Wyatt though seemed okay with the now established fact Alistair liked dick, or was he? Alistair's new friend seemed almost to be flirting with him, but was that really the case? He needed to be careful and not make a play for Wyatt until he was really sure everything was okay, otherwise his new life would seriously be fucked up. Alistair decided for the moment just act as though nothing happened. If something happened, it would be Wyatt who initiated any action between them. He quickly texted his mother and let her know the furniture had arrived and looked good. Alistair grabbed the open bag of chips, before heading down to the kitchen to grab another couple of sodas. He took a deep breath composing himself, before he headed back down to the basement. "Bro! This game is sick!" Wyatt exclaimed with a huge smile. He quickly finished his fight scene before rest setting the game for two players. "Shit, the guys are going to be so fucking jealous I got to play this," he smiled at Alistair. "Everyone is gonna want to be over here afterschool everyday day," he chuckled before taking a swing from his almost empty soda bottle. "Yeah it's pretty sweet, a friend gave it to me over the summer," Alistair replied carefully, but found himself getting caught up in Wyatt's excitement. Joshy had given him the game, shortly before they started going out. "Fuck dude, you've got some awesome friends," Wyatt smiled as Alistair handed him another soda. "Thanks bro, so who do you want to be? I want to be Vader if that's okay?" Alistair laughed, "So you're a badass, huh?" "Hell yeah, I'll fuck your rebel ass good," Wyatt laughed as he handed Alistair a wireless control console to the PlayStation 4. Alistair didn't know how to reply to Wyatt. It was as if his cute blond friend was hinting at the pictures Joshy had taken. He didn't seem put off, but at the same time it was as if Wyatt was only joking around. Shit, the whole situation was unnerving. Alistair decided to see what Wyatt would do if he made a similar comment. "Promises, promises," Alistair laughed, wondering what Wyatt's response would be to his comment. Wyatt smiled slyly at him, "Beware of what you ask for, you just might get it," he chuckled, as Alistair popped a boner from his smile. "Now quit stalling and let's kick some rebel ass," Wyatt laughed turning back to the game. Not knowing what else to say or do at that point, Alistair just logged into his account, and then Wyatt logged next to his account. Since Wyatt wanted to play the empire, they picked Stormtroopers, because they had to play as a team. Alistair though promised to show his friend once they were on the battlefield how to change to Vader. They chose to start on the planet Hoth. As the two teens prepared to lose themselves in the game, Wyatt pulled Alistair against him with one arm in a half hug, "Thanks for letting me come over and play with you Alis," he smiled. "Come on and let's kick some rebel ass." Before Alistair ask his new friend not to call him Alis yet again, because it sounded too fem, they were engaged in battle. The two teens soon lost themselves in the throes of the game. Nearly two hours later and two more bottles of diet Dr. Pepper and one whole bag of chips later, Alistair's mother found her soon engaged in an epic battle on the planet Endor with his new best friend. "Hello boys," she smirked as she interrupted the two teens. "I see the new furniture meets with your satisfaction." Her son paused the game before hopping up to give his mother a hug and kiss her. "Hi mom, yeah it's awesome! It looks good and is real comfortable to play on," he said with a huge grin. "Oh fu..., I mean shit, no, I mean this is my new best friend Wyatt. He lives just a couple streets over from us," Alistair excitedly explained to his mother. "Hi Mrs. Liddell, I'm Wyatt Lapin, I am Alistair's peer helper at Dodgson," he smiled, getting up and walking over to where she stood to shake her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said giving her a disarming smile. "I know how hard it is to be a stranger in a new school, and I wanted him to feel like he belonged." "Well that's so sweet of you, feel free to come over anytime," Alistair's mother smiled, pleased her son had met such a polite and kind boy for a friend. She had hoped his day at the school would go well, and it appeared as if it had done so. "Did you want to stay for dinner?" "Is it that late?" Wyatt asked as he pulled his phone out from his pocket. "Oh wow, I didn't realize the time, I'm late, I really should be going, maybe another time if that's okay?" Wyatt said giving Alistair's mother an innocent smile. "Certainly, we can do a more convenient night," she smiled. "Thanks Mrs. Liddell," he smiled gathering up the trash from where they had been playing. "Oh, I was wondering if Alistair, could spend Friday night at my house after school? I was hoping to introduce him to some more of my friends and we could get to know one another better. Plus on Saturday we could hangout some, so he could learn more about Carrollton Village and all the cool places to hangout. I mean if that is alright with you Mrs. Liddell?" "Could I mom, please, please," Alistair begged happy Wyatt wanted to spend more time with him. Laughing she said, "How can I deny my favorite child anything?" "Mom, I'm your only child," he said rolling his eyes, giving Wyatt a look as if to say, please ignore my crazy mother. Wyatt just chuckled, "Sweet," in response. "Well I need to head up get my things and head home. "Here, let me go with you," smiled Alistair, who was pleased at how the day had gone so far. The two boys stopped in the kitchen to throw away their trash, before proceeding up to Alistair's room. Wyatt sat down pulled on Alistair's bed to pull on his shoes first. He paused with a smile, "Hey do you want to see something really cool? With his heart pounding again and his boy-nail starting to harden back up at the question, Alistair nodded not trusting himself to say anything. Wyatt pulled his tight wife beater up just above his nipples. Running through each nipple nub was a small gold bar. "Aren't they cool, I got them right before school started," he grinned. "A friend of me talked me into getting a set since I liked his so much," Wyatt said reaching down and grabbing one of Alistair's hands. "Just feel them," he said placing the fourteen-year old's hand on his right nipple. "Yeah, just like that," he moaned softly as Alistair ran his fingers over first one then the other nipple as if he were mesmerized by his young friend's nipples. "Wow," whispered Alistair. "Did it hurt?" "A little at first, but now, wow...," he moaned in response to Alistair still touching them. "It was way worth it for how they make me feel when doing stuff, if you know what I mean," he said smirking at Alistair. "I bet you would look really hot in a set," Wyatt said reaching out and pinching his friend's nipples. "Shit I hate to have to leave now, he said pulling on his tee shirt. "Yeah me too," Alistair whispered huskily as he watched his friend finish dressing. "I'll stop by in the morning and we can skate to school together, that is if you want to," Wyatt whispered suggestively as he leaned in close to his friend. Gulping hard, "Yeah I'd like that," replied Alistair now aroused even more than he had been earlier when he had to fap in his bathroom. "Sweet, I'm looking forward to it, I'll see you in the morning," he said as his hand "accidentally" brushed Alistair's junk. "I'll let myself out, see ya," he said smirking at his friend in sexual distress. "Bye Wyatt," he said preparing to rush into his bathroom to relieve himself again. "Call me Thumper, Alis. All my real friends do, laterz bro," Wyatt said with a smile as he grabbed his book bag and skateboard. "'K Thumper," said Alistair not able to wait any longer and rushing in the bathroom. Downstairs Wyatt stopped in the kitchen to talk to Alistair's mother. "Thank you for letting me visit Mrs. Liddell, I enjoyed myself," he said with a smile. "Oh by the way I promised to meet Alistair and skate to school with him in the morning if that is alright with you?" "That is so sweet of you Wyatt," she said with a smile as she worked on preparing their dinner. "It's nice to see Alistair making friends here, he was so worried he wouldn't when we moved from DC." "Oh don't worry Mrs. Liddell, I'll make sure he meets all the "right" people. After all he's just the type of person we like to hang out with and be friends with here," he smiled at her. "I think he is going to a right fit our group." "That's so nice of you to take the trouble," she smiled at Alistair's new friend. "Its no trouble at all, he just the right sort of friend for us," he grinned. "I'll see you tomorrow Mrs. Liddell." "Well good night Wyatt. Take care and be safe getting home." "Thank you Ma'am," he said as he waved good bye and shut the kitchen door as he left. Meanwhile Alistair was sitting shirtless on his toilet and beating his cock as fast as he could trying to remember all the sensations from touching Wyatt's quarter-sized pierced nipples, and the brief touch by Wyatt's fingers on his covered dick. Nothing he and Joshy had ever done together could compare with what had just happened to him with Wyatt. His new friend knew how to arouse him in ways he never knew before. "Oh fuck," he gasped as he blew his load covering his chest. Alistair scooped up his load and greedily sucked it down imagining it was Wyatt's load. Once his creamy mess was gone and safely down his throat, he grabbed his wash-cloth and finished cleaning up. Afterward he went downstairs to the kitchen to help his mother with fixing dinner and setting the table. "Hey, so how was work?" Alistair asked as he walked in the kitchen. "It went well, I have a lot of good people working for me," she told him. "Actually Wyatt's offer to have a sleepover with you was good timing, "I have to go up to New York City for meetings on Friday and Monday, so I will be up there all weekend. It will make me feel a lot better knowing someone is looking after you while I'm gone," she smiled at Alistair. "Cool, I'll ask if I can spend the whole weekend with him," Alistair said excitedly, wondering if Wyatt planned for them to do more stuff sexually, because there was no doubt in his mind now Wyatt had been coming on to him. Though he still intended to make Wyatt make the first move like he had done earlier in his bedroom. While he really wanted Wyatt to have sex with him, and suspected Wyatt did as well, Alistair still felt he needed to make sure he wasn't being led into a trap. While they prepared dinner and ate mother and son talked about their day. Both seemed pleased things had gone so well. Alistair cleaned up for his mother after dinner, so she could relax a bit before doing some work in her office. He went downstairs to make sure everything was turned off, before heading to his room to do his homework. He made sure to get caught up on his reading to he could participate better in the classroom discussion with the wacky Mrs. Francis the following day. She was definitely the funniest teacher he had ever had, but she was also very knowledgeable. Around ten, he headed to his mother's office to let her know he was going to bed. She kissed him good night and told him she would be heading to bed shortly as well. Alistair actually was glad they had moved, Wyatt and all his friends were a lot of fun, and he liked how they made a point to make him feel included during the day at school. He was looking forward to the next day more so than he had expected. Life was good, when a door shut, a window opened somewhere else. As he entered his room and shut the door he noticed Wyatt's socks sticking out from under the bean bag chair he had been sitting in. It almost looked as if Wyatt had purposely left them there. He reached down to pull them out and as he did, Wyatt's odor wafted up to his nose causing him to become erect again. Fuck, he thought to himself as he stroked his cock as he held one sock to his nose. Making sure the door was locked he took off his underwear before grabbing the other sock. He lay on his bed taking deep whiffs one sock, while wrapping the other around his cock. Closing his eyes, he pictured Wyatt with his pierced nipples touching his cock, while Alistair played with his friend's still unseen bulge. Wyatt's basket, almost appeared to be the size of Joshy, which if that was the case his friend was really hung for his age. He wondered what it would look and taste like, and if he would get a chance to see and touch it this weekend at the sleepover. He hoped so more than ever, Joshy had released his need for sex, and now Wyatt without realizing it had ramped it up so much he was willing to do whatever his new friend wanted. The thought of staring up into Wyatt's artic blue eyes as his blond bangs bounced, as Wyatt pounded his cock into his hole pushed Alistair over the edge. "FUCK!" he grunted trying to stifle his climax, since his mother was still away. He shot five good sized pulses of jizz over his smooth chest. As Alistair came down he realized some of his load had gotten on the sock he had used to jerk with. He hoped Wyatt wouldn't realize his socks were missing until he cleaned them back up, or maybe not even realize they were gone. He signed contentedly, checking to make sure his alarm was set on armed, before climbing under his bedclothes and drifted off to sleep. That night he dreamed of his new friends. Wyatt met him shortly after seven the next morning. Alistair though was a little nervous at first, wondering if Wyatt was just playing with him trying to expose him as a fag to his friends and embarrass him at the new school. Wyatt though acted as though nothing had happened the day before, and was excited at the prospect of Alistair spending more time with him over the weekend. He told his new friend his parents didn't mind if Alistair stayed an extra night or so. They could stop over at Alistair's Saturday or Sunday to get clothes for school Monday. They two teens made it to school in plenty of time. Alistair was a little surprised at the reaction of Wyatt's friends when he arrived. They seemed genuinely happy he was there and part of their group. Wyatt admitted he had told them, about the fact Alistair had a beta copy of Battle Front, so that made him extra popular. Alistair laughed and said he understood, but hoped they were just interested in his game. Wyatt chuckled informing him, they all wanted to get to know him a whole lot better reasons other than the game. They wanted him to be the newest member of their group, and were sure he would be a perfect fit in more ways than one. The day went well, instead of Art and Heath, they had World Music and PE. It was during PE had his biggest panic attack, unlike at his school in DC, the PE teacher expected his boys to wear jockstraps and not underwear under his gym shorts, and also expected the boys to shower after class. He had only been naked with other boys when he belonged to a swim team when he was ten, now he was expected to shower and be seen by other boys, when he had no dick control. His worse fear was that he would bone up at seeing Wyatt and the other hot boys in PE naked. He was surprised to see other boys in his class either have half stalks or bone up completely, and no one seemed to care. Seeing Wyatt with a chubbie, which indicated he was indeed well-hung, made him bone up completely after seeing Wyatt come in and take a shower next to him. Wyatt didn't say anything, but he gave him a smile and a nod as he soaped up watching Alistair and his cock and his smooth hairless ass. Alistair really had to work hard on distracting himself in the shower, so he didn't beat off right there. He was glad there were only a couple others in the shower at the same time as he and Wyatt. One was Felix, one of their friends who they all called Ches' because he had moved from the Chesapeake Bay, some small town called Cambridge, the previous year. The other was someone from a couple of his classes, but not one of the people Wyatt had introduced him to, but someone he did know. After school Wyatt played everything down again, but asked if he could come over to again to Alistair's house to play. He also asked if Felix could join them as well, Wyatt thought they would get along well. After seeing Felix naked in the shower, he was more than ready to let the cute teen join them at his house. After all Felix wasn't shy about being boned up in the shower, displaying his hard uncut five-inches to anyone who wanted to see what he was packing. The three teens skated to Alistair's house, once there they grabbed some snacks and chips before heading down to the basement. Without even saying anything Wyatt and Felix removed their shoes and socks, before tossing their hoodies and tee shirts together on the floor with the rest of their stuff. Not wanting to seem a prude, he tossed his hoodie and shirt to the floor with theirs. Though they didn't say anything the two friends smiled, obviously pleased at Alistair following their lead. All three boys were now bare-chested and barefoot as they settled down to play Battle Front as they lay on the floor in front of the TV. They played until Felix's phone went off playing The Bashful's HARDER, DEEPER, FASTER. "Shit," said Felix. "I've got to jet, Who has a last minute friend at the playhouse," he frowned as he got up to pull on his clothes. "Can I use your bathroom before I leave?" "Sure go ahead." Felix grabbed his book bag and took it into the bathroom with him. Several minutes later he came out, "Thanks dude for letting me hang out, I'll give you a call later Thumper. Thanks again bro, see you tomorrow," Felix said fist bumping his friends. "Is Who picking you up?" Wyatt asked Felix as he climbed the stairs to head out. "Yeah, should be here any minute, laterz," Felix said. A few seconds later they heard the door shut. "Who is Who?" Alistair asked, wondering which one of the guys he had met had such a strange nickname. "You haven't met Who yet, Friday you'll meet him. He's a bit older, he drives us places when we need it," Wyatt said with a mysterious smile. "I know you'll like him as much as he will like you," he chuckled. And with that he turned back to the paused game. The two boys played again until Alistair's mother came home. This time Wyatt accepted her invitation to dinner, telling her his parents were out on a business dinner and all he was going to do was order a pizza. He and Alistair pulled on their shirts, before heading upstairs to help with dinner prep. Alistair's mother was impressed at how helpful Watt was at helping out with setting the table and after dinner helping clean up. Alistair had appeared to have made a good choice in friends. She wasn't worried at his spending the weekend with Wyatt. His parents had done an excellent job at raising their son. While Alistair had some good friends in DC, none were as polite and helpful as Wyatt. She had made a good choice in accepting the job here. Alistair would do well and go places. After Dinner Wyatt left to head home and do his homework. He promised to meet Alistair again in the morning before school. Thus the pattern for the rest of the week was set. Wyatt would meet him each morning, and they would meet their friends before school. The new school was more fun than he had previously hoped. Everyone was friendly and he made lots of friends besides Wyatt's friends. He quickly felt as if he belonged, and by the time Friday rolled around he found he didn't really miss his old friends from DC. Life was good. School Friday did seem to drag, since Alistair was so excited to spend the weekend with Wyatt. He was secretly hoping he and Wyatt would actually get an opportunity to play around together, but he wasn't going to push it. He still wanted his friend to make the first move. When three o'clock rolled around he was more than ready for the weekend. Wyatt told him they were going to stop off and visit Calvin, the friend nicknamed Who, before they did anything else. Alistair was interested in meeting this older friend, who no doubt was in high school and must be a big Dr. Who fan if he went by the nickname Who. They skated the opposite direction from where he and Wyatt lived. They houses were even bigger than his and Wyatt's homes. They finally arrived at a large colonial with a walk way to the three car garage. Instead of heading the front door Wyatt led Alistair around the side of the garage and up a flight of stairs leading to an apartment above it. Wyatt knocked on the door, and a much older shirtless hairy teen opened the door. He smiled as soon as he saw it was Wyatt and Alistair. He motioned for them to enter. What had he gotten himself into now, he thought as the older teen stepped aside to let them in. Things had just gotten a lot much curiouser. The End of Chapter One Thanks again to all my readers for your encouragement over the last few years. Be sure to check out my other stories posted here on nifty. Do not forget to donate to Nifty to keep it going. Thanks. 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