Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2023 23:20:33 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Dreaming of Him DREAMING OF HIM CHAPTER ONE "HOLIDAY, HERE WE COME!" Richie Carrick was out of his mind with excitement the very moment after the final bell rang of the entire school year. All of the seventh graders in their primary (middle) school seemed to be on a major mission just to get the hell out of the one place that they hoped they would never see again, since they would all be attending high school the following year, and Richie was no exception. At thirteen years of age, he was old enough to realize that his life as he knew it was about to change, and although he was excited as hell about this new chapter, there was all sorts of doubt that would creep in from time to time... ...would he actually make any friends at his new school...what about the older kids? Would he become one of those poor bullied guys that you always saw on TV and read about on Nifty? Nah. Not if he could help it! "Richie! Dude, wait up!" he heard shouting behind him and he smiled gleefully as he saw his best friend Connor running up towards him, his own backpack swinging over his shoulder as he did so. He stopped and held out his hand for a fist bump, which Richie laughingly patted down. "You guys still going to your dad's timeshare thing later on? For the whole three weeks of holiday?" he asked, the wind sweeping across the entirety of his blond hair as he did so. Connor was considered by nearly all of the Grade seven girls, and even those closet boys that no one seemed to even know about, to be one of the most popular boys in the school, simply because the boy was beautiful beyond belief. When he smiled, it seemed that the world was smiling with him, and his passion for sports as well as his energy for getting up to pre-teen boy mischief made him a boy that EVERYONE wanted to be friends with. Richie nodded as he cascaded the parking lot in the search for his father, who should have been here long ago in order to pick him up. They would be leaving for the beach at approximately half past two, and not a minute later, as per his dad's strict instructions. "Hell yeah! Connor, are you sure you don't wanna come along? Your folks did say that you could," Richie mentioned, his eyes flickering appreciatively over Connor's boyish good looks, his broad shoulders, his beautiful blue eyes, which was by now totally shielded in daylight, and his heart tended to beat just a tad faster every time he heard his best friend's voice. Connor shook his head and looked over his shoulder, before he looked back at his best friend once again. "Dude, normally I would love to, you know how I roll, but not this time. My mom's best friend from college is in town for a visit and she invited her and her daughter to come and stay with us for a few days! Richie...my man, you should fucking see the tits on that girl...she's fucking huge up there! I'm telling you, I'm so gonna lose my V-card to that this summer!" Connor said enthusiastically, making Richie blush and stare down at his worn-out school shoes. He really wanted to sigh at that point, but that would only open a brand-new Pandora's box as Connor would no doubt wanna know why his best friend was angry at him for finally getting some action. Come to think of it, Connor was always surrounded by girls, he was actually surprised the dude was still a fucking virgin. "Well, good luck with that! I hope we can still like video chat while I'm gone? That's if this girl doesn't keep you too busy in bed..." Now it was Connor's turn to blush, completely and utter unaware of how Richie even felt about him, or that his best friend was even gay to begin with. Connor wasn't a bad kid per say, but when a lot of people always went ahead and told you several times a day how sexy and boyishly handsome you were, then it tended to go to your head, especially if you were going to high school the following year. He smiled that crookedly handsome smile that was so kin to himself, running his fingers through his hair, the very moment that Richie's father parked their BMW at the end of the school gate, and honked the horn the moment that he saw his son. "Better get going before your dad comes over here and totally snatches you! WhatsApp me later when you guys get there, okay?" he said, his eyes sparkling as he once more shook hands with Richie, before he winked at the boy and off, he went. Richie finally was allowed to let out that sigh that he had been keeping hidden ever since he had now heard what Connor would be up to while he was way. Fucking hell, man...he had still hoped to God that Connor would have come along to the West Coast for the December holidays. He loved his family like mad, but a whole three weeks with the lot of them? He knew that his cousins were going to be there as well, and that made him feel a bit better, but then again, they were fifteen and seventeen respectively, and he highly doubted if they would wanna hang out with a pre-teen all day, even if he was family. Knowing that Connor would do his very best to get into this girl's panties...whoever she was, stung more than what he was caring to actually admit. He knew that being around Connor made him feel...special, it made him happy. His face would light up on its own every time they were together, or even in the mornings when Connor's mom would drop him off at school. He thought about Connor more than often...like, he would wonder what the dude was up to, or where he was at random times. When he would wake up in the mornings, the first thing he did, was check if he had a message from his best friend. Gay. That was the word that came to mind, when he thought about everything that he felt towards Connor, over and over in his thirteen-year-old mind. He always looked at the girls in his class, he tried his level best to figure out so many times just WHAT the guys saw in them, why they were so turned on by them. Why they had this...obsession to see their tits and pussies, why they were so rumbustious to get their pre-teen dicks inside those very pussies mentioned earlier. He couldn't understand it. All that he knew...that for the life of him, he failed to comprehend why he got hard the moment that he saw one of his buddies naked...but his five-inch dick failed him dismally at the thought of any naked girl. His father honked the horn of the car once more and he turned around, sighing in sheer pre-teen melodramatic fashion when he did so. This was going to be one LONG ass vacation...even if it was at his favorite beach. He was gonna totally miss Connor, and miss him a lot. ** Jesus, he had to pee so fucking bad! The moment that the car stopped at their destination, which was Pearly Beach Resort, his father shook with laughter as he pointed out to his mom how Richie had literally thrown open the car door and rushed to the nearest tree that he could find, not bothering in the least, if anyone could see him. Their time-share home was very private, however, for the amount of money that they had paid for it yonks ago, and therefore Richie knew he could very much get away with it. Shaking the final few droplets from his thirteen-year-old cock, he sighed with relief as his bladder was finally emptied, before he smiled happily as he saw the West Coast Ocean beckoning before him. He smelled that by now, familiar fresh air and sea breeze aroma's along with feeling the wind through his brown hair and the sun shining on his skin. His eyes lit up as they followed one wave coming from the coast line, after the other, blasting over the shore like warm lava straight from a volcano. "Mom, Dad! Can I go swimming for a while! Just for a little bit? I'll come and pack my things out later!?" he shouted in his parents' direction before he sped off towards the water, without even waiting for an answer, leaving a stunned Joy and Richard Carrick smiling to each other in sheer disbelief. "Oh, let him go, he's worked hard all year, and he even made the Top ten in his grade. Next year its going to be a real eye opener...let him be my little boy for just a little while longer," Joy said as she kissed her husband, before he himself shook his head and opened up the boot to get all the baggage they had brought with them. As with all boys of that age, Richie was able to find some young boys down at the beach almost immediately, and it was only a matter of time before he had been invited to play some beach volleyball with a couple of teens, his parents and his promise to them to come and pack out his stuff all but forgotten. Together the teens played a massive game until each team had managed to somehow score five goals each, before their bodies eventually gave away and they slumped onto the sand, enjoying the summer sun gleaming across the boyish exteriors. "Where are you two from? I haven't seen you around here before, and we come here like EVERY damn year!" one of the boys asked Richie, before introducing himself as Brando, before his two buddies Frank and Alfie did the same. Richie grabbed one of the tomato and cheese sandwiches that Brando had brought along, taking two huge bites and swallowing before he turned back to the three friends. "I'm Richie, short for Richard. I'm sort of named after my dad. Anyway, we have a timeshare here, but we haven't been here for like, ages. My dad's job didn't allow him to have a vacation in like three years, but before then we always came here. Maybe we just didn't see each other every time we did..." he finally added, before grabbing another sandwich and devouring it in record time. "Nice! I was worried that there would only be like, old people around here this year, so I'm glad we all kinda met up. Me and Alfie are from Parow in Cape Town, we go to school together, and Frank over here arrived like two days ago..." "Dude, I can totally speak for myself! But what he says is actually true, I'm from Johannesburg, and like you, my folks also have a timeshare around here," Frank finally said, shooting playful daggers at both Brando and Alfie as he did so. "Man, you guys really are far from home. It took us like only like two hours to get here, and I had to leave my best friend at home...I really hoped that he would come along but noooo...he has other plans with a girl he wants to impress," Richie sulked sarcastically without even thinking about what he was saying. Brando smiled before he tossed the plastic away in which he had the sandwiches wrapped, his eyes glimmering with excitement. "Did he say what she looked like? Does she have boobs yet? How big are they?" he rambled off all on one fucking breath, with both Alfie and Frank also showing signs of obvious boyish excitement at the way the conversation was suddenly going. Richie looked away only for a second...why did he never meet any boys that was like him? Why did it always seem that every dude his age was always, but ALWAYS into girls? He totally got that boys in general were biologically designed to be attracted to girls, but for God's sake...was he literally the only gay thirteen-year-old on this planet? "I have no clue what she looks like, all I know is he was hella excited to meet her. He's still a virgin too so he is totally looking to change that," he murmured, allowing a clump of sand into his hand, having it flow out of his grasp as he spoke his peace. "Man, how lucky is this guy? I still haven't fucked a girl either, BUT...I've totally had a blowie before!" Brando said as he smiled, his legs shifting slightly, giving away that the conversation was making him hard as hell down there. Alfie rolled his eyes and patted his buddy on his back. "I wouldn't believe everything this guy tells you, he has a fucking awesome imagination. I didn't believe it the first time he told me that it happened, and I fucking still don't!" "Fuck you, faggot!" Brando said as he playfully pushed his best friend away from him, allowing Alfie to fall head first onto the warm sand before him. "What about you guys? Have you DONE THE DEED yet?" he then asked the question to both Frank and Richie, with Frank immediately shaking his head in sheer denial. "I ain't gonna lie, I never even gotten anywhere near a girl before. Those we have back home, man, they are all stuck up as hell. All because a girl like five years ago got pregnant with her boyfriend's kid, now all of them are afraid the same will happen to them. Nah, dudes...I'm afraid the only action my dick has never seen came from Madam Wank and her four horny daughters..." he laughed, wiggling the fingers on is right hand as a sign of what he was talking about. Brando and Alfie snickered at those words, before they turned their attentions to Richie, who sat there looking at his new found friends as if butter wouldn't met in his mouth. Gotta lie...gotta fucking lie like crazy here, otherwise these guys would most probably make the following three weeks a hell on earth for him...all of them were clearly straight, and even though this was 2023, he had no idea how they even felt about boys, liking other boys. "I don't have a girlfriend, and I haven't...you know...DONE it either, but come on, guys! We're all just like thirteen, almost fourteen years old! We have plenty time for all of that, right?" he said, and thank God that it registered in their brains for what it was, as especially Alfie nodded quickly. "Yeah, Richie is right. I mean...look at all these girls on the beach...the holidays have just started! Loads of time for us to lose them V-cards..." he said, with a crooked smile on his face, as Brando finally got up on his two feet, wiping the leftover sand off from his body. "Hey man, we gotta get back, my folks will be having babies if they think we're missing or something," he mentioned towards Alfie, who simply rolled his eyes but managed to get up too anyway. Before they headed back, they turned to both Richie and Frank. "What number chalet do you guys live in? Let's totally do this again tomorrow!" he asked over his shoulder, keeping his arm in front of his face, in the vision of the murdering South African summer ultra rays. "I'm in Number 17!" Frank shouted back, giving both boys a thumbs-up in response. "We are in Number 23!" Richie also proceeded to answer the question and waved to both Brando and Alfie as they walked away, and was just about to make his own way back to his chalet, when he saw that Frank wasn't following him. In fact, he was standing as still as possible, as if he had just been frozen solid on impact...simply STARING at him. "Dude? Are you coming? Both our chalets are down this way, right?" he asked, frowning at his new friend as he did so. Frank took a while to snap out of it, before he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, finally catching up to Richie as the two boys walked back home in silence together. Number 17 came up first, and Frank stopped, before he pulled at Richie's shirt, forcing the latter to look him straight in his eyes. "Dude, are you sure you guys are in Number 23?" he asked, his eyes a little bolder and wider than they were before. Richie nodded and placed both of his hands in the pockets of his shorts, as he saw how uncomfortable the boy before him really was. "Yeah, so? What's wrong with it? Before those couple of years that my dad couldn't get way, we always spent out summers at Number 23...that's kinda the whole point of a timeshare..." he uttered, still not quite understanding why Frank would actually ask a weird question like that. Frank grimaced as he turned towards his own chalet, and he seemed to tremble as he did so. "Come on, man! I can see something weird is up with you, come on, tell me!" Richie demanded, becoming irritated as hell by now. He so hoped that there would be other kids his age around here, and now that there actually was, he had hoped even more that this vacation wouldn't be as boring as he thought it was going to be without Connor here, but Frank was now really starting to work on his nerves. Frank finally sighed and looked back at Richie. "It's just...I don't know if it's true, okay? And we just met and became buds, so I totally don't wanna freak you out but..." "BUT WHAT?" Frank slumped forward and placed both hands on his hips. "A friend of mine from back home in Joburg and his family came to stay here a couple of months ago for the winter holidays. And he said...well, after like two nights, his younger brother demanded that they go home, for no apparent reason. He just...became too freaked out to even stay here anymore. And when they were finally back home, the dude wasn't the same...he kept having nightmares and all those kinda shit. He's better now...but they refuse to even come back here ever again, after what had happened." Richie swallowed, very slowly. The hairs on the back of his neck, as well as his arms were now standing firmly erect. "And...I suppose they stayed at Number 23?" he whispered softly, looking straight at Frank as he did so, who nodded in agreement. "Number 23. The only reason we came is because my dad refuses to lose the money that he paid for this place...and I suppose he also doesn't know what the hell to believe. I dunno what the hell happened in that chalet, but my friend's brother nearly went beserk after they spent two nights there. So just...be careful, okay?" ** "You okay, Richie?" Richie looked up at his seventeen-year-old cousin JJ, who had sat down next to him on the sofa in their chalet, opening up what looked like a bottle of Castle Lager, taking a big sip, before patting the younger boy's leg. "Haven't seen you in ages, you really fucking shot up! You're a handsome dude, I bet the girls are throwing themselves at you back home!" he laughed good-naturedly, before grabbing the remote and changing the TV channel to soccer, pleased and happy to see that Manchester United was leading Chelsea 2-0 at that moment and time. "I wish...but yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a little confused about what one of the guys said down at the beach earlier. He said that friends of him back home stayed here a few months ago, in Number 23, I mean. And like two days later, the younger brother of the dude turned hella funny...demanded that they go back home immediately. He just wanted to get the hell away for some reason. It looks like something around here really fucked the poor dude up," Richie said, his eyes firmly on the soccer players and their muscled, lanky bodies. JJ laughed and hissed as Chelsea came within a whisker of making it 2-1, before turning his attentions back to his cousin. "Come on, Richie Rich! You know better than I do, all you city boys, you think you're so clever and so street wise, and then you end up here with just mother nature around you and you can't handle being so far away from what you know best...shopping malls, Burger King, the movies...all fucking sorts. The dude was probably just a little home sick. We've been coming here for ages and fuck all has happened!" Richie laughed as he realized that JJ was right. He had been inside this very chalet from the moment that he was born. His folks had purchased this timeshare even before he was born! There was no reason to be alarmed...was there? "I think I'm going to bed...I'm a little tired," he said after the match was finally finished and it ended in a miserable 2-2 draw for both teams, leaving both himself and his cousin frustrated as hell. "It's a little early for you, my boy...are you sure you aren't feeling sick?" his father asked, clearly concerned as he held the back of his hand on the boy's forehead, but the young boy didn't feel overly warm to him at all. Richie smiled at his dad and leaned in to kiss him good night. "Dad, I'm fine, honestly! I think it's maybe all the sun from this afternoon that has gotten me so down...I just need to sleep, I think," he said, struggling to keep his eyes open as he did so. "Well, okay...but the moment that you feel that something is wrong, you come and tell us, yeah? Sleep tight, Honey," his mother said warmly as he hugged her son against her body, with the rest of the family snickering at their youngest member falling to the tiredness before it was even ten a clock at night. Closing his bedroom door behind him, he quickly picked up his mobile phone and saw that he had a WhatsApp message from Connor. His tiredness all but forgotten for now, he quickly read over the words from his best friend, his heart pounding with every letter he flashed his eyes over. "You must be there by now; why didn't you message me? How's the girls looking over there? Hope you get some nookie hahaha!" Giggling afterwards, Richie's fingers flew over the keyboard of his phone as he typed back his own message to Connor. "Hey you fucker, I've been busy, sorry about that! Met three dudes down at the beach and we played volleyball and chatted all afternoon. Me and JJ then watched the Man United and game and I'm tired AF right now. Chat tomorrow!" He sighed as he sent the message. He missed Connor so much it actually hurt, and the two of them haven't even been apart for a day. It's because they spent every waking minute together back home...how many times has his folks told him to make other friends apart from Connor...maybe they were scared that THIS would eventually be happening. He placed his phone on silent and plugged it into his charger, before he switched the bed light off and got into bed. For the life of him, he didn't know why the hell he was so God damn tired. When it was the holidays, he tried his best to stay up as late as he possibly could, because when it was a school night, he always had strict instructions to be in bed by nine at the latest. Even on weekends, when himself Connor would have sleepovers at each other's houses and would watch binge watch Netflix all night, he never got as tired as this. Must be the change of scenery...what else could it be? All the fresh air and sunlight, new environment...the sheer excitement of being at the beach and on holiday...no school for the next three weeks...Jesus, what a fucking joy. He tucked himself into the bed, and pulled the duvet cover over him, placing his head on the soft pillow and closing his eyes. He wondered what the hell Connor was up to now? Was he still awake? Was he playing games on his Switch, or was he listening to music? Was he chatting with one of his thousands of girlfriends online? Connor...with his perfect hair, his handsome face, his beautiful smile and his incessant lust for life. The smile on Richie's face was evident as he felt himself gently drifting away into what he could feel, would be a deep sleep. ** Richie found himself down at the beach, looking at and seeing the stars above him, hanging in the night sky, powering their substance all over the universe. He wondered for a moment how the hell he had managed to get all the way down here, from falling asleep in his bed, before he noticed a movement coming from his right-hand side. Edging closer towards where it was coming from, his eyes lit up as he saw it was another boy, sitting on one of the rocks before the shore and tide, dangling his legs in the shallow water, before he turned his upper body around and saw Richie approaching. "Hey! I've been waiting for someone to come and join me!" the boy said enthusiastically, smiling as he did so, and even Richie had to do a double take, as his dick lunged with the sight of the boy getting off the rocks and walking straight towards him. Jesus, he thought that Connor was a right looker, but this boy was easily ten times more beautiful! He was wearing a yellow t-shirt, combined with black shorts and an actual stud ring that was pierced through his left ear. He grinned at Richie as he stopped next to him. "You won't believe how many times I had tried to get someone down here with me, to see and enjoy all of this, and they were too afraid, too fucking scared. I'm glad that you weren't! Oh, by the way, I'm Xander," the boy said in his angelic voice, sticking out his hand to shake that of Richie. Slowly Richie stuck out his own right hand and softly gripped the flesh of the boy inside his very own, still a little stunned, star struck if you would, at just how handsome Xander really was, even more so up close. He shivered a he heard the boyish laughter coming from him, echoing all over the shore and sand, it seemed. "And relax, you don't need to tell me who YOU are! I already know your name is Richie, short for Richard and that you and your family arrived at the beach only today. Don't look so fucking shocked...lemme me tell you a secret..." Xander leaned in and Richie could feel his entire boyish body tense up...the body smelled so fucking GOOD...man, oh man, he could swear the aroma of soap and fresh water spin off Xander's body like perfume to flesh before sticking, clinging there for hours on end. He felt the boy's warm breath on the side of his face as he trembled with sudden sexual desire. "Down here, with me...is a very special place. Because down here, I can read and see everything that you are. I can totally read your thoughts too..." Xander whispered, and before Richie knew what was completely up or down, he gasped as he felt Xander's hand grasp his rock-hard thirteen-year-old cock. "Jesus..." Richie hissed as he realized what Xander was doing...who ever this boy was, this...unique, sexy, very handsome stranger was now proudly the first ever person apart from his parents or his doctor to have touched his dick. To have touched him...down there. And he sure as hell never had gotten so hard, so incredibly erect when they did, as he was now. Xander giggled as he finally, much to Richie's dismay, allowed his hard cock to sneak out of the boy's hands. "Hey...look, I didn't mean to freak you out or even to scare you. I'm just so alone here, night after night, as you can see there's literally no one around here either. And as I said, I can read and see what's happening in your mind...so that's why I did it, and if you don't like it, then I'll just go..." "NO! I mean...yeah, it was kinda weird...I mean I don't even know you...but it's not like I...you know...like I MIND that you did it..." Richie managed to stumble out of his dry throat, his voice as hoarse as he had ever heard it. Xander smiled and took another look over the incoming tide as he pushed and shoved its weight all along the by now familiar coast line. "Come on, take a walk with me..." he said, turning around before Richie could even answer, before he took off in the direction of where he and the other three boys had played volleyball earlier that afternoon. "Wanna go for a swim?" Xander screamed out loud, taking off the yellow shirt that he was wearing in the process and stopping suddenly, raising his arms as if to welcome the night sky into his vicinity. "Now? Dude, it's like in the middle of the night! The water must be fucking freezing!" Richie said in sheer morbid disbelief, but Xander just rolled his eyes. "It's just water! Besides, down here...anything can happen! Come on, don't be such a wuss!" he yelled before he ran towards the water, and swiftly dived in the moment that was in deep enough to actually take a decent swim. Make no mistake, Richie loved swimming, but still, it was in the middle of the night, and that water didn't look appetizing at fucking all. He slowly started to take off his pajama shirt that he was still wearing, but the moment that he started, he felt the icy cold ocean air fluttering against his skin, and after thinking how cold that water had to be, he pulled it straight back down in protest. "Are you coming in or what? The water is fantastic!" he heard Xander yell towards him over the abundance of the ocean, and he shook his head as the boy pulled a face. "Sorry, dude! I ain't gonna take that chance, it looks freezing! I think I'm gonna go back now! My folks will be wondering where the hell I am!" he managed to yell towards the boy, and he was just about to turn around and head back to the chalet, when he realized that Xander wasn't there anymore. He edged closer towards the water, his eyes full of worry and his senses on fucking red alert as he kept searching for any sign of the boy, but there was nothing at all. Even the waters seemed calm and gentle, like there hadn't been anyone swimming in it for ages. "XANDER? HEY, XANDER! YOU OKAY? XANDER!" he shouted with all his might, but there was just no reply. Fuck this. If anything would have happened to Xander just because he had been too much of a chicken to go into the water, he would never forgive himself! Taking off his shirt, he didn't even as much as FEEL the cold this time as he ran towards the shore, and he dived in as soon as he reached the deeper waters. He swam and swam, his legs and arms flapping around like a dolphin's fins, more and more out until he didn't even know how far he went. Frantically coming up for air and looking around him, for any sign of the beautiful boy that had so suddenly and unexpectedly arrived in his life. There was a creepy sort of silence...everywhere he looked it was just water, so sign of actual life, anywhere around him. Suddenly he felt a pair of arms encircle the back of his body and nearly sank underneath the water as he realized just who it was... "XANDER! Jesus, man, I thought you had drowned or something!" he sputtered out, realizing that he had swallowed some water, and coughed it out like no man's business, with a giggling Xander floating in the water before him, his hair plastered to his forehead as he did so. "You could have fucking KILLED me!" Richie still proceeded to go on and on, and eventually the incessant laughter stopped from the boy before him, and his eyes softened as it seemed the Xander was floating ever so closer towards him. "I'm sorry, okay? I honestly didn't mean to freak you out or worry you. I just wanted your scaredy-cat ass to finally GET in here and join me. The water is so warm, so not cold at all, can you feel it?" he said, his eyes glimmering in the moonlight that was shining over them like ball of solid glitter. Richie held his breath as he saw the boy was coming closer, ever closer. Until he was right before him. He could yet again feel the boy's breath cascading over his face, and he shivered as he felt the boy's hand touch his very own. "I'm sorry, okay?" was all that Xander whispered, before he leaned in and kissed Richie. Richie's heart was going ballistic...this was his first kiss...ever! He sighed into the kiss as he felt Xander's hand squeeze his own, his cock at that point was so hard and so intensely stiff that he didn't know whether he was coming or going. It felt like he might pass out simply because all the blood in his entire body was now cramped into his thirteen-year-old penis. Xander broke off the kiss, licking his lips as he smiled towards Richie...leaning in before kissing the boy once more for good measure. "Someone's coming...see you tomorrow night..." was all that whispered, before he winked at Richie one final time. ** "RICHIE! R-I-C-H-I-E! Wake up! Kiddo, it's like way past eight already!" Richie opened his eyes and immediately felt it...a wetness covering his dick and that HAD to be quickly spreading towards other areas of his body, not even to mention the mess it would make on the bed, if that is what he thought it was... JESUS! FUCK! "I'm up, just give me a minute, Dad will ya?" he shouted back, before his eyes darted all over the place at how to hide this, if his dad would come in here now. "Okay, well get dressed! We're all driving out to town soon!" he heard his dad say, following by a playful knock on the door, allowing Richie's heart to momentarily stop, before he realized his dad was finally gone. "Shit, shit, shit..." he whispered to himself as he realized just what a fucking mess he had made. He hadn't had one of THOSE dreams in ages, and he thought that it wouldn't be an issue here without Connor in his face all the time, but clearly, he was mistaken. He closed his eyes and hesitation, before he reached for the shirt that he had been wearing the day before, and cleaned off the most of the creamy spermy goodness that had sprouted out from his dick whilst he was asleep, before throwing the duvet off the bed, and cleaning up what needed to, on there as well. It was going to leave a mountain of a stain, especially with the duvet being white, but there wasn't much that he could do about it now. As much as it pained him, he was going to have to ask JJ or help him wash this...between telling his parents to his older cousin, JJ seemed the lesser of two evils. Finally dressed in a white wifebeater and some blue summer shorts, his eyes landed on the beach scenes that was streaming in from outside of his window, and he sat down on his bed. His heart starting to beat faster once more, as he remembered just why he seemingly had a wet dream to begin with. Xander...that was the mysterious boy's name. And Jesus Christ, he was so cute...so beautiful...so incredibly charismatic. Man...stuff like that literally only happened within a person's dreams. He slowly, with shaking hands, reached up and touched his lips. Remembering...relieving...the very moment that Xander had placed his lips on his own. His first ever fucking kiss coming from a hella cute boy...and it was all a fucking dream. "RICHIE! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! NOW!" "DAD! CHILL! I'M COMING!" he shouted back, before getting up and grabbing his backpack, placing his wallet as well as his mobile phone inside, incase he needed to chat to Connor during the course of the day. "Xander..." he whispered once more, before his had honked the horn for what felt like the millionth time. ** The morning was busy as hell. For God's sake, his mother had to try on nearly EVERY dress that ALL of the stores had on offer, it felt, to the point where he could have sworn, he had seen his dad sigh in morbid miserable. Afterwards, they were finally on their way to do what Richie wanted, and that was to go and see the latest Spiderman movie, and he giggled as he saw his father sigh with relief this time, at finally gotten away from his mother. "Rich, I'm telling you, never get married. Or share a credit card," he murmured before seemingly finally relaxing as he popped a piece of popcorn, completely drenched with salt and vinegar flavored powder, into his mouth before winking at his son, before the movie finally began. Afterwards they met up with his mother, JJ and the rest of the family before they all headed to the nearest Spur Steak Ranch for a late afternoon meal. Entering the kid's play area, noticing that there was several Nintendo Switches hooked up and attracting his attention away from the worry over what the hell to do with the cummy clothes and duvet back home, he grabbed one and started to play Mario Kart, before he was swiftly joined by a couple of more boys, and for the next fifteen minutes or so, it was all fun and games as only twelve and thirteen-year-olds could be having with a game console. "Looks like my food is ready...better go before my dad comes in here and grabs me," Richie giggled before he handed the Switch joy-cons to one of the other boys who had been waiting for his turn. "You said you guys were only here for the holidays? Man, such a fucking shame, there are literally no kids our age at the guesthouse where we are!" said Damian, one of the kids Richie had been playing the Mario Kart with, sighing as he did so when he too lost, and had to give someone else a turn. "Yeah, afraid so. But listen, why don't you find out from your folks if you can't come to Pearly Beach and hang out with me and the guys I met there? They're all totally cool, you'll really like them. That's where we are staying and...why are you pulling that face now? Did I say something wrong?" Damian's eyes widened as he heard the name Pearly Beach, so fast that Richie frowned with sheer confusion, but he kept his eyes on the boy, who was more than just a little uncomfortable. "It's nothing, dude, forget I did anything. You won't believe me anyway..." "Man, you sound just like one of the other boys that I met yesterday! He was also just as weirded out towards me as you are! Come on man, what is this big fucking secret that everyone seems to know, except me?" Richie demanded, nervously taking a look at their table and noticing that his father was looking straight at him, signaling at him to come and eat his food. Damian swallowed slowly, before he leaned in close, so that only Richie would be able to hear him. "Okay, but you so didn't hear it from me, if anyone asks!" "Dude, get on with it, my dad is already breathing fucking fire over there!" Damian giggled in reply, as he nervously spoke. "When my mom tried to make a booking at Pearly Beach, she was told by her colleague at work, to rather try out the guesthouse in town...because there is a rumour...that there is a GHOST haunting Pearly Beach...before you fucking say anything, I know it sounds insane, but that's what she was told." Holy shit...ghosts? Seriously? There were no such things are ghosts! Come on, be real! "Nice story, my dude. Sorry buy I ain't falling for that. We have gone to Pearly Beach for years and we never heard of anything like that!" he answered, playfully punching Damian's shoulder as he did so. The opposing boy simply shrugged his shoulders, before he took back the joy-con from one of the boys. "Anyway, I have your number, maybe you can come visit me at the guesthouse and we can play some more! I totally ain't setting foot on that beach! I bought my Pokemon Scarlet game with me as well!" he shouted, as Richie finally got back to his table. ** Richie just got back into his room from their outing and once again, he was feeling way more tired than what he usually would have been. Normally, even after such a busy morning in all the years they were had been coming here, he would have totally gone down to the beach for a swim, or just be outside soaking up the sun... ...his body literally felt as if he was sleepwalking at that point. He was totally void of any energy, any sort of will to actually DO something. "Richie Rich! I'm going down to the beach, you wanna come and hang?" he heard JJ shout from outside and he quickly closed the door as he heard his footsteps get closer towards his room. "No, you go! I don't feel well!" he shouted, before he leaped into his bed and drawing the still stained duvet cover over him. "Dude, for real, what the hell is up with you? Your loss!" he heard his cousin say, before he turned around and closed his eyes. Sleep managed to overtake him within seconds. ** He was walking on the beach, where he could see JJ shooting the shit with some of the vacationing girls around the area, before he laid his eyes on Xander, who was waving at him from the far side, leading towards the main gate of the resort. "What took you so long? Come on, I wanna go and show you something!" Xander said excitedly, as he grabbed Richie's hand, and pulled him along, completely out of the borders of Pearly Beach. ** THANKS FOR READING! I really hope you guys enjoyed it, and DON'T worry...there will be sexual scenes! What else do we come to Nifty for hahaha! If you wanna read more about Richie, Connor and the mysterious Xander, feel free to send me a note, and I'll happily write more chapters xx liciousryan@gmail.com