Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2021 20:23:28 +0000 From: krischrandes Subject: Finding Dylan (gay/young-friends) Finding Dylan My other stories are at listed at the end of this file. If you want to contact email . Support Nifty! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Bad news," Nick said. "My cousin is coming over." "Oh, why is that bad news?" I asked. "He's annoying." "Little kid?" "Physically, yes. He's small, but he's twelve, I think. I don't remember when his birthday is. It's just that he's just super excited all the time. And he's a bit of a ... nevermind. You'll see." It was summer vacation and I was spending the week at my friend Nick's house because my mom was out of town for work. It was just her and me so since she was gone, I was staying with Nick and his family. Nick and I were just barely thirteen and good friends. But Nick didn't know I was gay and neither did anyone else. I made sure to stare at girls as much as a could. They didn't disgust me but they didn't excite me either. Boys, on the other hand... Nick had never shown the slightest interest in me and I wasn't really attracted to him that way but we were really good friends. Nick's family lived in an ordinary two-story suburban house and I slept in the spare room. We spent the morning laying around playing Xbox and went to the small neighborhood park in the afternoon. It had a ridiculously tiny skate park but it was something to do. The suburban moms and nannies pretend to ignore us. When we got home around dinner time there was another car in the driveway. Nick sighed and led us inside. Sitting at the kitchen table was Nick's mom, another mom, and the most beautiful boy I'd seen. He was small and slender, wearing a Beatles shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. The sneakers barely touched the floor. I didn't hear half of the conversation I was so taken looking him over and I only tuned in to hear Nick's mom introduce him as Dylan and said, "...he'll share the room with you, I hope that's ok. The bed pulls out." "Sure," I said, pulling my eyes away. "Now you two," Nick's mom said looking at us disdainfully, "showers. I don't want teenage skater funk at the table." We trudged off upstairs. Nick smirked at me but didn't say anything until we got up to the hallway. "You go first," he said. "I'm gonna go check my phone." I got my clothes and went to take a shower. I was pretty quick about it and got dressed in sweatpants, a t-shirt, and socks. Nick's door was open but I knocked on it to let him know I was done. I didn't really want to go downstairs without him so I went to my borrowed room and started surfing on my own phone until he was done. Nick got dressed the same as me and we went downstairs to dinner. I tried not to ogle Dylan but I could also see what Nick meant. He was very talkative and excitable, hardly able to sit still at the table. When dinner was over Nick's mom said, "why don't you boys go play and let us talk for a bit." 'Go play' like we were little kids. Well, we went and played Xbox. Eventually Dylan's mom came in and told Dylan she was leaving. She said, "Be good. I'll see you the day after tomorrow," messed with his hair and kissed him on the cheek. He just said, "Moooom..." while trying to crane around her to see the screen. When she left, he sighed. "Parents," he said. "Yeah," Nick said. "I know what you mean." It was the first sympathetic thing he said to Dylan. I noticed that Dylan was calmer after that. Still boisterous but less on edge than he was before. We raided the kitchen for snacks and settled down to watch a movie. Eventually Nick's mom came around and chased us to bed. She told Dylan he needed to take a shower too. We all protested but shut off the TV and made our way upstairs. Nick's mom followed me and Dylan to the spare room where she pulled out bottom of the trundle bed, which was already made, and brought in a blanket and pillows. It meant we had two attached beds but at different levels. Nick and I went and brushed our teeth together and said goodnight. When I came back to the room, Dylan was still lingering over his bag and watching me but eventually grabbed his stuff and went to the bathroom. While he was gone I got undressed to my boxers and climbed in to bed with my phone. Dylan came back into the room wearing nothing but a pair of skintight boxer briefs. He was perfect from head to toe. Out of the baggy clothes he was still small but perfectly proportioned. I instantly looked at his bulge which seemed pretty big for a twelve-year-old and then tore my eyes away. Dylan grinned at me. He closed the door behind him and shut off the light, coming over to get in the bed below mine. I had been tired but I was awake now. I felt my boxers tenting as I remembered the sight of Dylan. I kept staring at my phone. "What are you looking at?" Dylan asked. "Just reading my friend's stuff," I said. "Anything good?" "Usual crap. Stupid drama." "Yeah, I try to stay out of that," Dylan said. "Are you seeing anyone?" "No," I said. "You? Do you have a girlfriend?" "I'm twelve." "So?" "No, I'm not seeing anyone, and I don't think I want a girlfriend." "You mean now?" I asked "or.... ever." Dylan didn't answer. Eventually he said, "Well I'm going to sleep." "Will the phone bother you?" I asked. "Nope, good night." I browsed for a while more and then put the phone down. I'm not sure which of us fell asleep first. --- In the morning I woke up to a raging piss hard-on. I looked down and Dylan was still sound asleep looking cute snuggled into the blankets. I climbed off the end of the bed and padded to the bathroom in just my boxers. I finally managed to empty my bladder, fixed my hair up a bit, and went back to the room. As I came in, I saw Dylan was awake and he gave me a head-to-toe look just as I had to him the night before. I was a little proud because the remainder of my morning wood was making my loose boxers pretty full. But I was also a little uncomfortable and very aware of how attractive I found him. I had planned to get back into bed but instead I started getting dressed the same as the day before. Dylan threw off his blankets and stretched. He had an obvious erection in his boxer briefs and I couldn't help but stare. He opened his eyes and saw me looking. He didn't make any move to cover up but grinned at me. I looked away and finished getting dressed. I went downstairs to the family room without saying anything, feeling a little drop of wetness at the tip of my dick. Nick's mom poked her head in. "You the first one up?" I said that Dylan was awake but that I didn't know about Nick so she promised to wake him up. Dylan came downstairs a few minutes later in shorts and a t-shirt and barefoot. He sat cross-legged on the other end of the couch from me still looking sleepy-eyed. A few minutes later Nick staggered down dressed the same as me and threw himself on the other couch and closed his eyes. The sounds and smells of breakfast coming from the kitchen eventually woke us up. We spent the day on our phones, playing games, and back at the park. Dylan didn't skate but he used Nick's board for a bit and we gave him some pointers. He was much calmer today and I didn't really see what Nick had against him. But then I was also starting to develop a serious crush. I found myself staring at him from time to time and once I caught Nick giving me a sideways look. I knew I had to be more careful and resolved not to think about him. When we got to Nick's house we were again sent off for showers. I went first again and when I came in the room Dylan was sitting on the floor. He looked at me curiously and asked, "Why do you always put on socks?" "I don't know," I said. "I usually wear them at home." "Not me," Dylan said. "I hate socks and shoes. And everything else." "What?" I asked. Dylan grinned slyly at me, "When I'm home alone I'm usually naked." I felt my dick twitch. "And I always sleep naked. What about you?" "No way," I said. "I wouldn't want my mom bursting in and seeing me." "Oh," he said. "my mom doesn't do that, and anyway it's nothing to be embarrassed about." I couldn't think of anything else to say so I just mumbled that I'd be downstairs and left. --- I was sticking with my resolve not to look at Dylan, but he was making it difficult by doing things like bending down to put a disc in the Xbox and thrusting his butt toward me, and sitting a little too close to me on the couch. Later when Nick was playing Dylan came over and sat on the floor in front of the couch and sat against my leg. I felt a little tingle in my groin. When Nick finished and turned around he looked pointedly at where Dylan was sitting and snorted. He seemed more amused than anything. As we were getting ready for bed Nick grabbed me and pulled me into his room. I looked at him questioningly. "I just wanted to let you know," he said. "Dylan is hot for you, in case you didn't notice." "What?" "He's been trying to get to you. I'm sure you saw it". I was still staring at him confused. Nick sighed, "He's gay, dummy." "How can you be gay at twelve?" I asked. "I don't know, man. But he's pretty sure." "You've talked about this?" "Sure, we're cousins. We've known each other forever." "Does ... does it bother you?" "Why would it?" Nick asked. "I don't care if someone likes boys. We'd still be friends." "Ok," I said. "Thanks for the heads-up." "Dylan's had some bad shit happen to him in his life, but he's a good kid even though he's annoying. Be nice to him." "Ok," I said. "Good night," Nick said. "See you in the morning." It wasn't until I got back to the room that I realized he'd said 'we'd still be friends' and that he might have meant me instead of his cousin. --- I stripped to my boxers, got into bed, and I was on my phone when Dylan came in. I pointedly didn't look at him in his briefs much as I wanted to. He turned the light off and climbed into his bed just below and beside mine. I kept scrolling on my phone for a while as we lay in silence. "Thank you for hanging out with me today," Dylan said. "What?" "Thank you. I know I can be annoying." "You're cool," I said. "I like you. Hanging out with you." Some more time went by and then Dylan said softly, "Good night." I lay in bed scrolling on my phone but all I could think about was how he said he liked to sleep naked and wondering what that would look like. I got completely hard but didn't touch it. I scrolled until I finally got tired, put my phone aside, and fell asleep. --- I don't know what time it was but I woke up to Dylan talking and kind of moaning in his sleep. I got up on my right elbow and looked down. I could only see him dimly but I could tell he was writhing. He hissed, "No!" and flung out an arm. He was having a really bad nightmare. I reached down and gently touched him on the shoulder. He sat bolt upright and almost cracked me in the nose. "Dylan," I said. "You ok?" He blinked at me confused for several seconds, his whole body tensed, then he relaxed and turned toward me. "Sorry," he said. "I was dreaming wasn't I?" "Yes," I said. "You ok?" "Yeah," he said. "It happens. I'm sorry I woke you up." "It's ok." Dylan pulled the covers back up to his chin and lay down. His breathing was still pretty fast. I realized I wasn't going back to sleep right away either. I looked at the alarm clock and saw it was about 3:30. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked quietly. "No," Dylan said firmly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." "No, I'm sorry. I know you meant well. It's just.... I don't want to relive it any more. I hate that it comes to me in my dreams." "It's ok," I said. It was quiet for a while, then, "Did Nick tell you?" "Tell me what?" "What happened to me?" "No, he just said some stuff had happened. He thinks you're cool even though he acts distant." "Ok." Dylan was silent for another long moment. "Did he tell you anything else?" I paused, "Yeah." "Does that bother you?" "No," I said. "Not at all." "You're not freaked out that I'm gay?" "No," I said. "Of course not." I steeled up the courage. "Can you keep a secret?" I asked. "Yes. I swear." "I like boys too." I kind of laughed trying not to be too loud, "You're the first person I have ever told that to. No one knows. Well I'm pretty sure Nick suspects." Dylan didn't say anything for a long time. Then he said, "I like you too. What you said before." After another long moment he tentatively asked, "Can I come up there?" I didn't really have to think about it. "Yes," I said. I held up the covers while Dylan slid smoothly under the covers then pulled him close to me in the bed. I was still on my right side and Dylan was on his back right next to me. Our bodies touched their full length and I felt his warmth. He was smaller than me so his head nestled in the crook of my arm and our feet were together. I felt myself starting to get hard. My instinct was to pull away but I decided to let it happen. My dick quickly pumped up full. It normally pointed toward my belly button and now it was between us, pressing against Dylan's side. He pushed himself into it and whispered, "That feels good." I blushed in the darkness. I had no idea what to do next. I'd never had a sexual experience. Thanks to the Internet I'd seen lots of hard-ons and sex but never in person. I'd never been touched. I just lay there in the dark my heart pounding and my dick twitching in the same rhythm. "Have you ever done anything?" Dylan whispered in my ear. His breath there sent shivers down my body. "No," I whispered back. "Me either," Dylan said. "I don't know what to do," I admitted. "Touch me," Dylan said. I hesitated then used my left hand and reached out. I placed it down on his smooth chest. He shivered. Without thinking about it I started to move my hand in little circles around his chest. I got braver and started letting it drift down. I didn't realize where my hand was until I bumped into his extremely hard erection. "You're naked," I whispered in surprise. "I told you I slept this way," he said. I could almost hear his grin in the dark. I grabbed his dick firmly. It was thinner than mine and extremely hard. I explored his body more. His balls were pulled tight against his body. At the base of his dick I could feel a few hairs. It felt really awkward holding another dick. It was at the wrong angle and I was using my left hand but it was smooth, and warm, and felt amazing. I stroked it lightly back and forth and Dylan started to move his hips in time. I suddenly realized we couldn't leave a mess in the guest bed. I stopped and Dylan groaned. I whispered in his ear, "Do you come?" He whispered back, "Yes but only a few drops. Don't worry." I resumed stroking, varying the pressure and enjoying the sensation. Dylan started to tense and moan a little. I shushed him and kept stroking. His whole body got tense and I started stroking faster. When I felt him start to spasm I put my hand up to the tip in time to feel a hot spurt of cum hit my hand. I held on to it and grasped the head of his dick as he slowly relaxed. "That was amazing," he whispered into my ear. "It's never felt that good when I do it." Then after a moment he pulled the covers down and got up. He came back with a t-shirt and gave it to me to wipe my hand. I did and then he used it to wipe himself. I really wished I could see better. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next but I could feel the inside of my boxers was pretty wet so I pulled the blankets the rest of the way down and lay on my back. My right arm was asleep anyway. Dylan came back and to my surprise got under the blankets and on top of me. He pulled them back up over us and his naked body was laying on top of mine and pressing down on my erection. His hair tickled my face and he whispered in my ear, "It's your turn." He squirmed against me and I felt chills again. Then he asked, "Do you cum?" "Yes," I said. "Kind of a lot. It's messy." "Then I have an idea," he said. "I want to swallow it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I thought you said you'd never done anything?" "I've watched a lot of videos." Without waiting for my response he started to kiss his way down my chest moving the blankets down as he went. When he got to my waistband he tugged them down and I raised up to help him. He only got them part way down and I felt my erection pop up exposed to the cold air. Immediately it was engulfed in his warm mouth. This felt better than I could have possibly have imagined. I had no idea what was going on. I was only aware of the singular point of pleasure on my dick. The rest of my body was disconnected and floating. I realized my hands were gripping the bed on both sides and I felt my toes clench. I tried to hold back as long as I could because I didn't want it to end but I soon blasted into Dylan's mouth. It felt like forever but then I finally came back down. I felt the beads of sweat on my chest evaporating and I could dimly see Dylan's grinning face just above mine. He grabbed the t-shirt again and gently cleaned me up before tossing it aside. Dylan whispered into my ear, "I should sleep back in the other bed so we don't get caught." "Yes," I said. "But can we... be together for a few minutes first?" "I want that," I said. "And can we be naked?" "Absolutely," I said. I kicked my boxers off the rest of the way and we both got on our sides and pushed together. It felt really right. We didn't say anything but just held each other. But as I started to drift off to sleep Dylan said, "I should go to my bed. I'll see you in the morning." He slid off the bed and I heard rustling for a few minutes and then his breathing started to slow. I thought about sleeping naked but I found my boxers with my foot and pulled them on under the covers. --- In the morning we all gathered again in the living room. Nick was slightly more awake this morning but still looked like a zombie. Nick's mom stuck her head in and said breakfast was ready. She looked at Dylan, "How did you sleep?" "Really well," Dylan said. Nick looked over and raised an eyebrow at me. I looked away. Nick's mom left and Nick got up and came over to sit on the couch between the two of us. He said very quietly, "You two did it, didn't you?" I looked away. Dylan stifled a giggle. "I knew it," Nick said. "Are you mad?" I asked. "No," Nick said with a smirk. "I thought the two of you would like each other. That's why I invited Dylan over." He got up and walked to the breakfast table without looking back. ### ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- My other stories are at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#krischrandes but some of the links are broken. Full list and links below. If you want to contact me drop a note to , I lost the hotmail address. I like themes of first times, "breaking the ice", a little bit of emotional connection, and feet. The stories tend to be more about the lead-up. 2020: A Friends First Touch: Two highschoolers and the joy of massage http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/a-friends-first-touch 2014: Lessons in the Country: Emotional tale of a couple gay kids http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/lessons-in-the-country 2014: Club Dark: The ultimate anonymous sex club, and my only bisexual story http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/club-dark 2013: Naked Customs: SciFi: Teens on a generation ship and at landing http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/naked-customs/ 2013: Campground Spy: Teen finds out what a cruising spot is http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/campground-spy/ 2013: My Foot Friend: Finding someone who likes feet just as much https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-foot-friend 2012: Naked Neighbor: Neighbor boy caught skinny dipping leads to fun http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/naked-neighbor 2011: Gift Repayed: Three independent stories, but in a sort of an arc. http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/gift-repayed 2011: Brother Likes Feet: Friend's brothers likes feet, gets relief http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet 2011: Our Own Island: Teen and a young guy find each other in the Caribbean. http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/our-own-island 2011: Sock Wrestling: Playing sock wrestling leads to sleepover sex http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling 2010: The Cast: Boy in a cast gets help from his friend http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-cast 2009: 2am at the pool: Encounter at college apartment pool http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/2am-at-the-pool 2009: Balcony: Hot neighbor comes over to play http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/balcony 2008: Naked on Film: Boy gets caught naked on Polaroid in the woods http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/naked-on-film 2007: Barefoot in the Stacks: Library footsie leads to relationship http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks 2002: Naked Boy: Two friends find nudity and fun. 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