Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2023 18:27:02 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: Hot Summer Boys DISCLAIMER: The names and details of my characters are fictious. Resemblances to real people, living or dead, are coincidental. REMINDER: Please donate to Nifty! =====BB===== School was out for the summer, and it was definitely going to be a hot one. The best thing about this year's vacation was that my parents were out of town for the whole summer, so I had the lake house all to myself. At first, they'd been hesitant because I was only thirteen. However, a trusted neighbor of ours had offered to come check on me every day, which my parents were grateful for. Unfortunately, Mrs. Grass was an old and strict church lady, because of course. Welp. At this rate, there was no way I could have many people over, unless Mrs. Grass didn't know about it. The problem was that I was suddenly more popular at school. It was all thanks to winning the chance to meet all five members of Five Directions, the hottest boy band right now. They looked like supermodels in their upper teens. (No one around here looked like them.) So, the pressure to invite people over was impossible to ignore, especially since Rosie Thornton had already spread the word about the many pool parties I hadn't even planned. Thankfully, my big backyard had a wooden privacy fence, perfect for any kind of party. Then again, it probably wouldn't have mattered because the houses on the outskirts of town were spaced out and surrounded by vast fields. I found it comforting because the houses in the heart of town were much closer to each other, which meant nosy neighbors. This summer was also going to be an interesting one. Dallas Hughes and I had just come out to each other, much to our shock. Well, he was actually bisexual, but still. Were we the only boys around here who weren't straight? Our sleepy little town was conservative about that stuff, after all. Dallas was my biggest crush, one of the most popular boys at our middle school, and never had I imagined a jock like him would ever be into boys. He'd started talking to me and coming over after my newfound popularity, a social upgrade from barely acknowledging my existence before. Having met Five Directions in person had been a blessing; it had brought us together! That said, there was an odd thing that had crossed my mind whenever I looked at him. We could pass for brothers in a nonidentical way. In fact, some people had asked if we were. It wasn't necessarily because we were both blue-eyed blonds with sun-kissed skin. It was his face, mostly at first glance, and especially at certain angles. This afternoon, Dallas and I floated on our backs in the large in-ground swimming pool after splashing around for a while. I'd lost the water war because he was bigger, taller, and stronger for being my age, whereas I was just skinny and of average height. It didn't help that he was on the wrestling team, having earned his own popularity for always winning. Right now, he wore navy swim trunks. Coincidently, mine were the same color, except patterned with little white anchors versus his solid and plain style. "So, Mr. Austin Arlington, Jr., who is now more popular than me when no one ever thought possible." Dallas had a deep voice for hitting puberty after his growth spurt, and I'd thought mine was deep. But it was getting there! I chuckled. "Just Austin is fine." "Just being silly. I do have a question, though." "Sure." "Now that we just came out...I'd like to know how you really feel about me. Whatever the answer is, I won't get offended." Oh, that question... I smirked at Dallas' curiosity, feeling a little bolder after coming out. "You don't want to know." He floated closer to me. "Well, now you have me super curious, and I'm not sure I can leave you alone about it until you tell me." I chuckled, zipping my lips. "Austin, if this is a `show me yours, show you mine' type of situation, then count me in." Hmm, was Dallas getting as horny as I was? I wasn't just hard; I was tempted. I could easily take this to a whole new level. My heart beat faster, and I was nervous, but I was also super interested in seeing where this led. I stopped floating to look at him while he was still floating. My eyes widened. He had a tent, too! It was bigger than mine, and it looked a bit intimidating. We were quickly opening all sorts of hot invitations that could change our connection forever. What if I ended up being the bottom and he the top? Then again, would we even take it that far? My heart kept pumping with excitement. Nervous, but ready! Dallas stopped floating and faced me, the two of us meeting each other's gaze. Was it obvious to him that we were probably on the verge of doing something about it? "You're pretty big," I finally said. "Uh..." Dallas chuckled and blushed. "Yeah... No one's ever seen it, not even Lana. You're also the first to see me get an erection. Caught, huh?" I was surprised. A lot of kids at school didn't just talk about sex; they had sex. Porn was also common to watch. "So, why did you and Lana break up, anyway?" Dallas sighed and rolled his eyes, presumably at whatever thought had come to his mind. "She wants to wait until marriage, and I obviously don't. I mean, I'm a dude, you know? So, I dumped her and moved on." "I don't blame you." "Exactly. She was my chance to explore sex so I wouldn't have to be a virgin anymore." My balls were full of so much pressure that I had to tame the boldness. It was weird how much bolder I felt now that something could happen between me and Dallas. "Well, you don't have to be a virgin anymore." There was a grin on his face, and his gaze told me he was full of interest. "I mean, it's true. You really don't. Hint hint." I winked. "You don't have to be, either. Hint hint." He winked back. "You're right. I don't. Hint hint." Dallas bit his lower lip and grinned again. "So...what do we do about it?" He was clearly horny. His face looked more relaxed, too. "That depends on what we're willing to do about it." I was bolder than ever! There was a moment of awkward silence. "So...do you watch porn?" Dallas finally asked. I smirked. "Maybe. Why, do you?" "Maybe." He swam closer to me but stopped at a distance. He seemingly wanted to be closer, even though he was probably as nervous as I was. Maybe more so, since I was getting better about it now. "Almost every night before bed. Helps me relax after a good bate." I swam even closer but still stopped a few feet away. "Same." Dallas inched a bit closer, his body trembling. "It's, you know, a little cold. The air's hitting my shoulders." Oh, whatever! It was hot out, and his shoulders were barely exposed. I inched closer and started relaxing more. Now, we were too close, by just inches. I was so hard that I could blow a load right away. I also liked his scent, a combination of boy and man, if that made sense. Dallas did manage to gaze into my eyes, though. That was one thing he had yet to shy away from doing. I wanted him to feel as comfortable as I was getting. To be fair, for not being the most outgoing person, I'd always been bold in some way. "Would you ever do any of the stuff you see on porn?" I asked, bolder yet again. I tried my hardest not to pressure Dallas, so I decided to test the waters some more, not that he seemed to mind. "Maybe..." He sounded relaxed. "But first...well..." He blushed. I smiled, getting fully hard. "What?" "I'd like to try something me and Lana definitely did a lot of." In just seconds, Dallas leaned closer to kiss my lips for the first time. It was more of a peck, and he stopped, looking redder now. "Sorry," he said under his breath. I laughed softly, but deep down, I was the most shocked and excited I'd ever been. "Why are you sorry?" Dallas shrugged. "I don't know. For kissing you so randomly?" I was completely comfortable and bold by now, albeit still in shock by the sweet kiss. "Well, that just means it's my turn now." I grinned, then gave him a deeper kiss than the peck he'd given me. Our tongues slipped inside our mouths, and it was immediately clear he was experienced in kissing, what with having had a girlfriend. I'd kissed a girl once, and I'd felt weird. With Dallas, I felt exciting things that struck me with the kind of feel-good stuff I couldn't explain, except that I was still fully hard. I was like a boy in the clouds, despite trying to keep up with Dallas' slower pace. We stopped and formed shy grins, somewhat looking elsewhere until our gazes locked again. What an intense feeling, whatever it was. "I've wanted to do that for so long, Dallas." "Same..." His face reddened, but he still looked at me instead of shying away. I wasn't sure where we were headed at this point, but I knew I wanted to kiss him some more, so I did it again with more tongue. We had all the privacy we could ever want. We were boys in the clouds, doing whatever we wanted. The more we kissed, the more we rubbed our bulges against each other, filling me with more shock in the sweetest way. I was both excited and nervous about how far we'd take it. I'd never gotten this close to anyone in my life---the one girl didn't count. Being with Dallas was so new and different. He made me feel things I'd never felt in my life. I'd had a few crushes, and I obviously jerked off with nothing but boys on my mind, but nothing beat this. Well, unless we did more stuff. (Maybe?) Wow, he really was big down there; feeling it against mine confirmed it. I didn't know whether my size was normal for my age, but the size difference between me and Dallas was definitely noticeable. "I'm close, Austin," Dallas said in a rough, desperate tone, looking focused. "Okay." The stuff he made me feel changed me, and I wanted him more than ever. It had started with a silly crush, then a convenient connection, and finally, a hot kiss. Now, we were in the pool, rubbing our erections together. I was close, too... Dallas still kissed me. The shyer of the two of us, now as comfortable as I was. His puffs grew heavier, warning me that he was closer than ever, and that alone sent me over the edge. A sweet eruption came out of me, a deep pleasure that was way better than jerking off alone. Maybe it was the physical connection, just being this close. "That was awesome," Dallas said with a shy smile, his face getting red again. To see him like that made me melt, just knowing I'd made him feel good. He'd made me feel good, too. "Yeah, it was." Then, I saw a few floaties. How would we clean that up? We used to have a pool boy, but sadly, he'd gone out of state for college. After a moment of awkward silence, Dallas's eyes bulged. He looked frozen as he glanced past me. "Uh...Austin, someone's here," he muttered with flushed cheeks. My heart pounded at the thought of Mrs. Grass, especially since she was known to gossip, despite being a devout Christian. Would she tell my parents? What would they think? Would they believe her? Would they believe me? What would I even tell them as an explanation if they questioned any of this? Welp. So much for privacy. Reluctantly, I turned around and tried to prepare myself to face the consequences... Oh, it wasn't her! A short and scrawny kid, whose boyish face looked Latino, stood there at a distance from the pool, looking super cute in a Disney/Nickelodeon tween sitcom kind of way. He had brown hair, honey-colored eyes, and a smooth tan. He wore a green polo shirt tucked inside cream-colored khahi shorts, and white gym socks with white sneakers. It was a style like mine, but instead of his hair combed like my and Dallas', it was spiky. I didn't know him, though. He obviously wasn't dangerous or anything, but he was still trespassing. Had he seen me and Dallas the whole time, or had he walked in just after we'd finished? He didn't look uncomfortable, just confused. Also, why did he have a name tag hanging around his neck? I squinted my eyes to read: Antonio Santos. I lowered my eyebrows in equal confusion. "What are you doing here?" My tone was defensive. We'd never had randos wandering by around here. Was he lost? He gestured something. Why was he not speaking? Maybe he didn't understand English? What was he doing, though? He made a Pac-Man, pointed at his ears, then a headshake... Dallas sighed, but it sounded like relief. "I think he's trying to tell us he's deaf." Oh... Dallas gave Antonio his full attention. "Hey, kid! Are. You. Deaf?" he asked slowly. Antonio nodded in a quick motion, managing a polite smile. That explained the unusual gestures. Then, he pointed at the pool and swung his fist sideways. Hmm... "Are you the new pool boy?" Dallas asked. How did he understand all this and not me? Antonio gave us another quick nod. Oh... Well, that was new to me. My parents hadn't told me about that. But he seemed legit. And nice. Was he younger than me and Dallas? Ten? Eleven? No, if he was an actual pool boy, he couldn't be that young, could he? Wouldn't that be child labor? So, maybe thirteen or fourteen but looked younger? Oddly enough, I got hard the more I checked Antonio out. He smiled like an adorkable goofball, making me feel something different from what I'd felt before. For someone who was short and scrawny with a boyish face, he really was super cute. Also, he didn't seem fazed by seeing two boys dangerously close to each other, assuming he hadn't seen the action. Given that most people in town would freak out over it, I wondered just how open he was. He'd have to be if he was to clean up the private little mess Dallas and I had just made. Well, unless he knew he couldn't react to any of it if he didn't want to lose his new job. God, he was super cute, though. I couldn't help it! "Austin, you're not...checking him out, are you?" Dallas asked, looking a bit uncomfortable. My heart raced, but I managed to act cool, having to hide my thoughts. "Who said I was? He's just the pool boy. Besides, he can't be that young. That would be child labor." "True. He does look like a little kid, though." Hmm, I wouldn't exactly say a little kid. "But I'm relieved to know you're not into him because that would make you a total weirdo, and no one likes weirdos." A weirdo... God, it wasn't like Antonio and I weren't close in age. For all I knew, he could be a year older than me and Dallas. But I also couldn't assume he was into boys. What if he wasn't? Oh, well. I still had Dallas for the whole summer to explore stuff with. How far could we go? What could come next? I looked forward to finding that out myself. But after taking another glimpse of Antonio, his back now facing us as he bent over to dig through his green duffel bag, I suddenly questioned whether it was him I really wanted. In fact, as soon as my gaze lowered to his small butt, I forced myself to look away while hoping my growing tent wouldn't be noticeable in the water. Welp. Seeing Antonio every single day for the whole summer wasn't going to be easy. No, it was probably going to be torture. =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2021-2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.