Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2016 10:37:59 -0400
From: mn bbb <samtheham@yandex.com>
Subject: Lost in the Dark chapter 1

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Lost in the Dark

   The last few days were hectic for Xander. What had started out as a move
of a hundred miles turned into a three-day odyssey. The moving truck broke
down on the way which meant they arrived at an empty house with only the
things they could fit in their cars. Between the three of them and a very
grumpy cat, they ended up moving just a couple boxes of essentials each.

Xander hadn't exactly been thrilled about the move to begin with. Having
his first night with just a sheet and a pillow - quickly purchased at
Walmart - didn't exactly endear him to the new house. When the truck
finally showed up the next day, it was all hands on deck for unloading and
setting up. The pre-teen boy participated in the chore. However, his eyes
kept drifting towards the town park literally in sight from his bedroom
window. He'd wanted to go there ever since he saw it. It seemed he would
never get the chance.

It was only the next morning that Xander managed to go there. The sultry
weather made him decide to wear a tank top and loose shorts that were ideal
for shooting hoops. The previous days, he had spotted a couple of kids
around his age playing on the basketball court and hoped to get into a
game. However, he was a bit too early for that. The closest thing to a kid
he saw was in a stroller.

Casually dropping the ball to the free throw line, he put it up for an easy
two points. Unfortunately the metal hoops didn't have nets to slow down the
ball's fall and it went amok. Running towards the ball, Xander grabbed it
before it bounced off the court. As he turned around, he saw someone was
coming down the path from the road, a kid.

Trying not to appear too eager while simultaneously trying to appear cool,
Xander ran the length of the court dribbling the ball the entire way and
went up for a layup, making it look easy. He was tall for his age and had a
gift for just about every sport he had ever tried. The kid was still a good
twenty feet away slowly gliding towards him on a skateboard. Xander turned
his back dribbling the ball. He listened to the sound of the wheels
spinning against the pavement. When they neared, he casually turned around.

The kid was a disappointment. He was a head shorter with long blond hair
that extended down to his shoulders. He wore a shirt that had once had a
design on it but had faded long time ago, obviously a hand-me-down. The
shirt went down to his thighs. He had seen dresses shorter than that shirt
was on him. His pants were cut off a few inches above his ankles.

The kid slowed down and eventually stopped to stare at Xander dribbling the
ball. Xander realized the kid was looking. As the ball bounced onto the
grass he glanced at the onlooker. "Hey,"

The kid tilted his head and nodded. "Hey,"

The opening greeting out of the way, Xander introduced himself. "I'm
Xander. I just moved here."

"Ryder," the boy answered, stepping off of his skateboard.

At a loss for anything else to say, Xander held up the ball. "You want to
play?"

He really wasn't interested in befriending this little kid but it was kind
of hard not to be polite.

To Xander's relief, Ryder shook his head. "I'm meeting up with some
friends," he said.

Xander nodded, grateful that the kid was leaving. Still, he didn't go back
to playing basketball. The kid didn't seem intended on move either. Xander
decided he didn't want to be rude. "I'm twelve,"

"Eleven," Ryder said.

Xander squinted, wondering about that. The blond boy looked barely
ten-years-old. If he was eleven he must've just had his birthday recently,
like yesterday. "Cool, I just moved over there," Xander pointed to a house
on a hill overlooking the park, "That one."  As Ryder turned to look at
where he was pointing, he added. "I think it's the right one. Not used to
staring at it from this angle yet!"

Ryder laughed and Xander's heart skipped a beat. The kid was pretty
cute. That thought was immediately followed up by a bit of
confusion. Puberty had been hitting him hard and his attraction to boys was
still kind of new and disconcerting.

Slowly the other boy's smile faded. "I should get going," he announced.

"All right," Xander said reluctantly turning away. "Oh, wait."

He turned back around. Ryder was still standing there apparently not
getting ready to move. "I thought I saw a pickup game here yesterday. Do
you know anything about that?"

Ryder shrugged. He put his skateboard back down on the ground and climbed
onto it. "A lot of people play basketball here."

Xander nodded. "Okay, thanks."

He went back to shooting free throws, resisting the urge to turn and watch
the kid disappear down the path. His analytical mind wasn't so easy to
control though. Since puberty had started to kick in about six months ago,
he had begun noticing boys in a different light. Up until then, they had
just been friends or at least that's how he had thought of them.

Now some of them were getting into his head. Whenever he masturbated, they
invaded his mind. He wondered what made this boy or that boy more
attractive. Why did he imagine his friends were there with him? Sometimes,
they were jerking off with him, sometimes doing other things.

He wasn't ignorant of sex but when it came to gay sex it was a bit more
blurry. He had suppressed his curiosity to look it up so far, partly
because men didn't interest him. Yet, a certain fascination kept gnawing at
him. He had seen some porn but not gay porn. Deep down, he knew he liked
boys more than girls. That he couldn't deny.

While Xander played alone on the basketball court, two black boys showed up
as his thoughts started to spiral. One was slightly taller than him. The
other was shorter with broad shoulders. They were brothers, non-identical
twins. Xander thought they looked good. They all talked for a bit before
starting to play. It wasn't so much a game as just showing off to each
other. The actual game started when a fourth boy who was white and around
his height joined in. The paired up, each of them taking one of the
brothers.

Other boys started to come by and even a girl. When it was decided they had
to divide into shirts and skins, one of the boy suggested she be one of the
skins. To that she just flipped the guy off and Xander decided he liked
her. The game settled into a bit of a circular roster with a few of them
taking a break allowing others to play. Xander talked to most of the
players. They were roughly around his age within a year or two. It helped
that he was talented at basketball.

Over the next hour and a half, he learned that it was actually two groups
of friends with a little overlap between the groups. There were seven in
all. He made it an even eight. They broke for lunch and no one seemed
intended to return. So Xander headed home. His mom was at work, her new job
having started yesterday. His dad was on the computer, but he was able to
spare a few minutes to ask about how everything went at the park. Xander
gave his father a quick run-down concluding it went well. He then excused
himself to go up to his room.

Xander's bedroom still felt alien to him. It was bigger than his last but
things were different. The dresser was between two windows instead of next
to the bed.  The bed was up against the wall instead of being against the
middle of the wall. No carpet, only hardwood. It didn't feel like his room.

It didn't take long before his mind drifted towards sex. He undid his
shorts pulling them down along with his underwear. Absentmindedly, he
started to play with his penis as he thought back on some of the people
he'd met. He tried to think of the girl at first. Bethany was her name. Her
blonde hair was in a ponytail. He tried to picture her naked but couldn't
get it up.

His mind started to flick through the boys he had seen that day. The
shorter of the two brothers was cute. He imagined the black boy's lips
around his older brother's dick sliding up and down. Then he thought of the
kid with the dark curly hair. The boy had nice muscles. He had played as
one of the skins. Xander had noticed the lack of hair under his
armpits. Strangely, he wanted to stick his nose in there as he had seen
sweat dribble down on the soft skin. Then there was this other kid he had
noticed. He had been able to talk to him a bit. The boy was a little
shorter and looked fairly good with his t-shirt clinging to him. There was
something about him. Xander wished the boy was right there right now on his
knees sucking him.

He continued jerking, feeling the pleasure rise and his balls tingle. Then,
all of a sudden, the skater kid flashed into his mind. He recalled his name
easily, Ryder. It was a different name, a cute name. He wondered how he
looked naked. Xander tried to imagine him lying on his bed, one arm above
his head, his legs spread, just waiting for it.

That was the image that pushed him over the edge. He arched his back
feeling the small gushes of warm cum shoot out of his dick. He continued to
jerk even after his climax still thinking about the little blond boy. He
continued to jerk until it started to hurt and then stopped. For a moment,
he laid there with the tiny puddles of cum on his nearly bald pubes as his
breathing slowed down. Despite his haze, it was clear to him that there was
really no chance he was straight.

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   Ryder put a foot back on the skateboard and used the other one to kick
off. He kept his eyes locked on Xander's back as the older boy resumed
playing basketball. The new boy was hot. He was sweaty and that made him
even sexier. Then again, Ryder rarely saw a boy that he didn't think was
cute. But that Xander was a 10. If he didn't already have cock waiting for
him to suck, he surely wouldn't have minded spending a little more time
with the new boy.

Then, his complete lack of talent at sports surfaced on his mind. Ryder
knew he would not be able to compete. He knew that he was by no stretch of
the imagination athletic. It wasn't just his size, but an inability to
coordinate his movements. Without a doubt Xander would wipe the floor with
him one-on-one. Hell, the boy probably could beat three of him. Unless
Xander wanted to score some pot, the two of them would never be in the same
orbit. Xander was one of those boys who was a sun and Ryder wouldn't even
be a speck of dust in his Oort cloud.

The blond boy continued to push onward down the path, forgetting about
Xander. The path branched out several times until he got to the sign that
said 'jogging trail - no bikes, no skates, or skateboards'. He took off his
helmet buckling the strap so he could carry it in the same hand he carried
the skateboard.

He knew the path eventually curbed back towards the creek crossing into the
woods over a bridge. The creek was half dry. Towards one bank there was
some water flowing that was maybe knee-deep at the deepest parts, but for
the most part it was just bare rock. He started down the bank and followed
the water until he could see the bridge.

That's where his friends were waiting. He saw Brendan standing up in the
middle of the creek one hand resting on the bridge as he leaned forward
against it out of sight from any jogger from above. The boy was bigger than
him in every aspect. He was thirteen but looked older, with broad
shoulders, dark hair and a few extra pounds around his belly. The teen
didn't wave at him, just smiled wickedly. Then, he saw his other
friend. Kevin was a lot like Brendan being the same age and having the same
dark hair, but he was lean as a fence post.

"Hey," Ryder said.

"Hey," Brendan said in return. "You're finally here. I've been wanting to
get high for days!"

"My parents didn't bring much home lately." Ryder replied, dropping down to
one knee and pulling out three joints from his sock.

"Nice," Kevin said, taking one and putting it in his shirt pocket. "Guess
you've earned it," he grinned, showing off very white teeth.

Brendan laughed. "First I think he needs to strip. Then, this little
cocksucker can get his load payment."

Ryder smiled. That line was unusually witty for Brendan. Neither of the two
was very smart. Still the order sent a little thrill through him. His
little dick started to stir. "All the way?"

"Yeah, all the way," Brendan said.

Ryder quickly obeyed the command, removing his dirty sneakers, tube socks
and shirt. Before, he took off his pants he glanced around making sure no
one was looking, except Brendan and Kevin of course. Both teens giggled
when he peeled them off. Then Ryder shed his briefs, baring completely his
pale hairless body. It was thrilling to be naked outside. The bridge above
them offered privacy. Still someone could come down the path and catch
him. He would just pretend he was skinny dipping. That would be a good
excuse.

Kneeling in the shallow water with his little dick hard, Ryder smiled at
his friends.  They advanced to him. Brendan took out his junk first. Kevin
was always nervous and looked on for a while. Ryder grabbed Brendan's balls
and stuck out his little tongue. Immediately, he licked the big orbs,
watching intently the half-limp meat above it start to swell.  As if in a
trance, his face went to it. He kissed the hardening cock, gripped it and
let his tongue dance around the crown of the head. Both older boys had nice
cocks. But Ryder preferred Brendan's which was thick and circumcised.

"Ohhh yeah, sssuck it," Brendan hissed, tilting his head back.

Ryder opened wide, slipping the erection into his narrow mouth.  He loved
so much feeling his lips stretch around the big piece of adolescent
flesh. It was all so exciting. His love of cock never seemed to
dwindle. And if it only took stealing a few joints from his folks'
medicinal cannabis business to get to relive it again, then it was well
worth it.

Ryder bobbed his blond head with vigor, eliciting moans and whimpers from
the teenager.  He had reached a steady tempo, slurping again and again the
older boy's cock. While he slobbered away and occasionally deep-throated
it, Kevin was watching with interest, and decided he needed to get
involved. The other teen pulled down his sports pants and boxers,
presenting his cock to Ryder's face. The young boy responded by starting to
switch between both teenagers, a cock in each hand as he alternated back
and forth with his hungry mouth.

Both Brendan and Kevin grinned widely and glanced at each other before
looking back at his servicing mouth going down their cocks. Ryder enjoyed
being naked between the two, bringing one cock then the other to his
mouth. He liked to make them happy and knew this would remain
confidential. After all, they surely would never dare tell anyone they got
their dicks sucked by an eleven-year-old boy.

"Shit, I'm gonna shoot," Brendan announced, grabbing the back of Ryder 's
head. "Quick! Take it!"

Ryder sank his face all the way down on his cock, smiling, holding the
whole thing down his oral passage as he felt the first burst of hot cream
strike his tonsils. Brendan squealed over and over while the huge ropes of
cum erupted into his mouth. The first time, both teenagers had squirted on
his face. But Ryder didn't like that. He favored gulping it down. It made
less of a mess.

Ryder's mouth flooded with seed as he continued to deep throat the whole
time, his lips clamping the pulsing cock in place.

"Yes!!!! Fuck yesss!!!" Brendan cheered out of control watching Ryder
swallow what he could of the huge load, some spilling out of his mouth. The
teen kept on trying to thrust throughout his orgasm, but there was nowhere
for his cock to go - Ryder had his mouth over every inch.

As soon as Brendan was done, Kevin scooted closer, jerking his cock. "I'm
ready too!"

Ryder welcomed the second cock down his throat. Siphoning with his cheeks
hollow, he milked the teenage jizz out of Kevin's erection. The skinny teen
didn't have a fat porker like his buddy, but he was a big producer. Ryder
had to swallow three or four times to clear his oral cavity of all the
cream.

Untouched, his own erection was stiff pointing up towards his chin. Ryder
stared at it as he tried to catch his breath. Like the rest of him it was
small and insignificant. Slowly his hand went towards it. There was no
question of Brendan or Kevin returning the favor. He wasn't even sure if he
wanted them too. When he started to jerk off he looked up. Kevin had
already retrieved the lighter from his hiding spot and had lit up. He was
staring upstream not looking at him. Brendan was rolling the joint around
in his hand. He was watching the show with an unreadable expression on his
face.

Ryder looked back down suddenly feeling ashamed. His jerking motion started
to feel more painful than pleasurable and without finishing or saying a
word he stopped starting to get dressed. When he looked back up Brendan was
laying back and smoking. He went for the lighter and lit up his own joint.

The smoke filled his lungs and in a very short time it did what his hands
couldn't. He felt his erection deflate as he lost the sense of shame. The
three of them smoked in silence for a while until they were about halfway
done then Brendan broke the silence.

"We got to get into your butt?"

"Uh?" Kevin said slowly turning to look at them.

"Ryder," Brendan said clarifying. "I could take him from behind and you can
take him from the front. He could be our pig instead of cum bucket."

Ryder laughed.

"Yeah," Kevin said clearly having lost interest.

Brendan smiled which made Ryder laugh. A small part of his brain registered
that it wasn't funny. It was a small animalistic part that was responsible
for flight or fight. He didn't feel like dealing with that though at the
moment.

The conversation died then and they were quiet. When the jogger ran over
the bridge they all found it extremely funny, but fortunately no one
decided to check on what was so funny.  At some point they started to drift
away. They talked about something that wasn't important before they
left. Ryder forgot his skateboard and had to go back for it when he was
halfway home. He collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep waking up a few
hours later when his parents came home.

Their house wasn't particularly big being all on one floor. His room was
actually between the kitchen and the living room. He stayed in bed for
several minutes hearing them talk. They wouldn't check on him. If he didn't
get out of bed they probably wouldn't even think of him Ryder thought to
himself. Still, his mouth was dry and he needed a drink.

When he stepped out of his bedroom he saw his father and mother were
sitting on the couch. They turned and smiled at him.

"Hey," his dad said.

"Did you have a good day?" his mother asked.

"Yeah," Ryder said wondering if he should add more. When either of his
parents seemed particularly inclined to continue the conversation he headed
towards the kitchen. Both of his parents could be described as health
nuts. His choices of drink were either a fruit smoothie or cold green
tea. Choosing the former he headed back towards the living room plopping
down in the chair.

He listened to his parents talk for a while as a nature documentary played
and after a while he retreated back into his room. He didn't say he was
going to bed, but his parents never checked on him so he guessed it didn't
matter. Turning his head he stared at his far wall. There was a poster of
the night sky done in florescent paint. He had bought it a year ago when
they had gone to a science museum for school. He liked space.