DISCAILMER: The following is a fictional story between two young male teens set in present day Pennsylvania. This story does contain sexual interactions of and between the two underage male characters. If you are under the age set as the "Age of Consent" in your region or if reading such materials is illegal in your area, please leave this page. If you fall under any restrictions to reading this page and it's contents and refuse to leave the author and this web site are in no way at fault.

No Parents, No Rules by Duegio Mulvaine
Chapter Two

When Chris came back down the stairs, I looked at him, trying to figure out if he seemed different. He was a little taller than myself, me being 143 centimeters, so he was about 145 centimeters. He had light brown hair, but in the summer it was almost blonde, and really bright blue eyes. He also had tanned skin, but not as dark as mine. Other than that, our body structures were similar in the fact that we had underdeveloped muscle mass and were hairless (as far as I knew). Either way he still looked the same as the day I first met him.

We wasted a few hours just watching the television and the various shows on it. Though most of the time was spent watching Spongebob Squarepants and the few other shows on Nickelodeon. I decided not to question the magazine I found. For all I knew, it may have come with the Playboy. I mean, they sometimes put in that extra stuff to get you to make another subscription and pay even more money, right? Any way, after a few hours the both of us were beginning to get antsy, so I shut off the telly and suggested we play some video games.

"A'ight, that sounds good," Chris answered. "Of course, I'll have the pleasure of kicking yo ass all weekend!"

"Bull shit you will!" I yelled back jubilantly chasing him up the stairs to my room. My room was decent sized and packed with normal stuff you would find in a preteens room. I had a small telly with a VCR built-in, unlike most, I still use the VCR. Under that I had an Playstation 3 (only a few weeks old) that really understated the VCR and small television. All of that was in the corner of the room near the foot of my bed and two bean bags in front of the small console. Across from my bed was my desk, with a small monitor and computer, plus various school items for next semester when school would begin again. Inside my closet was my clothing, laundry hamper, and chest of drawers. Although I never shut the doors to it, so it was more of an extension to my room.

"What game you wanna play?" I asked Chris.

"Umm, how about...Call of Duty?"

"Sounds good!" I went into the drawer underneath my telly and pulled out the game. I slipped in the disc and sat in one of the bean bags, unwrapping the wire to Chris and my controllers. I handed him his and set up the game. "Ready to get a whooping?" I asked smirking.

"Oh, yes I am sure you are!" he retorted shoving me.

We played a few rounds when the telephone started going. "Oh shit," Chris said looking worried.

"Don't worry about it," I said trying to throw comfort to the wind. "Just pause the game and stay quiet."

"Right!" he paused the game and watched me as I left the room to the hallway phone. I've got a television, Playstation 3, and a computer, but no phone! Of course none of the rooms in the house had a phone. It was an older house, so all the phone jacks were in the hallways and main areas like the living room. My parents didn't even have one in their room.

"Hello?" I said picking up the phone, putting on the sweetest voice I could manage.

"Hi Aidan! How are you?" It was Chris's mom.

"Oh! Hi Ms. Brennan. I'm doing well, thanks for asking. And you?"

"Oye, I've seen better days," she said laughing. Chris's mom was single, his dad died before I can remember in a terrible car crash that also killed his grandparents and older sister. I can remember how sad his mom always seemed when we were very little. In fact, if it hadn't been for my parents, she may never have turned around. But he always says how glad he was to be too young to remember them. "Well, I was just calling to talk to your father." My heart sank at the end of that sentence. "I just want to insure that he was okay with watching Chris all weekend."

"Oh, umm, well he's using the facilities right now. And I can assure you he is, he said since he is a little under the weather some company would do him good."

"Oh my! Is he alright? Should I come over and help?"

"Oh no! There's nothing to worry about, it's just allergies," I stated quickly.

"Okay, well you boys lemme know if you need any help. I would be more than willing."

"Well thank you Ms. Brennan for your concern."

"It's my pleasure, well I best be going. Gonna be out for a couple days, going partying!" she said giving a small "whoo".

I laughed, "Well have fun with that!"

"Sure will."

"Alright bye."

"Cheers, and tell Chris to behave himself!"

"Certainly will," I finished laughing and headed back to my room. I walked quietly to try and scare Chris. When I peeked into the room I tried not to be audible by what I saw. Chris was on the floor by my laundry hamper with a pair of my dirty briefs against his face, taking long, deep breaths as he played with his penis with the other hand in his pants.

I didn't believe my eyes, so I looked inside again. Sure enough Chris had a pair of my dirty briefs against his face, playing with himself. I backed away from the door back to the phone.

I didn't know what to do. I mean, Chris is my best friend. How could I end my friendship over his sexuality? I decided that I didn't care if he was gay or bisexual or whatever, he was still my friend. But I couldn't tell him I knew, I don't want our relationship to be awkward.

"Hey Chris!"

There was a short pause then, "Yeah?"

"You want some pizza?"

"Umm, sure," his voice seemed very husky.

"Well what'cha want on it?"

"Just pepperoni."

"A'ight, well I'll call in the order, grab some sodas, and come back in a couple minutes to kick your ass!" I threw in the time thing in hopes that he would hide the underwear or something so I wouldn't have to confront him.

"That sounds cool!"


"No I just want pepperoni! Nothing else," I yelled into the phone. Damn pizza guy, I thought. Always trying to get you to buy more then you need!

"Do you want anything else with that?" the pizza guy asked.


"Are you sure? We're having a special combo with every pizza. Order bread-sticks and you get a free-"

"DUDE! Just fucking make the damn pepperoni pizza, WITH NOTHING BUT PEPPERONI AND CHEESE!"

"Why do you have to be rude?"

"Why do you have to be stupid?"

"Your pizza will be deliver in 45 minutes otherwise your order is free; so is the policy at Penn Pizza. Have a good day, sir."

"Yeah fuck you too!" I screamed into the phone before slamming it back down on the receiver. I rubbed my head and took a few deep breaths.

"What the hell was that all about?" I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard Chris. He had poked his head out of the doorway to look at me with a face of pure puzzlement.

"Oh nothing, the damn pizza guy wouldn't listen. Any way, you still want a soda?"

"Hells yeah," he said laughing. I couldn't help myself and started laughing too. We both went downstairs into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and threw him a Root Beer and grabbed me a Coke.

"So, what'cha wanna do now?" I asked.

"I dunno...watch a movie?"

"Sure!" I went into the living room and pointed out different movies that we could watch. It came down to Xmen 2, Scary Movie 4, and Transformers.

"Man, they are all really good."

"Dude, you'll be here all week, why not just watch all of them?"

"Alright, lets start with Transformers." I popped in the DVD and we both sat down on the couch. I had seen the movie twice with Chris and a few times myself, but it was still awesome.

Not too long into the movie I noticed Chris was getting tired. Even though it was only 10:00 P.M. I figured he would be more awake once we got some pizza and soda. A few minutes later I felt his head on my shoulder. I froze, not sure how to react. He usually does that, but knowing he was at least bisexual I wasn't sure how to feel about it. You're being stupid, he's always done that, it's not any different from before, I told myself, but I still felt weird.

"Hey Chris."


"I got to go to the bathroom."

"Oh! Sorry," he said quickly, moving his head and scooting over.

"Thanks," I said as I walked away. He was as bright as a red Christmas bulb.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

I practically ran upstairs and slammed the door to the bathroom. I felt like I was going to puke, I felt so bad. But I kept telling myself there was nothing I could do. He was gay, I was straight and our friendship was strained even though I didn't care about his sexuality. I felt the tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I can't take this, I have to talk to him, I decided.

The door bell then rang. I waited then I heard, "Hey Aidan! The pizza man's here!"

I sniffed and wiped my eyes, "Could you get it? I'm not quite done. The money's on the counter in the kitchen."

"Yeah, sure. You alright?"

That made me feel worse. "I-I'm fine," I croaked.

"Okay," he said unsure. I stood up and went over to the sink. Turning on the hot water and splashing it on my face, I looked into the mirror. Besides the fact that my eyes were bloodshot and puffy, there wasn't any real noticeable signs of crying.

I unlocked the door and went downstairs. When I was halfway down the stairs I heard it.

"You little shit!" came a voice I didn't know.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Chris yelled.

"Not till I get what I want!" What the hell is going on? I thought running downstairs.


Thanks for reading, there will be more. I understand that the chapters are short, but I don't have a lot of time on my hands. Please drop me a line with any criticism or comments at duegio@rocketmail.com. I enjoy them! Also, I apologize for not replying to the emails I have recieved (I've been really busy with work and what not). But I will do my best to answer anymore I recieve. The emails I did recieve I thank everyone for, there were a lot of great responses. One thing I would like to hear about is the believability of the characters. Again thanks, and if you email me, please type in the subject line: "Author of NPNR".

~Blessed Be, Duegio Mulvaine