The starting point for this stand-alone
story is a painting by the American painter, Stephen Scott Young. If you've
never seen his paintings, I highly suggest you check them out. I was recently
inspired by a painting by him called Two Boys Playing. You can find a
copy of the painting here:
https://www.mutualart.com/Artwork/Two-Boys-Playing/C232D4D25E14131F
It portrays two black Caribbean boys
playing a game of checkers. The story takes place in Honolulu in a modern setting.
The boy on the left I have chosen to name Kendrich and the one on the right
Ezrah. Ezrah, having more than friendly feelings for his best friend, tries to
seduce Kendrich after their leisurely game.
This is a work of fiction and does not
portray real events or characters. Comments are gratefully received at JamesJenkins4253@proton.me. The main theme
of the story is underage romance if this material offends you (or you are not
the appropriate age to read it) proceed no further.
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When A Friend Gets Checked
© James Jenkins 2021
The warm humid air coupled with the
comfortable breezes kissed the dark skin of two twelve-year-old Honolulu boys
sitting across from each other on a wooden bench, a self-designed checkerboard
supported on both of their legs. Both eyeing each other with lion-like
determination, trying to stir doubt in the other. Though perspiring under the
May heat, Kendrich and Ezra both aimed to enjoy this day as they decided to
play a round of checkers outside of the housing complex, they both lived in.
Their brains in a constant race to out strategize the other.
A beat, the two boys break out smiling at
how ridiculous they looked with their sweat-shiny faces and almost grumpy
demeanors much like the old drunk man they often saw walking down the street in
the afternoon. Their hearts beating under the heat. It still was a godsend over
having to waste hours reading schoolbooks all day.
Kendrich broke the silence as he wiped his
brow clear with his left forearm. "Did you like it?" he asked, while considering
his next move.
"Eh, not really..." the more tough looking
of the duo said regarding the last game they played, chess.
"It's hard at first, but all you gotta do is learn the moves," Kendrich responded thinking
back on how many rounds he lost practicing with his grandfather. He noticed
Ezrah looking at him oddly.
"What?" Kendrich asked as he fiddled with
one of his red chips.
"I know checkers is kinda
boring... where people look at each other till their faces freeze." The boys both
chuckled.
"So, you ever play checkers for real?"
Kendrich asked through parched lips. He really could use a glass of lemonade
after this game.
Ezrah shrugged his shoulders and smiled
guiltily. "Do you know the rules?" Kendrich asked, not wanting to believe this
was his friend's first time at it.
"A little bit," Ezrah said while not
admitting he didn't have a clue.
Not being a jerk, Kendrich decided this
was the right time to show some of his moves off to Ezrah (also compliments
from his Dad and grandfather).
"Just to do something cool. Just to have
fun," Kendrich said as he and Ezrah cleared the board and rearranged their
pieces for a new round.
"Can I show you some moves I know?"
Kendrich asked.
"Yeah, sure.' Ezrah said as he reset his
pieces with tingling fingers. I'm gonna show him a
thing or two this time! He thought already picturing the look of defeat on
his friend's face.
Suddenly Ezrah suggested "Let's turn it
over?"
The question did take Kendrich aback,
though the other end was less dirty with chipped paint and dirt. The board was
a prize possession of Kendrich's, one he and Ezrah always had their closest
talks over.
"Sure," Kendrich thought nothing more of
it and flipped to the cleaner side having moved the checkers off.
"The closest rows called the "King Row","
Kendrich said pointing it out to his friend. "So, let's set her up."
"Thanks for the tip," Ezrah cheekily
responded giving his mocking smirk Kendrich couldn't help but be amused by.
"Still going to kick your ass though," the
slenderer boy shot back.
"My grandfather taught me. I'm practically
a master," he couldn't refrain from boasting.
"Wow," Ezrah said with mild impression
though not doubting his friend exaggerated as he liked to do sometimes.
"Yeah, and I didn't lie about it."
Kendrich knew he was something of a Showoff but at the same time felt amazing
when he earned something all his own.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Ezrah
said as he turned away to rub his nose with the back of his hand.
"No, don't be like that," Kendrich said
not wanting the fun to end before it got started.
"I won't give in," he said catching
Ezrah's hopeful glance.
"Really?" Ezrah knew his friend as if they
were brothers and learned after many a circumstance how tricky Kendrich could
be.
"Well maybe," his flaring confidence
starting to dim.
"It would be sorta
harsh if I turned out better than you," Ezrah tried to tell his
friend by not sounding like a shit.
"But not after the first round and not two
times in a row," Kendrich wiped the sweat away from his eyes as Ezrah laughed.
"I'd be proud of your student if I were
you." Ezrah just couldn't help chiding his friend as he reached over and
playfully punched Kendrich's right shoulder.
Ezrah then boldly got up and sat down to
the right of Kendrich. Grinning like a satyr, he suddenly kissed Kendrich on
the cheek while stroking his short hair. Pursing his lips, Kendrich wasn't sure
why his friend was treating him like his mother whenever he used to come home
with scraped knees or a swollen eye. Ezrah's right hand barely an inch away
from his crotch also added to the rapidly confusing but oddly tempting jolts
streaming under his skin.
"I don't know, I'm a bit nervous."
"Don't be," Ezrah replied and kept on
teasing his pal.
"I don't like when you worry."
"Maybe I'll lose again," Kendrich said
trying not to look scared in front of Ezrah yet unable to deny how good his
touches felt.
He heard from other friends and on the
streets how wonderful it was to get some, mostly from a beautiful woman. The
flashy imaginative and often blasphemous acts Kendrich fantasized about,
he found himself wanting to explore, feel and cherish-only it was Ezrah who
filled the space of his lover. Now as he ran a hand up under Ezrah's shirt to
pinch a nipple, Kendrich let the fear raised by guilt and church teaching flow
away like dust brought up by speeding tires. As their lips met, Ezrah began to
unlatch Kendrich's belt. His eager cock popped out from his white slightly
smelly underwear as Ezrah grasped it in hand, admiring the size and prominent
pink tip. His strokes sent Kendrich into a state better than when he'd lay on
his back in the sea and listen to the sound of the waves he floated above.
Throwing his head back the minute Ezrah swallowed half of his cock inside his
mouth. Ezrah's hand didn't rest moving up and down his friend's dick while
sucking and licking round the tip. Only slight mews escaped Kendrich's lips but
not one coherent word. This was his very first blow job, from his best friend
no less and he couldn't give a cat's shit if it was
wrong. In two minutes, he felt an almost exploding impact set off inside
his cock and tapped Ezrah's right cheek for him to stop. White teeth showing
from a racy smile as Kendrich summoned the bravery to take the kingly position
now. Winking with a nod of his head, motioning Ezrah to lie back on the bench.
Casting off his white underwear, blue sandals and brownish-gray pants- Ezrah
cocked his head sporting a challenging smirk as he leaned back, feeling the
rings of the wood and cold sweat tickle his back.
Kendrich threw his clothes down beside
Ezrah's and slowly crawled over to him like a crab inching up a sand bank.
Fondling his friend's long and surprisingly thick manhood, Kendrich took a deep
breath taking in the aroma which was just distinctly Ezrah before lowering his
mouth down to devour it, letting his taste buds pander in his friend.
Alternating between Ezrah's cock and sweat-slick anal hole, Kendrich couldn't
imagine how unbelievably delicious another boy could be this way. He had to
have more of him. Ezrah held his hands behind his head, gasping in a pleasured
mantra over the sweet tremors Kendrich's mouth brought about him internally.
Deciding it was time for the crowning
moment, Kendrich rose on his knees and lined his cock up at Ezrah's hole. A
beat and with slow steeled resolve, he pushed down inside Ezrah. The near
crushing sensation of Ezrah's tightness round his prick brought Kendrich into a
bliss he only ever felt daydreaming in class or imagining adventure stories
before bed. Only this was better than either. Each wanton groan coming from
Ezrah's mouth added to Kendrich's wish, need and desire to be his friend's
first. With his right leg bent and laying off to the side and left on one of
Kendrich's shoulders, Ezrah smiled into his grouse as Kendrich's upper body
leaned partly over him. Their eyes locked on one another as the dominant boy
began to grind on his friend faster, more bound to Ezrah's tight warm sanctum
than he previously thought. Wincing from the painfully tinged pleasure, Ezrah
came to within an inch of blanking out as Kendrich's thrusts grew slower but
didn't end just yet. This turned Kendrich on as his increasing tempo sent Ezrah
lying to the right side, Ezrah wailed on Kendrich's cock filling him again. He
bounced upon his friend's penis in an uproar of favor. They share a kiss as
Kendrich pulled out of Ezrah, neither of whom were spent. Leaning over the
bench with an arm held behind his back, Ezrah's ass espoused Kendrich's cock
again as he gave him one thrilling whack after another.
Releasing Ezrah's arm, Kendrich cuffed the
warm now broken hole which still put up something of a fight. Honestly, it made Kendrich's blood surge
faster than he could recall, and it had him laughing mid groans. Ezrah's left
hand resting on Kendrich's hands pushing down on his hip. Wanting to have a
riveting end to their debarred yet addictive coupling, Ezrah sat on his friend's
lap as Kendrich laid back, licking at Ezrah's nipples while reaching the final
round to orgasm. Their pre-teen cries of sexual dolor were equally matched as
Ezrah raised his torso up, not wanting to miss seeing the look on Kendrich's
face when he'd soar to Kingdom Come. Before Ezrah realized it, he was
facing away from his friend but still webbed into Kendrich's thrusts, gaping as
he stroked himself off to a numbing outburst. Their merged body scent and
Kendrich's eleven fervidly final thrusts brought them both to unleashing
ice-cream like hot spurts. Some flew from Ezrah's cock and landed on the
checkerboard. The sight made the two boys laugh with what strength they had
left to stay conscious. Laying back on Kendrich's chest, Ezrah didn't show
reluctance as their faces brushed against one another, allowing them to
exchange a congratulatory kiss.
Kendrich snickered and grinned while
wiping his eyes clear. "Still think you don't got lot to learn?" he posed to
Ezrah as he licked a finger covered with his seed clean.
"Shit, if learning more is this great, I'd
really be head of the class." Ezrah found himself shying away but unable to
deny how heart stopping Kendrich's dark night skin looked gleaming in the
available light covered in their now cooling sperm. "Would love to play another
round sometime."
The last sentence was enough for Kendrich
to hold Ezrah tighter as he rubbed his itchy nose a second, enjoying the aroma
of his friend on his palm. For sure, shaking hands and roughhousing would be
different-a change which he only sought to learn more about no matter where it
would take them.
"Count on it, maybe next time you'll
finally King Me." He humped Ezrah to make his point clear prompting the
latter to slap his friend's right cheek.
Laughs followed as they took the moment to
let their brains and bodies meld into the aftermath of their first time. As it
started to grow late and they'd have to rush back home to bathe before their
parents caught a whiff of them, it was a risk neither put up an excuse or
cursed themselves for. Kendrich knew he was Ezrah's from this day and for years
to come and the same truth burned into Ezrah's heart as it beat in time with
the friend and brother, he'd now have to get used to calling Boyfriend. With the
gifts and skills Kendrich had, he figured it always be worth their usual
checker contests.