Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 13:32:09 -0400 From: Neo Subject: "Will you be my boyfriend?" Chapter 1 Author's note: Please, send me your feedback to help me judge the tone and pacing of the story. The lack of background story or character introspection in these first chapters is intentional. Let me know if it works for you. What did I include that bored you? What do you wish I had included more of? I'll read every comment, and do my best to reply to you too. Neo. hello_neo@protonmail.com *** EPISODE ONE A blast of bright machine gun fire tore through the air with lethal precision, taking the fourteen-year-old down instantly. "Dammit," Lewis swore, as the respawn countdown flashed up on his screen for the third time in as many minutes. His now-familiar nemesis raced past his downed character. A barrage of high-pitched taunts came over the headset. "Noob," the kid yelled. "Little shit," Lewis muttered back. Despite his frustration, Lewis was almost starting to feel something like affection for the stranger. The little punk had been ragging on him every night for the last week in online multiplayer--and somehow had kept up an impressive winning streak. Maybe it was something about the familiar intonation of the kid's voice, or his playful persistence, but Lewis could never resist the urge to hit the "Join game" button when the boy invited him to rematch after frustrating rematch. "How old are you anyway, you little fucker?" Lewis asked, interrupting his adversary's shrill taunts after yet another savage takedown. "Nine," the kid answered, with a hint of pride. "And your mummy lets you play on here?" Lewis derided. He dodged from cover to cover, evading bullets as he tried to outflank the irritating little preteen. "You're so funny," came the sarcastic response. "You're giving my middle finger a boner." Lewis felt a slight thrill at the little kid's suggestive comeback. "Where you from?" he asked. He recognized the boy's accent: it was virtually identical to his own. "Why," jeered the nine-year-old, "you wanna come round and see it?" A pause. "Maybe," Lewis answered daringly. Another pause. "Kingswood," the kid confessed. Lewis felt a shock of recognition. Kingswood was the next neighbourhood over. It was literally down the street. "You're shitting me," he said. "Nope." Lewis noticed some of the bravado had gone from the kid's voice. The fight on screen had calmed too. The two characters made a show of dodging each other, but anyone could see the dynamic between the pair had changed. "What's your name?" Lewis asked. "Kieran." Then, "Yours?" "Lewis." *** Lewis was painfully aware of his tight, racing heartbeat as he ditched his bike and walked the last few steps toward the nondescript white door. Nervously he reached for his phone in his pocket, skimming back over the text conversation he had just had with Kieran. What if he was joking? He stopped still, his impulses telling him to go home, his curiosity pushing him forward. He read the conversation again. The messages were short and to the point. "You serious?" Lewis had written. "You scared?" Kieran had typed back. "Of what?" A smiley face, one eye closed. The wink was all the encouragement Lewis' teen curiosity needed. He took the last step forward and knocked. The sound cut into the afternoon silence and sent his mind racing. What the hell was he doing here? What was he expecting to happen? What was Kieran expecting? A cold nervousness that was part foreboding, part anticipation washed over him. "'Sup, noob," came the familiar voice as the door swung open. The feeling rushed back into Lewis' body as he took in the young boy. A very few freckles were scattered under the nine-year-old's cocky brown eyes. His dirty blond hair was close-cropped at the sides; longer and side- swept on the top. Somehow, despite their week-long rivalry and Lewis' trepidation on the way here, he hadn't once stopped to think about what Kieran might look like. The boy was bewitching. Kieran was a sexy name, too, said Lewis' lustful subconscious. Lewis let his gaze fall downward. Kieran wore a loose tank top. His bare shoulders were smooth and inviting. The pretty freckle-pattern of his cheeks was repeated down his arms, blending with little light blond hairs. Below the tank top a pair of not-quite-clean grey sweatpants. Lewis found his eyes alighting on the covered, forbidden thighs, and between them. He might have been imagining it, but the soft grey fabric looked slightly darker there, as if stained by a spilled drink or a trace of boy piss. "You're not so bad yourself, either," Kieran smirked knowingly. "What? I didn't..." Lewis began, scrabbling for words. His eyes flicked back up to catch Kieran's interested gaze. He hoped the rush of embarrassment he felt wasn't visible in his cheeks. "Oh hey noob, I got something for you," Kieran remembered. Lewis looked down to where Kieran's hands were clasped oddly in front of him. "Oh yeah?" he asked quizzically. Kieran lifted his left hand to reveal the outstretched middle finger of his right. "Little shit," said Lewis, punching the nine-year-old playfully on the shoulder. Was it his imagination, or did he catch a glimpse of recoil in the boy's eyes as he did so? If Kieran's intention had been to draw Lewis' attention back the suggestive "middle finger boner" comment he had made earlier, it worked. Beneath Lewis' nervousness, his irrepressible teen horniness started slowly but surely to rise. "Come on," Kieran called over his shoulder as he led the way through the dark hallway. The house was small; not dirty but not spotless either. Signs of life were strewn around the living room. Headset and an empty can by the couch, bills and letters on a low coffee table, a few clothes strewn carelessly here and there. Lewis' darting eyes took it all in with eager curiosity, trying to piece together the details of the engaging little nine-year-old's life. "Your parents not at home?" Lewis queried. "Nope." What was that glint in Kieran's eye? Bitterness? Resentment? Lewis didn't push the question further. "You want a Coke?" Kieran asked, picking up the empty that lay by the sofa. "Sure," Lewis said. "Thanks." Kieran's tidiness and good manners surprised him. It made him like the boy even more. It was obvious from the little gaming nest at one end of the couch which side was Kieran's. Lewis looked at the setup with jealousy. He had always had to game in his room on the small second-hand TV his mum had reluctantly let him have. He sat himself down on the free end of the couch, still looking around the room. Some clothes and a towel lay on the floor close to him. Atop the small pile he could make out the tell-tale tempting shape of a pair of white briefs. He looked around at the pictures on the wall. His eyes fell back onto the discarded briefs. He cast his eyes around the room again, his gaze flickering disinterestedly from wall to wall before alighting once more on the white underwear. Lewis cast a nervous glance toward the kitchen door. There was no sign of Kieran. He gingerly leaned forward and picked up the white briefs. His heart pounded. Boys'. Age 8-10. Faint, alluring stains decorated the seat and front. He checked the spot on the carpet: it would be easy to return the forbidden treasure to the floor the second he heard footsteps. He pressed the soiled white fabric to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent was sweet and chocolatey, sharp and intoxicating. He could almost have imagined the briefs were still warm. Lewis' fourteen-year-old cock strained in his own boxers, greedy for more of the nine-year-old boy. "You like that?" came Kieran's voice from the doorway. The briefs fell to Lewis' lap like a stone, landing with a twitch on his barely-concealed erection. His blood ran cold. There was silence in the room for a few moments. Kieran began to walk over to the couch. He set the two cans he was holding down on the coffee table. "I..." began Lewis. "I shouldn't have come." He had been caught indulging his teen perversions by a nine-year-old boy. In the boy's own living room, too, he reflected with mortification. "I should... I should go." "Don't," said Kieran, sitting down beside him. He laid a gentle hand on Lewis' thigh. The young gamer's touch was paralyzing. Lewis' cock, which had started to shrink in embarrassment, immediately surged again, as if trying to break out and make contact with the little boy's fingers. The two boys looked at each other. As they made eye contact, the pregnant atmosphere of uncertainty that had hung in the room since Lewis' arrival began to quickly lift. A silent conversation of boy lust took place between the pair. Kieran's fingers began to work. He moved upward to the zip on Lewis' jeans, tugging it down and popping open the button. He moved teasingly, slowly, glancing up at Lewis as he did so. With every touch, Lewis, still unable to move, felt his constricted teen dick throb ever harder inside his tight boxer briefs. "So you like my dirty undies, huh?" Kieran asked. "Mhm," Lewis managed to get out. There was no point denying it now, as Kieran's roving finger traced the vivid outline of his raging hard-on. "Well then," Kieran shot mischievously. He picked up the discarded white underwear. With his other hand he teased at the elastic waistband of Lewis' red boxer briefs. Lewis gasped involuntarily as his red-hot rock-hard cock head was suddenly exposed to the air. Precum had pooled against the skin around it, milked out by Kieran's stroking fingers. Another clear, slick drop emerged as the waistband was pulled back. Kieran took the pair of white briefs and wiped them against the glistening teen cock head. A spasm shot through Lewis' body as he watched his precum merge with the other stains on the fabric where the little kid's junk must so recently have nestled. The nine-year-old looked at his dampened white briefs with approval. Then, extending his hand, he offered the warm stained underwear up to Lewis' face. Lewis acted on autopilot, closing his eyes and breathing the gift in hungrily. Reflexively he reached out for Kieran's bare shoulder, clutching the boy closer to him. As he imbibed the warm scent of his own teen dick and precum mixed with the still-lingering smell of Kieran's preteen ass and balls, Lewis' quiet moan was stifled by the material pressed against his face. "Kieran," Lewis let out in disbelieving ecstasy as the little boy withdrew the white underwear. The nine-year-old grinned. He pulled the waistband of Lewis' boxers all the way down, letting he fourteen-year-old's teen monster erupt out to its full five- or six-inch height. He spent a moment admiring his prize. Then he took the soiled white underwear and wrapped it carefully around Lewis' cock. He began to moved his hand up and down, rubbing the fabric back and forth. Lewis looked on in lust-filled amazement as the beautiful young boy jerked him off with his dirty white briefs. The boy's hand grasped the material tightly. As the fingers moved, Lewis could see a tiny glistening spot below the thumb where his precum had transferred from the wet fabric onto Kieran's clutching hand. "I'm gonna cum!" Lewis gasped after what seemed barely a few strokes of the precum-, piss- and ass-stained cotton against his throbbing teen boner. "Already?" asked Kieran cheekily. Lewis wondered how a boy that age even knew to ask that. The thought only brought him closer to the edge. "Mhm," he panted with difficulty. Kieran sped up his strokes, rubbing the stained underwear faster up and down the teenager's cock. Lewis felt his body teen body go rigid; taut and motionless save for the rhythmic movement of the little boy's hand. A breath-holding precipice. Then convulsive outburst after burst as his cum poured out for the boy. The thick white strands shot straight up, first onto Lewis' hoody, then falling down to join the stains on the beautiful white briefs, and trickling down Kieran's small fingers. Kieran looked down at the dribbling cock head, then up at Lewis' face with satisfaction. Carefully he used the cum-splattered underwear to wipe the last drops from the fourteen-year-old dick, sending a final painful stab of euphoria through the older boy. "Oops," Kieran said, staring at the small pools of cum that had fallen on Lewis' chest. He looked at the briefs he held in his hand. They were dripping with Lewis' thick white warm cum. No good for wiping anything more with. He left them resting on Lewis' still gently heaving lap, and used both his hands to pull his tank top off over his head. With his shirt he rubbed at the marks on Lewis' hoody until they were nearly gone. Then he pulled the top back on. Lewis looked in wonder at his own cum-stains now adorning the other boy's chest. Kieran leant back in the sofa and reached out an arm around Lewis' shoulders. "Lewis?" he said. "Kieran?" Lewis answered with a smile. "Will you be my boyfriend?"