Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2017 17:56:23 -0400
From: Neo <hello_neo@protonmail.com>
Subject: "Will you be my boyfriend?" Chapter 6

Author's note:

Well, that was a wild ride. A lot of people have written to tell me how
upset they are with Lewis.

I wish I could say it gets less wild, but I make no excuses for the events
of this chapter. If you were put in the situation Lewis finds himself in
here, would you act differently? Do let me know. I love getting comments,
and I will answer any questions you might have. Except for the ones that
ask what happens next. The only way to find out what happens next is to
wait for me to write what happens next, I'm afraid.

Thank you all for making this community exist by reading, writing,
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Neo.

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EPISODE SIX

"Lewis!" The voice from the dream carried on even after the faces had
faded.

It was loud; too loud. Lewis realised why the insistent sound had woken
him. It was his mother, and it wasn't in his dream at all.

"Breakfast!"

The memory of the nightmare was fading fast. What little he could still
picture was raw and uncomfortable.

"And remember we're leaving for Laurie's wedding tonight," his mum was
calling. "So you'll be alone until Monday."

"Okay, mum." Lewis only just heard her over the sound of his own thoughts
as he made his way downstairs and fetched his breakfast.

Denver had never really cared about him. Not really. That much was clear.
And the moment when he had told Denver to fuck off was the moment he had
felt the beginnings of an unfamiliar sense of perspective and control over
his life.

Now he had experienced, albeit briefly, a relationship that was all sex and
shallow infatuation. He hadn't sensed it at the time, hadn't wanted to
sense it, but now the contrast between his teen crush on Denver and his
deep affection for Kieran was harshly apparent. Comparing the two seemed
almost ludicrous. But it was that comparison that suddenly allowed Lewis to
understand, with a horrible pang of heartache, the true value of what he
had had with Kieran, and what he had given up.

Lewis saw himself more clearly now too. He sensed the tangled web of
emotions and fears that had formed the uneasy nightmare he had just awoken
from. Vividly imprinted in his mind was the horror he had felt at the
thought of hurting Kieran in the dream. He could still feel it now, like a
tiny sharp-edged boulder shifting the flow of the roaring rocky stream of
emotions high inside his chest. He would always feel it, he realised. It
was a part of him.

And that was how he knew he was different from Romy. With utter certainty
at the very centre of his being, Lewis saw that he could never do to Kieran
what Romy had done.

Ditching Denver had shown Lewis he was in control of his life in a way he
had never really taken responsibility for before. Now, he knew, it was up
to him to decide what to do with that control.

The thought led inescapably to another. Lewis realised with dismay that in
his fear, in his determination not to hurt or take advantage of Kieran, he
had done something just as terrible. He had hurt the boy's heart.

He texted with urgency, glad that it was a weekend.

"Can I come over? To talk to you?"

He had no idea what Kieran would say. The nine-year-old had every right to
hate him.

"Okay," came Kieran's curt reply. Then another message: "Not for long." And
another: "Just to talk."

"Okay," Lewis wrote. "Thank you."

He was relieved to see, when he arrived, that the driveway outside Kieran's
house was empty. He knocked nervously, not sure what he was going to say.

Lewis was not prepared for the effect that seeing Kieran again had on him.
As the door opened, it was all he could do not to break down in tears and
clutch the boy to him.

"Hi," said Kieran cautiously. He had put up barriers to protect his
emotions. Even his customary flirtatious twinkle was gone. The delicate
freckles beneath his eyes lay still like scattered autumn leaves.

"Kieran..." said Lewis weakly. "I'm so sorry."

"You said that already," Kieran reminded him coldly. He was right; those
had been Lewis' parting words when he last stood on the same doorstep.

"I mean it." Lewis spoke desperately, unable to find the words to convey
his pain. "I was wrong."

Kieran's defensiveness softened a very little as he saw the real tears
forming in Lewis' eyes. "Yes. You were," he agreed.

"I was scared of hurting you," Lewis tried to explain. "I was scared that...
that I was just like Romy."

"Nobody's like Romy," said Kieran with bitterness.

Lewis gave a tearful laugh. "But I know now," he went on. "I know I'm not
like him. If you ever told me you didn't want to do something, I wouldn't
do it. If you were every hurt I would kiss it better and look after you.
If..." He was garbling, his words beginning to trip over each other. He
stopped himself. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... please will you be my
boyfriend?"

"No," said Kieran. "I can't." He turned around to look through the living
room doorway at someone Lewis couldn't see.

A boy of ten approached the hallway warily. His face was round, and his
short black hair was spiked at the front. His nose looked slightly too
small for his face, making his pale blue eyes stand out all the more under
a perfect pair of slight but well-defined black eyebrows. A gentle natural
curl of his mouth gave him a semi-permanent smile.

"This is Chester," said Kieran. "I tried to do what you said. Find someone
my own age. So no, you can't be my boyfriend. Chester's my boyfriend now."
Kieran's words had an almost sullen edge to them.

Lewis was lost for words. There was no argument he could make. It was true
that he had told Kieran he should be with someone his own age. He felt the
rejection like a knife in his chest, though he knew he should be happy for
the boy. He deserved it, he supposed. The pain he felt only increased his
remorse at having caused Kieran anywhere near the same.

It was then that Chester, who had so far stayed silent, stepped up shyly
and whispered something into Kieran's ear.

Kieran was silent for a moment after the dark-haired boy finished speaking,
as if the new information required some re-evaluation of his plans. Lewis
was certain he could see the trace of a glint re-igniting in the nine-year-
old's eyes.

"Chester says," Kieran began carefully, "that he wouldn't mind if we would
all three do boyfriend stuff together."

Lewis was surprised. He had not expected that. He wasn't sure exactly what
the shy ten-year-old was suggesting, either. There was a moment's quiet.

"All together?" Lewis repeated.

Chester nodded vigorously.

"Like... right now?" he clarified.

Another nod.

Lewis' brain was in overdrive. A hundred instincts fired off and
contradicted each other in his mind, overwhelming him, trapping him. It
felt wrong to say yes. That wasn't why he had come. And yet he didn't want
to say no, either. The faint but detectable sparkle in Kieran's eyes was
drawing him in irresistibly. And Chester was studying him with an adorable
shy admiration. Was it wrong that he could feel nervous excitement rising
inside his chest?

Then, as the storm swirled, Lewis became aware of a single unassailable
thought rising above the rest. He felt his mind relax as his anxiety
started to clear like clouds after rain.

There was only one question that mattered.

"Do you want to?" he asked Kieran.

Perhaps Kieran should have stood his ground and carried on delivering the
punishment Lewis deserved. But Lewis' question was simple, and Kieran knew
the answer.

"Yes," he said.

Lewis and Kieran contemplated each other's faces. The atmosphere of sullen
melancholy was slowly but surely lifting. A deep understanding seemed to
pass between the two boys. They both knew that things were still
unresolved, and that this would not fix what had been broken. But they
knew, too, that they both wanted to do this, and that they wanted to do it
together. Words would have to wait.

Kieran glanced from Lewis to Chester and back, and his eyes regained their
full alluring glimmer.

There was a silence as the three of them each wondered in their own way
whether they were really doing this.

"Come on," grinned Kieran, taking charge. There was no going back now. He
grabbed the motionless fourteen-year-old by the arm and pulled him over the
doorstep into the house.

Chester mimicked Kieran's lead, taking hold of Lewis' other arm. Lewis
didn't resist even a little.

The two young boys knew where they wanted him. Together they positioned
Lewis so he was sitting in the middle of the couch, his legs slightly
apart. Their eyes glittered as they looked directly at the unmistakeable
tent in the teen boy's lap.

Lewis could almost feel the two pairs of boyish eyes fixed on him.

Kieran hung back, his reserve still not quite gone. "You do it," he invited
Chester.

"O... okay," stammered Chester. The little explorer was clearly nervous, but
he didn't let it stop him. He reached out both hands, searching for the
zipper on Lewis' fly.

Chester was struggling, the fastener evading his timid fingers.

Lifting his arm, Lewis nudged the stiff fabric just enough to ease the
little boy's task. His hand brushed against the ten-year-old's. Chester
looked up at him gratefully, and Lewis gave him a smile.

The zipper came down quickly as Chester's confidence increased. Then the
elastic waistband of Lewis' boxer briefs too. The boy was wasting no time.

Kieran's hand travelled instinctively to his crotch while he watched the
show.

Lewis was surprised that Chester did not hesitate after releasing the horny
teenage dick. As soon as the rock-hard boner was out of its confinement,
the ten-year-old's hand was resting on it, feeling its warmth.

"It's moving," Chester grinned, feeling it twitch.

"It likes you," confirmed Lewis.

It was Kieran's hand that began the jacking movement, joining Lewis' dick
from the other side. The more-experienced nine-year-old guided his friend's
fingers up and down.

The skin-on-skin-on-skin was slow and tingling. Lewis let himself relax
into the adrenaline-charged sensation.

When Kieran was satisfied that Chester had mastered the technique, he
pulled back his hand again. He fondled his junk through his clothes as he
let the shy black-haired youngster take charge.

Lewis noticed immediately that Kieran was taking a back seat again. "Okay,"
he spoke up. He was unused to giving the orders. But if he couldn't make
his reparations to Kieran in words, he could at least try to show him how
he felt. "My turn."

Ten-year-old Chester stopped his inexpert hand-job and looked at Lewis
inquiringly.

"Um... Take off your clothes," Lewis directed. It felt strange, but good,
telling the boys what to do.

Chester looked at Kieran for confirmation. The younger boy was already
pulling his T-shirt over his head. Chester followed suit.

The two preteens giggled at each other slightly as they stood facing each
other bare-chested. Lewis watched the show from the couch. He toyed with
his teenage boner, but didn't jerk off.

Two round little butts rose in the air as the two boys bent over. Chester's
shorts slipped off with ease, falling round his ankles in a little pile.
Kieran's sweatpants took longer to come off, but soon they too were lying
forgotten.

Now the pair were wearing only their socks and briefs. Kieran's underwear
was white, and the outline of his fierce little erection was clearly
visible. Chester had a cartoon character on his blue ones. They looked
slightly too small for him. His butt was rounder than Kieran's, though not
by much. His bulge adequately filled the tight little pouch, even though it
didn't look hard.

It was Chester who first leaned down to take off his socks. He was looking
in Lewis' direction as he did so, and he nearly lost his balance. The
movement of his body stretched his tight little undies, and Lewis just
barely glimpsed the little valley of skin where his thigh met his nutsack.
A drip of precum beaded at the tip of Lewis' waiting cock.

There was a pause as the two young stripteasers looked at each other.
Though Chester wasn't skinny, his abdomen had a more defined V-shape than
Kieran's, and his arms and legs were slightly narrower.

All three boys knew what must happen next.

With obvious trepidation Chester hooked a finger into his tight blue
waistband and began to lower it. More and more skin was revealed,
impossibly close and yet so far from the round little bulge below. At the
very last moment, he changed his mind. The elastic sprang back into place
as the finger withdrew.

Kieran took pity on his bashful friend. Evidently enjoying himself, he
knelt down in front of Chester and took the sides of the boy's briefs in
both hands. Gently he pulled, as Chester's eyes widened. A smooth little
boycock was fluidly revealed. Lewis could see that it was bigger than
Kieran's, and similarly uncircumcised. Chester's balls were also not
inconsiderable, so that although his timid dick was far from hard, his
combined package was impressive in size.

Chester stepped sideways to extricate his feet from his dropped briefs as
Kieran stood up again. Fully naked, he had nothing to lose. He copied
Kieran's gesture, kneeling to tug at the boy's tighty-whities. Unlike
Chester, Kieran was hard as a rock. His little boy dick snagged on the
waistband as Chester managed to ease it past.

Their task complete, the two boys turned simultaneously to face Lewis
again.

Lewis was almost as aroused by the sight of the two discarded little pairs
of briefs lying on the carpet as he was by the pair of nude boys in front
of him. He stood up, aware of his boner sticking up in front of him.

"Maybe... maybe lie on the couch side by side," he decided.

There was just enough room on the cushions for the two young bodies to lay
shoulder to shoulder down the length of the seat. Their naked forms nestled
closely against each other as they shuffled into position. Kieran was
wedged with his side against the back of the couch. Chester was pressed
closely against him so as not to fall off onto the floor.

Lewis grabbed a spare cushion, dropping it to the floor so he could kneel
on it. The two boys' dicks were right in front of him. Kieran's was
determinedly doing its thing, sticking vertically straight up. Chester's,
though it looked like it might have grown a little, was still hanging
softly.

With gentle fingers Lewis took the two boys' cocks, one with each hand. He
focused most of his attention on Chester at first, trying to stroke the
nervousness out from the little dicklet.

He could feel that it was working before he saw it. The delicate skin
shifted under his fingertips as its contents swelled. Chester's front
tensed as he lifted his head, craning to see what Lewis was doing.

Lewis admired Chester's developing boner, comparing it to Kieran's smaller
one. The ten-year-old's dick was slimmer, but longer. As it grew to full
hardness it took on a noticeable upward curve. The helmet was less
pronounced than Kieran's, and didn't bulge visibly under the skin.

In tandem Lewis stroked the two little dicks. Neither cock was yet big
enough for Lewis' habitual teen fist-jerk, and he massaged them up and down
with his fingers and thumbs instead. Since both boys were uncut, their
dick-skin slipped easily up and down their stiff shafts under Lewis's grip.

Remembering who he had come to apologise to, Lewis withdrew his hands. He
leaned forward to take Kieran's boystick into his mouth, tonguing it in a
passionate kiss. As he leant over to reach Kieran, his chest pressed onto
Chester's naked crotch, eliciting a breathless giggle.

If Chester was disappointed that the hand-party was over, it didn't worry
him long. He watched with excited disbelief as fourteen-year-old Lewis
licked his friend's little cock. It didn't take a genius to figure out that
he was next, and his small boner tingled with anticipation.

There was just enough room in Lewis' mouth for him to circle his tongue all
the way around Kieran's hot little shaft. That done, he finally withdrew
his head. On impulse, he kissed Kieran gently on his balls before
retreating.

Chester knew what was coming. He closed his eyes tight. He thought he was
ready, but he wasn't. A high-pitched, totally unintentional little moan
escaped his lips as hot wet teen tongue enrobed him.

"Nnn!"

The taste was different from Kieran's too, as if Chester's tool had been
cleaned with warm vanilla soap and smoky china tea.

Kieran's arm was buried tightly between his body and Chester's. Hearing the
little squeal, his hand found the ten-year-old's and squeezed it.

Truth be told, Kieran was jealous of Lewis making Chester feel this way.
Chester had been his boyfriend first, after all. He waited patiently for
Lewis to finish sampling the boy's little cock. Then, quickly and cheekily,
he made his move. He rolled sideways on top of Chester, inserting his body
between the two boys. Now if Lewis wanted to get to Chester, he had to go
through Kieran's butt.

"Oi!" laughed Lewis.

Kieran's hard dick was now grinding against the cock of the ten-year-old
underneath him, and the two were face to face. He pecked Chester quickly on
the lips, then shuffled downwards. Soon he arrived at his prize. He licked
Chester's boy dick up and down seductively before he took it into his
mouth, sucking on it like candy as if trying to prove he could do it better
than Lewis.

Chester may have been inexperienced, but he knew he wanted to repay Lewis'
attentions. The fourteen-year-old was still kneeling beside the couch, his
dick protruding from his underwear.

So after a moment, when Chester had caught his breath, Lewis was surprised
to feel a hand wrapping itself around his boner. He would have assumed it
was Kieran's, but for the fact that he could clearly see both the nine-
year-old's hands clutching Chester's hips. He looked at Chester and smiled
wide.

Thanks to the jolts Kieran was sending racking through his body, Chester's
already inexpert technique was even more clumsy. That didn't mean it was
ineffective, though. The foreplay had been quite enough to get the
fourteen-year-old ready and raring. Now, the feeling was sweet relief to
his throbbing cock, which had strained almost untouched as he pleasured the
younger boys.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Lewis managed through the tightness in his chest.
The broken, unrhythmic movement made it impossible to tell when he was
going to explode. The fumbling hand-job could almost have been the work of
an expert cock-teaser, bringing him teetering to the brink then backing off
at just the right moment to leave him gasping for more.

With a gasp, he finally froze in Chester's hand. The little kid couldn't
have known what to expect, and his hand kept stroking the trembling cock.

It was too much for Lewis. His cum burst out, splattering the surprised
little boy's chest.

The ten-year-old did stop then, looking wide-eyed at the pulsing, satiated
teenage dick in his hand.

Three squirts made three distinct lines across Chester's front; a final
trickle emerged slowly onto the boy's still clutching fingers.

There was silence as Lewis' boner drained its last few drops, the only
sound the quiet lapping of Kieran still going down eagerly on the other
boy's cock.

"Your stuff got on me," said Chester in disbelief. "That's icky."

Kieran had been unaware of what was going on, and now he picked up his
head, feeling left out. He looked with comprehension at the spunk-trails on
the bare chest and stomach in front of him.

"It's not icky, Chess," he said. "That's what boys do when they grow up."

Chester looked unconvinced.

"It's nice," Kieran claimed. As if to prove it, he bent forward and licked
up the shortest of the three trails of cum from Chester's naked torso.

Now it was Lewis' turn to be disbelieving, as he watched the nine-year-old
eat his still-warm fourteen-year-old jizz from where it had fallen on the
other boy's body.

"That tickles," complained Chester.

Kieran didn't stop until Chester's skin was wiped completely clean of cum.
Then he raised his head in defiance, challenging the ten-year-old to
disagree with him.

Chester said nothing. After the display, he was suddenly curious about the
taste of the sticky liquid Kieran seemed to relish so much. He was upset
for a moment that it was all gone. Suddenly he remembered his hand, which
still carried the last dribbling remains of Lewis' gift.

He lifted his fingers to his nose, giving a tentative sniff. It wasn't a
strong smell, but it was distinctive, like washing soda in warm soapy
water.

Chester looked at Lewis. Then he took the plunge and licked his first ever
taste of cum from his hand. It tingled slightly on his tongue.

"It's... funny," was all he could think of to say. It wasn't unpleasant, but
in truth he wasn't sure what all the fuss was about.

Chester was a smart boy, though. He caught the quiet, devoted look that
passed between Kieran and Lewis, and thought he understood some of what
made the younger boy like the taste so much.

Kieran leaned over to Lewis for a kiss, their disagreement temporarily
forgotten. The taste of teenage jizz still hung on his tongue as it plunged
between the fourteen-year-old's lips.

***

NEXT TIME ON WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND:

Where do Kieran and Lewis stand now? Lewis had only just started to get his
thoughts in order, and his visit to Kieran's may have made things more
confusing, not less. Will they ever be able to go back to the way things
were?

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