Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2017 16:00:21 -0400 From: Neo Subject: "Will you be my boyfriend?" Chapter 8 Author's note: The Nifty archive is supported by donations. My thanks go out to everyone who has contributed to allow us all to enjoy reading and sharing our stories. Special acknowledgements this time to the readers who furnished some of the ideas for this chapter. If you have commented, even if you don't recognise your input in the story, I can assure you that your thoughts have shaped my writing. Thank you all. On with the story! Neo. hello_neo@protonmail.com *** EPISODE EIGHT At first, it felt like just another morning. Then, with a burst of happy relaxation, Lewis' slowly-waking mind remembered it was Sunday, and his parents were away. It wasn't until he was awake enough to feel the warm pair of arms wrapped around his middle that he remembered just how great of a morning it really was. Waking up next to Kieran was, without a doubt, the greatest feeling Lewis had ever experienced in his life. From the warm embrace of sleep, he was welcomed back into the waking world by the warm embrace of something even better. He lay for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his boyfriend's body curled up next to him. "I love you, Kieran," he said softly, looking into the sleeping boy's face on the pillow beside him. Kieran opened his eyes, then opened them wider. "I love you too, Lewis." "You're awake?" Lewis felt himself start to blush. He hadn't thought Kieran would hear him. "I was waiting for you to wake up." "Oh. Well it's true," Lewis confessed, his cheeks reddening. There was no reason to deny it. "I love you. Waking up with you in my bed is the best thing in the world." "I can tell," said Kieran with a glint in his eye, looking pointedly at Lewis' morning boner. Both boys were naked, and the hard fourteen-year-old dick made a prominent tent in the sheets. "That... that's not what I meant," protested Lewis. "It always does that." But it was too late. Kieran had already dived under the covers. "I'm gonna have cum for breakfast," Kieran said. Without further ado the nine-year-old began sucking hungrily on the head of Lewis' rigid cock. The sheets bobbed up and down as the boy's head moved. Lewis was well and truly awake now. He peeled back the covers. "Wait," Lewis said. "Shift over." He gestured with his body where Kieran should position himself. Kieran moved so that he was kneeling either side of Lewis' shoulders. It was the exact same position in which he had last sucked Lewis' dick, except this time, he was naked. Lewis' field of view was filled with Kieran's crotch. He had to lift his head up slightly to reach the little boy cock that hung there. It was semi- hard, and grew immediately harder when Lewis' lips brushed against it. Kieran bent his head down to kiss Lewis' helmet again. "Is this a sixty-nine?" Kieran asked. "Yep," Lewis confirmed. The question surprised him. Kieran usually seemed to be the more experienced one. "I thought so," said Kieran happily, before lowering his head with focussed attention to his task. He moved simply at first, applying gentle pressure with his lips so that the skin moved up and down Lewis' rigid shaft. "Bend down a bit," said Lewis, trying to reach the prize above his head. "Mmmhpmh," apologised Kieran through a mouthful of teen dick. He shifted his knees, letting his rear end drop slightly. "That's better," Lewis tried to say, though his words too were slightly stifled by his faceful of preteen boy crotch. He gave up on trying to talk and just opened his mouth to let the little cock in. Lewis had missed the sweet, dirty-clean taste. He swirled his tongue around, bathing Kieran's dick and enjoying its hard, springy resistance. The nine-year-old's little balls were pressed right up against Lewis' nose. He breathed in their faint fresh boy smell, closing his eyes blissfully. As they settled into a rhythm, Lewis and Kieran moved slowly and simultaneously. The sensation was unlike anything Lewis had felt before. As he moved his lips down the hard little boner in his mouth, pulling gently at the skin, he felt Kieran's lips move in answer down his own teenage shaft. He couldn't feel where his body ended and Kieran's began. It was as if they were the same person. With Kieran on top, Lewis had to strain slightly upwards to take Kieran's dick all the way into his mouth. Instinctively he reached his arms upwards and embraced the boy's body, pulling it downward. The length of Kieran's torso pressed against Lewis' own. Lewis' young adolescent cock was well trained in its morning drill, and in Kieran's hot little mouth it was taking even less time than usual for him to feel more than ready to release the night's build-up of spunk. Unable to talk through his rigid mouthful of boy-cock, Lewis had only one way to communicate with Kieran. He pulled his boyfriend gently closer to him, increasing the speed and pressure of his sucking motions. Kieran responded immediately, sensing the older boy's need for release. His head began to move further and faster, retreating almost to the top of the fourteen-year-old dick and then taking it all back in with firm pressure. The warm, wet embrace of Kieran's lips on his rock-hard helmet sent Lewis exactly where he needed to be. Lewis' body began gradually to stiffen. Without meaning to slowed his own attentions to Kieran almost to a stop as he felt the paralyzing spark start to spread outward from his centre. Kieran kept right on going, only varying his speed in order to flick his tongue from time to time over the semi-exposed head of Lewis' cock. Lewis' arms tightened devotedly around Kieran. Even his mouth was motionless, desperately trying to swallow Kieran's little cock. He felt the weight of the nine-year-old's body on top of him as his back arched slightly, lifting him from the bed. "Mhhhn," came his gasp, stifled almost entirely by the taste of boy in his mouth and nose. He convulsed, his arms instinctively tugging at the boy on top of him as his morning boner began to release its pent-up energy. Kieran stopped moving and started swallowing. Lewis felt his hot, quick, morning jets of cum travel from him to his boyfriend with loving satisfaction. His task complete, Kieran rolled over and lay flat on his back next to Lewis with his arms behind his head. Lewis felt the nine-year-old's still-rigid little cock slip out from his lips and watched it point straight upwards where Kieran lay. Immediately, he rolled over on top of the younger boy, chasing his prize. Now they were in the same sixty-nine position only upside-down. In this orientation it was much easier for Lewis to move his head, and he dived with relish onto the preteen boy-shaft. "You're so nice to me, Lewis," said Kieran. "R... nobody ever cared if I felt good before." Not wanting to let the little boy out of his mouth even for a moment, Lewis responded by finding Kieran's hand and taking it in his own. He held it for a long time, sucking his boyfriend longingly and devotedly. "It feels really good," marvelled Kieran, as Lewis put everything he had into caressing the stiff boy-tool. "I... I..." He tried to form a sentence, but as he spoke his frame began to tense. The words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath, so that Lewis never found out what the nine-year-old was going to say next. "Ahhhhhhhhh," Kieran breathed heavily instead, his little hips bucking gently in the older boy's mouth. Lewis still had Kieran's hand in his, and he felt the little boy's orgasm travel like a shockwave through his fingers. He squeezed back in response. Then he lay, his head resting slightly against Kieran's stomach, the boy's dick still wrapped in his mouth. "I love you," said Kieran. Lewis gave one last answering lick. There was a long, happy, warm morning silence. "I need to pee," put in Kieran eventually, beginning to get up, so that his now softening dicklet slipped from Lewis' mouth. "Want to come?" "I need a rest," laughed Lewis. "Okay," Kieran grinned. "Tell me where to go then." "It's the next door outside my room," Lewis said. Kieran walked across the room nakedly. Lewis sat up slightly in the bed so he could admire the boy's round little butt. While Kieran was gone, Lewis took the opportunity to check his phone. There was a photo of Alex with a few friends Lewis knew, and one or two that he didn't. Alex had circled a pair in the front who Lewis recognised. "Is that Becca and Damien?" Lewis texted. "They finally hooked up?" It was a few moments before Alex replied. "Yep. Aren't they cute?" Lewis looked at the picture of his two schoolmates kissing for the camera. "So cute," he texted back, feeling a pang of jealousy at the way the couple were showing off their new relationship. "Damien won't stop talking about it. He's been crushing on her for years. But you'll never guess what Michelle said, though," Alex went on. "What?" "She said that Becca told her that she secretly has a thing for Marcus too." "Marcus? The football player? All the girls like Marcus." "Yeah, but Becca's getting popular. He's not out of her league." "She better not break Damien's heart." Lewis could feel himself getting invested in the teen drama. "I know, right." There was a pause before Alex's next message came through. "Where were you anyway, buddy? Denver was there." "Yeah... Me and Denver don't really talk anymore," Lewis evaded. "What happened there?" "Nothing." "But you two did hook up, right?" Alex asked. Lewis didn't reply immediately. "I knew it!" Alex sent, reading into Lewis' silence. "I've always wanted a gay best friend," he joked. "That's awesome, buddy." Another pause, in which Lewis still didn't reply. "I'm sorry if it didn't work out between you two," Alex sympathised. "Now that we're talking about it you have to tell me, though! Who do you like at school? Do you know Lucas? He's pretty good-looking, right? And Becca said she overheard him talking one time and she's pretty sure he's gay." Lewis was overwhelmed by the questions. "I guess," he texted back. He realised immediately after sending it that by not issuing a denial, he was basically confirming Alex's assessment. He had never exactly come out to anyone, but he had always figured that Alex somehow knew he was gay anyway. It wasn't something he had ever particularly worried about. Still, it was a strange feeling knowing that it was out in the open now. "Come on, buddy," came Alex's reply. "There has to be someone." "Not really," sent Lewis awkwardly. "Oh my god, there is someone, isn't there? Before you met Denver you were really distant. Was there someone back then? Is that where you went that time when you made me cover for you? Are you having a secret gay love affair?" Alex teased. Lewis heard the sound of approaching boy-footsteps. "I gotta go, Alex," he texted. Kieran was naked and smiling as he opened the door. His face changed as he saw Lewis. "What's wrong?" he asked. Lewis hadn't realised the extent to which his troubled thoughts were visible on his face. "It's nothing," he said. "Okay," Kieran answered simply, climbing back up to sit on the bed. It was the fact that Kieran didn't push him the way Alex had that made Lewis reconsider. He might not be able to be open with Alex about his relationship, but there was no reason he couldn't be honest with Kieran. The thought was a happy, peaceful one. "Actually, it is something," Lewis began. "I... I met Chester, right?" "Yeah you did," Kieran grinned pointedly, wondering where this was going. "So I've met one of your friends. I wish we could hang out with people from my school. I wish we could be like a proper couple. Go on dates and go to parties together and stuff. And I wish you could meet my friends." "What about that guy you said you did stuff with? I bet he'd like me," Kieran said provocatively. "No," said Lewis immediately. "You are not meeting Denver. Not ever." Kieran was about to ask why, but he saw the look in Lewis' eye. He understood it instinctively. He reached for Lewis' hand and held it for a long moment. "I want to be a good boyfriend, Lewis." "You are. You're more than good. You're perfect." Lewis was confused. He loved Kieran more than anything. But he felt an undeniable, uninvited craving to have what his friends had, too. The unspoken thoughts formed a painful, uncomfortable silence. After a while, Kieran spoke up. "We could go on a date." "Right now?" Lewis said, confused. "We're already together. You're right here." He reached out an arm and tickled his boyfriend ever so slightly to prove it. "Stop it," Kieran giggled. "I mean like, go out. We could go to the movies." "What if people see us?" Lewis worried. "Wouldn't they think it was weird?" "All kinds of people go to the movies. They'd just think we were brothers or something." "Nuh-uh," said Lewis. "You wouldn't do this to your brother." He rolled over and kissed the sweet preteen on the lips. The second their mouths touched, he realised what he had said. He broke away immediately. "Oh god," he apologised, "I'm sorry. I didn't..." Kieran didn't say anything. There was another agonising, unending silence. "Kieran?" Lewis asked quietly. The nine-year-old wouldn't look him in the eye. The silence was like a wall between the two boys. "It's okay, Kieran," Lewis tried to comfort the nine-year-old. More silence. Then, quietly, flatly: "It's not okay." A long pause. "It's not okay. You don't want me. You don't want me because Romy made me dirty. And you don't want me because I'm not old enough for you. Because I can't do grown-up things with your grown-up friends." Lewis felt like crying. He felt like throwing his arms around Kieran, but he wasn't sure if that was okay. The naked nine-year-old seemed so vulnerable, so hurt, so cut-off. It would have been unforgiveable to touch him; unconscionable not to hold him. A heavy teardrop welled in Lewis' eye, then scarred his cheek like a blunt knife. There was nothing he could say. The two boys sat side by side on the bed. Lewis looked at Kieran. Kieran looked at nothing. Kieran's freckled cheeks looked like motionless raindrops on a stormy window. Like lonely footprints on a windswept moor. Lewis' mind was buffeted back to that painful morning when he had stood on Kieran's doorstep, hunting for the right words to beg the boy to take him back. He had failed. Kieran was gone. There was nothing he could do. But the lonely footsteps led somewhere. They led to a break in the cloud, a single, clear thought. "Kieran? Can I hold you?" It was the only question that mattered. Lewis could hear the salt tang of his own tears in his voice. The pause after that felt longer to Lewis than all of the time that had ever been measured by clocks. Tick. Tick. Kieran nodded. Slowly, softly, without turning his head, he nodded. Gently, Lewis shifted himself closer, as if to warm his boyfriend's heart with his body heat. He laid his arm gently around the younger boy and wrapped him close. It didn't matter that Kieran was naked. Warily, Kieran allowed his head to rest against the teen. His hair brushed electrically against Lewis' arm, shattering the invisible barrier between them. "I love you, Kieran," Lewis said. He searched desperately for the words to answer Kieran's painful fears. What could he say? How could he express it? "I love you," he repeated, hopelessly. Where were the words to tell Kieran how much he did want him? "I love you." There were no other words left in the dictionary. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Lewis' gentle embrace said all the words he couldn't find. The nine-year-old snaked his arms around him and held him tight in answer. It was a long time before either of them was capable of moving. "You're the only thing I want, Kieran. I'm sorry if I didn't show it properly. I love you so much it makes me stupid, remember?" Kieran didn't speak, but his eyes did. "And that date sounds perfect," Lewis went on. The silence was more comfortable now. "We should get dressed," said Lewis tentatively. "I need some breakfast." Kieran's position, leaning against Lewis' side, meant his quiet brown eyes were directed right into the fourteen-year-old's lap. "I already had mine," he said straightforwardly, looking down at the now-timid teen cock that had fed him his morning meal. The joke brought the beginnings of a smile back to his face. "But I could have brunch." Lewis climbed out of the bed, going to the drawer to pick out clean underwear and clothes. In the mirror, he saw Kieran's naked reflection behind him. He turned to look. The younger boy's smile was gradually broadening. Lewis' eyes travelled in a straight line down the nine-year- old's navel to see that the little boy-cock was rising rapidly to rigid attention at the same time. "You cheered up quickly, boyfriend," Lewis commented cautiously. Kieran was silent for a second, now grinning broadly. His boy-tool was rock-hard and bobbing slightly of its own accord. "Lewis," he started. "I didn't bring any clean underwear. And mine are..." Lewis followed Kieran's gaze to where their two pairs of discarded underwear lay on the floor from the previous night. Kieran had used his white briefs to wipe up Lewis' dried cum. Now they were visibly marked with clear dried streaks. Lewis knew where the little boy's mind was going. He felt his own adolescent cock start to rise inside his tight clean boxers too. "I guess I'll just have to wear them again," grinned Kieran. "Gross, huh?" "Oh yeah," agreed Lewis, transfixed. "Totally gross." The huge bulge in his boxers was more than enough to prove he thought it was anything but. The little boy picked up the briefs with glee and slipped them on. His excited little dick made an eager tent in the slightly-stained white front- fabric. He rubbed at it, displacing the miniature pyramid momentarily. "My other clothes are downstairs," Kieran said. Lewis couldn't say a word. He was staring at his dried cum all over Kieran's package. "I'll see you down there," the spunk-clad nine-year-old continued. "Su.. sure," Lewis managed. He picked out his T-shirt and jeans absently, his mind on other things. The thought of his teen jizz cradling Kieran's warm little boy-crotch kept Lewis in a state of permanent semi-hardness the entire day. It was worst as they walked through the busy street to the movie theatre. Kieran kept shooting him knowing glances, enjoying the dirty secret that the passers-by would never guess at. Lewis could almost feel the precum pouring into his underwear. During the movie, though, he almost forgot it. It was sheer affection that mostly filled his mind as the two love-struck boys sat side by side enjoying their date. In the darkened room, Lewis could hold Kieran's hand the entire time without anyone spotting them. He was on a date with his boyfriend! It felt like everything he had imagined it would, and yet totally different, like a black-and-white picture suddenly filled in with more colours than he knew existed. Lewis had been worried that the daydreams of dating he had grown up with wouldn't go away, would draw him to always crave the teen romance his schoolmates had. Now he was starting to realise that maybe all those daydreams had really been about Kieran all along. Once, about halfway through, Lewis noticed Kieran darting a look around him, checking to see who was watching. Lewis looked over curiously. Quickly, Kieran leaned over and gave him a short but devoted kiss. His lips tasted like long-held fantasies and undreamed-of thrills. Lewis felt a fearful excitement knowing they were surrounded by unobserving witnesses. "Now you can take me back home and kiss me goodnight on my doorstep," said Kieran after the movie was over. "That sounds perfect," said Lewis, besotted with affection and gratitude. Kieran was doing his utmost to give him a proper perfect date, and Lewis appreciated it more than he could possibly express. They sat for a moment longer, listening to the credits music as people stood up and stretched around them. Lewis's eye was caught by the obvious lump in Kieran's lap. He looked at it pointedly with mock surprise. "I can't help it!" Kieran defended himself. Then he leaned over to whisper in Lewis' ear. "It knows your cum is on it." A hungry pause. "You know," said Lewis's teen horniness, "my parents don't get back till Monday. You don't have to go home. You could come back to mine." "I don't have clean clothes, though," said Kieran. "And I don't know when my mum will get home." "Oh," conceded Lewis, disappointed. "We'll go back and see," Kieran reassured him. "Sometimes she leaves a note. And I can pick up clean clothes and stuff." They had to take a round-about route, walking first to fetch their bikes, then riding to Kieran's home. It still seemed deserted. "Wait there," Kieran instructed, unlocking the door and disappearing inside. It was a few minutes before Kieran reappeared. Lewis looked around at the empty street. Birds were singing in the grey twilit gardens. "Okay," Kieran said. He emerged from the doorway in different clothes, a soft red hoody keeping him warm in the cooler evening air. He was stuffing a few last items into his front pocket. "And your mum?" Lewis asked. "Here," Kieran said, handing him a scrap of paper. "Baby," it read. "Sorry I missed u. Back on Tues. Dev says hi. Tuna in kitchen." "It's like you're the cat and she just popped home to remember to feed you," said Lewis contemptuously. "It's okay," Kieran reassured him. "It's better when she's not here anyway. She brings her boyfriends. She picks bad boyfriends." "Do they... do they hurt you?" Lewis asked with trepidation. "Sometimes," Kieran shrugged. Lewis stepped forward and threw his arms around the nine-year-old. "I love you, Kieran," he said. "I wish I could keep you safe from everyone." "Except you," Kieran reminded him cheekily. "Except me," Lewis agreed. He went to pick up his bike. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to leave this place. "Wait," said Kieran. "What?" "You have to kiss me goodnight after our date." "I thought you were coming with me?" Lewis questioned, confused and worried again. "I am," Kieran confirmed. "But I still want to do it." Lewis couldn't help feeling a little silly, but he stepped up to the door anyway. "Thank you, Kieran," he said. "I had a wonderful time tonight." And he meant it. The date was a simple gesture, but it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for him. He leaned in and closed his eyes. Immediately he felt Kieran's lips against his own, cool in the fresh outdoor air. The moment might have lasted longer if it had been a real goodbye. In reality, neither of them wanted to linger. They grasped at romance, but circumstance clutched it back. "Okay," Kieran said. "Now we can go." "Let's order pizza before we set off," said Lewis. "Then we won't have to wait so long for it." It was a smart plan. By the time they arrived back at Lewis', they only had a few minutes to wait before the food arrived. They sat in the living room eating contentedly. "Movie and pizza," said Lewis. "That's a pretty great date. You know how to show a guy a good time." "The pizza was your idea," Kieran reminded him. A pause. "But I do know how to show a guy a good time." Lewis almost choked on his mouthful. "Oh yeah?" "Hurry up and finish," Kieran encouraged him. Lewis tried to eat the slice faster, but Kieran got bored of waiting. He shifted over and started to unbutton Lewis' jeans. Suddenly the pizza seemed less important. Lewis dropped his half-finished piece back into the box, his eyes riveted on Kieran. "Lay back," said Kieran. Lewis obeyed. He felt Kieran's hands pulling his jeans down to his ankles. His dick, which had been far from his mind as he ate, was now growing steadily. By the time Kieran's hands returned to the orange waistband of Lewis' boxer briefs there was a sizeable bulge distorting it. "Your skin pulls all the way back, right?" Kieran asked, as he carefully tugged down Lewis' underwear. "Yes," Lewis answered. He was uncut, but he had always been able to fully expose the head of his cock from its foreskin covering. "Why?" "Me too," said Kieran. "It used to hurt, but not anymore." As Kieran spoke, he put his hand into the front pocket of his hoody, coming out with a slim bottle of clear liquid. Lewis was ready to burst with inquisitive anticipation. "Why? What are you doing? What is that?" His dick was free now, and it lifted and jumped against his stomach as his curiosity twitched. Kieran just smiled. With one hand he grasped his fourteen-year-old boyfriend's skyward-jumping shaft, holding it still. Then, carefully he moved his fingers downward. Lewis felt the familiar tightness of skin as the sheath slipped away from his swollen helmet and anchored itself beneath the firm mushroom-ridge. It felt odd having someone else do it. He could sense the faint trace of Kieran's breath moving cool air over the sensitive skin. With difficulty, Kieran used his free hand and his teeth to unclip the lid of the bottle he held. Then he carefully positioned it over the exposed pink tip of Lewis' dick, letting the baby oil pour out in a thin slick stream. The bottle had been warm in Kieran's pocket, and the silky oil had no trace of coldness. Lewis could feel it trickling, tickling over the delicate skin of his hot helmet, but it didn't feel wet, exactly. It was only when Kieran's hand wrapped tightly around the lubricated teen cock-head that Lewis' curiosity turned to incredulous understanding. "How are you doing that?" he gasped. It had never occurred to him to stroke the exposed, tender skin of his glans before. The simple rubbing of his foreskin over it had always been enough. Kieran's slick oiled hand was creating a friction that was totally, utterly, unbelievably new. It was almost too much for Lewis to take. "Slowly," he managed. Kieran's side-by-side fingers formed little ridges that travelled one by one over the sharp sensitive edge at the base of Lewis' cock-helmet. Each finger was a new injection of concentrated, focused, unimaginable pleasure for the fourteen-year-old. At the same time, the younger boy's palm rubbed firmly over the delicate tight pinprick where the skin came to a point on the underside of the swollen dick-tip, sending deeper waves of pleasure down the shaft. There was a cold interruption in the sensation was Kieran paused to apply more baby oil. Immediately, Lewis' dick felt bereft, robbed of an ecstasy it had only just discovered it could feel. "Don't stop!" Lewis begged. Kieran ran his oiled finger lightly around the hard helmet-ridge before finally acceding to the teen boy's plea. The warm hand was sweet relief, and Lewis let out a quiet, breathless moan. It was a strange kind of torture for the fourteen-year-old. The fierce stimulation filled him with desperation to beat at his shaft furiously, the way he had always done. And yet the small, sharp friction against his slick, delicate helmet was a better, more powerful sensation than anything he had experienced before, if only he could stay balanced on its lofty knife-edge. "Annh," he breathed, as nine-year-old fingers scraped silkily over his slick skin again. He realised he was dripping precum faster than he ever had before. His clear teen boy juices were mixing with Kieran's baby oil, lubricating the preteen's fingers even more. "Ohhhh fuck," Lewis gasped. "Fuck! Yes! Keep doing that!" Kieran grinned proudly. This was a new side of Lewis, and he liked it a lot. "Mmmnnnnnhhhhh!" Lewis barely managed to moan, his voice sliding up in pitch as his vocal chords tensed. There was no time to pour more baby oil from the bottle. Kieran leaned forward and let a strand of spit fall from his mouth onto the polished teen pole. It mixed with the precum and oil on the burning helmet, letting the nine-year-old speed up his hand-strokes for the final sprint. He accelerated until the very last moment, until he felt his boyfriend's entire body travel, paralyzed, into the tip of his cock. Then Kieran stopped, his grip still tight, and watched the fireworks. "Ohhhhhhhhh," Lewis let out. The tone of his voice had dropped again to a deepening moan. As the sound left his lips a bolt of cum shot high in the air from his shining, motionless cock-head. The helmet pulsed almost visibly as the surge of pleasure travelled through it. "Mmmh. Kieran." Lewis carried on moaning deeply, involuntarily, as jets shot from him. The first three shot so high they missed him completely as they landed. The next left a long pleasure-trail down his shirt. Kieran's hand kept pressing firmly as two, three, four more diminishing pulses squirted out, mixing with the slick lubrication, decorating the little-boy- fingers. Lewis breathed quickly, deeply, brokenly. "How..." he panted. "How... did you... do that?" "I told you I knew how to show you a good time." Kieran released his grip slightly, letting Lewis' foreskin slip back into place. He slid his fingers ever so gently along the spent shaft, slippery with teen boy cum. It was hypersensitive agony for Lewis, like being deeply, impossibly in love. "Stop," he begged. Kieran lifted his hand immediately. The sensation stopped, and Lewis realised he wasn't sure he had really wanted it to. Lewis lay in disbelief, as if he had just learned an earth-shattering truth about the universe that meant life would never be the same again. "Come on," said Kieran eventually. "You need a shower." Lewis rose to his feet falteringly. Kieran's hand found the fourteen-year-old's sticky, slick, still-sensitive boy cock once more. He tugged at it, leading his boyfriend towards the stairs. *** NEXT TIME ON WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND: Lewis is still upset that he can't share the truth with his good friend Alex. But Alex may surprise him. Meanwhile, whatever happened to Kieran's one-time boyfriend Chester? hello_neo@protonmail.com