Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2017 07:57:02 -0400 From: Neo Subject: "Will you by my boyfriend?" Chapter 9 Author's note: I hope you have enjoyed reading about Lewis and Kieran. I certainly enjoyed creating them. This will be the final chapter, for this story at least. Thanks to everyone who has followed the journey. Your kind comments, criticisms and encouragements have been wonderful. Many thanks to everyone who donates to keep the Nifty archive running. It's been a pleasure to become part of the writing community here. Neo. hello_neo@protonmail.com *** EPISODE NINE "Alex? What are you doing here?" "Lewis! Hey. Uh... I was looking for you." Lewis was just reaching the front door of his house after school. "Oh," he said. "I had practice. But it let out early." He was looking forward to an extra half hour spent playing games in front of the TV. "So here I am. What did you want?" "Um... it can wait, actually. It's not important." "You came all the way over here to tell me that?" Lewis laughed. "Uh... I guess," Alex admitted. "Never mind." "Well since you're here, you wanna come in?" "Um... okay." "Are you okay? You're being kinda weird," Lewis asked his friend, opening the door. He caught sight of his mother through the living room doorway. "Hi mum," he called. "Alex is here." Barbara looked hurried. She straightened a sofa cushion, turning to greet the boys. "Hi, Alex!" she said, brightly. She turned back to the couch and fluffed the same cushion she had just put down. "Nice to see you." A pause. "Will you be staying for dinner?" Alex looked slightly panicked. "Um... no, I don't think so, thank you. That's very kind of you." Lewis shot Alex a curious look as he led the way upstairs to his room. He would have paid more attention to his friend's stalling, awkward conversation, but there was something on his own mind, too. "Alex?" he began, after some thought. "You know with... dating people? What do you think about age difference? Like... how much difference is too much difference?" Alex had started to look oddly pale. "Um...," he started stutteringly. "I don't know... I guess it's not that important, right?" "So like," Lewis went on, "five years, say. Is that too much?" "No," said Alex carefully, "I guess I would say that's okay." In his relief, Lewis barely noticed his friend's sickly demeanour. "Good," he said. "Because there's something I wanted to tell you." "There is?" Alex started to look a bit more human. "Yeah... you know when you were asking if I was seeing someone?" The colour returned to Alex's cheeks. "You are!" he said with a hint of triumph. "I knew it. You big gayboy. And you didn't want to tell me because he's older than you?" "Younger," Lewis admitted. "Younger?" A momentary pause. "Five years younger? That would make him, what, nine?" Dude..." Alex hesitated, then seemed to remember himself. "Dude, that's nothing. So long as you guys are happy." "We are," Lewis said, his mind wandering blissfully. "Wow," said Alex, seeing Lewis' face. "You really are, aren't you?" It took Lewis a moment to swim back from his daydream. "Alex?" "Yeah?" "Could I... could I introduce him to you? I... I want my boyfriend to meet my friends." "Um..." Alex thought about it. "Sure. I would love that." "That's awesome," Lewis said, thrilled. "He's called Kieran. He's the best." "Jesus, Lewis, you're crazy about this kid, aren't you?" "Yes," nodded Lewis happily. "I was so scared you would think it was weird. I wanted to tell you, but... you know. You're a good friend, Alex." "Yeah. Well." A pause. "Each to their own, I guess." Alex wore a very thoughtful look on his face. *** It was at Kieran's house that the three met up. Lewis had been excited right up until the moment, talking about it so much he sounded like a stuck record. He had imagined in his head over and over again how he would introduce Kieran to Alex. What Alex would say. Whether the two of them would like each other. The one thing that hadn't figured in his anxious imaginings was being late. His mother had chosen that day to keep the closest of eyes on his chores. By the time Lewis finally managed to get out of the house, he was frantic with impatience. "Hi, Lewis," said Alex, opening the door to Kieran's house as Lewis pulled up outside. "You met him already?" Lewis said, disappointed but excited. "I did," said Alex. "He's great. We're friends already." "He's trying to beat my score," said Kieran, appearing in the hallway with his game controller still in his hand. "He wishes. Eat my dust, you noob," he taunted Alex companionably. "Hey, I'm still learning this game!" Alex defended himself. "How about you and me on a team against Lewis?" Kieran asked his new buddy. He glanced at his boyfriend with a grin. "Fine," Lewis agreed resignedly. "But you better go easy." He made his way inside to join the game. "So you like him?" he asked Alex. "Relax, buddy. Of course I like him." "This is so great," Lewis couldn't help saying, as he sat down on the couch between his two best friends. He put his arm around Kieran. The three boys played round after round, getting better each time as they learned each other's tactics. "We rock!" Alex cheered, turning to high-five Kieran. A sound from the doorway interrupted the game. "Did you hear that?" Lewis asked. A look of worry crossed Kieran's face. Sensing his concern, Lewis got up and moved tentatively to the doorway. The light in the hallway brightened unmistakeably as the front door opened. The intruder looked at Lewis. "You again." Kieran shrank visibly. Alex remained where he was, sitting attentively. The game, paused mid-explosion, glowed on the TV screen. "Romy," Lewis answered, his heart sinking. "Remember me?" Romy asked. "I did some thinking. That video... There never was a video, was there?" The dead weight in Lewis chest plummeted even further. Romy had seen through the trick. "There was," he tried desperately. "You saw me film it." "I saw you hold up a phone," Romy said. "If there's a video, prove it. Show me." There was a panicked silence as Lewis cast around for a way out. He couldn't show Romy the incriminating video. The older teen was right: it had never existed. Without any proof, how could he ever make sure Kieran was protected against his abusive brother? Romy must have seen the frantic dismay that was close to bringing tears to Lewis' eyes. "Here's what's going to happen," growled Kieran's brother to Lewis, slipping easily into the position of power. "You're going to pull down your pants, right here, and I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Teach you to mess with me. Then you're going to pull down my sweet little brother's pants, and I'm going to fuck him in the ass too while you watch." Romy paused, thinking. "And then I'm going to take your phone, snap it in half, and shove that up your ass too. You got all that?" "I think so," interrupted Alex's voice. He had got up, alarmed, on hearing Romy's tirade. "Pants, ass, little boy pants, little boy ass, phone, more ass. Right?" "Who the hell are you?" demanded Romy. "This is my friend Alex," said Kieran. Lewis felt a warm glow, despite his tense state of fear, at the nine-year- old's words. "Oh, your friend, huh?" Romy said to his younger brother. "What are you, fucking all the neighbour boys now, squirt?" Kieran shrivelled. "Wait..." Alex interrupted. "I know you." "I don't think so, bro," said Romy. "No... you're dating Steffi, right? Yeah! What was your name again...? Rimmy?" Lewis couldn't suppress a laugh. "Yeah, you're Damien's cousin Steffi's boyfriend," Alex went on. "I saw you two at Darrell's wedding." A pause. A steely note entered Alex's voice as he continued. "So what do you think, should I tell Steffi where you go to get what she can't give you? How you want to get your rocks off in my friend's ass?" "It's Romy," Romy corrected. "And you guys are losers," he scoffed. "Steffi wouldn't even talk to you." "Damien's cousin?" Lewis said, to Alex. "Oh yeah, I know her. Man, I never figured she would date a guy like him." "Dude," said Romy, panicking. "You wouldn't do it." "Wanna bet?" Alex challenged him. "She wouldn't believe you." "There's three of us and one of you." "It'd destroy me!" Romy sounded less like an adversary and more like an equal, now. "Dude, that's my reputation. That's my girl. That's all I got." "Then stay away from my friends." Alex didn't know the details of what was going on, but he had seen enough to know he wouldn't stand for it. His tone was commanding, protective. "That's my brother! Are you gonna tell me to stay away from my own brother?" "I'm telling you to only put your dick in people that want your dick in them," Alex stated. "I..." It was Romy's turn to look dishevelled. "Come on, bro. I'll walk you out," Alex instructed. Romy hesitated only a moment before complying. Alex continued talking, his voice assertive, as he led the scruffy older teen away. "That was your brother?" Alex asked Kieran, returning to the couch after a few minutes. "Man, what a douche." "I thought we got rid of him," Lewis said. He realised he was trembling. "Well, I'm pretty sure he's gone for real this time. We had a talk. He understands. Would he... would he really have done those things he said?" Kieran nodded wordlessly. "Shit." Alex paused. "Listen, Kieran. I'm gonna give you my number. I know people who know Romy. If you ever need anything, you can call me. I think I scared him good. But you call me. Any time." "Really?" Kieran was stunned. It was a ray of hope; the first real sense that his older tormentor did not have absolute power. "Any time," Alex reiterated. He waited, then turned to Lewis. "I should go. I'll talk you at school, buddy." Then, to Kieran, "It was really nice to meet you, Kieran." "Wait!" said Kieran. "Aren't we gonna finish our game?" Alex looked at the TV. He thought briefly, then grinned. "Okay. Real quick. Then I have to go. We're gonna take you down, this time," he taunted Lewis. "Wanna bet?" Lewis asked, launching straight back into the game and dashing around a corner. Kieran leaned over to tickle his boyfriend. "Get him!" he encouraged Alex. "Not fair!" Lewis protested, squirming and laughing under Kieran's fingers. "That's cheating!" He dropped his controller in surrender. "You win. Do what you want with me." Kieran looked thoughtful. "Hey Alex?" he said, a gleam in his boyish eye. "Do you uh... do you wanna stay for a bit?" His expression made his meaning unmistakeable. "Wow..." stammered Alex, going a little red. "He's forward. That's okay, buddy. I'm uh... not really into that. You and Lewis are uh... you have that kind of relationship then, huh?" The briefest of pauses. "That's awesome. And that's definitely my cue to leave." "Thanks for coming, Alex," Lewis said, with feeling in his voice. "No problem, buddy," Alex replied. "And Kieran. I meant what I said. Any time you need anything." There was a silence after Alex at left. Neither Lewis or Kieran really knew what to say. "Are you okay?" Lewis asked. "Does he really know Romy?" Kieran questioned disbelievingly. "He really knows Steffi," Lewis said. "I've met her. And it sounded like Romy really does want to stay on her good side." "Romy looked scared," said Kieran. "I've never seen Romy look scared. Angry, but not scared." "He nearly looked sorry," Lewis said. "Nearly." More silence, as the pair took in what had happened. They sat side by side on the couch, Lewis' arm protecting Kieran tightly. "Lewis?" Kieran said after a while. "I want to have your dick in me." The change of subject took Lewis by surprise. "You mean like...?" He wasn't sure how to continue. "In my butt," Kieran stated. A pause. "Are you sure?" Lewis said, puzzled. "Yes. I want it because... because I want it," Kieran tried to explain. "So that when I wake up in the morning I'll know that the last dick that was in my butt was in there because I wanted it to be." He was trying to look provocative, but Lewis could see nervousness in his eyes too. Lewis didn't need to think about it for long. He understood completely. "Okay," he agreed. "Wait there," said Kieran, bounding off the couch. He reappeared only seconds later. In his hand was a glinting clear bottle that was obviously lube. Lewis didn't ask where he had got it. More nervous silence. "How do you wanna do this?" Lewis began. "You sound nervous," Kieran said, nervously. "I am nervous." "But you love my butt." Lewis laughed. "I do." In almost a single movement, Kieran flipped over on the couch and dropped his pants. "Get in there, then. Stick your face right in it." He shuffled his knees so his ass stuck in the air with a wiggle. Lewis paused for a moment to take in the sight before he complied. Then he dived into the boy, trying to bury his nose as close to the little treasure-hole as possible. Smooth boy-butt skin pressed against his face. "Oh Kieran," he let out almost immediately, as he inhaled the unexplainably intoxicating dirty boy flavour. It smelled of cedar wood smoke, of dried boy sweat, of dark treacle and ginger and over-ripe blackberries. The idea that butts weren't meant to be nice seemed momentarily ridiculous to Lewis. Kieran wanted him, invited him, to enjoy it, and it felt overwhelmingly utterly right. Lewis drew in another long, longing breath, feeling the scent brush against the inside of his nostrils and seep into his bloodstream. At that moment, Kieran thrust his hips backward, spreading his legs slightly wider at the same time. The delicate sticky skin of his butt- pucker pushed right up against his fourteen-year-old boyfriend's nose. "You like it, don't you?" Kieran asked provocatively. "Sniff it all up. Lick my butt clean, Lewis." A pause, then, more quietly: "I like that you like it." Lewis' task was too urgent for him to produce any words in response. He breathed in deeply through his nose, needing more of Kieran than the air could carry. His tongue flicked out instinctively, brushing up against Kieran's boy balls. Their sweeter, sweaty peach-skin flavour was all but overpowered by the sharp aroma of preteen ass. The teen let his tongue move gently. He could feel the little seam of skin that traversed the nine-year- old's taint. "Lick my butt-hole, Lewis," Kieran urged. Lewis didn't want to stop breathing the boy in. He wanted the smell to stay, not to be cleaned up by his tongue. He rubbed with his nose, trying to transfer the burnt cocoa scent onto himself so he would smell it forever. His violent erection swelled seemingly ever harder, as if it too was inhaling the little boy. "What are you doing?" came a giggle from the nine-year-old. Almost reluctantly, Lewis supported himself with his hands and moved his face upward the few inches so that his tongue could reach Kieran's delicate butt-crack. He licked around the edges at first, working his way inward to the prize at the centre. The taste changed as his tongue moved. At first it was clean, boy-skin and soft cotton. Then it was salty-sweet, where sweat had beaded, trapped between warm butt-cheeks in the nine-year-old's tight underwear. Then it was sharp, like pencil-shavings and pear-drops and unspeakable boy magic. "You're licking my poop," Kieran giggled. And it shouldn't have been nice, but it was. Lewis pushed with his tongue, trying to lick deeper. "Is it clean yet?" asked the nine-year-old, trying to peer behind him to look at Lewis. "It wants your dick. I want your dick." Lewis' dick wanted it too. It flexed in the fourteen-year-old's tight boxer briefs as it heard Kieran's words. Finally Lewis' tongue had drunk in all it could. It pushed vainly at the clean wet boy skin, searching for traces of Kieran just beyond its reach. "All clean," said Lewis, drawing away with a hint of disappointment. Any hesitation he had had about Kieran's request, though, was gone, replaced by a mixture of trust and sheer adolescent lust for the warm wet boy-hole in front of him. Wordlessly, Kieran reached around to pass the lube to Lewis. "Wait," said Lewis. "Turn over. I want to see you." Kieran did as Lewis asked. Now he was lying on his back, looking up at his boyfriend. His freckled eyes glittered with nervous love and excitement. "Now your trousers are in the way," Lewis complained. "Sorry," Kieran grinned. He pulled them down, his head moving in close to Lewis' as he did so. Halted by the warm proximity, Kieran turned his head quickly to give the fourteen-year-old a kiss. "Your face smells of my butt," he teased, with a mock grimace. Lewis responded by rubbing his nose jokingly onto Kieran's face. His sweatpants out of the way, Kieran laid back again and spread his legs wide with satisfaction. Lewis nervously squeezed a drop of the clear lubricating gel onto his index finger. His hand was trembling, he noticed. "Cold!" Kieran let out instinctively, as the slicked finger touched gently against his hole. Lewis drew his hand back. He squirted more lube, rubbing his fingers together this time to warm them. Then he pushed his finger back against the preteen's butt-pucker. He was surprised how easily it slipped in. Kieran was warm inside, and slippery. It felt totally different from the last time his finger had been inside the boy. The lube had done away with the stickiness, with the resistance. Now the nine-year-old boy-sphincter felt tight but accepting. Lewis tentatively pushed a second finger, feeling the little muscle tighten and then relax as it granted him access. "That's enough fingers," said Kieran, with a hint of desperation in his voice. "I want your dick in me, not your fingers." Lewis realised he was stalling. He was nervous. His dick was just barely hard, shrinking as his trepidation rose. "I'm scared," he admitted. "You're scared to hurt me," said Kieran. "Because you love me. That's okay." A pause. "I'd tell you if it hurts. And you'd stop." Another pause. "Pull your pants down." Lewis did as he was told. His semi-hard teen cock fell from the waistband of his underwear, a strand of precum following it downward. Kieran sat up a little, extending his arm to take hold of his boyfriend's dick. At first he just held it, his fingers wrapped warmly around it. The nine-year-old's grip was steady and reassuring. Lewis felt his boner start to reawaken, powerless to resist the boy's magic. "Better?" Kieran asked. Lewis' dick twitched in answer. Kieran guided the hardening boy-shaft with his hand, aiming it towards his butt-hole. Only when the hard pink tip touched the lubed-up entrance to his ass did the nine-year-old relax and lie back, releasing his grip. Lewis pushed. "Mmmmm," he couldn't help letting out breathlessly, as Kieran's tight, warm, slippery boyhole opened around his nervous teen dick. "M-- mmmmm." His helmet lodged in the boy, Lewis stopped, waiting mid-motion, feeling the strange warm pressure. Kieran couldn't wait. He pushed up with his hips again. There was a slight resistance as Lewis' cock created friction against the eager sphincter. Lewis' hand reached out automatically for the lube. He pulled out of Kieran's butt with a quiet gasp of cold air. The gel squirted slickly onto his hand. He brushed it impatiently onto his now gently-throbbing teen tool. Then, more confident, Lewis took Kieran's hips in his hands and guided himself in for the second approach. The slick lube on his pink dick head melded into the shiny wet boy hole as the two skin-surfaces met. His target found, he moved his gaze upward till his eyes met Kieran's. Lewis let his hips travel slowly, tremulously forward, aware of nothing in the world but the feeling of Kieran's preteen sphincter caressing its way along the length of him, and of Kieran's glistening gaze piercing his soul. With a touch of skin on skin Lewis felt his crotch meet Kieran's body. His dick throbbed as he realised it was buried deeply, as far as it would go, inside the hot little boy-butt. Warm skin and lube enveloped him entirely, so that even the tiniest of movements sent pleasure coursing violently through him. "I'm gonna cum!" Lewis realised with alarm. "I... I..." he started, his voice rising to a high-pitched squeak. "Already?" Kieran teased, eyes gleaming. Lewis stood motionless, wordless, his firmly-buried boy-junk on the paralysed precipice-edge of setting him free. "Do it," Kieran said. "Cum in me, Lewis." His own little boy-cocklet twitched a little against his stomach as he said the words. It took two strokes. Two slippery, slow, shuddering movements of Lewis' fourteen-year-old hardness against the warm inside of Kieran's smooth, inviting lube-hole. Then it was done. Lewis felt the full weight of all his pent-up nervous energy travel the length of his body, seeming to dilate his dick as it fired its way into the nine-year-old. Kieran tensed his butt-muscles instinctively, as if to milk out more of Lewis' teen spunk-load. Lewis barely needed the encouragement. A twitch shuddered through his body as he fired a second burst, and then a quick, trembling third. After that he lost count, his body weak with love and lust. His hands slipped from Kieran's hips, releasing him, but the younger boy's legs tightened around his middle, pulling him in, anchoring him. Kieran reached out his arms to take Lewis' shoulders, pulling him down and in for a kiss. They were one person, joined intimately at their hips, their lips, their fast-beating hearts. The deep breaths that moved their bodies didn't belong to Lewis or to Kieran, but to both of them. All of their senses seemed to have melted into one. Lewis felt the way Kieran tasted and tasted the way the nine-year-old felt. Even after Lewis fell, exhausted, onto the sofa, his shrinking dick slipping out of his boyfriend, he still felt the connection. He would feel it forever. Kieran's phone buzzed on the table. The vibration of wood on plastic startled Lewis slightly. "It's Chester," said Kieran, picking up the device. "He says him and his brother are bored." "He has a brother?" Lewis asked, interested. Chester was ten, shy, black- haired and cute as a button. "They're twins," Kieran answered. "Identical twins, or...?" "I think so." Kieran's confirmation made Lewis' ears prick up. A loaded pause. "Although Dustin is way less shy." The phone buzzed again. "I told them you're here," Kieran explained. He looked at the screen. "Now they want to know if they could come over." His expression glinted with barely-concealed subtext. "Wow..." Lewis said. His teen horniness was for the moment checked by satisfied exhaustion, but he felt his lust-sense swell even if his dick was for the moment too tired to respond. There was a silence. "Do you want to?" Kieran asked. *** With love and best wishes, Your friend, Neo. hello_neo@protonmail.com