Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2023 02:27:31 +0000 From: Mr Bunns Subject: Bryan's Birthday Bonanza: Chapter 1 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction containing graphic depictions of sex between minor boys and men. If this story offends you, if you are underage, or if this type of story is illegal where you live then please do not continue on any further. While writing is its own reward, this old man would love to hear some input from all of you. Please address all of your responses to mrbunns@yandex.com. Suggestions are welcome, flames will be ignored, and words of praises will be put in a picture frame to be hung on my living room wall. I'm just vain that way. Also, don't forget to show your love and support to Nifty by donating to them. They're a fine lot who's helped authors to reach a wider audience, so it would be great if this time around we give them a helping hand. More info can be found at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Author's Note: This story was written in collaboration with and as a companion piece to Graphmuse's excellent "Watching the Boys" series, specifically the sequel series which you can also read here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/watching-the-boys/. While it's not necessary to read through it to understand the events, it might help provide readers greater appreciation of the story as a whole. Plus, it's just so friggin' hot! ____________________________________________________ For Graphmuse. Bryan's Birthday Bonanza Chapter 1 - The Kissing Fiend SMACK!! "Heeeyyyyy! Bryyaannn!!" The boy with the glasses whined in protest at the unexpected kiss on his cheek. The culprit he called Bryan though only giggled like a loon. He seemed tickled pick by his reaction. "Sorry, Ollie," Bryan said, "But c'mon! This ain't the first time I kissed you!" Ollie scowled at his brown-haired classmate. Today he was dressed in blue overalls and a yellow T-shirt. A picture of a giant cartoon frog's head was printed on his T-shirt. It peeked from behind the overalls with a mocking smile. Ollie couldn't help but draw parallels to the happily grinning imp who was wearing it. "It's Oliver," the boy called Ollie corrected, "And I still don't think that's the right way to greet your friends." A tall boy then came up to the bench where Oliver was sitting. He had short sandy dark hair and deep brown eyes. He was dressed in a red tank top and basketball shorts. His physical appearance projected a boy a little too old to hang out with a couple of nine-year-olds. He really wasn't. Ollie knew that for a fact since the newcomer had just celebrated his tenth birthday last week. "Well if Ollie doesn't want the kiss, you can land a wet one on me, Bry!" the newcomer grinned. Oliver noticed the tall boy was drenched in sweat. No doubt that was from the intense game of soccer he just had with his classmates on the playground. He wasn't the only one who noticed. Bryan too turned his nose at his suggestion. "Eww, no! I ain't landing nothing on you looking like that, Kev!" "What's wrong with how I look?" "You're dripping sweat all over, Kevin," Oliver chimed in, "And recess is going to be done in ten minutes." "Yeah, and you're gonna stink up the class if you don't shower now!" Bryan piped up with a disgusted look. Ollie knew that it was all nothing but good-natured ribbing. The naughty twinkle in the boy called Kevin's eyes confirmed it. Bryan barely resisted when Kevin seized him by the hips. There was a mock-serious expression on his face before he spoke. "Aah, Bryanita, but this is how a man should look and smell!" Kevin recited in a bad imitation of Spanish soap opera actors, "You will learn to love the look and the smell! Now come, and give me my kiss!" "No, I can't, Kevinito!" Bryan replied in a high-pitched voice. He had an overdramatic flair as he put one arm over his eyes. "I have a husband and a child! I cannot be yours!" he faked a shrill tone. Kevin gave a mock evil grin and chuckled, "Then I shall kiss your husband and child too! Then you all shall be mine!" "Nnnnoooo!" Oliver stared with disapproval at the two boys freeze-framing like they were doing a tango dip. Bryan and Kevin then cracked up and burst out laughing hysterically together. The bespectacled boy sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation. Sometimes he felt so out of place among the immature brats he was unfortunate enough to call classmates. Then again, Oliver always felt out of place in the baking sun of Southern California. His fair complexion prevented him from being out and about for too long. His outdated side-parted short hair and its walnut brown color made him stick out like a sore thumb. He doesn't like to socialize but kids come up to him all the time. It was only through good grooming that he could resist the urge to shoo the kids away and leave him to his books. His wardrobe didn't help him to blend in either. Oliver's father loved to dress him up like an old 1950s sitcom kid. He even had the button-up shirt, form-fitting shorts, and the iconic pair of suspenders. His thick-rimmed glasses and little red bow tie completed the look. It was practically a giant neon sign that screamed "Kick Me". How he managed to befriend Bryan and Kevin with all of his shortcomings was a complete mystery. "So we're still on for tomorrow right?" Bryan untangled himself from Kevin and sat down beside Oliver. "Took a lot of doing, but dad says he's okay with it," Kevin piped up, "And when dad says it's okay, mom will go along with it." "Cool!" "Are you guys talking about the sleepover tomorrow?" a ginger boy with pale porcelain skin and a head of curly red hair popped up from behind Kevin. Oliver recognized his best friend Philly anywhere. He had a habit of sticking his nose wherever there was a crowd. He usually did that to jump in on the playground's favorite topic: video games. Philly was a gamer through and through. His wardrobe always has something to do with video games. Today, for example, he's wearing a yellow Pokemon hoodie patterned after a certain electric rodent. He even had matching yellow shorts and yellow sneakers to boot. Bryan looked up at Philly with a hopeful look. "Totes!" he chirped and added, "You're in, right, Philly?" "Definitely!" Philly nodded with enthusiasm, "Oh, and Mom wanted me to ask you if you want anything special for your gift!" "Nawww, s'okay!" Bryan smiled and dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand, "Having you guys at my birthday party is a good enough gift for me!" "Aww, that's so sweet, Bry!" "Betcha' not as sweet as this!" the birthday boy launched himself onto Philly. "Hee hee, stop it!" the ginger kid giggled when Bryan landed a couple of wet smacks on his cheek. His actions betrayed his words since Philly did not resist one bit. He simply allowed Bryan to leave wet saliva trails all over his pink blushing cheeks. "What about you, Ollie? You're definitely coming with us, right?" Bryan grinned, his arms clinging around Philly's neck. "Oliver," the bespectacled boy corrected again, adding, "I dunno. Papa is never too big on letting me go on a sleepover." "Aww, c'mooonnnn!" Bryan whined in disappointment. "Yeah, Ollie," Philly nodded, "I'm sure your dad will say okay this time." Oliver didn't even bother to correct his mates anymore as he started, "I mean, Papa..." Kevin cut in, "...will surely make an exception if it's for Bryan's birthday, right?" The tone of the tall boy's voice hinted at something when he emphasized Bryan's name. Oliver was about to respond when he also noticed Philly quietly signaling with his eyes to Bryan. Taking their cues, he swallowed back whatever he was about to say. "I'll go ask him. But don't expect too much, okay?" was his answer instead. "Yayyyy! You're the best, Ollie!" Bryan cheered. He happily smacked his lips against Oliver's cheek. "Okay, I gotta go and make sure everybody else from class and the soccer club is coming!" he rattled off the last part while hopping off in a run. Bryan made it look like he was about to dash off. Instead, he landed an unexpected second kiss on Oliver's lips. The brown-haired imp giggled with devilish delight when Oliver glared at him. He then bounded towards the playground while shouting, "Catch you guys later! And take a shower, Kev! You stink!" "You love my stink!" Kevin called out while laughing in turn. Oliver watched as his rambunctious classmate run off to terrorize their other friends. He rubbed the wet mark off his lips and cheek with both hands as he did. When he was sure Bryan was out of sight, he turned towards Kevin and Philly. "Is it just me, or is there something different about Bryan lately?" he stated with genuine curiosity. "Yeah," Kevin nodded, "We noticed it too." "He just seems...happier somehow," Philly chimed in. "Yeah," Kevin nodded again, "It's almost like we got the old Bryan back again. You know before, well, you know." Oliver knew exactly what Kevin meant. He sat right next to Bryan in class after all. That meant he was also there when news of what happened to his mother broke. Up until that day, Bryan was a very happy camper. He reminded Oliver a lot of a little puppy who just moved into a new home. He would happily greet anyone and easily got on with everyone. Then he was away for a while to attend his mother's funeral. When Bryan finally came back to the classroom, his smile was gone. His good cheer had dimmed. He was barely a shadow of his former self. To his friends, he was a complete stranger with a familiar face. Oliver could tell there was a huge part of Bryan that was lost forever. He recognized the bitterness in his eyes. It was the same one he felt when Papa and Mama got their divorce. That was the day Mama hugged him for the last time before returning to her home country. He felt a huge part of him went with her as well. In its place was a cold empty hole where warmth used to live. Papa also began to change that day. His once-normal appearance regressed. He started wearing clothes that looked like they belonged in the 50s. Their home and lifestyle were next. Gone were the flatscreen and home theater set. In their place were bookcases, gramophones, giant radios, and black and white TV sets. The marble walls were wallpapered over with colorful floral tones. Their living room now looked like a set from wholesome sitcoms like Leave It To Beaver or I Love Lucy. He didn't quite understand why Papa decided to do all that. However, Oliver was a considerate boy by nature. He knew Papa was hurt and he wanted to do something to make him feel better. That's why he agreed to dress up the way he did, ate outdated recipes Papa would cook up, and gave up video games in favor of books and board games. He did all of that to make Papa happy. He would do anything to make anyone he cared about feel happy. Now, he had to do the same with Bryan. Philly was first to snap Oliver out of his thought. "You gotta get your dad to say yes, Ollie," the ginger boy spoke right as the bell that marked the end of recess rang. "Yeah, it will mean so much to Bryan for us to be there," Kevin nodded while wiping the sweat off his brow. He marched alongside Philly back towards the school. The two were joined by the rest of the kids in the playground. Bryan was among them talking to a gaggle of boys he didn't recognize. Must be kids from the soccer club. He did mention he wanted them to be at his party. Oliver hung back to make sure he was dead last in the group. He did that for two reasons. The first, of course, was figuring out what to say to his papa. The second was something unrelated yet also equally serious. It involved Bryan and his new habit around his friends. In the months leading up to his birthday, Bryan had become somewhat of a kissing fiend. He would happily land you a wet one for something as simple as greeting him hello. The boys treated it as a joke, and the girls treated it as "European", whatever that's supposed to mean. Neither made a big deal out of it. Not after the teachers explained it to all of them as something called a "coping mechanism." It's Bryan's way of making himself feel less sad about losing his mother. Everybody agreed that he wasn't doing any harm. Everybody, that is, except for Oliver. The nine-year-old boy had recently discovered a problem. He found that the thing between his legs would often become hard when he woke up in the morning. It also often got hard whenever he had to use the bathroom to go pee. Normally it would calm down once he took a few deep breaths. However, that's not the case when it comes to Bryan. Each time the mischievous imp landed a smack on his cheek his thing would instantly react. Even worse, he would find himself hard in the middle of classes much to his terror. That was part of the big reason why he just wanted to be alone with his books. It was much safer and easier to get his erections to calm down when nobody was around. The idea of a sleepover at the kissing fiend's house, however, scared him. Just the thought of being discovered hard terrified him. He would be remembered as "Boner Boy" or something like that. He won't be able to live it down! The thoughts rattled in his head so much that he barely noticed the school day was over. The next thing he knew he was at the school's pick-up area. Cars pulled up one by one to pick up his friends. Right after Philly bid him goodbye, he saw Papa's silver Bentley Continental pulling up in front of him. He pushed his thoughts aside. He needed to put on his best "good boy" looks. He had to if he wants to have his way! "Hey there, sport!" a tall handsome man said while stepping out of the car. Papa was always dressed to the nines, with his slicked-back brown hair, knitted vest, and pressed expensive silk pants. He was also very generous with his smile. Always so kind and courteous, even now as he opened the car door for him. Oliver always loved that about his father. "Hey Papa," Oliver smiled before hopping into the car. From the corner of his eyes, he could see his other schoolmates gawking at the man and car. He sighed knowing what they were whispering about. It's not every day you see a man and car straight out of old-timey black-and-white movies. This had become a daily routine. Oliver still hated how he got so used to it though. "How's school?" his father asked, hopping into the driver's seat. "It's okay," the bespectacled boy replied per his routine. He then waited for the man to reach out and lovingly ruffle his neatly-combed hair. Oliver had the look of a happy little puppy. This was part of their daily routine he loved so much. It made the embarrassment of being gawked at all day long worthwhile. The car then cleared the queue and pulled out of the school's driveway. Oliver sat there quietly while they drove. The afternoon sun was sweltering, but the AC did its job. The car might be vintage, but it's not lacking any modern amenities. Papa tuned the radio to a 50s radio station. A slow jazzy tune filled the cabin. The music was a good distraction. It gave time for Oliver to think up all the different ways he could broach the subject in his head. When they finally reached the freeway, he decided to go for broke and pop the question. "Papa," he started, "Is it alright if I spend the weekend at a friend's house for his birthday party?" The boy could see a small scowl on his father's brow. "Now Oliver, you know how I felt about you sleeping under someone else's roof, right?" the man replied in a calm but firm tone. "I, I know," the boy gave a hopeful look, "But, but I thought if it's just this one time..." He trailed off because he knew what Papa was going to say next. He was a considerate kid. His empathy is very high. That also meant he was far too eager to please. He was bound to see his father's logic no matter how much he disagreed. "We don't know how those other families run their house, son," Papa went on, "We don't know what kind of crazy things are happening in their house. I don't want you to be dragged into something you're way too young to see or hear. You're my only boy, Oliver. I love you so much. It would drive me crazy if something were to happen to you." "Yeah, I know, Papa," Oliver felt dejected. His plans were unraveling as he spoke. Then he thought back on what Kevin and Philly said in the yard. Maybe that would work? He needed to give it a shot! Oliver steeled himself before he spoke again, "I wouldn't normally ask you this, but it's for Bryan's birthday party." For the first time on their drive home, the man looked directly at his son's face. Oliver could see his expression soften before saying, "Oh." The look on his face was difficult for Oliver to read. It was somewhere between concern and realization. The man then turned his attention back to the road. There was a heavy silence between father and son. Papa then cleared his throat and said, "How, uh, how is he?" "He seems happier now," Oliver replied, "Much happier than when he first came back to school." "I see," Papa nodded, "Well, that's good to hear." "He's my friend, Papa," the boy pursued, "And I wanted to be there for him. I promise I won't ask for anything else if you just give me this one thing. So, so please, can I go stay at his house for the weekend?" The question lingered in the air with the jazzy tune and the droning of the car's engine. Oliver saw his father struggling. His handsome face was marred with a deep scowl. Whatever was going through his head seemed to be very heavy. The relaxing jazz did nothing to relax Oliver. He was sure he had blown it. As they neared their exit, Oliver had half a mind to pedal back on his request. It was a good thing he hesitated, for his father came back with an unexpected answer. "Alright, I suppose," Papa smiled, "If it's for your friend Bryan then you have my permission to go there." Oliver couldn't believe his ears. Did Papa just agree to let him go to his first sleepover? He must have been half-asleep! This must have been a dream! "Really?" Oliver warily replied, just to make sure he didn't just imagine Papa's words. "Yes really," his father smiled, "Go over there and be a good friend to Bryan." The widest smile dawned on Oliver's face. He never thought he could be so happy! He was groomed to maintain his composure at all times. Right now, though, he could care less about composure. He jumped around in his seat with joy like an overexcited preschooler. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, Papa!" he exclaimed before instinctively reaching over to hug the man. "Woah! Hey!" his father said with mild alarm. He then chuckled, "I'm still driving here, sport!" "Oh!" Oliver snapped out of his elation. Sheepishly he back in his seat. "Sorry, Papa!" he gave an awkward grin. "It's alright," Papa smiled. He then reached over again to pet Oliver's head. Oliver swelled up with joy. Papa might seem strange to the rest of the world. To him right now, though, he was the best father a boy ever hope for. Oliver practically leapt out of the car and burst through the front door when they finally got home. The boy was still over the moon from their talk in the car. Papa had to remind him to calm down many times over dinner. Naturally, Oliver was too excited to fall asleep. Tiredness eventually got to him though. He slowly drifted off to slumberland with dreams of all the fun they'll have tomorrow. He also imagined Bryan's smiling face. For some reason, thinking of how happy the kissing fiend would be to see him show up made him feel happy too.