Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2022 19:10:38 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Rich Boy, Poor Boy

HOLA PEEPS!

Well, I was bored this afternoon and just started typing random stuff on my
laptop...when Im out of ideas, that's always what I do LOL and I ended up
with what you see here.

Hope you enjoy, I certainly did in writing it.

If yall wanna email me about the story, of any of my other stories on
Nifty, feel free xx

liciousryan@gmail.com

Peace and Love,
Ryan


RICH BOY, POOR BOY
CHAPTER ONE
By Ryan White


"Jesus dude, holy fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Andy kept sucking Kieran's hard as nails six-inch teenage cock as the
sixteen-year-old's thirsty gullet furiously went up and at it on the
latter's king size bed. Kieran thrusted his hips at a furious pace, his
entitled classic rich boy ass getting all the sexual pleasure that a
teenager can get from another. His eyes near God damn rolled back in his
head as the tongue licking and slurping on his dick kept lapping across his
cock head over and over until he shuddered what felt for the hundredth
fucking time.

Kieran reached down and wanted to caress his buddy's hair as somewhat of a
reward for giving him so much pleasure but the sheer moment of weakness,
passed, as he would call it. He wasn't gay. No. God no. He was merely
getting his rocks off with a buddy that was more than willing and able to
actually do it.

Urgh...who was he kidding?

His cock was adored and worshipped like it was a lemon flavoured lolly pop
and he didn't wanna risk things getting weird between himself and Andy
after being friends all these years. Best friends, ever since their mom's
had met in the hospital when they were born on the same day, when at first,
it was two infants getting used to the brand-new world that they were
thrusted in upon, and later in life when they started to reach out to the
other with their plumb baby like arms in recognition.

Andy had come out to Kieran a year or so ago, and whilst he didn't care or
mind that his best friend was into guys instead of girls, he did admire his
sheer guts and determination to actually do it...come out, that
was. Because as Kieran laid there on his bed, his eyes closed in ecstasy as
his teenage cock was pleasured every second, Andy's eager tongue piercing
his piss slit in the desperate seeking of any more pre cum that just seemed
to flow from the sixteen-year-old steel hard organ, he knew, oh Kieran
knew, that he couldn't have done with Andy did.

Never...Jesus, just imagine...Kieran Smith, star soccer player of Freedom
Highschool's first string team, was actually homosexual himself...that shit
would just never fly in such a conservative town such as
Freedom. Ironically, though, that the name of the small town was completely
the opposite of what the word actually meant...if the sheer idiotic persons
living here had any, and I mean ANY kind of sense that you were DIFFERENT
that what society demanded, they made god damn sure that you knew it, and
they treated you like complete and utter shit.

And the best of all...they felt that you DESERVED all that you were
getting...because they fully believed that you CHOSE this kind of
lifestyle, as they were calling it.

Bullshit...but that's why Kieran felt he couldn't ever be who he really
was. All the boys on the soccer team were the sons of very religious and
once more unfortunately, conservative families, so...Kieran closed his eyes
as he felt Andy's tongue make what felt like love to his teenage dick and
he sighed...this had to stay a secret...this couldn't ever come
out...ever...

"Andy...oh geez..."

Kieran doubled over in sheer sexual exhaustion as he felt his cum spurt out
of his throbbing teenage penis with the velocity of a thunderbolt, straight
in the mouth and throat of his best friend in the world. Andy doubled up on
his efforts to get every single drop of teen boy sperm that he could
possibly muster, and knowing Kieran, he came a fucking lot, but he loved
and respected the challenge. Kieran Smith could literally have his dick
sucked by every girl in the fucking entire Freedom High school, but he was
kind enough to allow his buddy to do it...why, Andy didn't know and to be
honest, he really didn't actually care. He didn't for one second think
Kieran might be gay...it just didn't seem possible.

Kieran sunk back onto his bed, his by now sweaty hands tightly clenched in
fists as he enjoyed the after glow of his glorious orgasm, whilst Andy made
sure that his pal was clean as a whistle down there in every sense of the
word. Kieran's breathing eventually returned to normal as Andy reached up
and slumped his own body next to that of Kieran.

"We gotta do that more, Jesus Christ..." the latter said, once more
smacking his lips, wanting to keep the flavour and texture of the buddy's
cum on his tastebuds a little longer.

Kieran smirked and sighed. If only. If bloody only.

"Andy, you know you ain't gonna tell a soul about any of this, please,
buddy...I allow you to do this because you're my best friend, okay? Ain't
no one else's business what we do."

Kieran saw Andy nod out of the corner of his eye and he immediately felt
crap as hell.

There was no way he could come out to anyone, not even to Andy. He knew the
latter would never breath a soul to anyone, but in just actually SAYING
those two little words...I'm gay...was something he near damn got panic
attacks about when he thought about it. If everything worked out like it
was supposed to, he could perhaps be playing soccer professionally one day,
and God knows, while the world was a little more relaxed about
homosexuality in sport than it once was, it still wasn't universally
accepted...and Kieran knew his parents and his family would never, but
never, accept him if they knew who he really was.

He also felt crap in the sense because he knew how Andy felt about
him. They have done more than enough sleepovers through out the years,
which came to an abrupt end of course, when the news about Andy's coming
out had spread through town. His parents, and especially his dad, wasn't
having his son being friends with "one of them."

There were more than enough times in the past few years that Kieran woke up
during a sleepover and had heard Andy whisper and moan his name in his
sleep...it was a pity, because Kieran just DIDN'T feel about Andy the same
way that the latter clearly did. It was nothing personal, but he knew he
could never see Andy as anything else as a lifelong best friend. Life would
have been easier if he did.

Kieran's parents, strict as a bun as they were, ordered him to immediately
stop seeing Andy as the news broke, to break off all ties with him, and
have nothing more to do with him in every way, and what's worse, his mother
actually went to Freedom High school and forbid Kieran's teachers with
threats of boycotting if they would EVER place Andy in a group task with
Kieran or even paired the two together for tasks...this from a woman who
had been friends with Andy's mother for as long as the boys were on this
green earth...if she knew what had happened mere minutes before on this
bed, she and his dad would most likely kick him out of the house. And that
wasn't even a joke.

It was insane...Kieran remembered suddenly how devastated Mrs Harding,
Andy's mother, looked when his own literally chased her away from their
home, when she innocently came over and tried to smooth things over and
rescue whatever friendship there was left...his mom simply refused to talk
out any issues, and rejected her own best friend simply because she didn't
throw her gay son out on the street. In her eyes, Mrs Harding was equally
as appalling as her homosexual deviant of a spawn...

No way...there was no way, no how...he'd probably have to stay in the
fucking closet forever, because there was no way he could take THAT kind of
a rejection...ever!

**

It was Friday night and it was the fucking weekend, a day before one of the
biggest soccer games of the school season, but you would never have said
it, if you considered almost every kid in school that mattered or who was
popular enough was at Lucy Rae Jennings's birthday party that night.

Lucy Rae was the current girl that Kieran was seeing and therefore her
popularity had sky rocketed the moment the two of them started dating. That
was the reward for being Kieran Smith's girlfriend and Lucy Rae damn well
knew it. The party was in full swing and there were literally beer bottles
EVERYWHERE you looked. Music pumped throughout the house and the
neighbourhood, with about thirty or so teenagers did what teenagers did on
a Friday night. Most of those kids were too drunk to even function as the
time neared twelve a clock, when the most of them had to be home for their
curfew.

Kieran could hardly even walk straight any more, what with all the vodka he
had inside his system, and he was desperately looking for Lucy Rae at that
moment and time. He was horny as hell, his cock had been rock hard ever
since she had fondled him in the jacuzzi earlier, well, fully fledged
jacked his six inches off, more like, and even though she was a GIRL...he
couldn't very well cop off with a boy of his choice, now could he?

All of his so-called teammates were straight as arrows anyway and it looked
like he was going to drive home on his own, because he couldn't see Andy
anywhere either. Luckily, he could use the age-old excuse to bring Andy
along because everyone knew the latter didn't drink alcohol, so it made
perfect sense for Kieran to invite the local gay boy as his designated
driver and because he was Kieran's best friend, no one DARED say or do
anything to Andy...Kieran winced when those words rocked his alcohol
infused brain...

His body was no longer until its own control, but more by the vodka he had
consumed. He wobbled outside and tried to walk in a straight line to where
he thought he must have parked his almost brand new sportscar. The keys
fell out of his hand as he tripped and fell onto the tarred road, but he
simply choked with drunk laughter and tried again. He actually managed to
get inside the car, but when he chuckled and tried to start the damn thing,
it wouldn't go. He smirked and turned on the engine one more time, same
result. Still laughing manically, he spat out some pent-up saliva and
dragged his drunken ass out of the car, when he saw what looked like Andy
running towards him.

"Oh wow, really, Kieran? You're just gonna leave me here? Driving drunk,
wow, that's new, even for you. Geez dude, look at you!"

Kieran smiled and pointed Andy towards the headlights of the car. Andy
frowned and checked what Kieran was showing him but he didn't quite
understand.

"They were ON...the whole fucking time...battery's dead, pal..." Kieran
managed to get out before he doubled over and vomited violently, his body
shaking with the motions, with Andy just about managing to get his feet out
of the way before it was covered in his best friend's sick.

"You wanna tell me your fancy ass expensive BMW won't start? Jesus, Kieran!
You were supposed to sleep over at mine tonight, your dad is gonna FREAK
when he sees you!"

Kieran wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled wryly. He knew
perfectly well what his dad was capable of if he turned up home in THIS
state. He told him he was sleeping over at Lucy Rae's when in fact it was
going to be at Andy's...he totally forgot about that. That comes from lying
to see pride in your own father's eyes!

His knee was now bleeding profusely from where he had tripped and fell over
earlier, to make things even worse.

"Can't you call your mom to come and get us?" he managed to croak out
before the sick overtook him one more time.

"With what? My bike? You know my dad has the car; he's working the fucking
night shift! We can't all be millionaires like you guys...geez..."

Kieran groggily stood upwards and lifted up his t-shirt to wipe his face
clean, exposing his six pack abs and his treasure trail leading down to his
groin. When he was done, he could have sworn that Andy was diverting his
eyes back upwards, as if he had just been caught with his hands in the
cookie jar. He blinked a few times and suddenly he snapped his fingers.

"Jessie and Dylan are here together and they came in separate cars...I'll
just borrow Dylan's car so we can get home and I'll explain everything in
the morning. He's a cool dude, he'll understand."

Andy ran his fingers through his hair in sheer frustration.

"You want me to drive that thing? Dylan is your soccer teammate, not mine!"

"Yeah well, I can't drive like this!" Kieran belted out, even barely
audible over the music which was still bombarding out from Lucy Rae's
living room and the multitude of kids still dancing and having a good time.

"Yeah, who's fault is that, Jackass?" Andy yelled back, but he took
Kieran's arm and dragged him to where the almost brand-new Toyota Etios was
parked, which belonged to Dylan Lambert, the centre forward on the soccer
team. Andy's eyes and ears were all over the place, but he knew why Kieran
chose Dylan's car...more often than not, the dude forgot to lock it,
happened more than once during games and practices.

Andy reached out and send a quick prayer upstairs...the door clicked open
with the first attempt, and the latter had never been so happy in realising
how desperate someone was to get to a party and alcohol that he was so
stupid as to not lock his damn car, and even being so naïve to as to
leave the keys inside the engine...rich kids have no worries...because
Daddy will simply buy his darling boy a new car if this one get stolen,
right? Small change to them!

He quickly ran towards the other side and open the passenger door as well,
signalling for Kieran to come over and get the hell in, which the latter
did.

"Dude, I'm seriously gonna puke on the dashboard if you don't hurry the
fuck up!" Kieran yelled out and bent forward to try and stop the nausea he
was feeling, and got a smack on the head from his bestie for his trouble.

**

They were half way towards Andy's home when they saw the police car
following them. That same police car was soon joined by a motorbike with
the same exact classic red and blue lights flashing every fucking where you
looked. The sound of the sirens blinded Kieran and his alcohol infused
brain in an instant.

"Kieran..." Andy said, getting more and more nervous as the cops approached
them.

"Keep fucking driving!" Kieran hissed, his nausea by now completely out of
control and made even worse by being inside of a moving car.

"Kieran, there are police dudes behind us..."

"Man, fuck the police!" Kieran shouted just as the motorbike swerved in
front of the car and came to a halt, forcing Andy to hit the brakes at
lightning speed to stop before the expensive Toyota collided with it.

Both boys looked at each other with fear in their eyes, and Kieran knew his
last day on earth had arrived...surely...had to be...

**

Dylan's car had a tracker inside it. His dad wasn't stupid, he knew his
son. By some miracle, and because Andy was driving mega slowly to avoid
doing damage to said expensive car, Dylan and his buddies realised his car
was missing, and knowing he did neither lock the car not take the keys with
him, he panicked and called his father, who in turn called the tracking
company and well...the rest is history.

"What on earth were you even thinking? And what were you doing with that
faggot boy? Did he make you do this?" Kieran's father Gordon shouted and
yelled once they were inside their own car, having had to fetch Kieran from
the police station. Thank God Mrs Harding had already picked up Andy
because if his parents would have seen them together, his father might just
have been facing murder charges right now.

"For God's sake, Dad!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Dad, please just listen! Okay? Andy was giving me a ride home form the
party, my car's battery was dead and I had no other choice! I didn't thing
it would be suck a big deal, I know Dylan from school, Jesus, we are on the
same soccer team!"

"If you use the Lord's name in blasphemy one more time...and here I thought
you were sleeping at your girlfriend's place? HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME?"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being such a fucking screw up! I'm sorry
for not being perfect! There, now you happy?"

Afterwards, Kieran would have thought about and wondered if he had time, or
if time had stood still, if he would have been able to duck the murderous
punch that his dad had given him right that moment in retaliation.

As he laid on the floor, his eye quickly swelling from the attack his own
father had just landed on him, listening to his mother screaming, begging
and yelling at his dad to stop hurting their son, seeing out of his healthy
eye how Gordon took his mom, Mary at her shoulders and shoved her onto the
couch saying HE was the man of the house and his word was the law...

More now so than ever, Kieran knew that...I mean, as insane and CRUEL as it
sounded, his father, could literally, quite literally, KILL him if he knew
he had a gay son. It wasn't a question of "if he would" any more.

If he could shove his wife violently onto a couch, the same wife that he
had been married to for over twenty years, then Kieran didn't wanna even
IMAGINE what he would to do his own child...just because said child was
different than others.

**

"My dad did WHAT?"

Andy refused to come closer to Kieran as they were switching classes three
days after the events. Kieran had Biology next whilst Andy had P.E. Dylan's
dad had gone to the police and had made a law suit against both Kieran and
Andy for stealing Dylan's car and therefore had a court date now to look
forward to. That, and considering that Andy hasn't spoken a single word to
him, either in person or over WhatsApp in all that time, and now Kieran
finally discovered why.

"Dude, I don't wanna talk about this! Your dad got a restraining order
against me and my mom. I can't be near you right now. Just please get away
from me. I'm in enough crap because of what we did."

Kieran closed his eyes and tried to make sense of what he was hearing. A
restraining order...wow. Just bloody wow. Obviously, Gordon wanted to force
them apart as friends and by doing this, he made sure that legally, Andy
can get into loads of trouble if they didn't honour that.

"Andy, you're my best fr..."

"I'm really sorry, dude. Im in enough trouble. Im sorry."

Kieran watched in heartbreak as his life literally fell apart with Andy now
also rejecting him. His fists were clenched, his chest was aching and
burning with pent up anger that he couldn't take out on school property.

FUCK YOU DAD! Kieran sat down on a nearby bench...he couldn't remember when
was the last time he actually cried, but today was an exception. He just
lost the best friend he ever had and he still had a court case to look
forward to. Every time he tried to speak to Dylan about what his dad was
doing, Dylan simply said he wasn't allowed to talk about it.

Yeah right, and the earth was flat.

Kieran angrily wiped a tear away that rolled down his cheek and stood up,
toughening his himself up like his father had taught him ever since he was
old enough to understand what it meant. He was Kieran Smith. He was one of
the, if not, the most popular kid in school, captain of the soccer team and
everyone wanted to be like him...he could do this...he CAN do this!

**

"You're extremely lucky the judge only gave you and that blasted homo
community service for stealing that car, because I swear..."

"Dad, can you stop calling Andy a homo?" Kieran said desperately, his head
was pounding from all the anxious worry about the court case and if he was
going to be sent to some juvenile institution...yeah, it was finally over
and they probably got off easily, but now all the tension had seemed to
lodge itself inside his brain...mega migraine happening and he just wanted
to get home and sleep.

Gordon stared at his son in the review mirror with absolutely no emotion on
his face whilst he was driving to the speed limit.

"Kieran Anthony Smith...Im gonna ask you one question and I want you to
tell me the God's honest truth. Are you a homo? Yes or no, what's your
choice?"

Fucking hell, as if it was a choice.

Kieran sunk back pathetically into car the seat and his eyes quickly
scouted over to that of his mother. Mary Smith was looking out of the
window at the time, so that her husband couldn't see her, but Kieran
could...and her eyes were closed, and for some reason here lips were
slightly moving...as if she was talking to herself...or maybe...maybe, to a
higher power, begging Kieran, begging her son silently to just say the
RIGHT thing.

No matter how much of a lie it was...Jesus, could his mother know that he
was secretly gay? He was always so worried and concerned that Gordon might
have one day figured it out but he completely forgot that his mother had
eyes, ears and most importantly, a brain and a heart...

"NO, dad! I'm NOT gay!" Kieran said loudly with defiance, and out of the
corner of his eye, he saw his mother sniff softly, as if in relief.

"Good. You stay away from that faggot boy. Once and for all!" Gordon
nattered on, as they drove home the rest of the way in complete and utter
silence.

**

"Here we are. This must be the place according to the GPS," Mary said
quietly as she drove Kieran to his first shift of community service at a
local soup kitchen just outside of town.

Kieran glanced at the name of the establishment...Smangaliso...place of
miracles translated from Zulu in the South African context.

"Uhm...Mom...you sure THIS is it? But it's like...well..."

His eyes flickered over what he saw...the extreme poverty in this small
homeless community that he was sent to, the roughness of it all, the
rawness and earthy pictures that made up what these people have gone
through all their lives. This was a community that had forgotten how to
live, forgot how to do the basic things...survival from one day to the next
was all that mattered to them. People like Kieran and his mother didn't
belong here.

Not here.

Mary Smith touched her son's hand and stared straight before her into
nothingness.

"I know, honey. People here are not as well off as we are, yes. And I think
that's why the judge sent you here, to make a sort of example of you. Your
dad is not gonna like this one little bit, you know how he feels about
people of colour. You have your phone, right? You let me know when to come
and fetch you."

"Can't I do my community service some place else? Geez Mom, look at this
place, its like, gonna cave any second!"

Mary patted her son on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Maybe a little coming down to earth, is exactly what you need."

**

About an hour into his first few hours that he needed to do, and Kieran was
trying very hard not to actually drop everything and call his mom to come
and pick him up.

He didn't wanna be everything a spoilt rich boy was, but he couldn't help
it. He wasn't used to poverty, let alone seeing and experiencing it. The
Styrofoam plastic cups of soup that they handed out along with two slices
bread for each of the homeless folk wouldn't even come close to what he ate
at home for breakfast, not even to mention lunch and dinner. He very
quickly realised that for majority of these people, this itty-bitty soup
and bread was All they actually ate for the day.

They had to money, no work, no where to go, other than the streets. People
in school wouldn't be wanna seen dead here...but Kieran being the trooper
he was, clenched his teeth, tried his best to forget the smells and sights
of the afternoon, and just simply focussed on doing his job properly so
that he can finish his hours and never sit foot here again.

It was near the end of his four-hour shift that he as taking a break,
management said they were happy with his contribution for the day, but if
he thought he would get off early, he could think again. They had sat aside
some soup and slices of bread for him, but he politely declined...getting
stares from his fellow colleagues as if they had one thought in their
mind...again...rich little white boy pulling his nose at plain and common
food.

The more Kieran tried to explain that he simply hated soup, and not where
it had come form, the less they listened, so he just kept to himself. He
couldn't wait until this was over. Four hours gone, another ninety-six to
go.

He told his mother via WhatsApp that she can slowly drive there so long, he
would be done in about fifteen minutes, when a scuffle and some loud voices
were heard outside of the kitchen. Kieran saw multiple of his colleagues
rush outside and so did he, curious as he was. What he did see, shocked him
straight into his soul, and beyond.

A white boy, more or less his age, was getting kicked and punched by two
caramel skinned teenagers who clearly had it in for the former. The grabbed
at his hands which the boy had tightly held to his chest, and for a second
Kieran wondered why that was, but then he realised...the white boy was
holding to slices of bread in that grip, and he wasn't about to let go that
easily.

"Give that here! You don't belong here! Go home!" the attackers shouted in
turn whilst kicking and hitting the boy on the dirty, muddy soil. Kieran
felt like he had to do something, but he wasn't USED to violence like
this...sure, he had seen horror movies and he adored thrillers and slashers
but he had NEVER seen anything like THIS up closer before. His legs were
like jelly, he didn't know what to make of it, and he couldn't look away
either. This was so far removed from the peaceful and rich elite spoilt
life he had been living, it wasn't even remotely funny.

Eventually the attackers got what they wanted, the white boy getting up
furiously and grabbing it back, only to be dealt another blow and this
time, he didn't get up from the ground. The two bastards ran away laughing
and taunting the boy, who lied so still on the dirty exterior, that
Kieran's heart beat a thousand miles a minute, and before the boy groaned,
he could have sworn he was dead. A couple of women joined forces to help
the boy upwards and Kieran heard something about them promising him more
soup and bread.

"You! New boy! Another cup of soup and put three slices of bread with it,
there is enough to spare!" one of the ladies shouted straight in Kieran's
direction, and it was THEN...that exact motoric moment...that the boy
looked upwards...straight into Kieran's eyes.

His heart fluttered, his insides turned into jelly...his eyes weakened and
his brain shut down...and even worse, the longer he stared at the boy, the
more he could feel his teenage dick swelling...getting stiffer by the
second.

Kieran quickly turned around to avoid utter and total humiliation, before
he almost fell over his feet on the slippery kitchen floor. He grabbed an
empty, clean cup and reached for the ladle to pour some of the warm soup
into it...but then he looked back at where the boy was.

Jesus...Kieran swallowed slowly as he poured the soup into the cup and
neatly as possible placed the three slices of bread next to it on a paper
plate. Wow...oh wow...that boy was the most beautiful person he had ever
seen...male or female...Jesus!

With shaking hands, he carried the modest amount of food over to where the
boy was sitting with the two ladies trying their best to undo the damage
with cottonwool and antiseptic. Blood as seeping from his nose and he was
going to have one major black eye in the morning, that was for sure. Kieran
wasn't exactly sure what to do or say, so he simply STOOD there...feeling
so pathetic and lame, but he didn't know what to do or say...fucking hell,
the boy looked even more sexy up close.

"There, that will have to do until I can afford more time. Kieran, isn't
that your mom's car out there?" the one lady asked as she held her hand
above her eyes to see against the sun that was streaming in through the
window.

Kieran quickly placed the food down and turned around, and sure as Sam, it
was his mom...and suddenly he felt sick to his stomach...just the mere fact
that their car...the newest Hyundai model on the market, was standing out
like a sore thumb between all this poverty that was surrounding it.

"Dude! That your car? For real?"

Kieran turned around...the boy was looking at him as if seeing him for the
very first time. It was almost as if he was daring Kieran silently to say
no...

"Its...uhm...my parents' car, definitely not mine..." he stumbled and
quickly removed the apron that he had wearing all afternoon.

"Better take that with you, Kieran, we can't afford to wash it every day
you're here!" he heard one of his fellow colleagues say across the room,
just when he was looking for a bin to throw it away. The shocked look on
his face must have showed because the boy stood up, still holding his sore
ribs and smirked towards Kieran.

"Rich boy, you are...what the hell are you doing in a place like this?
Huh?"

Kieran swallowed...if someone from school would have spoken to him like
that, they would have been pinned up against the lockers by now...but
this...in here...amongst all of THIS...he couldn't...and it totally had
NOTHING to do with the fact that the boy's eyes were blue...royal blue...as
blue as the living, breathing ocean...his blond hair was beginning to grow
out from his previous buzz cut, with the leanest of teenage chest and what
looked like flat stomach underneath the old, dirty t-shirt that he was
wearing...full of holes...

Kieran couldn't take his eyes away from him. God...he was breath-taking.

"Caviar got your tongue, dude? Go on, Momma is waiting!" he sneered Kieran
coldly once again, but there was a level of amusement inside those eyes.

"Oh Gizmo, go easy on him, its his first day, he's not used to seeing all
of this!" the old lady with the first aid box complained as she rushed
towards the boy, complete with a few band aids clenched inside her fist.

Gizmo...that couldn't possibly be his real name, could it?

Gizmo turned around and winked at Kieran, so that only the two of them
could see it, and Kieran had a sudden rush of warmth that seemed to appear
from nowhere...he had to get OUT of there before his hormones did something
he was going to fucking regret.

"Thank you, Kieran, my boy, you did well for your first day. I'll write
that in your report for the court as well, we'll see you in two days then!"
the old lady smiled at him and signalled Gizmo to sit down so that she
could tend to his injuries.

"Oooh, rich boy gone bad! Tell me, what ya do? Knife somebody?"

Kieran frowned...okay, this kid was fucking Romeo Beckham incarnate but
this "rich boy" crap was working on his nerves.

"Hell no, I stole a car! I mean, borrowed, I didn't ste..."

"Sure, rich boy. Sure as. And I'm totally straight and I don't get beat up
for it," said Gizmo, with another wink.

Jesus.

**

Later that night Kieran tried to send a WhatsApp message to Andy but it
didn't even go through. When he checked, he realised that he couldn't see
Andy's profile picture and he couldn't see when last Andy had been online
either. Wow...when it eventually sunk in that his best friend of sixteen
years had literally BLOCKED him from social media. He never, ever knew a
time when Andy wasn't in his life, in some form or another.

Damn you, Dad. DAMN YOU!

Kieran flopped down on his bed and turned off the lights. He forced himself
not to cry, because that rule had been drilled into his brain ever since he
could remember...boys don't cry, and if they do, it was a sign of weakness.

Gizmo.

Not for the first time since he and his mother came home that he had
thought of him. Kieran closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander...he
tried his best to remember what the boy looked like...those blue
eyes...those strong and muscled biceps that made even his look lame, that
cheeky chappy grin he possessed, his obvious lust for adventure and for
being sneaky...and he totally loved making jokes and playing around with
people, especially Kieran himself.

What the hell happened to him? Why was he on the streets? Those last few
words he said before Kieran left...was it a joke, saying he wasn't
straight? Was that hot ass dude as gay as him? Just like Kieran?

In the background, on the first floor of their double story home, he could
faintly hear his dad ranting and raving once more...he knew it was coming
and he pulled the pillow over his head. He didn't wanna warn his mother
that her new favourite TV Show had gay scenes in them. And all of this out
of a sheer desperate need not to seem that he cared about it...anything to
make sure they didn't suspect a thing. If he had mentioned it, his mother
might wonder why. FUCK!

Kieran turned around and hugged his pillow to his body. How he craved to be
held, and to hold another boy in his arms like he did said pillow...how he
longed, craved, YEARNED to have a boy love him for who he was, to kiss him,
to tell him they loved him, to make sure he was okay and cared for...just
someone to be with.

A tear rolled down Kieran's cheek as he fell asleep, with image of a blond,
dirty boy with a buzz cut and a cheeky smile, hampering himself inside his
dreams.

**



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