Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2023 16:44:26 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: All-American Rich Boys 1 DISCLAIMER: The names and details of my characters are fictious. Resemblances to real people, living or dead, are coincidental. REMINDER: Please donate to Nifty! =====BB===== On the Fourth of July, Andy Barr lounged in his new gaming chair that was too large for his short and scrawny frame, his little legs hanging in mid-air. Teen boys, like his big brother, were lucky because their feet could naturally rest on the floor. If only Andy could physically grow overnight and look awesome for once, rather than be stuck with his nerdy and childlike appearance that got him bullied more often than he admitted to his overbearing mother. Focused, Andy fired away at the cheap, wired gamepad, his thumbs rapidly mashing the buttons to defeat the target enemies in his favorite pixel RPG for the Nintendo Switch. At eleven, he was more than old enough to play E10+ video games, since ratings mattered to his mom who, until recently, had only allowed him to play the kiddie titles his little sister played. Well, Super Mario Bros. didn't count because all Mario games were awesome. A hard knock on the door startled Andy, and he rolled his hazel eyes after losing a life in the next dungeon. He lifted his thick glasses up from sliding down his nose, tossed the gamepad on his bed, and went for the door. "Hey, Candy Bar!" Andy stifled a groan at the sight of Mason Monroe, but he knew better than not to be polite if he wanted to avoid another boring lecture from his mom when it came to rich people. Then again, as long as his spine was still missing somewhere in the ether, he couldn't get himself to be impolite even if he could get away with it. Mason carried his Zelda-themed travel backpack. He wore a pastel-green-and-cream-striped T-shirt, sandy-colored khaki shorts, and light-brown leather sandals, a far cry from Andy's used clothes from the Salvation Army. Mason's short, blond hair was always combed, unlike Andy's auburn bedhead that reached his earlobes. Complete with a light suntan, Mason looked like what a California Ken doll's hypothetical son would look like. Heck, Andy's pasty skin couldn't even get a tan, just lobster red in the worst way. Mason sported a smirk, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. That could only mean one thing: he'd come to show off something new among his epic collection of electronic toys. "I finally got The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Edition console before it was sold out again," Mason announced smugly. Oh...of course. Lucky! Andy didn't even have the Nintendo Switch OLED model to begin with, just the original one from 2017 as a hand-me-down from his big brother who thought he was "too cool" for Nintendo. Then again, Mason also had the Xbox Series X and PlayStation 5 to play on his 75-inch TV, as well as two Nintendo Switch Lite consoles to travel with (because he couldn't decide between two color choices). He even had the iPad Pro 12.9-inch, just so that he could play the latest and greatest mobile games. Now, Andy was stuck with having to feel inferior again. Why did Mason even bother coming over, anyway? Oh, right. His dad and Andy's mom were engaged, forcing the two boys to become family against their will. *** Still at Andy's embarrassingly small bungalow in this trashy rural town, Mason was already bored because Andy didn't have the awesome stuff he did. Was he really that poor to justify not being able to afford much? If Mason could afford it, then why couldn't Andy? It wasn't like he was homeless! Ugh, thank God it was Andy who was going to be living with Mason in his affluent suburb and not the other way around, not that Mason even wanted a stepbrother in the first place. Being an only child meant he got all the attention, and soon, that would change. Mason grabbed his iPhone Pro Max. He opened the browser in private mode, then checked his secure email account and opened the new file attachments Ramon had sent him. He observed Ramon's shocking nudes that only members of the Bold Boys Club knew about. What a bold move to break the ice, not that Mason ever complained. Like with all of Ramon's nude pics, the new ones made him hard down there, something that had recently begun happening ever since turning eleven earlier this year. Since Ramon was also eleven, did he experience the same thing? It didn't look hard in the pics, just big and brown compared to Mason's and Elliot's small and pink ones. (All three members had had to show theirs in person to form the club). Also, why did Ramon's have extra skin, like a turtle in a shell or something? Mason's and Elliot's weren't like that at all! Well, Mason knew one thing for sure. He secretly liked Ramon: dark hair, brown eyes, a brown tan, tall, and faint muscles from so much outdoor activity, almost as thin as Mason and Elliot. But no one knew a thing about Mason's feelings for an actual boy, and he'd make sure it stayed that way. *** On his king-size bed, Elliot York's naked body shook while his fist moved up and down at Ramon's nude pics that made him feel stuff he couldn't explain. That familiar awesome feeling hit him like a tidal wave every time he finished playing with himself. He still wondered why no white stuff ever came out, even though Ramon insisted that teen boys and grown men experienced it. Maybe soon? Elliot got up and smoothed out his short, brown hair from looking uncombed, just in case his parents started questioning if he was lounging in bed instead of getting ready for the big Fourth of July festival that was hosted by wealthy donors. His green eyes felt heavy, but there was no time to take a nap. God, Ramon really was bold to have taken those nudes. Maybe Elliot should be next now that Ramon had broken the ice? It wasn't like they hadn't seen his, the only part of his body he'd shown in person as part of getting into the club, albeit briefly. Why did Ramon even start the BBC, anyway? It was fun, and Elliot was glad to be a part of it, but the point of it was a mystery. Still naked, Elliot observed his pale body in the standup mirror, his thin frame and average height as normal as other eleven-year-old boys, like Mason. (Ramon was tall and slightly thicker in an athletic way, so he was an exception.) Elliot was going through changes that made him feel weird, but kind of good, too. Did this stuff matter now that he was going to start middle school in the fall? Rumor had it that the students there could be mean and wild, but also horny, according to the internet. Before joining the club, none of this had ever crossed Elliot's mind. Why now? *** At the high-end salon, Ramon Villanueva studied his new look through the hand mirror his female stylist held out for him. His straight, dark hair was done in an undercut, with the sides and back shaved to a zero, and the top slicked back with a mint-tea-scented leave-in conditioner. Marcos Villanueva patted Ramon's shoulder with a proud smile. "That's my boy! Always looking good for the little ladies." He gave him a knowing wink. "Oh, I'm sure they'll be fawning over him in no time, Mr. Villanueva," the stylist joined with a proud smile of her own. "Especially when he starts the sixth grade this fall." Ramon recoiled on the inside. As if that would ever be a reality. Even though he was still discovering himself at age eleven, he knew that girls didn't make him feel the same way boys did. Unfortunately, his Puerto Rican parents were super trad about that stuff, what with being Latinos, and it didn't help that his dad had a certain reputation to uphold as a retired professional baseball player. As a result of Ramon's popularity, everyone wanted to be his friend. But Mason and Elliot were different, hence the reason they were all best friends. Maybe they could finally welcome one more member to the Bold Boys Club, if they could find someone trustworthy. As the club founder and leader, Ramon had to think about what to do next as a group, since he didn't have many rules or even a specific agenda. All he wanted was just to share naked pics with other boys because it made him feel hopeful for some kind of private experience, but there was no guarantee that Mason and Elliot shared the same feelings about boys. Maybe one way to know was to kick it up a notch. Ramon had recently discovered gay porn on the internet, still learning what "twinks" meant, other than that they were cute. Maybe he could find a way to show Mason and Elliot and see how they'd react. =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.