Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2023 16:42:43 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: All-American Rich Boys 3 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===== The following Friday afternoon was a hot one, perfect for Mason's private pool party. Andy arrived at the Monroe manor, wearing a trendy T-shirt, a nice pair of khaki shorts, and premium leather sandals. He observed the mini mansion. It was made of polished stone, and it had large, glass windows and a wide, dark wood door. Even the stone path to the entrance was polished. This foreign house was where he, his mom, and his two siblings would soon live. Andy waved at Rose with a weak smile before she drove off. She was on her way to spend the whole weekend with Mason's dad in his luxury cabin in Canada. Andy's heart raced at the thought of Mason's private pool party without any adults around. Supposedly, only a few friends would be there. The door opened, and Mason appeared, standing a little taller than Andy. His blue eyes sparkled with that familiar amusement whenever he thought he was better than someone, at least from Andy's observation. Mason was shirtless, revealing his flat chest and tiny nipples that were bright pink. His torso was fully tan from the sun, peach in tone. He wore a designer pair of burnt-orange swim trunks with navy-blue pinstripes at the bottom, and he carried a navy-blue beach towel over his shoulder. Even when going for a swim, his short, blond hair was still combed. He really was a young Ken doll, exactly like one that Erin owned in her Barbie collection. (That explained why eight-year-old her fawned over Mason like her prince charming.) For the first time, Mason's overall appearance caused Andy to feel a twitch down below, and it confused him because he didn't even like him like that. Was it the shirtless factor, or was it something else? It wasn't too long ago since he'd started feeling stuff down there. "Hey, Candy Bar!" Andy was used to Mason's annoying nickname for him. There were worse things to worry about, such as becoming a stepbrother to the biggest snob he'd ever had the chance of meeting. It was bad enough that he'd been forced to get new glasses that were thin and stylish, because the thick pair he'd had for more than a year wasn't good enough. He'd also been forced to get a haircut that was just long enough to comb like most boys in the affluent suburb of Boyer Hills. And all just to blend in! Mason let Andy into the air-conditioned foyer. "Take off your shoes as soon as you get in. Unlike where you live, people here have nice floors in their houses." He sported a seemingly fake smile, which was a forcefully tight expression that was more annoying than anything else. Nerdy outcasts might not be known to have the best social skills, but that didn't mean they were stupid. Andy reluctantly walked inside and took off his sandals. He observed the polished wood floor that led to the cream-colored carpet in the rooms nearby, both probably easy to get dirty to justify the shoe rule. Mason closed the door and sighed, the fake smile quickly fading away. "So, look, I'm just going to be honest with you. Technically, you weren't invited to my private pool party today." Oh. Well, this was awkward. Andy's mom had stressed multiple times that he'd been invited, and Mason's questionably icy tone didn't help. Now what? "But my dad insisted he'd force me to cancel it if I didn't invite you, and I obviously don't want to do that because my friends are already out back. Ugh, I'm not sure why he's making it a big deal since my friends are not your kind of friends and vice versa. Well, assuming you even have friends." Welp. At least, Mason was honest, if brutally so. Ouch. But Andy just shrugged, having never been in the mood to hang out here in the first place. "I understand." Always polite no matter what, for the sake of his mom. "I mean, you know, you're from a trailer park out in the country, and I'm clearly not from an area like that, so, yeah." Andy swallowed, having never imagined Mason would know the truth. Who had told him?! Besides, Andy lived in a bungalow now, so it wasn't entirely accurate. But Mason obviously knew that. Great. Would this change anything? Did Andy want to know? "Relax, Candy Bar." Mason formed another fake smile. "I don't want people to know, especially not my friends. I mean, it was my idea to give you a makeover, since I'm forced to invite you to hang out with my friends." Gee, thanks. While Andy wouldn't have personally cared, he knew that looking the part of an all-American rich boy meant a lot to his mom. He didn't want to ruin anything for her if he could help it. If only it didn't have to change his life in the process. He missed his cheaply priced T-shirts, faded blue jeans, and worn sneakers; they were still comfy! Mason lowered his eyebrows as he glanced around Andy. "Uh, where's your stuff? I don't even see anything with you." Andy's stuff? Oh, no! He'd left it in his mom's car! He gave Mason a guilty look, hoping he could borrow a pair from him. "I...forgot it." Mason rolled his eyes, his sun-kissed face reddening softly from presumable annoyance. "Seriously? It's a pool party! How do you not remember to bring swimwear? God, Candy Bar, how dense can you be? Like, duh?" Andy frowned, wishing he could speak his bitter mind that quickly boiled from within. What a tool! Unfortunately, this was just the beginning of the kind of life he'd never asked for. Besides, politeness went a long way to benefit his mom. "Just let him borrow one of yours!" said a tall, Latino-looking boy in a friendly tone as he showed up in a wet pair of American-themed swim trunks. He carried a damp, sky-blue beach towel around his toned torso, covering only one of his small, brown nipples. He was deeply suntanned, and his brown eyes looked warm and welcoming. He smoothed his wet, dark hair back from falling over, probably since he had the sides and back of his head shaved. He flashed a bright smile; everything about him was easy on the eyes. "I'm Ramon, by the way." "I'm Andy." It was more of a shy mutter, but he didn't feel uneasy around him like he did with Mason, which helped. "Yep, Mason told me a little about you. Glad you came." A pale boy with green eyes and short, brown hair caught up with Ramon, standing shorter than him and about the same height as Mason, making Andy the shortest so far. He was shirtless, too, with a body like Mason's, except his tiny nipples were a darker pink than Mason's. His swim trunks were two-toned: the upper half in white, and the lower half in green. "Hey, I'm Elliot," he said in a friendly tone. "You're Andy, right?" He formed a lopsided smile and waved in an off-kilter motion. Andy nodded, feeling a little more relaxed to know that he'd been expected and was instantly welcomed. Was Mason the only one who didn't like him? Elliot and Ramon were already friendly in a way that Mason had never been---genuinely speaking. "Anyway, none of my swim trunks will fit Andy," Mason continued in a curt tone. Ramon smirked. "Pfft. You guys are skinny as hell. You can all swap clothes and be fine. Mine are the ones that won't fit since they're a little bigger." "Yeah, well, they're too expensive to let anyone borrow." Ramon gave Mason a headshake, but his white smile still showed he wasn't annoyed. Maybe he was used to the attitude. Then again, with Elliot's silent but seemingly good mood, he was probably used to the attitude, too. "Your dad's not going to be home soon, right?" Ramon asked as if making sure. Mason shook his head. "Not until Sunday, why?" "Good." Ramon dropped his towel on the wood floor, then pushed down his swim trunks and kicked them off. "Wear mine, Andy, even though they'll be a little big on you." Andy, Mason, and Elliot exchanged shocked looks, and it was clear that Ramon had no shame. Were all the rich boys of Boyer Hills like this? Or was it just him? What made him feel so bold? Andy would never! That said, without being too obvious, Andy managed to observe Ramon's body. With the body of a tween jock, Ramon was as built as a boy his age could be without being unnaturally muscled. His brown penis was thick and had extra skin that Andy didn't have on his. It also hung at a length that made Andy blush. There were even some dark hairs around the base! Andy was naturally smooth down there. Would he eventually grow some auburn hairs of his own? Ramon tossed his swim shorts in Andy's direction, landing on the floor in a wet slop. Why didn't Mason say anything about him leaving them there? "I'm clean," Ramon insisted, "but if you're still iffy about it, just get naked and meet us out back." He shrugged, grabbed his towel, and turned back to where he'd come from, Elliot following along. Ramon's small bubble butt was impossible not to notice, currently lighter than the rest of his body. As soon as Andy felt another twitch down below, along with the threat of getting hard, he quickly grabbed Ramon's swim trunks and held them against the front of his khakis. The last thing he wanted was for Mason to notice his confusing physical excitement. "Hey, guys!" Ramon called from way out back. "I finally convinced Elliot to get naked! It's officially a nude pool party!" Oh, no! Naked...? Mason rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to him. There's no way I'm getting naked, and neither are you." Phew! What a relief! Andy definitely wasn't complaining about that. *** Mason lounged under the sun on one of the wooden lawn chairs with cushy padding for extra comfort. He'd just gotten off the phone and was annoyed that Hoon's foster parents let him come over, after all. Like with Andy, Mason felt obligated to invite Hoon over, albeit for different reasons. Whereas Andy came from a trailer trash family, Hoon was adopted by a family richer than Mason's, getting even more attention than him. Ugh, spoiled brat! To be fair, Hoon rebelled against his fanatically Christian family to have some fun in his life. It was hard to blame him for it. Mason watched as Ramon and Elliot splashed each other in the pool while their swim trunks were laid out on the polished-stone ground. Since the freshly mowed backyard had a tall privacy fence all around it, it was a relief whenever Ramon had another of his crazy ideas. How could Elliot be so bold and get naked, too? What had gotten into him all of a sudden? He did seem loopy today. Also, why had he been so close to Ramon lately? Were they now bigger buddies than ever? God, everything about Ramon was perfect, and Mason couldn't begin to know where to start if he wanted something to happen between them. But nothing would ever happen because Ramon was straight. He probably only showed his nudes to gloat about having a bigger dick. Now that Elliot had shown his in real life for a prolonged length of time, it was Mason's turn soon. Sometimes, he wondered if joining the Bold Boys Club was a mistake. Andy finally showed up after getting changed in the guest bathroom upstairs. He had to hold Ramon's swim trunks from falling. What was the point? Sure, Mason could let him borrow a pair, but that wasn't going to happen. It was bad enough that he had to share his dad with a woman who was pure White trash. Ramon stopped splashing as soon as he looked in Andy's direction. He laughed, probably at Andy having to hold the swim trunks from falling. "Dude, just take them off at this point! If me and Elliot can get naked, so can you!" Andy blushed hard, clearly not feeling comfortable enough to do so. Mason especially wasn't going to strip, so he couldn't blame him. Ramon sighed but didn't seem annoyed. He swam away from a very-loopy Elliot and pulled himself out of the pool with his strong arms, no ladder needed. His naked body didn't help with Mason's horny intrigue, and watching naughty gay videos on the internet only made him extra curious about what it was like to touch and be touched. Thankfully, lounging on the lawn chair made it easier for Mason to hide the little boner in his swim trunks. Ramon stepped into the large, wooden patio and grabbed his sixty-four-ounce, stainless-steel flask from the glass surface of the wooden table. Then, he swaggered toward Andy with a smirk and handed him the flask. "Here, have some energy. It worked for me and Elliot. My twin bros made it for us today after they insisted it was the perfect party drink. They call it Badass Juice. Not sure why, but whatever. It's tasty." "Probably because it boosts your energy and makes you feel badass?" Mason guessed. He'd tried a little sip but had found that it tasted a bit funny, like pink lemonade with a hint of ass---not that he knew what ass tasted like! He'd be shocked if Andy ended up liking the drink. He was surprised that Elliot had drunk quite a bit of it. Wait a minute! While Ramon had always been outgoing and totally unshy, he did seem extra so today, after drinking the Badass Juice, and Elliot had also started acting differently after his share. Could there be something hidden in there that shouldn't be? "Come on, chug it, that's it, yeah!" Ramon cheered. Andy took a big gulp of the Badass Juice and seemed to like it, shocking Mason. As the swim trunks Ramon had lent Andy started to fall, he gripped the elastic waistband, only for Ramon to pull the swim trunks down to Andy's ankles. Mason's jaw dropped. Andy looked like he'd seen a ghost. He quickly put the flask down on the patio floor and reached for the swim trunks, but Ramon grabbed his hands to stop him and held them in his, grinning like a loopy dork with questionable tendencies. "Ramon!" Mason barked as he got up from the lawn chair. Oh, God... Andy looked mortified, and rightfully so. Mason rushed toward him and pulled the swim trunks back to cover Andy's privates. Hmm, not a bad view, though. Wait, no, ew! Someone cleared their throat from behind. "The door was unlocked, so I got in," said a soft and boyish voice with a slight accent. Mason and Andy turned around to see Hoon standing there with a subtle smirk, just a tad smaller than Andy who was already short and scrawny. Hoon wore a salmon-colored tank top, cream-colored swim trunks, and black flip-flops. Overall, he looked like a kid version of a K-pop star with a doll-like face, and his skin was a pale brown that got nicely tanned under the sun. However, his foster parents forbade him to have eyelid surgery, much to his irrational disappointment. Ugh, Mason prayed that word about this awkward moment wouldn't get out, seeing as how the sassy little Asian boy loved to gossip whenever he was bored. He wasn't a mean jerk or anything, since he was genuinely friendly, but it was hard to trust whether he was up to no good or not, depending on his mood. "Hey, Hoon, what's up?" Ramon greeted with a dramatic wave, his big dick dangling between his legs like it was no big deal. Hoon let out a dramatic sigh. "I didn't realize this was `Middle School Boys Gone Wild'. And yeah, Andy, I saw it all. Whoops, too late." Not that Hoon seemed to care. Andy's face was so red that Mason wondered if he'd pass out from the presumed anxiety. "Hey, guys, are you going back in the pool?" Elliot asked as he approached them, still fully naked. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't dare to be naked in front of anyone. Today was a weird day. "Well, this wild pool party just gets better, doesn't it?" Hoon said with an amused face. "Come on, get naked with us!" Ramon insisted with a wide smile. "I have some Badass Juice that'll help loosen you up." Hoon snorted. "Badass Juice? I didn't know you guys drank." Mason raised an eyebrow. "Uh...we don't?" Hoon pursed his lips, giving him a knowing look. "Sure, Jan. I might be the son of a zealous pastor, but I'm not zero years old." "But we don't!" Ramon protested, then handed Hoon the flask. "It's not even alcohol. Here, try it and see." Hoon took it and gave it a whiff, then wrinkled his nose. "Smells like ass. Nope, I'll pass. God, what would your families say if they knew you were throwing a wild party with nudity and questionable drinks?" Mason frowned, knowing all too well how powerful gossip could be. The last thing he needed was for his limited freedom to be even more restricted. Meanwhile, Andy started to seem oddly relaxed for having been humiliated. Maybe that big gulp had already calmed him down. Hoon smirked. "You guys look like I'm about to rat you out." "Well, are you?" Mason worried. Another smirk. "Hmm, should I?" "Oh, come on, Hoon!" Ramon whined. "Don't be like that." Hoon giggled. "You guys are so silly. If this is the kind of party you normally throw, then count me in. You'll just have to invite me every time from now on." "So, you're not going to rat us out," Mason realized. "Duh. My parents would freak out and ban me from coming here. But I'm not getting naked, so don't push it." Mason could live with that, even though he'd rather not have Hoon around at all. What a show stealer. Suddenly, Mason felt threatened, like he'd eventually become irrelevant. *** A few hours later, Elliot and the other four boys floated in the swimming pool, just chilling after having tossed a couple of beach balls and playfully fought over a large floaty. Now, only Ramon was still naked. Elliot had felt like he could fly as the earth had slowly spun. When the feeling had gone away, he'd no longer felt comfortable being naked. What had gotten into him to be so bold? He would've never done such a thing, yet he'd done so, much to his confusion. Hoon must've been more prudish for getting wet with his tank top on, having never taken them off. But that wasn't even the highlight of the party. The whole time, Elliot had been giddy around Ramon, even though it didn't guarantee a chance with him. Still, it felt nice talking to him and being naked around him. Because of that, he clung onto the biggest hope ever that something could finally happen between them. Anything at this point, even a horny moment if it ever came to it. But was Ramon really straight? Sometimes, Elliot questioned it because of how open that Latino hottie was. Of course, Ramon would never admit it if so, making the mystery more torturous. His butch dad was apparently super homophobic, albeit super handsome enough to make Elliot smile. Like father, like son! Well, in the looks department, anyway. *** What the hell did Eduardo and Emilio put in the Badass Juice? There was no way this foreign feeling was merely a "small boost" of energy like those sneaky twins had promised. Ramon had felt so loopy from the mysterious feeling that, after fading away, he wanted more. He didn't care if it smelled like ass. Unfortunately, the Badass Juice was all gone. Still naked, Ramon relaxed against the edge of the pool. Mason and Elliot stood on either side of him, torturously close as usual. Across from them were Hoon and Andy with a greater distance between them, both leaning against the opposite edge. Ramon's swim trunks floated more noticeably as Andy still wore them, always easily able to slip right off like they'd done so when the boys had played water games, when Andy had been a little loopier from having another gulp of the Badass Juice. What a nice view: a pink dicklet and a cute, pasty butt with a very slight roundness to it, similar to Elliot's. Well, no, Elliot's small one was a touch rounder. Being naked felt great, but even better when three of the five boys had been naked for a moment. If only Mason and Hoon could strip. If only all of them could be naked together for the rest of the party. If so, what would happen next? Granted, Elliot was an easy win if Ramon had to choose only one, but if he didn't have to, why not try all four boy flavors? Hoon splashed a bit of water in Ramon's direction, but he missed by a long shot from being too far away. "So, what made you get naked in the first place?" "Eh, just having fun. Why are you still wearing your tank top instead of being shirtless like the rest of us?" "Not all of us are body builders." "Pfft. I'm hardly one myself." "But, seriously, why are you naked when that's not even normal in town?" Why was Hoon so interested in knowing? Ramon shrugged, pausing for a moment. "I think there was something in the Badass Juice." Hoon formed a subtle smirk. "You mean, the ass drink?" Ramon chuckled. "Yep, it definitely smelled like ass, but it was so fruity and tasty." Hoon gasped. "What if that stuff really came out of one of your brothers' asses?" Mason scoffed, narrowing his eyes at him. "Seriously, Hoon? That's gross!" He shuddered in disgust, and even Elliot and Andy exchanged similar expressions. Gross or not, Ramon chose not to believe it. Eduardo and Emilio liked their share of pranks, but they would never go that far. Besides, wouldn't there be poop in it if that were the case? The drink itself was definitely clean; Ramon had seen them making it in front of him. That said, it was kind of funny to think about as an ass joke. Hoon shrugged, then looked below with a smirk. "Well, apparently all this ass talk gave Ramon a boner." Ramon formed a sheepish grin as the rest of them curiously glanced below as well, his big erection in full display under the water. "Caught. But not for the reason you think." As if he cared at this point. Then again, when had he cared? Who would be able to prove he wasn't straight? Normally, he wouldn't have gotten naked in front of anyone---pics for friends didn't count. The Badass Juice truly lived by its name. "Ugh, I'm jealous of your size," Hoon said in dramatic frustration, officially the talker of the party when the others would've normally talked more than they did. Well, maybe not Andy, since he seemed generally reserved. Or was it just that awkward for him to see a big dong? Hoon suspiciously gave it another glimpse, a longer one this time. Hmm, what was that all about? Then, he looked at the others. "So, when's the party over?" he asked in an intrigued tone. Mason shrugged. "When it's over. You guys can stay the night if you want." Hoon sighed, frowning. "I wish, but I can't. Parents and all. Ugh, whatever." "I'll have to ask my parents," Elliot said as if in doubt. "We'll see, I guess, but no promises." "Well, count me in," Ramon said in an enthusiastic mood. "You do have a ginormous bed, after all." He winked at Mason. Elliot's mood seemed to have brightened up in an instant. "Actually, now that I think about it, I think my parents won't mind. I'm pretty sure I can stay. So, count me in, too." Mason smirked at Ramon. "I do have guest rooms, by the way." Ramon shrugged. "Okay, whatever, I get it. Well, maybe me and Elliot can share a room in case Andy wants one for himself." Elliot seemed happy about that. Mason paused, looking a little odd about it. "I mean, you don't have to sleep in any of the guest rooms. Like you said, I do have a ginormous bed." What was up with him? He'd seemed so sure about Ramon sleeping in one of the guest rooms until the idea of Ramon and Elliot sharing a bed had come up. "Oh, I don't mind sharing!" Elliot chimed in. "It's totally okay!" Mason gave him a weak smile, not saying another word. Ooo-kay, then... Andy formed a little smile. "I'd stay if I had some extra clothes, especially since my mom will be gone all weekend, but I don't." "You're right, you don't," Mason said curtly with a suspiciously cold look on his face. "Oh, well. Some other time. Maybe." "Wait, I thought Andy was moving in with you?" Hoon asked with curiosity. "Not until after our parents get married." Mason slapped on a fake smile that couldn't fool Ramon. "We're going to be a happy family. Yippee." Ramon ignored Mason's unreasonable attitude and gave Andy a friendly smile. "Well, I think you should stay. Mason has plenty of room here. Besides, you're going to move in here eventually, so why not?" Mason gave Ramon a look that said it all. What was the big deal between him and Andy? Was there something he wasn't telling Ramon? "Well, I'm sure Andy wouldn't want to leave his siblings home alone." "Actually," Andy began with a hopeful smile, "Erin's at a friend's house for the weekend, and Danny's fifteen, so he'll be fine on his own. In fact, he prefers it." "See, Mason? Problem solved!" Ramon gave Andy a thumb-up, then gave Mason a dramatic pat on the shoulder with a knowing grin. "You're the best host ever! Thanks!" Mason looked like he was trying to control his mood, his cheeks reddening with what was probably annoyance. Whatever feelings he had for Andy, they clearly didn't seem all that great. Ramon wasn't stupid. Maybe now that four of the five boys were having a sleepover, he could try to make things right between them. Maybe a little Truth or Dare could be a promising start to an interesting (and hopefully long) night. =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.