Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2021 21:30:20 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: DMing Boys - Ch 1 DMing Boys by TheRealCOG & Underjug ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Chapter 1 The party had been fun for about 10 minutes, but Grayson was now looking for an exit. The things he did for his best friend, Lane, truly verged on the heroic. It wasn't that Grayson didn't like people or gatherings, just not high school people and their shindigs. Parties like these were an excuse for guys to act stupid to impress girls and for girls to pretend they liked that sort of thing. Give Grayson a birthday bash at the Family Funplex with his gaming group any day of the week and he was much happier. It was his best friend's girlfriend's sweet sixteen, though, so Grayson's attendance had been decided upon by Lane, Nadine and the rest of the people he called his friends. His one act of rebellion was refusing to dress up for the occasion; instead, he opted for his usual funeral-black gamer clothes. Finding a nice quiet corner in the living room, Grayson pulled out his phone and called up his favorite chat service. If physical escape from the party wasn't an option, then the only recourse was to virtually check out. In seconds, he was logged into one of his favorite chatrooms, "Gamer 4 Life." The tension in his skinny 16-year-old body was already melting away. Sure, Lane would later give him grief for being a wallflower, but his friend could just suck it. Grayson had agreed to come to the party, he hadn't agreed to be social. A miracle happened - one of his gamer boys was in the chat! Grayhawk69: OMG kill me now. This party sucks. RonnieRogue: So just leave. Grayhawk69: Wish I could. I have to stay for at least an hour or there'll be heck to pay. RonnieRogue: Awww. You should use a Charisma check to talk your way out. 😛 Grayhawk69: No good. Lane's Intelligence is way too high. 🙁 A sudden commotion drew Grayson's attention away from the chat. Across on the other side, a sopping wet boy in a Speedo was being pushed into the house by Nadine. Grayson's jaw actually dropped. The tween over in the kitchen was an absolute stunner with his perfectly tanned skin, pretty eyes and blond hair. Plus a Speedo! Grayson couldn't believe the cutie was wearing that sweet little banana hammock! Most near-adolescents, scratch that, most dudes wouldn't feel brave enough to wear such a skimpy item. But Speedo boy didn't seem bothered about being seen in it by a room full of older teenagers. He just appeared to be annoyed at Nadine. "I said I'd get out in 10 minutes!" Speedo boy protested. "You weren't supposed to be in the pool at all today, you dork!" Nadine screeched at him. "Now get up to your room!" "Mom and Dad said I could have some cake!" Speedo boy argued. Nadine folded her arms. "Fine! One piece of cake and then back to your troll cave!" Cal frowned at his stupid sister and then at all these intruders. Nadine had ordered him not to leave his room for the entire party. But the 11-year-old had heard splashing and laughing and knew her jerky high school friends were playing in his pool. Well, not like Cal owned the pool or anything, but usually at this time he had the back deck all to himself. He loved to go skinny dipping. Just him and the water. It wasn't right that Cal couldn't at least swim a few laps. He'd even put on a lameoid Speedo so that his stupid sister wouldn't scream at him for being naked. The swimsuit was already squishy from being wet and Cal couldn't wait to get it off. "Outta the way, dumbass," roared some gross jock, who shoved Cal aside to grab a drink. "This is my house," fumed Cal. "Nadine told you to stay in your room, twerp," said some fake blonde putting on more lipstick. "She said I could have cake!" Cal snapped back. The gross jock and fake blonde ignored him and started talking to their friends. As punishment, Cal cut a huge slice of cake that included two special sugary purple roses and part of Nadine's name. He plopped the slab on a plate, sat on a stool in his squishy Speedo, and shoveled forkfuls of cake into his mouth. A big frown spread across his face as he chewed. Already Cal was bored. The youth opened the junk drawer to retrieve his phone he'd hidden so that no one could find it. With one hand he was eating cake and with the other hand logging onto his chat site. Grayson frowned. This was another reason he hated his fellow high-schoolers - they were such utter jerks. Clearly Speedo boy hadn't done anything to warrant their bullying. Grayson almost went over to offer his support, but he didn't. The teen was pretty careful to make sure no one found out that kids who looked like this one were his favorite snack. Only Lane knew that Grayson ran a gaming group full of tweens. His friend thought it was weird, but he liked how weird Grayson was and that was why they were friends. Grayhawk69: I think this sweet sixteen just got better... RonnieRogue: Really? Grayhawk69: Could be. LittleHawk10: Are we still doing the sleepover this weekend? Grayhawk69: Of course. We have to see if the party can rescue you from the orcs. HulkSmash157: OMG ur gaming group has sleepovers? wish i could join! 🙁 **Calabunga has joined the chat** Calabunga: Anyone start playing Mystery of Hanging Hill yet? Game is crazy scary. HulkSmash157: mom won't let me play says I'm 2 young 😡 Calabunga: Dang that sux. Grayhawk69: I actually played a demo for it. Calabunga: No way really?! I'm halfway through. Will finish it while my stupid sister and her stupid friends have their stupid party. 😡😡😡😡 Cake was knocked off Cal's plate. It splattered all over the boy's bare chest. "Hey!" The sixth grader looked up to see the gross jock passing by with the fake blonde. "Oopsy." "Go to your room." The pair walked off laughing. Gritting his teeth, Cal set aside his fork and plate. He scooped mooshy bits of cake off his body and stuck them in his mouth a little at a time. His chest was smeared with frosting, same with his lips. Using his other hand, Cal typed furiously underneath the comment by Hulk: HulkSmash157: u dudes are sooooo lucky, horror games rule 🙁 Calabunga: I'm in an actual real horror, a stupid friend of my stupid sister just knocked my cake all over me. 😱😱😱 Grayson paused, glancing from the screen to Speedo boy sitting just 10 feet away. It couldn't be... But somehow it was. Too much of a coincidence for it to be anything else. Between that shocking revelation and the sight of tasty frosting on that delectable-seeming skin, Grayson's brain locked up for a minute. It was like the teen needed a full system reboot to clear out the sludge. Damn... He really shouldn't scam on his best friend's girlfriend's little brother. But he was going to do it anyway. The gamer geek licked his lips and slid into Speedo boy's DMs. Grayhawk69: Don't let those two losers bug you. The girl is cheating on her dude with the entire track team and the dude uses so many steroids his balls are the size of almonds. No one actually likes them. All that was left to do was to smile over at Speedo boy and wait to see the reaction. Maybe the message would be met with a scowl or a roll of the eyes. Grayson had been shot down a few times. But there was always hope the cutie would be happy to have an ally. Cal jolted when he saw the message pop up. With messy fingers still stuck in his mouth, he brought the screen right up to his face and reread the post. Frosting dripped onto his bare leg. Then he typed: Calabunga: Wait. How'd you know about that? Grayhawk69: Look up, Calabunga. Puzzled, Cal lowered the phone and raised his eyes. Staring right at him was one of the teenagers. This one stood out because everyone else was ignoring Cal. But not this particular dude. He was grinning. Suddenly shy, Cal pretended to be interested in his phone. He didn't dare look up again. It was unusual to be smiled at, especially when the entire room didn't want him there. The teenager standing against the living room wall was all in dark. His hair, his eyebrows, his shirt, his pants. But he wasn't one of those frowny emos. He seemed like a regular guy and kinda nice. Cal busied himself licking off the rest of the frosting while staring at his phone even though he wasn't doing anything with it. His face suddenly got red for no reason. Thoughts ran through his head about what a lameoid kid he had to look like with cake all over his body. From across the room, Grayson stared at Speedo boy. So many boxes were being checked. Blushing, looking flustered, dotted with frosting... Grayson had to have him. Somehow. Whether or not this cutie would one day be part of the hawklings, well, time would tell. But the horny 16- year-old had to find a way to get Speedo boy alone and naked. Yeah, Grayson was going to turn the tween's whole day around. And turn his world upside-down. Grayhawk69: The party is seriously lame. He waited for a response, watching the youngster fretting for a bit. Grayhawk69: You're Cal, right? I'm Grayson. He did finally remember Speedo boy's name. This was his first time over at Nadine's and she had only ever mentioned her little brother by name once or twice. Honestly, he'd forgotten she even had a sibling. Cal didn't quite know what to do. He felt naked, but not the kind he enjoyed being. The room was definitely getting warmer because his face was burning. But one thing Cal wasn't was rude. It's just that he'd never been in a situation like this before. At least most of the cake had been cleaned off and he promised himself not to finish the rest of the frosting so that he wouldn't look weird. Another message popped up in his DM: Grayhawk69: That's ok, you don't have to answer. 😉 Thought I'd just let you know I agree the party's lame. 😵 A smile tugged at the corners of Cal's lips. This dude, whoever he was, was kinda funny. Shaking a little, Cal typed back: Calabunga: It is. The youth didn't know what else to type. And he was too nervous to look up into the eyes of a teenager. Who seemed cool. Grayson surreptitiously snapped a photo of Cal and sent it along to Ronnie in another chat window. Then he went back to his DM with the cutie. The window of opportunity was open just a crack and he had to be very careful getting it open. Grayhawk69: I have a bunch of cheat codes for Mystery of Hanging Hill. I can get them to you if you want. Calabunga: Really? Grayhawk69: Yep. One gives you extra health. One boosts your weapon. Oh, and there's a hilarious one that makes it so your character runs around naked. The gamer geek didn't mention he also had a mod that made the main character look 11 years old. Even talking about the naked cheat code was pushing it a little this early in the flirting, but he was curious how Cal would react and it was all in the context of game talk. So it wasn't like Grayson was tipping his hand or anything. The boy wouldn't have any idea his new friend was lusting after him. Not yet, anyway. Cal started to relax and the room got less warm. He couldn't believe a naked mod existed for a horror video game! It was pretty funny, so emojis seemed to be the best response. Calabunga: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Grayhawk69: Pretty hilarious, right? Calabunga: I gotta see that. Ya my name is Cal. Grayhawk69: Nice to meet you, Cal. Calabunga: You 2, thanks for Cal had his arm grabbed roughly. "All right," said his stupid sister, "you had your cake. I don't wanna see you for the rest of the day." "Ok, I'm going!" protested Cal. "I'm going!" The kid yanked his arm free. "Geez." Very slowly, Cal shuffled out of the kitchen. He still didn't look up, keeping his eyes glued to the cellphone screen. Calabunga: Sorry Nadine is making me stay in my room 😡 Grayhawk69: Don't worry, we can still talk if you want. Calabunga: REALLY???!!! Ok need to go there, don't leave k? 🙂 Grayhawk69: I'll wait for you. 😀 Calabunga: brb!!!!!!!!!!! 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀 Grayson would wait all day for that hot little guy. The 10th grader smiled to himself, feeling happy for the first time since arriving at the party. He loved boys Cal's age. None of them had that obnoxious need to act like they were all that and a bag of chips. They were way more open and honest and just a lot more fun to be with. Even as his teen years went on, Grayson still found himself drawn to the younger set. Then when it became apparent such boys could be seduced and even liked to be fucked, well, he'd lost all interest in guys his own age. "Hey, Gray," said Belinda, the school slut, as she suddenly invaded his space. "It's Grayson." He hated being called "Gray." "Party is fire, huh?" Grayson could tell the girl was already drunk. "Uh, yeah, it is." Suddenly, his phone beeped. Calabunga: Still there? Grayson typed back: Grayhawk69: Yeah, I'm stuck here. Unlike the lucky dude who has a hiding place to run off to! Cal had run so fast to his bedroom he'd nearly smashed into a bunch of the teenagers who'd refused to move for him. Every delay might have meant that Grayson was so bored he'd leave the party. The youth had managed to reach his destination and slammed the door. After having typed his first response, Cal had yanked off his Speedos. It was shocking and embarrassing to see himself boned up and he'd wondered how long his penis had been like that. But at least there was no squishy swimsuit to have to deal with - Cal was now completely naked like he usually was at this time when skinny dipping. It'd only been about 15 seconds before Grayson had responded, but to Cal the wait had felt like an hour. The cool guy in black was like a life preserver in this storm called Hurricane Nadine. Cal had to make doubly sure Grayson wouldn't leave, so he quickly typed back: Calabunga: Oh ya, forgot you were still at the lame party. 🙁 Grayhawk69: That's ok. I get to talk to you. ?? Calabunga: So the cheat code really lets you see the guy with NO CLOTHES??? 😳 Grayhawk69: All the dangly bits. Calabunga: 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀 Grayhawk69: Grrrr, gotta deal with something. Don't worry, still here. One sec. Oh god, Grayson literally had Belinda's tits heaving at him. Talk about a boner-killer! The geeky teen wasn't sure how to reject someone politely. He'd never been in this situation before. But, like, for real, had she not got the memo? "I'm gay." The school slut snickered. "I know. That's seriously hot." Grayson couldn't even respond. He glanced over at Lane, who was smirking and giving him a big thumbs up, which was the opposite of helpful. Weren't best friends supposed to be there for you? Wasn't there a code about bros or something? He never did understand straight guys. His phone beeped. RonnieRogue: Just saw the pic! OMG is he a new hawkling? Cuuuuuute!!! Grayhawk69: We'll see. Then a DM came in from the other window: Calabunga: You still there? Grayson looked back at Belinda trying to snare him with her "fuck me in the broom closet" eyes. He gave her a weak smile. "Uh, sorry, friend's having a crisis. I gotta go." With that, Grayson fled. It wasn't elegant or studly, but without any kind of reputation to defend, he didn't care. Paul, the roid-monkey who'd been tormenting Cal, called out, "Run, Gayson, run!" thinking he was a comedian. Grayson had said he didn't want to come to the party. Was there any wonder why? The high-schooler decided this was life's way of pushing him forward, so he made for the bathroom for the sake of anyone watching and then changed course and headed upstairs. It was easy to spot the door to Cal's room since it was the one decorated with Ninja Turtles. Grayhawk69: Sorry, I was being harassed by a skank. Had to flee. Hope you don't mind me crashing in your bolt hole. Grayson sent the message but didn't wait for a response. In the next moment he walked into the tween's room, which was decorated with more Ninja Turtle stuff, a few swim trophies, a pretty sweet gaming console and a hot naked boy. Cal, propped up against his pillows, had been sitting with both legs spread. His focus was on his phone, his brain trying to figure out the newest message. As his door flew open, the youth glanced up and locked eyes with Grayson. Before it got supremely embarrassing, Cal threw the covers over his half-boner. He watched Grayson apologize and slip into the bedroom. The door was closed before anyone from the party could see anything. Cal mumbled, "Um...Hi..."