Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2021 02:07:24 +0000
From: Mick Juventus <mick.juventus@protonmail.com>
Subject: Kyle Knuckles Under - Chapter 6

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***Chapter 6***

The passionate session with Kyle and Alex was still fresh on Angus's
mind. His special birthday treat for Kyle had really been appreciated.
All three boys were physically drained after Round 2, especially Kyle.

The following day when Angus was walking home he saw a shirtless boy over
a block away running toward him. It was more like gliding than running as
the boy's stride was so smooth and effortless. It was his friend Ricky
Plumpski. Both boys were glad to see each other. Ricky had just finished
a conditioning run and looked luscious in his trainers and running
shorts. His sweaty back and chest glistened in the morning sun and Angus
caught his boy scent as it wafted about.

"How's the new school Ricky?" ask Angus cheerfully as they joined in a
bro hug.

"It is good. Still learning the scheme. The best part is I made varsity
soccer," replied Ricky.

"Cool! I guess that's hard to do as a freshie," said Angus.

"Yes, it is. I am the only year 9 on the squad. What about you? What is
new?" ask Ricky.

"Well, school is a rerun since they're making me repeat 6th grade. That's
my second repeat. Kinda sucks since I should be in 8th or 9th. Being a
late summer birthday, my parents started me a year late so I just turned
fuckin' 15 years old and I'm only in 6th grade! I hate this place with
their mandatory tests. I'm no good at those tests. I pass my classes but
they can't advance me until I can pass those exit exams. I can drop out
when I'm 16 which I'll probably do," said Angus with a bit of
exasperation.

"Will your parents let you?" ask the surprised Ricky.

"Ricky, my life is like that country song 'You Never Even Called Me By My
Name'. My parents are out of the picture. My Uncle Hector raises me and
he don't care much for classroom learning. He stayed on the farm when my
dad moved to the city. I'd rather move back to the farm and help him out.
He's here now living with me and my older brother Andrew. If you ever see
a guy at your school that looks like a taller version of me that would be
Andrew. You should meet him. He's cool," said Angus.

"Andrew goes to my school? What year is he in? By the way, I do not know
that song you mentioned. It sounds like your home and school life have
been turbulent though," said Ricky.

Angus had to pause to translate that turbu-what word into english. Ricky
must mean my life has been rocky or sketchy maybe?

"It's not all bad. I'm friends with a couple of 7th graders from the
neighborhood. Do you know Kyle and Alex? They always hang out together,"
said Angus.

"Does Kyle have light hair and is Alex's dark? There are two boys who
walk to school together that I use to see every morning. I think I know
who you mean but I do not know them," replied Ricky.

"That sounds like them. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow. It's the weekend,"
suggested Angus.

"I would like that. Say Angus, what are you doing tonight? My family is
leaving town this weekend for an away field hockey tournament so I am
home alone unless I want to sit in the rain and watch my sisters chase a
ball around with a stick. We have a tent setup in the backyard. Would you
like to sleep over?" ask Ricky.

Angus spoke with his uncle and got permission. He texted Ricky and said
he'd be there by 5:30. Around 6:00, they ate pizza and chatted.

"You're not from around here, are you?" ask Angus.

"Why do you say that?" replied Ricky.

"Seriously? You talk funny. Nobody around here sounds like you. It's a
strange accent ... actually sounds like two accents, and you pause a lot.
Is English your first language?" inquired Angus.

He didn't mean to be rude but Angus didn't talk much and when he did he
tended to be blunt.

"I thought you were going to say something about my skin color, not the
way I speak. I was born in Oklahoma on an Indian reservation. So that is
two accents and accounts for my skin tone. When I was age 5 my family
moved to England and we lived there until I was 11. There are loads of
different British accents and the teachers come from all over with their
local accents and expressions.  So yes, I do speak differently than the
kids around here," explained Ricky.

"I didn't mean it as a criticism. I like the way you talk and your skin
is cool.  It's like dark honey. I wish I had your skin. My great grand
parents came to the States from Scotland. We got no accent left and my
skin goes from white to red during the summer. I can't tan worth shit. I
just burn," said Angus.

Angus tugged at his waist band to show Ricky how pale the top of his rump
was and the reddened skin that transitioned from his back. Ricky felt
awkward but did the same except he revealed a dark honey back that
transitioned to a light honey rump.

Angus reached for Ricky's bare skin and ran his fingers over the light
honey rump and tugged the shorts a little lower to get a better look and
feel.

"Damn you're skin is smooth. Don't take this the wrong way but your skin
is awesome and the muscles in your butt make me jealous," said Angus.

"I practice soccer all summer without a jersey so my skin darkens. By the
way, forcing myself to say soccer is kind of awkward. The proper name is
football. But you will not hear my teammates saying they are
footballers," said Ricky.

"Soccer player, huh. Is that why your legs look the way they do? I mean,
you got flex in your calves and your butt is all muscular," said Angus.

"You do not miss much do you Angus? My father will not let me weight
train until I'm through puberty so I have to run a lot and do ground
exercises to condition my legs," said Ricky.

"You're already 14, right? How much more puberty does your old man expect
you to go through?" joked Angus.

Ricky was quiet. He didn't know what to say and it made him feel very
inadequate.

"Angus, I would like to tell you something but not if you will make fun
of me. It is personal," said Ricky.

This was weird thought Angus. He looked at Ricky for a moment trying to
figure out where this conversation was going.

"Well, if you're gonna tell me you're actually a girl I'll probably try
and get in your pants even though I've seen your dick. I mean, you've got
a great ass. Otherwise, say what you want and you can punch me in the
stomach if I ever make fun of you for it," said Angus.

"Since you brought it up, do you remember seeing my penis, er, my dick at
that awful party?" ask Ricky.

"Yeah, I remember. You're uncut, a bit stubby, and you shave your pubes
for sports. What of it?" said Angus.

"That is the sensitive part so please choose your words carefully. I had
not shaved my pubes. They have just begun coming in. The reason I could
not cum when that, that slut, attacked me at the party is because I was
not developed enough down there. In August I had my first wet dream. Do
you think I am a freak?" ask Ricky.

"You're not a freak ... except for that part about wet dreams. You don't
beat off enough or you wouldn't be having wet dreams," said Angus.

Ricky interrupted, "I do not ever wank even though some boys in England
did it to me. Father does not approve. He says it will drain me of my
spirit," explained Ricky.

Ricky's other statement was registering. Angus could not imagine having
no feathers until after middle school. Feathers is what some country boys
call pubic hair. His feathers had started coming in when he was age 11.
Angus rose from his chair and threw an arm around Ricky and drew him in
to a bro hug. Ricky was caught off guard but raised an arm and put it
around Angus.

"Dude, I'm sorry for some of the things I said at the party. I totally
misread the situation. There's always a few bald boys in 8th grade. If it
makes you feel better, I never heard your name mentioned even once. But
wait. Jill said she made you cum three times. Why would she say that if
it wasn't true?" ask Angus.

"Oddly, I think she was trying to protect her reputation as what you call
'a slut'. I also think she claimed it as an excuse for fingering me. When
she got caught by you guys doing that to my bottom she just made up a
story about it making me cum. Oh god, that was so humiliating," said
Ricky as he began to break down.

Angus drew him tighter into the bro hug and softly said, "That's over
Ricky. You're wise enough to stay away from Jill. I told the guys at the
party to leave you alone and they did, right? You're an outlander so
there's something you got to understand. I may sound hopeless at times
but that is just being realistic here in this god forsaken state. Life in
Delaware above the canal, sucks. There's no beach or lakes up here and
the ponds are full of eels from the pollution. There is nothing to do but
sex and drugs and crime to pay for the drugs. That slut's dream was to
blow every boy in the 8th grade! Where the hell else is that a girl's
dream? I guarantee that last year there were at least 10 other girls and
a few boys who would have done the same thing if they had thought of it
first. People in Delaware are desperate. The number one reason guys from
New Jersey come here for college is because they know they'll get laid,
and more. Hell, guys from Philly drive down on the weekends because they
know they can easily pickup teen girls who are just giving it away. My
uncle says things have only gotten worse since most of the factories
closed in Wilmington and New-ark. Did you know we used to have a Chrysler
and a GM car plant in this pissant state with only three counties? All
them jobs are gone. All. He told me there was a girl who took shop class
in his 6th grade class just so she could let boys finger her in one of
the shop rooms. After they got good and horny she would offer to give
them a blow job after school for a buck. No shittin. Today you can get
that blow job for free," said Angus.

Angus's rant continued, "Virginia has this bumper sticker left over from
the 60's that says 'Virginia is for Lovers'. If Delaware could afford a
sticker it would say, 'Delaware is for Losers.' I'm not trying to depress
you but people who have lived here a while often get mean and twisted,"
ended Angus.

Ricky drunk in what Angus had said and a lot of it made sense. He had
finished his pizza though and wanted to do something else. He loved to
play the board game 'Ticket to Ride' but that was boring with less than
four players. He suggested Blokus but had to teach Angus how to play.
Angus loved it and they played three rounds, winning two of them.

"Angus, are you good at maths?" ask Ricky.

"You mean math, Brit Boy. Yeah, I'm decent at math. Why do you ask?"
replied Angus.

"You play Blokus really well. It is a good game for people who can
envision geometric shapes and pathways," replied Ricky.

"When you sort out fields for farming you have to be good at that. We
don't call it geometry though. Have you ever seen a corn maze? Some
farmers are great at creating them just for fun," said Angus.

Ricky was struck by how the two boys viewed the same thing. It never
occurred to him that farmers had real brains. He figured they just had a
lot of experience and the right tools.

"It is only about 8:00 pm. Would you like to watch a movie?" ask Ricky.

"Sure. Got one in mind?" ask Angus.

"To be honest, I have been watching this special collection on amazon
prime called "Coming of Age" films. The next one up is a Canadian film
from 2001," replied Ricky.

"That's kinda old. I may have seen it. What's it called and what's it
about?" ask Angus ignoring the fancy 'coming of age' words.

"It is called 'Jet Boy'. I try not to read the plot summaries. It ruins
the film for me. But I did read that it is about a 14 year old boy from a
broken home who does desperate things just to stay alive. Have you seen
it?" ask Ricky.

"Doesn't sound familiar. Let's try it as long as we can watch something
else if it gets boring," said Angus.

The supple boys laid belly down upon throw pillows and began watching the
film.

Less than five minutes into the movie Angus asked Ricky to pause it.

"Can you turn up the volume and replay the last minute or so?" ask
Angus.

"Sure," said Ricky.

"Are you hearing what I'm hearing? That boy is panting and grunting and
moaning. It sounds like he's wrestling with that man he met in the
diner," said Angus.

"I think you are partially right. They are not wrestling though. I did
not hear the noises from the boy until we turned up the volume. I think
the man was doing something to the boy," replied Ricky.

They continued watching the film and moments later the man was
apologising to the boy as they hugged. The boys shifted their hips on the
floor and ended up lightly touching each other at the hip. They watched
the entire movie with occasional pauses to clarify what was happening to
the boy.

"Damn, I can honestly say I have never seen a movie like that. It was
really good but kinda awkward to watch what that boy was going through,"
said Angus.

"Coming of Age films show what has, and what can happen to us as we
become adults. I like them because it takes some of the mystery out of
growing up. You probably have not seen a film like 'Jet Boy' because it
is not a Hollywood production. Canada is not that far away but the films
from there often have a more European flavour," said Ricky.

"European flavor? You mean like boy fucker films? Gives a whole new
meaning to BFF," taunted Angus as he pushed Ricky's shoulder.

"Angus, you know that is not what I meant. My father says Hollywood films
are shite and I agree. They glorify violence and action and they rarely
have the slightest idea of what real love resembles. European films are
much better crafted. They reveal life and reflect on reality and focus
far less on what some screenwriter's opinion is. The best films I have
seen that are made in America are the independent films that are not made
in Hollywood. The movie 'L.I.E.' (Long Island Expressway) is a great
example. You can compare it to 'Jet Boy' after you have seen it. If you
liked 'Jet Boy' there is another Canadian production called '10 1/2' that
is even more dramatic. It was made in Quebec so they speak french. I
speak a little french but I watched it with english subtitles and it was
easy to follow. That movie left me a little disturbed after the opening
ten seconds but it is a really good film. Hard to imagine so many
talented young actors. I wish I could act," said Ricky.

It was 10:45 pm so the boys decided to move to the tent for the night.
They put things away and cleaned up a bit.

"I gotta race like a piss horse! Where's your bathroom?" ask Angus.

"Yet another of your country boy sayings? The washroom is found at the
door beneath the stairs. It is only ten feet from you so kindly do not
soil my mum's carpet you barbarian," replied Ricky.

Ricky had already made of pile of blankets and sleeping bags along with a
couple of pillows. The boys carried them to the tent and Ricky returned
to lock up the house. Ricky wasn't kidding about the size of the tent.
This could sleep a family of 6-8 people and you could stand up to walk
about. Angus was use to tighter confines so he rolled out the sleeping
bags next to each other. That way the boys could chat without raising
their voices, not that anyone was around to hear.

"I know it will cool off some more but for now I'm gonna sleep on top of
my bag. I got my best boxers on so don't tear them if you wake up
thinking you're Jet Boy," laughed Angus.

Ricky tried to laugh too as he said, "Good idea," and withdrew from his
bag and stretched out in his red briefs.

They chatted for a few minutes about this and that but eventually quieted
down. Angus was still restless. He tried to calm himself but it wasn't
working. He liked listening to the sounds of nature but tonight would
have been a good night to bring earbuds so he could listen to music as he
fell asleep.

"Ricky, Ricky? I'm sorry to bother you but I have trouble getting to
sleep most nights. I have a routine and we haven't followed it. Would you
mind helping me?" ask Angus.

"Don't be sorry Angus. It can be hard sleeping in a strange place. I'll
do whatever you want. Just tell me," replied Ricky.

"It would be easier if I just showed you and then you just repeat it.
Okay?" ask Angus.

"Like I said, anything you want," said Ricky.

"Okay, just stretch out like you were and relax. Everything I do is part
of the routine so try to remember it. Ever since my dad got violent with
me I go to my big brother's bedroom and share his bed. This is what
Andrew does to help me," said Angus.

Angus got up and straddled Ricky kneeling just above the waist. With his
knees on the ground on either side of Ricky, he sat shifting his weight
back on top of Ricky's rump. Leaning forward he grasped the tops of
Ricky's shoulders with his hands and began squeezing from his neck to the
outside of the shoulder. His powerful fingers kneaded Ricky like bread
dough. He used a variety of techniques as he worked his way all the way
down Ricky's back, pausing occasionally to work over any areas that felt
tight. These areas were given deep thumb pressure drawn in circles
simultaneously. Ricky would have fallen asleep except Angus kept shifting
his weight which ground Ricky's pelvis into the tent floor. He wasn't
trying to get aroused but it was just happening. For a fleeting moment he
put himself in the place of the Jet Boy, Branden.

Angus's hands stopped moving and he leaned forward and kissed Ricky on
the forehead softly speaking into the boys ear, "Good night Angus. I love
you and will protect you always."

As Angus shifted off Ricky to return to his own sleeping bag Ricky spoke,
"I am not Angus. I am Ricky."

Angus laughed saying, "No shit Sherlock. That's what Andrew says to me.
It's part of the routine."

"I feel so foolish Angus. Please forgive me. I did not realize, I mean, I
was not thinking," said Ricky adding "Your brother's routine is
beautiful. I feel so relaxed. I will try my best to do it as well as
Andrew would."

And with that Ricky crawled on top of Angus. He misjudged the size of
Angus's rump leading him to mistakenly drag his erection across Angus's
bottom. Angus said nothing and Ricky quickly assumed the position and
began kneading the boy's shoulders. Ricky took nearly twice as long as
Angus to complete the massage. He wanted to be sure his friend got a good
night's sleep. Ricky was in awe of just how broad Angus's shoulders and
back were when you actually had to travel your hands and fingers along
every inch. Ricky had large hands for his frame which came in helpful as
he worked the boy's thick shoulders.

When Ricky's hands came to rest just above Angus's boxers he made every
effort to recall the exact words Angus had spoken. He knew this was the
conclusion of the routine so it was important. He thought about where
Angus had placed his kiss and how softly he had spoken into his ear.

Ricky spoke, "Good night Angus. I love you and will protect you always."

Angus was very relaxed but not asleep when Ricky carefully climbed off
him and laid down on his own sleeping bag. Angus shifted closer to him
until their sides meshed and threw an arm around him that landed across
Ricky's hips. Next Angus slowly tucked his head against Ricky's warm
shoulder and planted a kiss upon it.

Angus whispered, "Good night Andrew. I will love you forever and ever"
and then fell asleep as the words separated from his lips. Ricky followed
suit and was fast asleep.

The exchange of confidences and reassurances between the boys would soon
be needed, perhaps desperately.

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End of Chapter 6
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