Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2023 23:12:27 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: The Boys of Boyden Middle 1 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This romance-heavy middle school series may be familiar to many readers because it was published on Nifty in 2021. Major changes include a switch from first-person to third-person narration, more POV scenes for all five main boys instead of just Ethan and Dylan, more sex scenes, and an improved revision of Beau's character. I hope this new version is more enjoyable. Happy reading! 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===== It was a Sunday in early September and the night before the start of the seventh grade. Ethan Gingerspeck was in his space-themed bedroom, staring at the ceiling where the stick-on stars glowed in the dark. The dim nightlight changed colors of the Northern Lights in soft phases, adding to the astronomical ambiance that provided safety and comfort. After all, this was the only haven Ethan had ever known in his young life. He tossed his cartoony Alien T-shirt on the carpeted floor, then pushed both his star-patterned PJ bottoms and navy-blue boxer briefs down to his bony ankles, leaving his white gym socks on. He was supposed to be sleeping, so that he could wake up in time for school tomorrow. However, he wanted to play with himself again, which was something he did every night while everyone was asleep. As an only child, he was lucky to have his own bedroom in this small house in Boyden, an upscale suburb along a vast lake. Now that Ethan was twelve, a "big boy", his supportive dad had explained masturbation in the words of a pediatrician. He'd explained that Ethan's small, tween penis would grow from a few inches to more, without specifying the length. He'd explained how to "beat one's meat" by making a fist around the penis, then moving it up and down in fast or slow strokes. Ethan had to keep doing it until he felt something he'd never felt before, and his dad had promised it would be the most awesome feeling in the world. What exactly had he meant, though? And why had he learned about it through other boys in middle school, unlike Ethan? Was it because Ethan was almost friendless, and his dad had been more pop for his age? Ethan had only one friend: Beth Boyer, a girl. There was no way she'd ever know about this personal stuff because she obviously didn't have a penis. Ethan continued playing with himself. He remembered his dad saying one thing he still found weird, which was to think about a naked girl. Of course, he didn't know that Ethan's first and only crush was on Dylan Blockstreet, a boy. Dylan could easily be in a boy band because of his clean-cut looks, and he smelled nice whenever he walked past Ethan. Was it cologne, soap, or both? Like Ethan, Dylan was twelve in the seventh grade. However, unlike Ethan, he was part of the Core Four: Beau Witherton, a blond boy with blue eyes and slick curls, thirteen in the eighth grade, and the wealthiest and most pop in all of Boyden Middle School; Martino Morelli, an Italian-American boy with dark hair that fell over his honey eyes, twelve in the seventh grade, and the most pop with the girls; and Cedric Gooder, one of the very few Black kids, was a short and scrawny boy with a baby face, eleven in the sixth grade, and so shy that Ethan questioned whether he actually spoke a single word to anyone. Dylan was also quiet, but he still talked. Everyone else who hung out with the Core Four were mostly in the seventh and eighth grade, especially the eighth because of Beau. Kids in the sixth grade, the lowest grade in middle school, were largely on their own as the eleven-year-old newbies they were. Somehow, Cedric was a mysterious anomaly to justify his pop status. Unless it was because his dad used to play professional football back in the day? The concept of having a pop social life was always a mystery. Meanwhile, Ethan was a pale and freckly ginger that complimented his last name, Gingerspeck, and with brown eyes and a skinny body. He was also far from pop, if visible at all. Focusing back to playing with himself, he pictured Dylan in his mind like the naked "girl" his dad had told him to think about. Dylan's green eyes came first because they made Ethan feel funny stuff inside his heart. He couldn't explain why he felt melty whenever he gazed at them in secret. Then, he pictured Dylan's short, brown hair that was messy in a stylish way. For being a White boy like Ethan, Dylan had a bit of color in his skin, like the sun had given him a light kiss. He wasn't a lobster like Ethan was during the summertime---Ethan practically got a moon burn at night! Hmm, why was the head of Ethan's penis getting wet now? It was leaking something strange and sticky, but it felt good. He rubbed it off and continued daydreaming... Dylan was at a public swimming pool someplace on Earth. Ethan didn't understand what people's fascination with butts was, but he guessed Dylan had a cute one. Maybe? It was obviously small like Ethan's, but judging by Dylan's jeans and shorts, it was rounder than Ethan's flat one. Anyway, maybe Dylan's swim trunks were loose, so that they could come right off as he clamped onto the cemented edge and pulled himself out of the pool. Oops! They did come off! People laughed hard because he was naked. Ethan quietly tittered while stroking, his penis briefly softening from the comical distraction until it got hard again at more naughty thoughts. Aw, poor Dylan! He was about to cry. Ethan quickly followed him inside the bathroom, but he couldn't find him right away. Oh, the stall door was cracked open. Ethan went inside and locked it for privacy. Dylan was still naked because he'd lost his swim trunks. His sun-kissed face was ruddy with humiliation, so Ethan pulled down his swim trunks to make him feel better. There! They were both naked, and they giggled. Ethan moved his fist faster as soon as a new feeling filled his body... Dylan gave him a soft kiss on the lips and told him he was his hero. Why? Ethan wasn't special. Oh, he'd saved him from further embarrassment. Duh! Dylan wanted to give him a reward, and Ethan told him he didn't need one. Dylan insisted Ethan did, and he started rubbing his penis against his with the kind of funny-looking face adults made whenever they were horny. Ethan stroked faster now... Dylan grinned while doing it. He called it sword fighting. He said that one day, they would put their mouths on each other down there and pretend they were popsicles. Picturing it was weird. That was where pee came out of! Ethan guessed Dylan wanted to make him feel good. Ethan wanted to make him feel good, too. The more they rubbed each other, the more they looked into each other's eyes, affecting Ethan's heart and below. His eyes grew heavy while he stroked in bed, and his body felt tingly. In just seconds, a whitish liquid squirted everywhere. Oh, no! What was going on? This had never happened before. His heart pounded through his ears in vibration. Ngh...but it felt so good! His body shook a little, his face relaxed, and his heart rate slowed down. Some of the white stuff hit his chin and shoulder, and the rest landed on his chest and stomach in small globs. The last few drops dribbled down into his small, red bush. What had just happened? Ethan's dad had never mentioned this part of the experience. Ethan scooped some of it off his chest and stared at it. What was this stuff? It seemed squishy. He sniffed his coated fingers and made a sour face because it smelled like a science lab. He wasn't sure why, but he licked some of it and wrinkled his face again. What a weird and funny taste. He tried it once more and swallowed it. Same thing. Blech! But why couldn't he stop doing it? Was it weird to do? Now, Ethan had to clean the rest of this stuff off. He jumped out of bed and grabbed his used towel from hanging against the door. He could just get a fresh one tomorrow. He wasn't scared anymore, but he was still worried. Had he broken his penis? But why did it feel good? Not just good, but intensely awesome. Would he do it again tomorrow? Would it feel as good as tonight? Maybe? Ethan yawned. Whatever had happened made him feel sleepier and super relaxed. He pulled his PJ bottoms and undies back up and threw his T-shirt back on, then climbed back into bed. What a weird experience. As nervous about it as he was, he also looked forward to the feeling it had given him. It really was the most awesome feeling ever, just as promised, and all thanks to Dylan. =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2021-2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.