Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2023 14:55:01 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: The Boys of Boyden Middle 2 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Unlike the "Hide and Suck" series, "The Boys of Boyden Middle" will not have a bunch of sexual interruptions that lead to cliffhangers, since the word count per chapter is generally longer and much more varied. 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 Monday morning, the first day of the new school year. With his Lego-themed backpack over both shoulders, Ethan walked to his new locker in the seventh-grade division of the building, located on the left-hand wall. The wide hallways were quickly crowded because of how small the one-floor building was. Ethan found his locker and opened it, ready to start the day. He smiled at Beth whose locker was right next to his, just like in the sixth grade the previous school year. It made him feel less alone to have a familiar face by his side. "Hi, Ethanoid," Beth said with her usual nonchalant expression. Had she lost a little weight over the summer? She'd never been fat to begin with. Ethan gave her a little smile. "Hi, Bethbot." They had given each other their bot names in elementary school when they'd grown closer as best buds, and it had stuck. As a perk of not being pop at school, they could get away with cheesy stuff and not worry about being cool or uncool. "I realize I wasn't around much over the summer." Despite Beth's inexpressive face, Ethan knew her well enough to know she was apologetic. Besides, she was direct and never sugarcoated anything. He never had to worry about her lying to him. "I understand. You were busy with your summer homework project." "Extra credit is extra credit." Ethan grinned. "Not that you need it with your perfect school performance." "Actually, school performances can't be perfect because that would mean they're incapable of declining, and a decline would render them more inferior than what they imply." Ethan forced a smile on his face. Beth often took things too literally because she didn't naturally understand figures of speech, nuanced implications, obscure metaphors, and the like. He wasn't sure if she was on the spectrum or if it was just her personality. Regardless, she never bothered him, and he'd never expect her to change. She was who she was, a best friend. As Ethan randomly looked through the crowd, Dylan captured his attention right away, making his heart feel melty at the sight of him. Dylan's locker was against the opposite wall and a little farther to Ethan's right when facing that wall. He stood alone at the moment, and Ethan was tempted to greet him, even a simple hello. Being so pop, Dylan probably had girls drooling over him. It was a surprise that he didn't have a girlfriend yet, since even Martino apparently had had several. Ethan imagined Dylan lived a normal life. Everyone seemed to like the boy, and he never bullied anyone. He even had a nice, deepish voice and was more masculine than Ethan, not that Ethan was feminine. He'd probably think about him again while playing with himself tonight. Before Ethan could even have the chance to say something to Dylan, Beau swaggered toward Dylan with that distrustful smirk of his, and they began talking. Well, that figured. Ethan shifted his focus back to his locker, always invisible to pop boys. It wasn't that he cared about being more known or relevant, but it would've been nice if Dylan could notice him for once. Did he like Legos? Star Wars or Star Trek? Mario or Zelda? Anime or western? K-pop or American pop? How about medieval music? Maybe one day Ethan would have the courage to say something to Dylan, but for now, he'd continue being an invisible boy living a dull life. *** Carrying his backpack, Dylan trudged toward the front door of the downtown condo he lived in, a short walk from school. Even though school was done for the day, he didn't want to go home. It wasn't that the first day of school sucked. It was because of his mom's boyfriend, Mike. He'd quickly become the head of the household after recently proposing to her. He was in charge of everything like he was Dylan's dad, not that Dylan remembered what it was like having his dad around before he'd left town for reasons his mom refused to tell him. The other problem was Mike's son, Josh, who was almost fifteen. Dylan had finally met him over the summer, long after Mom and Mike had started dating. Okay, so, Josh was super hot: a fit jock with short, brown hair, bright, blue eyes, and a bubble butt to envy. Dylan might've also thought about him in ways he probably shouldn't, since he was his future stepbrother. Yeah... Blame the hormones! But Josh's hot looks didn't change the reality that he was a jerk. Mike defended him every time he acted like a mini boss around Dylan with his condescending tone. Thank God Dylan still didn't have to see him at school this year, since he was in the ninth grade at Boyden High. Sadly, they'd be in the same school for two years after Dylan graduated from Boyden Middle School the year after next. Dylan had to bite his tongue whenever Mike and Josh ranted against gay guys, if just to avoid any suspicion---hot lesbians were fine, of course. If only Dylan's mom was single again. Unfortunately, she and Mike were getting married next year; it was a done deal. Then again, she never said a word in his defense, always pretending she wasn't listening or just turning her head away nonchalantly. Dylan went inside and shut the door, feeling prepared to enjoy what few minutes he had of peace and quiet. He had the whole place to himself until Josh came home from school. Ugh... Any minute now. Dylan marched up to his room and put away his backpack. He remembered when he didn't have as much homework, back when he was more of a kid and had childish things in his room. But he wasn't a kid anymore. He was thirteen and felt pressured to grow up faster than he could keep up with. His room was in muted colors, and his backpack was like one an adult would have. It was all to appease Beau who mocked boys their age for wanting to cling onto their childhood. After all, Beau was tall and looked old enough to be in high school, and with having a December birthday that had forced him to start kindergarten a year later, he was almost fifteen. Wow... In a few months! If only Dylan could be youthful again, like that cute ginger with his Lego backpack. Was he new? If not, he must've flown under the radar because Dylan didn't know anything about him in all of Boyden. He wouldn't mind getting to know him, though. The thought alone put a smile on Dylan's face, turning into a little blush whose reason he couldn't explain. He yawned, feeling tempted to take a nap. Ugh, but homework, and lots of it. All his classes had assigned something for him to do, like all the teachers ganged up on their students in a secret room, laughing wickedly while coming up with devious plans. Okay, obviously not, but they were being butts about overloading students with stuff to do. Dylan suddenly felt the urge to relieve some stress before starting homework, since it worked every time. He closed his door, always wishing there was a lock, but he at least had enough minutes to himself for a quick relief. He took off his clothes because it felt more comfortable this way. He grabbed a flash drive stored in his dresser and connected it to his phone. He browsed through a bunch of gay porn clips, thanks to an anonymous online contact who played the same farming sim games as he did---they had met on a gaming forum. For the past few months, Dylan's anonymous buddy had been sending him a few clips at a time, mostly softcore because butt stuff was kind of weird. (Butts were nice to look at, though!) Dylan had over a hundred clips on his flash drive. He preferred the cloud, but physical storage had more space if he didn't want to pay a subscription, and it helped whenever the internet went out. Dylan chose a video clip of two hot college jocks doing oral, leaving it on repeat because of how short the clip was. He started stroking, focusing on the giver's performance and wondering what it was like to be either of them. Did it feel as good as most guys claimed? Was the orgasm stronger from sex than from jerking off alone? Dylan didn't dare to try anything sexual, though. Besides... How would it happen? And with who? As Dylan was close to release, the door flew open, making him drop the phone on the carpeted floor after quickly losing his grip. "Whoa, what the hell are you doing?" Josh asked in clear shock. Dylan's heart pounded. Never had anyone seen him naked before, much less masturbating. He started shaking, his eyes watered, and his lips quivered. Then, knowing all too well how bigoted Josh and Mike were, Dylan burst into tears, scared of the possible consequences. Josh sighed, but it was so dramatic that Dylan didn't buy it. Josh didn't care about anyone but himself. He closed the door, walked toward the bed, and sat on the edge. "Were you watching porn? I mean, you're literally naked with your phone, so..." Oddly enough, his tone sounded different, less mock-y and with a questionable hint of concern. He immediately grabbed Dylan's phone off the floor and observed the activity on it. "P-please don't tell anyone, J-Josh! Please!" "Oh..." Was he freaked out? Disgusted? Mad? "Um...this is gay porn, Dylan, what the hell?" Dylan swallowed, trying hard to come up with any excuse in the world. The paranoia made him dizzy, and he swore he could faint from the fear of being outed. "I-I was just curious...th-that's all!" "I see." To Dylan's surprise, Josh pulled him into his strong arms and held him close. His masculine scent of deodorant, cologne, and dried sweat soothed Dylan in a way he couldn't explain, making his heart rate slower. Dylan finally stopped crying and sniffled. "Are you going to tell on me?" Josh drew a big breath. "Nah, it'll be our little secret. I'm honestly shocked you're gay, since you don't act it, but no worries. We both know how my dad and your mom are about that stuff, so I promise I won't say a word about it." Relief filled Dylan. He wasn't sure why, but he got a little hard being naked in Josh's arms, which confused him. "But you hate it, too." "Eh. Sometimes I say stuff I don't mean. Let's just leave it at that." "Oh." Josh's hand slid down Dylan's back and cupped his small butt cheek, giving it a little squeeze. What...was he doing? Why was he touching him back there? They were supposed to be stepbrothers! Well, technically, it wouldn't be official until next year, but still. "Between us, I've been getting a little curious himself." Dylan's eyebrows rose. "Really?" "Yep. I'm trusting you with that, too." "Why would I tell anyone when I'm gay?" "I know, just making sure." Josh let go of Dylan's butt and started groping his big bulge while watching the video. "Have you ever done anything with a guy before?" "No." Ever since meeting Josh, Dylan couldn't stand him one bit. Now, he started seeing him differently, which confused him more than ever. "Virgin, huh?" Josh continued watching the video. Obviously. But did it matter? Josh was suddenly so focused on the video that it made Dylan question whether he actually liked what he saw. Then again, he'd literally just touched him in a way Dylan had fantasized about more than once. Who would've thought that a gay-bashing bigot would turn out to be more open-minded than anyone could ever imagine? Not only that, but Josh was strangely nice to Dylan like never before. It was like he'd changed out of the blue after catching Dylan doing his business. Still groping himself, Josh asked, "So, which of these two guys would you be if you were to do this in real life?" Dylan wasn't sure because his fantasies varied and were usually brief. Maybe both? "I'd definitely be the one getting head, no doubt." The front of Josh's shorts was wet, which told Dylan more than he needed to know. "God, I wonder what it feels like. I bet it's amazing. Probably warm and soft. What do you think?" The sound of the front door opening startled them before Dylan could even process any more of this. It was most likely his mom. Josh jumped off Dylan's bed and quickly handed him back his phone. "Put your clothes back on!" he whispered firmly. "We'll talk about this later." He adjusted his bulge, the shape looking bigger than Dylan had imagined, then rushed out of the room in quiet steps and closed the door softly. Dylan quickly got dressed, still feeling confused. What was wrong with Josh all of a sudden? Why had he touched his butt? Granted, Dylan liked it more than he wanted to admit, but still. Was Josh gay, too? Did he...want Dylan? =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2021-2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.