Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2023 14:40:41 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: The Boys of Boyden Middle 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===== It was Friday, and the first week of the school year was finally ending. Every day in math class, Ethan had been sitting next to Dylan. Dylan didn't have his usual pop friends here. So, Ethan had him all to himself for the hour. He hoped Dylan would say something to him one day. Why did the boy always make him feel melty? Ethan played with himself every night with thoughts about him, but that wasn't only how he felt about him. His heart felt funny stuff whenever he was in the same room with him. "Hey, is swim class still open?" a pretty blonde asked from behind Dylan. He turned around and gave her what looked like a sympathetic smile. "No, sadly. It filled up fast before school even started." "Damn, I waited too late to switch classes. How is it so far?" "I like it a lot. The coach is preparing us for the swim team at Boyden High, in case we want to join in the future." "Nice." "Yeah, it's great practice for me since I'd like to be on the team." "Maybe next semester, then." Could Ethan ever be interested in taking swim class in the future? He swam in the large pool at the local family center every summer, but it wasn't anything special. In fact, he probably wasn't good enough to join the swim team at Boyden High School. "What about Martino?" the girl asked with a smirk. "Is he any good?" Dylan gave her a stronger smile. "He's one of the best swimmers, actually, but Cedric Gooder is getting a little hard to beat lately. Cal Watersand is also good." "Well, I don't care about Cedric or Cal, I care about Martino, hence why I asked about him. And since he's your friend, I want to know everything about him. Like, does he still have a girlfriend? I heard about some drama going on between him and Gina, but I wasn't sure if it was true." Dylan's smile weakened. "You'll have to ask him yourself. I don't get in his business. Sorry." "Oh. I see." Why were people so nosy? Who cared about one's love life? Ethan focused back on the lecture and continued taking notes. He wondered what it was like to be in swim class. He remembered seeing a bunch of photos on the school website's sports page, and all the boys wore speedos. He wasn't sure if he'd dare to show that much of his skinny, pasty, and freckly body. Then again, Cedric was smaller and younger, and he had to be comfortable enough to be as good as Dylan claimed to justify showing his scrawny body. Martino was clearly comfortable because he dominated many of the photos, and he was in awesome shape for being twelve. Were other seventh graders in shape, too, or just him? The other boys on the photos were in better shape than Ethan, but nowhere near as toned as Martino who had to have worked out a lot to get a body like that for his age, which was impressive in and of itself. Mrs. Matnick sighed while in the middle of a lecture, equation after equation already filling up the whiteboard. "Where on Earth is Jasper? Why is he taking so long in the restroom?" She glanced at Ethan with a warm smile, always friendlier to him than to most of his classmates because he paid more attention. "Ethan, could you please check up on Jasper and tell him he needs to come back to class?" Ethan gave her an obedient nod. "Yes, Mrs. Matnick." "This is the third time this week. I'm going to have a serious talk with him after class." She shook her head while rolling her eyes and continued the lecture. Ethan got up from his desk, laid his backpack on the chair, and walked out of the classroom. He wouldn't have been surprised if Jasper Swearingen had been skipping because he didn't seem to like school very much. He was supposed to have graduated last year, but he'd failed and had to repeat the eighth grade, which meant he'd be fifteen by the time he did graduate---assuming he would. That had to be embarrassing, especially since his picture was going to be in the class yearbook twice in a row. Mrs. Matnick often had to shush him in class whenever he whispered stuff to his friends, but it was often futile. Jasper was kind of handsome, though: brown hair, brown eyes, pale, tall, and skinny. He probably didn't have trouble getting a girlfriend. Ethan rushed to the nearest bathroom in the eighth-grade division. He checked everywhere, but Jasper wasn't in here. Ethan tried the one in the seventh-grade division. Nope, not here either. Where was Jasper? Finally, Ethan tried the one in the sixth-grade division, and he recognized the sneakers inside the last stall. Jasper faced the toilet as if peeing, jeans down to his ankles. It was suddenly silent, making the moment kind of awkward. Ethan wasn't sure why, but a weird idea came to him, making him grin. He sneaked toward the door, then opened and closed it. Slowly, he crept back near the stall. "Okay, I think they're gone," someone whispered. That deep voice sounded so familiar. It wasn't Jasper, but the sole pair of feet were his, which was confusing. "Yeah, it's literally dead silent now, and I heard someone leave." Huh? That was Jasper! Why was he in there with someone? He was the one standing. So...was the other one squatting over the toilet? Ethan was super confused. Weren't stalls supposed to be for one person at a time? "God, my legs are getting tired," said the other boy. "But we could get caught if anyone sees two pairs of feet in one stall, and my shoes are more recognizable than yours." Wait a minute... Was that Beau? It started to click in Ethan's head the more he paid attention to the voice. "Yeah, yeah, you got them from some snooty place in Paris because you're pop and have a shitload of money. I get it already." "Jealous much?" "Whatever." What was going on between them? Confusion continued to plague Ethan's thoughts. After a moment of silence, he heard something funny. It was the same sound that a person would make when sucking a popsicle. Somehow, it sounded tinny, like it didn't come from either of them. Was that from a device? "Dude, this video's hot!" Jasper whispered. "That little twink is practically devouring that jock's big dong." Ethan's mouth dropped open. Huh...? "Guess you're not so straight anymore, huh?" Beau said in an amused tone. "Pfft, I still like girls and always will," Jasper insisted. "Just...you know, figuring stuff out. I mean, thanks to you, I don't feel shy about jerking off in front of someone." "Which is why I want you to help me start the bate club. You'd be my first bate mate. We can brainstorm some rules and the club's name the next time you come over." Ethan lowered his eyebrows. Bate club? Bate mate? What did that even mean? Jasper sighed. "I'll think about it, okay? This is all still new to me." "I get it. By the way, I tested the waters with Martino the other day as more of a hypothetical idea, and he seems super interested in becoming a bate mate. Of course, he thinks it'd be straight porn, which I might have to play to avoid suspicion." "Wait, Martino would join? Of all guys! Seriously?" "He might, and you know damn well how straight he is." "Duh. That's why I'm shocked." What were they talking about! The whole conversation left Ethan more confused than ever, and torturously so. First, there was the fact that two boys were hanging out in a single stall. Then, there was the fact that they watched what sounded like a naughty video. Now, they were starting a bate club and would become bate mates, whatever that meant. "What about Cedric?" Jasper asked. Beau chuckled. "No way in hell he'd ever join something like that. I actually suspect he's asexual because he never shows any interest in girls or boys. Believe me, I've probed all I could, but to no avail." Cedric was asexual? Now, Ethan really wished he was allowed to use the internet on his own to learn everything Jasper and Beau talked about, but his parents always had to monitor whatever he did because of bad adults who kidnapped kids to do bad stuff to them. "Oh...I see," Jasper said in a weird tone. "Doesn't mean he is, just a guess," Beau added. "You like him, don't you?" "Hey, I'm straight! Remember?" "Yeah, yeah, okay. It's not like I'm oblivious to your body language and suspicious curiosity about younger-looking porn stars." "Whatever!" Was Jasper mad? "Chill, it's okay. I'm not judging you at all. And since Cedric's Black, maybe you like dark meat, too, since not all the twinks on the videos you jerked off to were White." Beau still sounded amused more than anything else. "Can you please just shut up and let me get off before I have to leave? Mrs. Matnick's probably throwing an old lady tantrum by now." Ethan realized he'd been eavesdropping for too long and had to get back to class as well. So, he quietly rushed to the door, opened and closed it, and walked only halfway back toward the stall. "Hey, Jasper? Are you in there?" "Y-yeah?" He definitely sounded nervous, and Beau obviously wouldn't say a word. "Mrs. Matnick told me to check up on you because she wants you back in class as soon as possible." "Tell her I'll be right out! I was constipated at first, but I'm almost done! You can leave now, okay? I'll go back to class in a sex---sec!" "Okay!" Ethan finally left the bathroom. Confusion hit him hard again. Why would Jasper and Beau hang out in a stall to watch naughty videos and have weird conversations? Should Ethan tell someone? Then again, if they got into trouble, he might end up becoming their target for being a rat. Never mind! *** Bored on a Friday night, Dylan wished he could hang out with Beau. It was bad enough that they didn't have any classes together, since they were a grade apart. For some strange reason, Beau hadn't wanted to take swim class, despite boasting about being better than everyone in the class and even everyone on the high school team. Shame, because it would've been the only class he and Dylan had together, which was something. They talked over the phone for a while, then ended the call. Dylan heard Josh playing a first-person shooter game from his room next door, on the right-hand side. The two boys were alone in the condo while their parents had gone out to spend private time together, but they'd probably be back home soon. Would Josh ever come into Dylan's room again? Ever since he'd touched him in a way he shouldn't, he hadn't done it again. It had done nothing but confuse Dylan, especially since Josh was a hot, fourteen-year-old jock. Meanwhile, Dylan was a twelve-year-old boy with a thin body, albeit slightly toned from so much swimming. He'd jerked off every day with thoughts about Josh, only to feel weird about it afterward. He'd had those kinds of thoughts about him before, but they were different now. Stronger. And super confusing. Dylan decided to lounge in bed and play a cozy farming sim on his phone. He wore a lime-green T-shirt and cream-colored khaki shorts, both from one of the overrated designers on Beau's approval list, just in case he ended up being able to go out---doubtful. The cute and nerdy ginger with his Lego backpack randomly crossed Dylan's mind, making him smile. They had math class together, but they didn't talk at all. It'd be nice if they could. But what would Dylan say to him? Did they even have anything in common? A pop boy and a total nerd, clashing with each other in the most socially unacceptable way. Somehow, that concept didn't wipe the smile off Dylan's face, eventually turning into a blush. Why was the nerd on Dylan's mind, anyway? They didn't even know each other. From his room, Josh let out a loud groan of frustration, throwing something hard. Then, the game stopped. He'd probably lost, since he usually acted like that over it. That explained why he often needed a new controller. Dylan continued playing his game for a few minutes until there was a hard knock on his door. He stopped the game and got up to open the door, already knowing it was Josh. Hmm... What could he want? He stood there in a white tank top and gray gym shorts, giving Dylan an unusually friendly smile. "Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Dylan swallowed and looked down on the floor, struggling to make eye contact. What was going on with him? Why did he feel a bit of excitement over Josh knocking on his door? Why did he hope for something to happen between them? "Just...playing a game." Josh snorted, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Let me guess... Stardew Valley? Harvest Moon? Or wait, isn't it Story of Seasons now because the company didn't have the rights to the original name? Eh, I forget, whatever." "It's actually a new one that's only on mobile." "Oh. What, a Chinese rip-off with a gazillion in-app purchases?" Dylan shrugged. "So, can I come in?" Dylan gave him a nod and a shy smile, and the rising boner in his shorts confused him because nothing between them had happened again. Yet? Maybe? Josh walked inside and headed toward the bed, then sat on the edge. "Close the door. I want to talk to you about something." Standing by the door, Dylan's heart raced, and he couldn't look at Josh at all. Why was his body trembling when they weren't even doing anything they shouldn't? It wasn't a bad tremble, though. In fact, he struggled to hide the little tent forming inside his shorts. "Come on, Dylan, sit next to me." Why was Josh being so nice to him these days? Ever since he'd caught him watching gay porn, it was like he'd magically changed as a person. Then again, maybe he'd hidden personal stuff all this time until now. After all, he sure felt safe talking to Dylan all of a sudden. Dylan would never tell a soul, anyway. Secrets were secrets. And for good reason. Dylan finally closed his door and sat beside Josh. His heart rate sped up again, and his boner grew stiff for extra confusion. Josh chuckled. "Damn, Dylan, look at you. You're nervous as hell and I didn't even do anything. Chill, okay?" Dylan just gave Josh a shrug and looked on the floor, trying his hardest not to blush. He didn't know why he felt like this about him. He'd never asked to want him in the most forbidden way, yet he somehow did. Josh sighed casually and wrapped an arm around Dylan, pulling him toward his chest. "I really do think it's time we start getting along more, don't you think? I mean, we're practically stepbros now that our parents are getting married. That makes us family." Dylan still didn't say anything, feeling the same as ever since Josh had entered his room. At the same time, being near him like this and inhaling his natural scent made him leak inside his boxer briefs. He couldn't explain why, but Josh smelled like a guy in the best way. Manly. And soothing. "So, I've been thinking about stuff," Josh began. "Like what?" Dylan kind of had a feeling what it was, but he also wasn't too sure. "I'm actually kind of sad these days." Josh's voice sounded like it, too. Had something happened? Dylan finally looked at him. "Aw, what's wrong?" "You promise to keep this between us?" Dylan nodded. "Of course." "Say it." "I promise." It took a moment for Josh to continue. "I think I'm...gay, too." Had it not been for their last encounter in Dylan's room, it would've been a complete shock with as hot as Josh was to capture any girl's attention. He was a pop jock with pop friends. "What if I'll never get to experience stuff as a guy? I mean, I don't think I want to experience anything with a girl." "Experience what?" Josh let go of Dylan and rubbed his back, smiling. "I think you know more than you let on." Oh, right. Sex. "Could I help?" The mood to be the one to experience stuff with Josh grew stronger, but it made Dylan super nervous because he'd never done anything like that with anyone. He'd never even kissed before, something he'd wanted to try for a while. He was a virgin. In every way. Josh paused and licked his lips as if thinking. Dylan wasn't sure if that was a tiny smile of hope on his face. "Actually, you can. But only if you want to. I mean, I don't want to force you to do stuff because that's just wrong." "Oh." Dylan trembled more than ever because the opportunity to experience stuff with Josh could actually happen much sooner than he'd been prepared for. But how would they go about it? A moment of the most awkward silence fell between them. Josh formed a stronger expression, drawing a big breath. "So, will you be good to me if I start being good to you from now on? Like best buds?" Dylan gave him a quick nod, smiling. "Okay." He liked this side of Josh so much. Where had it been all along? From a jerk to a buddy. Who would've thought? "So...would you? You know...want to try stuff?" Josh seemed nervous now, and his face reddened a bit. It was a side of him that Dylan had never seen before, given how arrogant he usually was. Dylan's heart beat fast again, and it didn't help that he leaked so much inside his underwear. But he knew deep down that he wanted to do something with Josh. He just didn't know what they'd do. "Again...only if you want to." Dylan swallowed. "I wouldn't know what to do, though." "Oh. So, that's a `yes', then?" Dylan tried hard not to blush but failed, then gave Josh a shy nod. "Say it." "I want to." "What exactly. Say it completely." "I want to have...sex with you." "Oh, Dylan..." Josh quickly got up and stood in front of him, sporting a face similar to what porn stars made whenever they felt horny. He groped his bulge, and it was so much bigger than before that it kind of shocked Dylan. "Not gonna lie. I'm in agony right now because I have blue balls from not jerking off in a few days. Well, since the last time I was in here with you. Just had a lot of stuff on my mind." Dylan's mouth dropped open a bit, and his eyebrows rose. He couldn't stop staring at that big bulge. "Wow! It looks swollen. Are you okay?" He obviously knew all about erections and how sexual stuff like porn made guys hard and shoot loads, but it did look bigger than normal for a bulge. "Yeah, it's just a swelling from so much semen in my balls, which is why it's so big. Here, look." Josh's large hand grabbed Dylan's smaller one and placed it on his thick bulge, making Dylan a bit uncomfortable at first. But then, Dylan started getting in the mood again. Josh had him rub it, forming a little smile and stroking Dylan's hair. "Would you ever put your mouth on it?" Should it happen? Dylan was still hard, leaking more than ever, but he didn't know what to do. Why was he feeling like this about his future stepbrother? They were family! Wasn't it weird? "I bet it would feel amazing having your mouth on it. God, I need it so bad, but...I get it if you don't want to." Josh pulled out his dong and played with it. "But maybe you can try a little bit?" Dylan's eyes grew wide, and his jaw almost dropped. Wow, what a big one! It was leaking so much, like in a string that just hung from the tip. Josh's big balls had lots of brown, scraggly hairs. His dong smelled a little weird, though. Kind of good, but kind of not? He couldn't explain it. "Oh, Dylan..." Josh played with Dylan's lips and stuck a long finger inside his mouth to get it to open. "Please? Our parents are probably going to be home soon, so I'll make sure it won't take long. In fact, I'm already close. Like, five seconds and I'll be done. Promise. I'll even come on your face if you don't want it in your mouth, since you're only twelve and I know it's your first time." Why would Josh want to come all over Dylan's face? He felt dizzy from the nervousness, his heart beating super fast. Maybe it was better than actually sucking it, since he wasn't sure he even wanted to swallow his load. The thought of doing that was weird, even though he was a little curious about it. Someday? Maybe? Dylan realized more than ever that this was his chance to explore stuff. Josh was so hot with a nice body, and only two years older at fourteen, which helped. "Okay," he muttered, shyer than ever, but kind of ready to do it. "Thanks, Dylan. You're such a good boy, and I really am sorry for how I treated you before. You love me, right?" Oh. Josh loved Dylan? Why would he ask if he didn't feel the same way? It seemed like the more Dylan gave in to Josh's wishes, the nicer Josh became. It was the first time he'd expressed himself like that, and it made Dylan feel special. He gave Josh a nod, smiling like a dork. Josh stroked faster and breathed harder than before. "Ngh, Dylan, I'm so close... Play with my balls. Please?" Dylan froze because it was all so new to him. Doing that would be weird, wouldn't it? It did make him feel good to think about doing it, but also uncomfortable, but also kind of ready to do more... Ugh, he didn't know what to think! Josh moaned, and it was the first time Dylan had ever heard a sound of pleasure coming out of him. "It's fine, you don't have to touch my balls. Maybe just suck me off a bit? Come on, Dylan, make me come...ngh...please? Just a little bit?" "Okay." Dylan didn't want Josh to suffer any longer. But as soon as Josh gave his dong a few more strokes in front of Dylan's face, big ropes of watery cum shot everywhere, forcing Dylan to shut his eyes for safety. "Ngh...couldn't hold it any longer, sorry." Dylan was shocked as he sat on the bed with his stepbrother's mess coating his face, lots of cum just dripping down like something had melted. As weird as it felt, it quickly made Dylan shoot his own load inside his underwear, hands-free. Ngh... What a feeling... The sound of the front door opening from downstairs startled them. "Shit!" Josh muttered, scrambling to stuff his drained dong back inside his shorts. He firmly grabbed Dylan by the chin and gave him a cold stare. "Don't ever tell anyone about this, okay? This is top secret, and you promised!" Dylan swallowed and gave Josh an obedient nod. "Say it!" "I-I promise." "Good. Not sure if this'll happen again. We'll see." Oh... "Anyway, wipe your face before someone sees it." Josh rushed out of Dylan's room as if super paranoid. Panting, Dylan felt super confused, not knowing what to do. He started wiping his face with his hand, but for some strange reason, he decided to give Josh's cum a little taste. Oh. It was a little sweet. In fact, Dylan found that it tasted better than his own. He licked up the rest, smiling. He remembered having done an online search about it, only to discover that different foods could change the flavor of semen. Josh ate fruits way more than vegetables as part of his strict diet to stay in top shape. What would it be like to actually swallow a whole load from Josh? Since Dylan's mom and Mike were around a lot, Josh didn't come inside Dylan's room very often. Somehow, that made Dylan feel a bit bummed. Somehow, he wanted him to come here every night. Maybe to do more... So much more... =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2021-2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.