Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2023 20:31:20 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: The Boys of Boyden Middle 4 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===== A few weeks passed, and it was the first Wednesday of October. During lunch period, Ethan and Beth sat at their small, four-seated table in the large school cafeteria. Ethan still found it amusing that Beth ate walnuts on this day of the week because of the W factor. Obviously, she ate more than just that, but not a whole lot more. That probably explained why she was now as skinny as he was, even though he ate more than she did. Ethan stirred his bowl of chili, a fitting choice for how chilly it was outside. Unfortunately, despite being hungry, he wasn't in the mood to eat any of it because of the watery texture and lack of flavor. There was barely any meat in there---more beans than anything. The pitifully sized bag of oyster crackers felt hard; they were probably stale. Ethan took his first bite and managed the bland taste, if just to tame his growling stomach. He was spoiled by his family's homemade chili with various spices, rich beans, and tomato chunks, topped with shredded cheddar, a spoonful of sour cream, and a handful of premium oyster crackers for a salty kick. Ethan turned his head to the right. He smiled at Dylan who sat across the cafeteria with Beau, Martino, and Cedric. (The Core Four, of course.) A few unfamiliar faces sat with them at their large table, but everyone was a blur except for Dylan. The longer Ethan stared at him, the more his heart turned into molten lava. Unfortunately, he'd always be invisible to them, particularly Dylan. They would always be pop no matter what, unlike Ethan. That in and of itself didn't bother him so much. It was just that his social status as a nobody made it less likely to be noticed by Dylan. "Are you thinking about joining their table, Ethanoid?" Beth asked in a nonchalant tone. She was reading a manga that featured a nerdy, redheaded protagonist who kind of reminded Ethan of himself. "What makes you think I would?" "Well, usually, your eye direction is oddly specific whenever we're at lunch, and you look like you want to talk to them." "I was just looking, Bethbot. I don't want to be pop like them." Ethan shrugged, not that he would ever be. Beth didn't say another word and continued reading her manga. Why was she always so observant? She even had a perfect memory. She never remembered to organize her room, yet she always remembered minute details of stuff Ethan had barely mentioned in the past. Thankfully, she didn't suspect his feelings for Dylan. Boyden was a conservative suburb, and while Ethan didn't feel like Beth was intolerant of different types of people, some things were just best kept secret. A boy had every right to dream in private. And dream he did, every night. Dylan was always the only one in Ethan's head whenever he played with himself. Who else would he think about? Even though other boys at school were cute, only Dylan made him feel the way he did. He took another glimpse. Dylan was engaged in a deep conversation with the others, probably about video games, movies, or TV shows. Things were often quieter between Ethan and Beth. They talked, but it was never to the extent of the Core Four. Did all those boys play with themselves, too? Ethan's dad had said it was a natural part of life and that he still did it. So, maybe? It was weird that old men still did it. Ew... But it probably meant Ethan would still be doing it by that age, too. After all, it was fun and pleasurable, and there was no turning back after experiencing it. If anything, it made Ethan wonder about doing other stuff that he had yet to learn, but that would require another person involved. There was only one boy he'd ever do anything like that with: Dylan. *** It was the following Saturday night, the first big and relevant party of the school year, hosted by none other than Beau Witherton. Dylan was in the spacious basement of Beau's big lake house. He had fun whenever he came over, and even more so when he got to stay the night, unlike most of his friends. Martino and Cedric slept over, too, but Beau gave Dylan special treatment and invited him more often. Despite being the infamous "Mean Boy" at school, Beau was super pop for being the wealthiest, and for throwing the best and most-talked-about parties. Since he was often home alone with his own debit card, he could afford everything that made parties fun, especially at such a big and awesome lake house. Maybe that was why many kids at school tolerated him. Plus, Beau was tall and cute. Dylan couldn't deny it. There were around thirty people at the party, mostly seventh and eighth graders between twelve and fourteen years old, but they kind of just separated into random groups. Some of them played video games, others gossiped while listening to pop music, and the rest sat on the floor to play Spin the Bottle. There was always so much to do here. The snacks were especially yummy: all kinds of candy, various types of cookies, plenty of brownies, lots of chips, and different flavors of soda. But the most pop drink ever was what Beau called power juice, or PJ for short. It tasted like cherry juice, but with the right balance of sweetness and tartness. While Dylan found it super yummy, he didn't like how loopy it made him feel afterward, especially the headache after waking up the next morning. When he'd first tried PJ last year in the sixth grade, he'd drunk so much of it that he'd vomited in front of everyone at the party, earning the nickname Barfy Boy. That is, until Beau had come to Dylan's defense and had threatened to spread nasty rumors about them if they hadn't stopped. Thus, Barfy Boy no more. Thank God! Dylan's phone vibrated, and he grabbed it out of his pocket to see that it was a text message from his future stepbrother. Hmm, what did he want? Josh: knocked on your door but forgot you went to the party lol Oh. Could he have finally wanted to mess around again? The thought made Dylan curious about a night alone with him, since their parents were out of town until tomorrow. Then again, Josh hadn't come by Dylan's room the past few weeks, until now. Had he felt some kind of shame or guilt over what little they had done in secret? The silent treatment. And it had hurt. Dylan didn't reply, but he did smile about Josh no longer giving him the silent treatment. He still couldn't believe he was gay and that they almost had had sex. Unless having a surprise facial counted? But now that there was a missed opportunity to do anything they wanted, Dylan suddenly felt super horny. Why did he have to feel this way for his own stepbrother-to-be? He jerked off almost every night thinking about him. Would he actually have sex with him if given the chance? Probably? No, definitely! The game of Spin the Bottle finally began, with five boys and five girls ready to play. Beau was always the leader, and no one questioned it. It was just how things went because he loved being in charge and flaunting his arrogance. He wasn't really a bully, though. He just liked putting himself on a pedestal. Hmm, could that be why Beau felt like he was too good to swim in front of everyone? If only Dylan could see him perform in action, but Beau refused. And when would Dylan finally read Beau's supposed best-selling novel that was sold across online bookstores? He didn't know the title or even his pen name to be able to find it. Why not write more if the book was successful? Beau spun the bottle, and it pointed at Cedric, causing Beau to form a devious smirk. "This is going to be entertaining." Cedric lowered his head with a little frown, his brown eyes softening with visibly unhappy emotions. He rarely spoke, and he often made minimal eye contact with people---well, except with Martino. Martino, who always sat beside Cedric at parties, patted his shoulder with an encouraging smile, the only boy he was ever remotely affectionate toward---not that he actually showed anyone his emotions. "Just remember, Ceed, the dark closet is still better than total humiliation." Martino glanced at Beau with a smirk. "Since we can't trust you with this game." Oh, right. Dylan just remembered that Cedric was afraid of the dark. Welp... "What?" Beau asked, chuckling. "I'm not going to make him do anything too crazy." Cedric let out a little sigh of relief, attempting a hopeful smile while still not looking at anyone. "Yet!" Another smirk from Beau. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He thrived on taunting people, and while it was mostly harmless fun, he didn't always know when enough was enough. Sometimes, he could be annoying, and it was frustrating because he didn't seem to realize it himself. Beau's added "yet" definitely didn't make Cedric feel any better, and he looked more nervous than ever. Poor little guy, and the youngest at the party---actually, the only one who was eleven. To be fair, he could've just declined if he didn't want to play. Unless he didn't have a backbone? He sure was a mystery. Beau spun the bottle again for the second chosen person. Each round required two spins for two different people with a Truth or Dare element. However, Beau always chose for everyone, because of course. Dylan groaned when the bottle pointed at him. "Why doesn't it ever point at you? Or if it does, it never counts?" "Because I'm the leader, and this is my house, so what I say goes." "Whatever," Dylan said under his breath, rolling his eyes. Beau smirked at Cedric. "So, Cedric! Are you still a virgin who's never been kissed?" It took Cedric a moment to respond as he twisted his lips in what was probably embarrassment. For having dark skin, Dylan could still see a reddish tone on his cheeks. He nodded with clear reluctance. "Figured," Beau said apathetically, followed by a few giggles from the others. "No shame at all, Cedric," Cal Watersand reassured him with a loopy smile. "I'm a virgin, too, except I have kissed a girl, though." He chugged his large cup of PJ, which he liked a bit too much every time he was here. Like his best friend, Jasper, he was thirteen in the eighth grade. However, unlike Jasper, he was a total hottie with a typical California surfer look: a blond shag, the brightest of blue eyes, and a smooth suntan. Too bad he was straight. Well, both he and Jasper were. Cal was actually kind, though, never a jerk to anyone like Jasper was. Cal's reassurance put a little smile on Cedric's face, even though he didn't look at anyone, mostly at the floor. One of the girls smiled at Cal. "You're too cute to be a virgin, not gonna lie." Another girl nodded, and Dylan wished he could openly agree as well. Cal blushed. "Aw, stop it. But thanks." "So, Dylan!" Beau continued. "Have you ever watched porn? And if so, what kind? And you must list the pairings and specific acts, even if it's super gross." Dylan's eyes widened, and the others suppressed laughter, looking intrigued. "Why would you ask me that?!" "Nope, gotta answer the question truthfully with every detail, or you go right into the closet for seven minutes." "Fine, I'm going in the closet because I'm not answering that stupid question." Dylan rolled his eyes and got up. The others (except for Cedric) laughed, probably suspecting Dylan was hiding something to justify his refusal to answer. Well, he was, but still. "Hey, Jasper," Beau called. "Take over until I get back, but go super easy on the others for now, so you don't have to send them to the closet, especially Cedric. I want to make sure Dylan stays in there for seven full minutes." "Got it." Jasper gave Beau a thumb-up, probably too loopy from the PJ to care about anything right now. What exactly was in that stuff, anyway? Well, besides cherry juice. Beau refused to say, insisting it was his secret recipe. Whatever it was, it somehow gave Jasper the runs after enough deadly farts, which always stank up the bathroom. Ew... Hopefully not tonight! "Always seven minutes," Martino said casually with his deep voice that Dylan had always liked. Now, he held Gina Coopster's hand while holding a small cup of PJ that she'd just refilled for him in the other hand. Beau gave Martino a smirk. "That's the point. Maybe this will get all of you to be honest and obey the rules of the game." "Actually, I should take over for you. Jasper's too fucking loopy to do shit." Martino gave everyone a confident smile. God, what a lucky girl to have the one and only (and super straight) Martino Morelli as a boyfriend. Gina got to kiss him whenever she wanted, and they probably messed around, too. She was a pretty, blue-eyed brunette who'd become his girlfriend over the summer. They were inseparable, much to the clear jealousy from a few girls at school who tried to start drama. It was no surprise that a hottie like Martino, especially one who'd recently had a growth spurt, had a line of girls waiting to be his girlfriend. He'd had a few other girlfriends before. How long would this one last? In Dylan's eyes, Martino was even hotter than Cal. Oh, well. After a painful reality check, Dylan had mostly gotten over his big crush on Martino over the summer, one that had lasted since elementary school. He'd even thrown away all the stupid and saccharine love letters he'd written to him without ever daring to show anyone, much less Martino. One of them had been a silly marriage vow for roleplaying, and the mirror had been Martino's lips as kissing practice. Sadly, it was never meant to be. Martino was why most of the gay porn clips Dylan had on his flash drive included Italian, Greek, Hispanic, Brazilian, and Arab tops because of their dark features and masculine nature. Many other tops in Dylan's videos looked more like Cal, whom Dylan had also fantasized about plenty of times. The newest videos, however, starred a well-known top who was skinny with glasses, red hair, and freckles. In fact, his features were very similar to that cute and nerdy ginger in math class with his Lego backpack. Ethan, was it? (Dylan had finally paid attention to the attendance sheet.) The redheaded porn star was Dylan's new favorite, and Dylan had blown big loads over every video the hottie starred in. If only it was possible to watch the full versions of the videos, but a credit card was required. Martino sniffed dramatically in Jasper's direction, then scrunched his face and covered his nose. "Dude, no more PJ for you. Go take a fucking shit already." Jasper giggled with no shame whatsoever, and he got up and headed to the bathroom. Ugh, thank God Dylan would be in the closet in the meantime. Beau followed Dylan all the way to the closet and entered inside, the pitch darkness greeting them as soon as Beau closed the door. But why was he locking it? "Seven minutes," Beau reminded. Dylan sighed, feeling highly annoyed. "Hey, why would you ask me about porn? That was super embarrassing! Like, really?" "What's the big deal? Everyone watches porn." Dylan paused. Beau watched it, too? Well, probably not gay porn. Dylan felt like he was the only gay boy in town, but since Josh had recently come out, maybe not. "So, Dylan," Beau said in a low tone, making Dylan wish he could see his face. "Have you been enjoying all those gay videos you've been getting? What is it, over hundred now?" Dylan's mouth dropped open, and his heart beat fast. "How...?" "...Did I know? I was your online buddy all along." Oh, my god! No way! Dylan could sense a smirk on Beau's face without being able to see in the dark. And if Beau had been his anonymous porn buddy the whole time, it meant he knew exactly what Dylan liked and didn't like in gay porn. They had even roleplayed a few sex scenes in their private chat! Every lewd act. Every lewd detail. "Oh..." Dylan's voice cracked. He started trembling. "Hey, it's okay. I promise this stays between us. No one will ever know. But I need to get this off my chest." Beau sighed as if bracing himself. "Dylan, the truth is, I've wanted you for a long time. Since elementary school, actually. I had to find out if you were gay, and I knew you'd never tell me, so it was the only way for me to find out. Because I'm gay, too, so I understand how hard it is." Dylan's eyes widened, despite being in the dark. Wow, what a confession! That explained why Beau never gave girls the time of day and insisted no one was good enough for him. But he'd been Dylan's anonymous porn buddy all along, which meant he'd lied to him and found out about stuff that no one who knew him was supposed to know, hence the point of anonymity. Dylan frowned, his heart sinking. "You lied to me, though..." He tried to fight the tears but failed. "That was private stuff..." He broke into a soft cry, having never felt so humiliated in his life. "Aw, Dylan, come on, don't cry. I swear I didn't mean to trick you. I would never hurt you in any way. At least not intentionally. But how else would I know you're gay? I got desperate, and...I'm...I'm...I'm sorry..." Sorry? Beau sorry? Dylan was shocked to hear such words, much less any apology, and especially in an emotional tone. Beau never apologized about anything because it wasn't who he was as a person. He was Beau, an arrogant jerk! Dylan could imagine how much Beau had struggled to say those words, hence the stuttering. God, what an awkward experience inside a dark closet, and the clock was still ticking for them to return to the game. Unfortunately for Beau, Dylan didn't feel the same way, even though he thought Beau was cute and probably had a nice body. For one, Beau was quite tall, and he was also Dylan's best friend. Talk about awkward! Beau gently held Dylan's face, and for the first time, he kissed his lips, giving him his first kiss. Beau slipped his tongue inside Dylan's mouth, and it felt both weird and awesome. Beau's tongue moved at a faster pace, and Dylan tried to keep up as he finally learned what it was like to make out. And if that wasn't shocking enough, Beau groped Dylan's small butt and caressed it through his jeans, his grip a little too tight as if owning him for the moment. Everything was moving so fast that Dylan had to try to process it all as it happened. Wait, why was Dylan suddenly getting hard over this? Why was it feeling good when he never, ever thought about Beau like that? It felt weird and confusing, yet Dylan's stiffening boner said otherwise. Beau stopped and wiped the tears off Dylan's cheeks, even though they couldn't see each other in the dark. Then, he kissed his lips again, but more softly than the first time. Why was he acting so oddly sweet with him? He was an arrogant jerk to everyone else, always unapologetic about whatever came out of his mouth. Well, he liked Martino and Cedric, since he was never mean to them, but Dylan still got the best treatment. Beau ended the kiss. "You're beautiful, Dylan. Perfect in every way." Dylan swallowed. No one had ever said such a thing to him before. Then again, he was only twelve. He figured teens and adults said that stuff to each other. Well, maybe straight couples their age, too, like Martino and Gina, but that was it. Beau took Dylan's hand and put it on his bulge to have him feel his erection. It was way smaller than Josh's big dong, and less intimidating. In fact, it felt normal, albeit still bigger than Dylan's small one. "You do this to me every time. I can't help it. You're everything to me." "Oh..." What else could Dylan say? This whole scene was awkward enough, yet Dylan was still hard, and he didn't know why. Beau used Dylan's hand to stroke his bulge. "Would you ever put your mouth on it?" He groped Dylan's bulge with his other hand, discovering the truth about how Dylan was feeling, at least physically. "I think you would because you're hard, too." Dylan breathed harder, feeling a little dizzy from both confusion and curiosity. At least Beau didn't seem to care that Dylan was smaller than him down there, since penis size was a big deal to most people. Then again, Dylan never pictured himself as a total top. Maybe versatile? "Besides, I'm not stupid. Quite a few of the videos I sent you had guys with blond hair and blue eyes, like me. Coincidence? I think not." Those tops were supposed to help Dylan pretend they were Cal, not Beau. They weren't even as pale as Beau. There was no confusion about that at all. Beau let out a sigh of frustration. "Damn, I just remembered we don't have a lot of time left. Your seven minutes are almost up, and the best part of tonight was just getting started. Ugh, this sucks!" For a moment, Dylan had found himself lost in a feeling that he was almost willing to explore with his best friend. Now, the feeling was gone, and he felt more uncomfortable than ever. Why couldn't he tell Beau the truth? Beau's feelings were one-sided, and Dylan felt a twinge of guilt. "I have an idea," Beau added in an enthusiastic tone. "The next time you stay over, I want you to sleep on my bed instead of the guestroom. I want to see where this will lead, seeing as how you obviously want me as much as I want you. God, I'm so relieved about that because I worried you wouldn't feel the same way. Phew!" He groped Dylan's butt again and kissed him some more. First Josh, now Beau. Did that make Dylan a slut? Either way, this unexpected experience inside a dark closet made him curious about exploring stuff with Beau, even though he didn't feel the same way Beau did about him. At the same time, it was still weird and probably not a good idea. Or was it? Maybe? Beau ended the kiss. "Maybe we can try some of the stuff in the videos." He was so persistent, but weird or not, he had a magical way of making Dylan horny, leaving him confused. Whether they would actually try everything in those videos was something Dylan had to think long and hard about. "But won't it hurt?" Dylan worried. "I won't pound you or anything. Besides, we don't have to take it that far anytime soon. We can just play around a little at first. Maybe some oral, too." Dylan had never known he could feel like this for two very different boys, a best friend and a future stepbrother. It didn't help that Josh had come looking for Dylan tonight, which probably meant they would continue where they had left. To be fair, Dylan wanted Josh more than Beau. He couldn't have Martino, and he most likely would never have a chance with Ethan. So, Josh it was. And now Beau. *** Beau kept tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. The excitement of finally getting somewhere with Dylan was too much to ignore. The sweet bliss consumed him like the only kind of plague he'd ever welcome. He'd never hurt Dylan, but other boys could absolutely hurt him, which was why Beau was the white knight in shining armor whom Dylan didn't know he needed. If another boy ever tried to steal Dylan away from Beau, be it sex or love, he'd be deeply depressed. No, not that again... Beau frowned at the idea of Dylan messing around with another boy. He hated how the feeling made his chest and stomach tighten, and his heart sink. He'd never asked to feel this way, and given Dylan's beautiful looks and sweet personality, could anyone blame him? The boy was a catch in every sense of the word. Beau remembered when a few students from Boyden High had visited Boyden Middle School to offer advice on transitioning to high school. One of the Boyden High boys---an attractive nerd, no less---kept focusing a little too much on Dylan with a smile that couldn't fool Beau. Any boy who was gay or bisexual could want him, and Beau wasn't having it. Even though he'd never physically hurt anyone for it, it didn't mean he couldn't fight for Dylan, even if it meant spreading unflattering rumors to make Dylan not want anything to do with whoever got in the way. Then again, maybe not. Beau was supposed to be better than that, wasn't he? Wouldn't Dylan be disappointed in him if he went that far? Unless Beau joined them... It'd be bad enough sharing Dylan with another boy, but even worse not being there if the action went on behind Beau's back. It suddenly drove him nuts to think about. But if he ever had to share Dylan, maybe it could happen in the bate club someday, like an exclusive ritual where all the boys were forbidden to have sex with boys who weren't members---for privacy and health reasons. Beau would get to be a part of it without worrying about Dylan behind his back. Well, not Martino and Cal because they were straight, and Beau would have to put on some straight porn if they were still interested in joining. Jasper secretly wasn't, even though he was in denial about it. Cedric would never agree to joining if he knew about the bate club, but he wasn't Beau's type, anyway---too young and boyish. God, what a confusing thought that left Beau feeling torn and conflicted. Group sex didn't faze him, what with all that he'd been exposed to on the internet. It was the fear of Dylan preferring the other boys and giving them more sexual attention. And who'd be the one to take his butt virginity if it that were to happen? Beau, of course... His phone chimed with a text notification. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and rolled his eyes at the screen, then placed the phone back. Oh, right. An appointment with his therapist after school tomorrow. Ugh, he didn't need therapy, and he most certainly didn't have attachment issues like the phony diagnosis on his record claimed. He was fine! Just fine... Sadly, Beau had no choice if he didn't want to lose his inheritance. A wealthy life was the only kind of life he'd ever known, and he'd be damned if he ever became one cent poorer. Why did therapy have to be the condition? It wasn't like his parents ever cared about him. They were often out of town, leaving him to fend for himself. Thank God for hiring a maid, if just so he wouldn't have to clean, since that was something he'd never done in his life. Rich people should never have to do chores of any kind; that was what hired services were for. Beau still remembered overhearing his parents complaining recently about him being a nuisance, and that they should just ship him off to Paris in four years, while also benefitting from the image of having a son attending an elite university in France. All the "jokes" they told him about their regrets over not getting an abortion suddenly made sense. They weren't jokes at all, and it proved they didn't love him. Not one bit... =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2021-2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.