Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2023 16:56:02 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: The Boys of Boyden Middle 5 DISCLAIMER: The names and details of his characters are fictious. Resemblances to real people, living or dead, are coincidental. REMINDER: Please donate to Nifty! =====BB===== It was a Monday in mid-October, and Ethan couldn't believe it. Dylan had just offered to become assignment partners in math class, much to Ethan's giddy surprise. They had even scooted their desks right against each other, which was the closest they had ever been in proximity to one another. Mrs. Matnick cleared her throat while standing in front of the classroom. "Class, listen. This is a fun, little competition. You're going to have only ten minutes to complete your group assignments. But that doesn't mean you can rush the equations and call it a day. The winners who have all or most of their equations solved correctly will count. You may begin." Dylan smiled at Ethan, turning Ethan's heart into molten lava. They started working on the first equation, making it challenging for Ethan not to feel the slightest rise down below. Why did Dylan's breath smell nice and minty? Should Ethan suck on a mint, too? Did his breath smell bad? Chewing gum was against the rules, but probably not sucking on a mint, since that was at least more discreet. Ethan's penis twitched the longer he remained next to Dylan, and he tried not to think about anything that could trigger a full erection. He still played with himself every night, always fantasizing about Dylan. In those private thoughts, they kissed and touched each other, both boys completely naked. At this rate, Ethan didn't care if they didn't win the competition. He was sitting next to Dylan as his assignment partner, and that was what counted. Now, he had the strongest hope that they could get to know each other better, maybe even become friends someday. *** Dylan wasn't sure why, but Ethan's mildly soapy scent made him smile while still sitting next to each other in math class. They didn't win the competition, but it didn't bother him, and it also didn't seem to bother Ethan. The fact that Ethan had accepted becoming Dylan's assignment partner was a hopeful experience, because there was a chance that the two boys could get to know each other better. Only time would tell when they chatted on a regular basis. So far, they had only said a few words to each other, hardly a conversation. That needed to change. But how? *** After school the following Friday, Beau left the mental health clinic and called for a taxi. Ugh, what a boring session. His therapist had talked his ear off for an hour, rambling on and on about attachment issues and the fear of abandonment, while urging him to research borderline personality disorder to see if it sounded relatable, since he had yet to bother doing it. Whatever... Beau hated his parents for making him go to therapy if he didn't want to lose his inheritance. That money could set him for life without ever having to work, much less lift a finger. While he insisted he was fine, he was willing to put up with therapy session after therapy session, if just to continue living the only life he'd ever known. Pure wealth... The taxi arrived, and Beau hopped in the backseat. He was ready to meet a nineteen-year-old guy whose username was hornylonerwithaboner. He lived with his parents and had the whole basement to himself, but they were conveniently out of town. He'd better not cancel out on Beau like the last two losers had done. Since those guys were eighteen and nineteen, Beau had told them over and over how serious he was about messing around, and that he wouldn't call the cops on them. Unfortunately, they'd bailed. What a waste of time. At least, Horny Loner lived out in the country in the next town over. Since it was currently broad daylight, that mattered because it wasn't near anywhere public. The driver stopped in the middle of the gravel road, and Beau gave a tip and got out. He looked around while walking to the front door of the decent-looking farmhouse, shivering in his jacket from the chill of the wind. He reached the door and knocked, and it opened quickly. The taxi driver took off, and Beau went inside. It was dusk in the living room. The windows were partially curtained, just enough to create an opening to let some light in. Beau took a good look at Horny Loner and suppressed a groan. The guy was super skinny and looked quite a bit older than Beau had pictured. He also had a dorky look with stringy bedhead, Dumbo ears, and an overbite with long front teeth. He'd probably been a nerd in high school, which explained why he'd relentlessly defended incels. "How old are you again?" Beau knew his age but had to hear him confirm it, since nineteen was his limit, given that that age was still a teen number. "Nineteen," Horny Loner said in a voice that didn't sound as young as one would think. His breathing sounded like he could pass out from the presumable paranoia. "I'm probably a little old for you, huh?" In theory, yeah, but this was a mission that needed completion. Beau smirked with amusement because most boys his age would've freaked out and never come close to doing this. They had their fun online and acted horny and ready, but once it came down to meeting in person, the dirty talk and plans were just that. But Beau wasn't most boys; he liked proving he could do what they couldn't. Besides, Dylan was the one he really wanted. Beau's heart beat only for him. All the other losers were just side dishes. He was doing this for Dylan because he wanted more experience to impress him. He wanted to make him feel like he knew what he was doing, to make him trust in him, to make him feel safe in his arms and know he'd never hurt him. Beau wasn't a failure... Of course, he'd never admit any of that to anyone, much less to Dylan. No one could ever know the truth because that was the whole point. He needed to prove he was on top of the world with enough experience for Dylan to confide in him, hence the hookups. At almost fifteen, Beau preferred boys much closer to his age. But how would he get lucky in gay chats? So, men it was. "You're a real hottie," Horny Loner said, calming down after a moment of silence. Beau couldn't say the same about him. "Thanks." For not being his first sexual experience, there was still a bit of nervousness coursing through him, but he'd get over it like he had the other times. He wasn't like most boys. He'd dive in this deep end and get it over with. Hopefully... "So, how do you want to do this?" Horny Loner asked. Beau shrugged, forcing himself not to recoil from the reality of this particular hookup. "Whatever you want, but you're not touching my ass." That was reserved for Dylan, but only if he wanted it. If not, Beau would forever be a butt virgin with no complaints, since it took someone truly special to earn any kind of access back there. "Well, I don't bottom either, so I guess we'll just suck each other off." "Whatever." Good. The more Beau looked at him, the less he wanted to top him like he'd done to the others. He needed all the practice he could get when he finally took Dylan's virginity, even if it meant lowering his standards a bit. Beau had to be realistic... Horny Loner chuckled. "You're so cool about this. You don't even seem nervous. Kind of forward, actually. You seem older, too. Are you sure you're fourteen?" "Yeah, but I'll be fifteen in December. I have a late birthday, so that's why I'm in the eighth grade." "Oh, okay. Just checking." Beau and Horny Loner stood in awkward silence for a moment, and Beau finally made the first move by stepping closer. The others had made the first move, but this time, he decided to try it. Dylan needed to know that he was in charge. Any hint of nervousness or a lack of confidence, and Dylan would think he was lame when that wasn't the case. Beau unzipped Horny Loner's jeans and pulled his leaking dick out, and Horny Loner's breathing went from paranoid to horny in no time. He wasn't big like the others. Good. Beau didn't need a sore jaw like the one time. He put it in his mouth and gave it a few sucks while pulling his out to jerk it. Meh. It was okay. Nothing special. Thankfully, the guy smelled clean. Horny Loner started huffing more, and he gripped Beau's head while thrusting faster into his mouth. "I'm coming, boy, I'm coming..." Huh? Already?! Ugh, and that also meant Beau had to swallow, just like all the other times. But he did it because there was a chance Dylan would want him to swallow his load, which he'd happily do. He'd do anything to make him happy. Dylan was his prince, and Beau was his emperor. King was too low of a title... Horny Loner flooded Beau's mouth while moaning so dramatically that it was comical, like a yelping dog in pain, followed by a few incoherent words that made one question his sanity. Almost gagging, Beau managed to get as much of it down his throat as he could. Blech! The taste was super gross. He'd almost thrown up the first time, and this time, he had to control the bile from rising. Meanwhile, Beau's cum was sweet from all the sugar he consumed, at least according to the guys he'd been with. Horny Loner pulled out of Beau's mouth and quickly zipped his jeans back up, his paranoid breathing returning. "I think my wife's going to come home from work soon, so you should probably leave now." Beau raised his eyebrows. "You're married? Seriously?" Horny Loner let out a sheepish chuckle. "Yeah...so, here's the thing about that. I kind of lied about my age. You probably thought I looked older, but I actually look younger, and I don't feel comfortable telling you how old I am. My parents don't actually live here, by the way." God, no... "But I'll give you some money for a taxi, no worries." Horny Loner was already kicking Beau out after they were supposed to suck each other off, not just he suck Horny Loner. What a moron! Also, Beau didn't need money. He was way richer than this pathetic piece of shit. Ugh... "This stays here, right?" Horny Loner asked in a paranoid tone. Beau reluctantly gave him a nod, suddenly feeling super annoyed and more gross than ever. He suddenly couldn't wait for a thorough shower. But this was what it took to impress the only boy who ever mattered in his life. Dylan didn't know it yet, but they were meant to be together. He was as beautiful as a boy band member, and he was all Beau's. No one else could ever have him, and if another boy did, Beau would do everything in his power to break them up, whatever he could think of. Sure, there was the option of joining them for some hot fun, depending on who it was, but sharing Dylan made Beau feel uneasy. Nope... *** On Saturday evening, Martino gave Gina a half-hearted kiss while they stood on her porch, a frown trying to sneak up on his face, but her mood to kiss him back seemed gone. He'd dated six girls, and Gina was the third who was open to having sex with him, only to reject him because of his "abnormal" size for a twelve-year-old guy. What a brutal curse, like God had created him as a freak just to mock his existence. The bigger the better? Yeah, what the fuck ever. Gina gave Martino a weak smile. "Are you mad?" If anything, he felt completely stupid, wondering if he'd ever lose his virginity before middle school graduation. Beau and Jasper had already lost theirs, even though Beau refused to tell Martino who the girl was. Martino let out a sigh. "I get it. It's probably too soon for you." "Well..." Gina twisted her lips into a guilty expression. "It's probably never going to happen now that I saw it, to be honest." Martino lowered his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're not even circumcised, for one. I looked it up online, and it now makes me wonder if you were even born here or in Italy, since you sound just like us. And...well? It kind of looks a little weird, like a giant, brown slug. I mean, it's as thick as my wrist and almost as long as a ruler. That's totally not normal, Martino. And you have way too much hair down there, too. Like, you couldn't trim some of it, at least? It's so scraggly." Huh? Had Martino's own girlfriend really just said all that? Gina sighed. "Honestly, I don't know if it's going to work out between us. No offense." Martino scoffed, pausing with exasperation. So, not only did she criticize his dick and assumed he was an immigrant, but she'd just dumped him, too? It felt just like the other two girls, same reason for rejecting him, except harsher this time around. His insides sank so low, leaving him hopeless. "For your info, I was born and raised here, not that you ever asked. My parents are the ones from Italy, and they didn't want me circumcised for personal reasons." "Oh, sorry." Gina frowned. "Well...maybe you can be a porn star when you turn eighteen? You think?" Martino narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you mocking me?" "No! I don't know, it was just a thought to cheer you up." He rolled his eyes at her tone-deaf idea. "Whatever. See you at school, I guess." He briskly walked away from her, not wanting her or anyone else to witness his emotions. Fuck this drama! What did a guy have to do to get laid? Now, he couldn't wait for high school in two years, because at this rate, it was his only chance to do it. He grabbed his phone and texted Cedric, asking him if he could come over to play video games. Cedric usually responded with emojis. So, the thumb-up he quickly replied with confirmed his answer. As much as Martino got along with many people, including Beau and Dylan, Cedric was the only one he felt safe with. He wasn't just his best friend, but because of him looking like an elementary school kid and being a year younger, he was like the little brother he'd never had, since Martino only had sisters who were all older than him. Sometimes, though, he wondered if he could trust Dylan, too. Dylan was super nice and never judged anyone. Given his boy band looks, Martino was shocked he'd never had a girlfriend. Maybe he had the same luck with girls as Martino did: none, basically. Ugh, being straight sucked! *** Later at night, Cedric sat on his gaming chair in his large bedroom, wearing his dinosaur PJs. He played a fighting game with Martino, but Martino was surprisingly not as good as usual. Was he letting Cedric win? Gosh, why? Tabbles, Cedric's new gray kitten, rested lazily on his lap like a tiny furball. She always kept him company and made him feel safe. He loved her because she was family, and she never judged him like some people did at school. She gave his life meaning, which was special in and of itself. Cedric grinned as soon as he won another battle of the latest Super Smash Bros. He swung his feet a few times while petting Tabbles' back, always feeling too small for his chair---his feet never touched the floor. Martino lounged on the pink bean bag chair that was supposed to be a giant Kirby, and he rolled his eyes with a sigh. "God, Ceed, what the fuck? You've been beating my ass every single round today." Cedric widened his smile, feeling a little blush coming in. He just shrugged, never daring to show off. "Eh, I guess I have a lot on my mind." Cedric swiveled his chair around and gave Martino a frown, wondering what it could be. He didn't like to see his best friend sad or upset. "Gina dumped me. It was pretty harsh, too." Cedric raised his eyebrows, and his lips parted open. Gosh, why would she do such a thing? Martino was an awesome boy, and any girl would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend. He was tall with a ripped body and a nice face to look at, and very pop. After Martino unloaded everything in a bitter tone, Cedric felt more sympathetic than ever. He got up and laid Tabbles gently on the gaming chair, then stood in front of Martino and opened his arms widely. "Yeah, yeah, come here, but just for a sec." Cedric gave Martino a big hug, then let go and stood back up with a hopeful smile. He stuck his thump up and raised his eyebrows to gesture if Martino was okay. Martino blew a big breath and leaned back against the bean bag chair, giving Cedric a nod. "Yep. So, that's the latest drama with me." Cedric didn't understand the concept of romantic relationships, but he knew that breakups hurt people. Well, he didn't know it personally, but he could only imagine the pain. Gosh, why was sex stuff a big deal to everyone? Why did people enjoy it so much? Why wasn't love enough? "Please don't have sex before I do," Martino joked, chuckling. Cedric giggled, blushing deeply at the awkward concept. Martino definitely had no worries about Cedric in that department. Gosh, that would be the day! "It's bad enough I'm still a virgin, even though no one but you knows about that." Cedric made a zipping gesture over his lips. Martino gave him a warm smile that no one else had ever seen before, given his refusal to display any of his softer emotions that hit him from time to time. Well, maybe his girlfriends, but that was it. "I know, Ceed. That's why I trust you. You'd never betray me." Cedric shook his head for extra reassurance. Martino looked at something on his phone for a moment, then got up with a swollen-looking bulge. "Damn, this hot college girl I've been talking to online just sent me a pic of her big-ass tits. I let her think I'm older because I know she'd block otherwise. Mind if I jerk off in the bathroom?" Cedric just shrugged, blushing again. It was something he could never relate to, and it made him a bit uncomfortable, but he knew Martino couldn't help the way he was as a person. Besides, given what he'd just gone through with Gina, it probably made sense to alleviate the frustration. "I can already tell I'm gonna shoot a big load with this hot pic." Martino winked at Cedric, adjusted his big bulge, and quickly left the room. Since Cedric hung out with Martino, Beau, and other people, he had an earful almost every day, sometimes about things that sounded gross. Somehow, they claimed that sex stuff was the most awesome feeling in the world, yet Cedric couldn't understand why anyone would ever be interested in doing that. What was the point? He'd been told not to knock it until he tried it, but even if he was interested in experimenting with it, how would it ever happen, and with who? Gosh, sex stuff sounded super weird! =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2021-2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.