Date: Sun, 01 Jan 2023 09:15:28 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: The Hawklings - Ronnie The Hawklings - Ronnie by TheRealCOG with Underjug revisions T/b, con ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Grayson knew how lucky he was and he honestly wasn't looking for more. Simon, with his adorable freckles and those cute glasses, was a walking wet dream. When it was just the two of them, the teen would spend an hour just kissing and licking and teasing the boy to wring one dry cum out of him after another. And then the sweet kid would get on his knees and beg for Grayson to fuck his mouth. Simon always went home pumped full of jizz, a big, happy smile on his face. And Otto. So shy and quiet out in the world and such a horn dog in bed. Grayson still got hard remembering a little private roleplay they'd done where the teen had been Spider-Man and little Otto had been the hero's biggest fan. Grayson had worn a Spider-Man mask he'd gotten for Halloween years before and Otto had even asked to be tied up so it was like he'd been bound with webs. As far as his sex life went, Grayson was utterly content. So when the hawklings pounced him online as soon as he signed on one day, babbling about some new boy who wanted to join, the teen was hesitant. SoulfireSimon: We didn't promise him or anything. Otto-load: No, we just talked to him. He's really lonely. SoulfireSimon: Yeah and when he heard we were in the same town and had a gaming group, he was like "please let me join!" Otto-load: He heard we had a gaming group and begged us to let him in. SoulfireSimon: Jinx! Otto-load: 😊 Grayhawk: Guys, if we let a new boy in, then we don't get to have our special adventures anymore. Otto-load: Sure we can! Grayhawk: How? SoulfireSimon: You just have to f*ck him too! 😊😊😊 Grayhawk: Guys, he probably won't like that. Otto-load: But he might! SoulfireSimon: You can at least chat with him. Since there was no talking them out of it, Grayson agreed. It was cute how enthused his hawklings were about finding a new player who might enjoy the special naughty version of D&D that their group indulged in, but he knew the chances were slim to none. Which was fine. Grayson slid into the new boy's DMs but was surprised when he got a request for video chat in response. That was unusual, since kids were mostly forbidden from using their cameras with strangers. It would be faster, though, and a good way to get to know the kid. As well as to see if there was any chance of him joining the hawklings. The camera feed clicked on and Grayson found himself looking into what was definitely a boy's room, though it was bigger than even the teen's own basement bedroom. The posters on the walls showed this youth had a near-fanatical devotion to all things Pokemon. Even his bedspread was covered in an army of Pikachus. But those details barely registered as he took in the beautiful sight of a tween boy in his tight little briefs, bent over and rifling through a drawer. Grayson had to remind himself to keep breathing, the sight was so unexpected and so luscious. Alerted by a beep or something, the boy looked over with clear blue eyes and a fretful look. "Sorry! I was gonna put on this super awesome shirt I have that I thought you'd love, but I can't find it and then I was just gonna grab another one but couldn't pick because some of them are like, way dorky, and some are kinda ratty and I don't want you to think I'm some troll or something." NO CHANCE OF THAT, Grayson thought. "It's no big deal. We're both guys." Taking a chance, the highschooler stood up to show he was also in his boxer briefs. "See? No big." The boy came over and swept his long bangs out of his eyes. "I'm Ronnie." "Hi there. I'm Grayson." Ronnie had a feeling he was staring, which his nanny always said was rude. But the 11-year-old just couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. He'd been in plenty of gaming shops and knew what most gamer guys looked like. Not that it was an issue. He'd expected "Grayhawk" to be a pudgy, zit-covered dude and that was fine by him. All he wanted was friends. But seeing this guy who looked like one of those teenagers on TV - with hair all mussed and a smile so confident and chill - left Ronnie a bit taken aback. It took him a second to find his voice. "Wow, you're even cooler than they said!" the boy told him, eyes wide. "I, uh... Um..." "So, you're into Pokemon." Ronnie winced and looked around his room. He hadn't thought to take the stuff down before starting the chat. Was that going to kill his chances with these guys? "Uh, yeah, uh, is that lame? Kids at school say it's baby stuff, but I love Ash. He's like the perfect hero. Dude's brave and handsome and he never loses." Grayson nodded. "Pokemon is awesome." Ronnie's eyes widened. "It... It is?" "Yeah. Is that a Mewtwo figure on your shelf?" The boy lit up and bounded off to retrieve it, giving Grayson another perfect view of his cotton-covered behind. The teen tried to tell himself to ignore the temptation, but his dick was not having it. The idea of pinning this sweet, slightly-awkward boy to the bed and making him moan was far too delicious to pass up. He bet little Ronnie would make the sexiest noises when getting dicked out. "I bought it at a con last year. It was the last one and some big guy with bad B.O. was gonna get it, but I slipped around him and nabbed it just before he got his greasy mitts on it, and he was so pissed, but I got it fair and square." Grayson smiled. "You're like a little thief. I guess that's why your handle is RonnieRogue?" The boy blushed and smiled. "I love playing thieves." "Well, we could use one in our party..." Ronnie literally squeed. "Are you serious? You're not kidding? Oh please don't be kidding! Oh man oh man oh man, this is the best day ever!" Grayson smiled (and boned up) as the mostly naked tween danced around, his tiny package bouncing in his undies. "I'm serious. Let's set a time for you to come over and make your character." The boy offered to make the trip right then, but then blushed after being reminded it was late on a school night. At least the teenager was nice about it, though, instead of writing him off as a hopeless basket case. In fact, the guy just smiled and suggested they get together the next day. "There's a McDonald's between our houses. We can meet there, you know, and have some food so you're not coming over to a stranger's house." "Huh? Oh, no, it's fine. I can just come over! Um, if that's okay." Ronnie was relieved when the totally awesome highschooler agreed. Desperate to prove he was ready to join their group, the kid would do anything he could think of to show he was mature and stuff. What better way to prove it was no big deal and to secure his place than to come straight to the guy's house. The other factor was that Ronnie knew some people got weird when they saw he had his own driver. At the appointed hour, the boy showed up dressed in a crisp, well-pressed private school uniform. And that was enough to almost make Grayson jizz in his pants. Briefly, all the teen could do was stare. Ronnie fidgeted. "Uh, sorry for the dumb uniform. I came straight from school." The lust-struck teen shook himself. "Naw, it's no biggie. Come on in." As soon as they were in the basement, Ronnie looked around at all the geek stuff scattered everywhere. His pretty eyes were huge as he took it all in. It was better than the first time he'd ever gone to Comic Con. Because this wasn't just merch out on tables to be bought. These were prized possessions. Like, they were trophies to show how proud Grayson was of his geekiness. "This is, like, the coolest room EVER!" the boy enthused. Grayson smiled and slipped his sweats off. After two successful seductions, the 16-year-old was now more confident in his instincts. "I hope it's not a problem, I usually hang out in my underwear down here. More comfortable." Ronnie nodded, examining (but respectfully not touching) a limited-edition Darth Maul figure acquired during the teen's Star Wars phase. "Yeah, I do too," the boy said vaguely. "Oh, wow, is that Hobbit poster signed by the cast?!" "Uh-huh," Grayson replied. "Got it off eBay." The teen came up behind and laid his hands on the kid's shoulders. "You want to get comfortable too? All the hawklings do around here." "That's still such a dope name for a gaming group." Ronnie turned and looked up at him, beaming. "I can't believe you're letting me join!" "I think you'll fit right in," Grayson said and slipped the kid's blazer off. Like a good host, he put it on a hanger. He turned back to see Ronnie already had his shoes and socks off and was struggling to loosen his tie. "Let me," the teen said smoothly. Grayson deftly adjusted the knot so he could slide one end of the silk upwards. Once the tie was loose enough he removed it and hung it on the lamp by his bed. Then he popped the top button on the white shirt, smiling at the boy's happy expression. "When you were on camera, I thought you were handsome, but seeing you in person, I can't believe how hot you are," Grayson remarked and popped another button. Ronnie gaped at him. "I... You... Yeah... Like, you're even more handsomer than Ash. You're like a superhero or something." Grayson grinned and kept popping buttons. His new friend didn't offer so much as a peep of protest, just looking up at him in sheer awe. The teen could see the shorts had a tent in them, so there was no doubt that the kid was like his other hawklings. Ronnie felt like he'd been hit with a paralysis spell. He couldn't seem to stop looking up at the older boy's face even as his shirt opened bit by bit. Something was happening, something he had secretly hoped for but not really known he wanted. The moment he'd seen the handsome teen, Ronnie had felt some sort of pull towards him. Once the shirt was open, Grayson reached down to unbuckle the belt and undo the clasp on the school shorts. They fell to the ground with a soft thud. The teen said, "I have to admit, I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you on video." Ronnie's Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. "'Kay..." Grayson pulled the tween into his bed and started kissing him. At first it was tender, but hearing the way the kid mewled in need enflamed the adolescent. Soon the two were making out with furious passion, their undies bulging. The teen had moved so slowly with Simon, cautious at every step to avoid doing something to upset or scare his young lover. With Otto, he'd been more sure, but still second-guessed himself a few times to avoid rejection. At that moment, there with Ronnie, he let his passion off the leash. The teen could tell the kid was not just interested, but eager for it. Soon, Grayson had them both naked and he was free to touch and kiss and fondle to his heart's desire. The blushing youth, barely 11, squirmed and panted as he was teased by the now experienced teen. When Grayson sucked his stiff little cocklet, all the boy could do was squeal and beg for more. "D-Do you do this with all the hawklings?" Ronnie asked, panting and trembling from his first ever orgasm. "Yeah," Grayson replied as he got on top of the boy. The middleschooler gave him a dazed smile. "Wow..." "Open wide," the teen said and fed the kid his throbbing rod. Ronnie didn't know what he was doing, but he was sure enthusiastic to learn. The moment his tongue tasted cock for the first time, the tween knew it was something he'd want every chance he could. He'd been hoping to making some friends, finally, and here he was actually having real sex with a real teen who looked at him like he was awesome instead of a hopeless dork. Ronnie sucked worshipfully on his new favorite person's shaft, humming happily. It took no time at all for him to get Grayson to cum in his mouth and he swallowed it all without even being asked. Afterwards, Ronnie licked his lips and just grinned at the teen in sheer delight. He couldn't believe what he'd done! After they made the boy's character for the game, Grayson fed him another thick load of spooge which was greedily gulped down. Then they shared a lingering kiss before the youth reluctantly went home. Ronnie almost, almost asked to stay over, but he didn't want to act that desperate. After arriving home, however, he stripped naked and danced around in pure elation. A few days later, Ronnie came over again. That was as long as Grayson could wait to claim yet another boy's virginity. The two rolled around naked on the bed, kissing and groping each other. Then the teen looked into the kid's eyes with a bright smile. "Gonna take your cherry now, hawkling." Ronnie had no idea what that meant, but he got on all fours as ordered. Carefully his butt was prepped. The teen crawled up behind and aimed his fuckstick right at the boy's virgin hole. "It's gonna hurt at first, but trust me, you'll love it." The boy gasped when penetrated, but he only said, "Wow," and didn't even whimper. It wasn't long before Grayson built up a good rhythm, taking Ronnie for a ride that he'd never forget. The top boy reached under to give a hand, and that got the youth squealing in orgasm in no time. The latest recruit was indeed a perfect fit for the hawklings. The next weekend, the group as a whole was finally able to get together. Before the game even started, everyone was naked. Otto and Simon couldn't wait to get to know their new playmate. And having three sexy boys in his bed was beyond belief. The foursome had a lot of fun together, both in and out of clothing. Grayson managed to work it out so he could chaperone them all to a convention once school let out. He and the hawklings went in costume and it was a lot of fun. Grayson didn't ghost Lane, but he was a lot less available. Which meant his best friend had some guilt ammo to wield when it came time to inviting him to a party. "But I don't like parties," the gamer geek tried pointing out for the third time. Lane sighed. "It's Nadine's 16th, dude. She'll be hurt if you don't go." "Right... Okay. Let me explain again. I don't like parties." "C'mon, dude. You've been hiding in your cave with your dorklings for months. Come and have fun with people your age." "You mean the people from school who call me 'Gayson'? Those people?" "No one like that will be there. Look, you're going. I'm pulling the friend card." And really, there was no escape after that. Grayson grumpily agreed. He did like Nadine. She was more or less cool-adjacent in his view. At least she liked STAR WARS. So he would go to the party, even if it was sure to suck balls. Then, as a reward, the teen would have a hawkling sleepover and fuck his young friends until his dick fell off.