Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2022 02:51:26 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: The Hawklings - Simon The Hawklings - Simon by TheRealCOG with Underjug dialogue 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 was weird. He knew he was weird. He was OKAY with being weird, honestly. Because he found normal people to just be exhausting. Except for his best friend, Lane, who was so normal in almost all ways that it was painful to see, but who also was the most loyal bestie a guy could ask for. So he endured Lane's inexplicable love for school sports, his obsession with TV sitcoms and his truly horrible taste in music, because they'd known each other since preschool and because Lane also put up with all of Grayson's quirks. Which included the fact that even at 16, the skinny, awkward boy had no discernable interest in girls. To his credit, Lane had said it was cool if Grayson was gay, which was awfully nice of his pal. But the geeky teen couldn't really point to any guys he thought were really hot, either. "What about checking out some of the dudes in the drama department," Lane had said in an effort to be a wingman. "Yeah, maybe, I don't know," Grayson had replied without much enthusiasm. He'd had no intention of following up and was relieved when his buddy had let the subject drop. Things had changed when Grayson had started watching STRANGER THINGS on Netflix. His jerk-off fantasies started revolving around Finn Wolfhard and Noah Schnapp, so he knew the ones he really wanted to get into bed with weren't the teens of his peers, but the boys a few years younger than him. That was one bit of strangeness Grayson knew Lane wasn't prepared for, so he had kept it a secret. And it didn't much matter, since he hardly had any opportunities to meet and flirt with cute boys that age. But then here he was, staring at a pic of one of the cutest kids he'd ever seen. The two had been playing in a WoW guild together for a while and had gotten along great in chat. Enough so that Grayson had built a foundation of trust that the kid had admitted he was an 11-year-old boy and not the college freshman his profile said he was. SoulfireSimon: I've never even stepped foot on a post-secondary campus. 😱 Which had been obvious to Grayson since Day One, really. Grayhawk: For real? You seem so mature I never would have guessed! 😳 More chatting had followed and now Grayson had a pic and a serious hard-on. The tween was just sexy as all hell. Not in the boy-model sort of way, but in that geeky, semi-awkward yet utterly sincere way that went straight to the teen's heart - and balls. SoulfireSimon: I'm glad you're not mad. 😅😅😅😅 Grayhawk: How can I be mad at the most impressive mage ever?! SoulfireSimon: It's just I'd understand if you 👻. Simon was still surprised the cool highschooler kept talking to him. He'd assumed once the guy knew the person he was chatting with wasn't a college bro but instead a nerdy middleschooler, he'd drop Simon like a hot potato. But instead they'd kept chatting and even though the youth knew it was foolish to share info online, he'd gone ahead and sent his picture. Something about the teen made the boy trust him. Simon was still trying to understand Grayson's reply. Not because the words were beyond his comprehension - like that was even possible - but because they just didn't make sense. Grayhawk: Wow! What a young stud you are! How do you have time to be online when you're probably out chasing girls (or boys)? Grayson had sent his pic a while ago, and he was the very definition of cool to the youth's eyes. Not a jock like Simon's dumb big brother. For sure not one of the "cool kids," who all looked the same and acted the same. No, this guy had the confidence to look relaxed with his shaggy hair and his tee-shirt with a funny science joke on it. His picture said he didn't care what anyone thought of him. That was what Simon strove to achieve. He wasn't and would never be popular. He didn't want to be. His roid-monkey brother and airheaded sister were all the evidence the boy needed that being popular was a waste of time. Though it would be nice to not be picked on by everyone. Simon finally managed to type back an awkward thanks and something lame like how the older boy looked way better. Grayhawk: Dude, you're such a charmer I bet you have to beat 'em off with a stick. SoulfireSimon: 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 Grayson felt a thrill of delight hearing that Simon liked his looks. For one, it was the first sign he'd had the youth might be gay. And it suggested the possibility of a mutual attraction. Which meant the teen might finally be able to get a boy into his bed. Problem was, Grayson had no idea how to do that. The first step, obviously, was to get the kid over to his house. Since Simon was local, it was solely a matter of bus schedules and building up more trust. They met at McDonald's where, over fries and soda pop, Grayson drew the shy nerd out of his shell. When the teen suggested coming back to his place so they could play their favorite video game together, the boy happily agreed. Simon asked timidly, "Are you sure it'd be fine with your mom and dad?" "Don't worry," Grayson winked while calmly dabbing a fry in his ketchup. "I'm free to do what I want. They know if I bring someone over, that person is automatically cool." "U-Um, well, thanks," Simon replied while biting into his burger to conceal his smile. That was the first of several days spent together. They got closer and more comfortable around each other, which was great but also agony for Grayson, who longed to get cute little Simon naked. The highschooler just didn't want to blow it, so he was careful. First Grayson tried talking about which characters in the game were hot, but Simon was coy and offered girls and guys as examples of who he liked. Attempts to find out if the seventh grader was interested in a boy or girl at school were equally fruitless. Then Grayson had struck upon a fairly brilliant idea. First he started wearing baggy shorts whenever he was with Simon, which made his hard-on more evident. More than once, the teen caught the boy eying his crotch. Grayson also started changing his shirt whenever Simon was over, which always seemed to draw the cute little nerd's attention. With all of that bucking up his courage, and his dick crying out for relief, the horny adolescent finally worked up the nerve to give his cute bespectacled boy a kiss. "Is it okay that I did that?" Grayson asked suavely. "Y-Yeah, but..." Simon stammered, "I-I... I didn't know... y-you w-wanted to... with me." Simon wasn't sure why he was so surprised by Grayson. At the start of their friendship, the middleschooler had had his parents' dire warnings in his head about strangers on the internet and the perverse things they would do to young boys. In spite of that, Simon had shared his picture and met up with the teen and gone home with him. He'd done it over and over and always the older guy was cool with him, way nicer than any high school student had ever been to Simon. The 11-year-old was so comfortable now with his friend that he didn't even think he'd mind being molested. With every glance at that lean chest or the outline bouncing around in those shorts, Simon felt a weird flutter in his stomach. So no, Simon should not have been surprised, but yet he was. This cool, smart, awesome older boy liked him enough to want to kiss him! It was unbelievable. The youth was absolute putty in the teen's hands and they slowly made out for what seemed like forever. Simon didn't know what it was like to be drunk, but the floaty-dizzy feeling he experienced had to be close, he was sure. "Mmmmmm," Grayson moaned. "Your lips are so soft and luscious." "Yours, um, too," Simon said with cheeks burning fire-engine red. Grayson was on Cloud 9. His cute young friend was so eager and so compliant that making out with him was like a dream. Any doubt about Simon's attractions vanished as the 16-year-old held the tween in his arms and tangled their tongues together. Their hangouts from then on were half-gaming and half-making-out. It was also a chance for Grayson to feel the boy up, albeit through his clothes. Still. It was fantastic and made the teen even hungrier for the sweet little nerd. Simon did protest some on the day Grayson couldn't resist anymore and started to strip the boy down. His objections were weak and fizzled to nothing as the teen caressed him all over and treated his body to little licks and loving kisses. When Grayson finally got his lips on the prize, Simon surrendered to him completely. What a moment it was for the young boylover to finally taste the kid's thin cocklet. "Wwwwwhhhhmmmmmuuuuuuuuuggggghhh," Simon managed to utter with the nascent sensations of a mouth on his privates. "You taste amazing, Si," Grayson purred as he bathed the smooth stem with his tongue. Simon had never dreamed his body could feel so good. Grayson was showing the youth things that left him stunned and amazed. His whole body shook with pleasure and lust as the teen teased him with his tongue. It seemed the older boy had in fact always been intending to molest him. And it was awesome! Simon was completely unprepared for his first orgasm. It wracked his slender frame from toes to scalp and left him wrung out and completely overwhelmed. The next time Simon came over, he didn't even utter a peep when the horny teen stripped him. Nor did the youth offer any objections when he was put on his knees, face to dick with his friend's throbbing erection. It wasn't massive or anything, but it was certainly the biggest young Simon had ever seen. Grayson had beat off so much thinking of this moment. He could hardly believe it was here. With only a modicum of coaxing, his young friend opened wide and took him into his mouth. Grayson moaned in approval and basked in the absolute bliss of being sucked off for the first time. "Siiiiiiiiiii, duuuuude," Grayson said lustily. "It's like we were meant to be with one another." "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Simon said before slipping the knob and shaft into his mouth. Hot, sexy, oh-so-irresistible Simon, naked save for his glasses and his socks, was where the teen had been aching for him to be for weeks. When blowing his load, Grayson nearly choked the boy. But the little nerd only grinned and asked when they could do it again. The blowjobs were fun and Grayson was happy with them, of course, but he had one more prize to claim. So one day, after an intense, naked makeout session, the teen murmured to his young lover that he was going to take his virginity. "You're such a gorgeous little stud," Grayson said with a seductive smile. "I promise I'll be gentle. But I need to be inside you." "H-How do you want us... to, um... to do it?" the bottom boy inquired while lying back on the bed. Young Simon was hot for it, whimpering and gasping while Grayson greased him up. The boy let out a loud cry when the thick cock pried him open, so loud that the teen was grateful he had a basement bedroom. No one was going to hear the kid yelping as his cherry was claimed.