Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 05:48:30 -0400
From: Neo <hello_neo@protonmail.com>
Subject: "Will you be my boyfriend?" Chapter 3

Author's note:

Thank you for all the messages of support. I was particularly touched to
have fellow authors compliment my story. I'm grateful to be part of this
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Not everyone loved the choice of activities in episode two. I'm happy to
say that this one is quite different, so don't abandon this story just yet.

Please let me hear your thoughts. I love hearing from you and I'll be sure
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Neo.

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EPISODE THREE

"Yes!" came Kieran's sweet, triumphant voice over the headset, as the
victory message flashed on screen after yet another win at capture-the-
flag.

"You're the best, Kieran," replied Lewis. "You took that tower almost
single handed."

Lewis could almost hear his boyfriend's pride down the wire.

The pair were playing co-op, on the same team. Playing against each other
didn't feel quite right any more. And a damn good team they made, too.
Lewis ran defence, offering covering fire while the bold nine-year-old
skirted the opposing line bagging stealth takedowns and outrageous melee
kills.

"Wanna come over?" Kieran asked. He had Lewis' attention instantly. The two
boys had been desperate to see each other again ever since their first
encounter, but finding the time and freedom was no easy task.

"Yup," he answered without hesitation. His game controller was on the floor
and his shoes on his feet almost before the syllable was out of his mouth.

Lewis knew the route now, and it took him barely a few minutes to travel
the few blocks. He pedalled fast, and was out of breath when he arrived at
Kieran's front door. The door opened as he approached, before he had a
chance to knock.

"Hey, boyfriend," said Kieran.

Lewis pulled the boy in for a hug. "I haven't stopped thinking about you,"
he told him.

It was a weeknight, and Kieran still wore his school uniform. Grey
trousers, a white collared shirt that had seen neater days, and a roughly
knotted dark red tie. A trace of mud marked one elbow. Kieran had let the
shirt come untucked from his waistband and undone his top button, adding to
his appearance of scruffy boyishness. The schoolboy look was an immediate
turn-on for Lewis. Maybe Kieran knew that, and had kept the uniform on
deliberately.

Before he let go of the nine-year-old, Lewis reached down a hand and
squeezed Kieran's butt through the dark grey seat of the school trousers.

"It's so good to see you" he said.

"Wanna watch TV?" Kieran suggested brightly.

Lewis was momentarily surprised. He realised he had been expecting Kieran
to get straight down to business. And at fourteen, Lewis himself was
perpetually horny.

Kieran was looking at him in a different way, though. It was an unfamiliar
feeling, less tangible than sheer sexual lust, but Lewis found its draw on
him was just as strong. He smiled his agreement. Watching TV with his
boyfriend, he decided, sounded perfect.

"So does anyone else even live here?" Lewis joked, as they settled snugly
onto the couch. Kieran had been the only one home on both Lewis' visits.

"Oh, yeah," Kieran nodded with emphatic resentment. "Otherwise I'd make you
stay here forever," he added, putting both his arms around Lewis.

Lewis didn't enquire further, but Kieran carried on of his own volition
after a short pause. "I have a brother," he said bitterly. "He doesn't
really live here now, but he likes to... come over sometimes. And my mum is
here most nights. She brings her boyfriends."

They sat side by side for a while. Lewis snuggled the younger boy's warm
body against his own, enjoying the comforting feeling of just being with
him. He looked over at Kieran's beautiful face. Kieran's eyes were
incredible. Fixed on the TV, the flecked brown irises reflected flickering
fairy-light flashes. They were outlined by a perfect curve of pointed
lashes that cast the faintest of shadows on the soft skin of his cheeks.
Beneath each eye, a dusting of freckles fell like dappled autumn sunlight.
On impulse, Lewis turned his head and landed a gentle kiss on Kieran's
lips.

Kieran broke off his gaze from the TV and looked at Lewis. He seemed to
understand the look of devotion in the older boy's eyes better than Lewis
did himself. Climbing onto Lewis' lap, he leaned in and returned the kiss
with feeling.

The warm body twisting its way on top of Lewis intensified his longing for
the boy. He kissed Kieran again, holding a little longer this time. Then
apart again, with an imperceptible pull as their lips reluctantly
separated.

Kieran drew in breathlessly closer, needing more. Lewis's mouth grazed
first his upper then his lower lip. The feeling of gentle resistance each
time they moved apart was greater now, as each boy became accustomed to the
shape of the lips of the other. Kieran's smaller mouth tugged lightly at
Lewis' pronounced bottom lip as if trying to keep it for his own.

Their noses bumped, and Kieran let out a giggle. Then he turned his head a
little and moved back in to the kiss with purpose. This time, the boys
didn't move apart. Lewis' arm held Kieran close while the nine-year-old's
lips decorated his with kisses that ran pauselessly one into the next.

Lewis felt the tickle of the tip of Kieran's tongue touch the entrance to
his mouth. Instinctively he met it with his own. It tasted of nothing and
everything at the same time.

As if by silent agreement the pair opened their mouths to each other.
Kieran's torso was warm and firm against Lewis' body. The fourteen-year-old
shyly found Kieran's tongue again with his own. Kieran responded with a
lick of Lewis' upper lip. The older boy tried to catch the retreating
tongue, teasing it playfully, enjoying the wet, inviting, almost
imperceptible taste of their combined boy-spit.

Minutes passed as their lips and tongues swapped silent secrets. An
onlooker would have heard the faintest of occasional sounds from their wet
lips, but Lewis and Kieran heard nothing but each other's heartbeats.

It was hunger that eventually brought Lewis back down to earth. His hand
found Kieran's, and he held it lightly. The nine-year-old broke the kiss
and looked up, sensing the shift in Lewis' demeanour.

"You got any food?" Lewis asked.

Kieran looked downcast and a little embarrassed. "Not really. Beans.
Toast."

Lewis felt a pang for Kieran, left to fend for himself in the evenings at
only nine years old.

"You got eggs?" Lewis asked. "We can cook something."

"Yeah!" Kieran responded, eyes brightening. "Can... can you teach me?" he
added, tentatively.

The boys sat across from each other as they ate. After the meal, they
stayed there for a while, looking at each other in contented silence.

"I need to get out of this uniform," Kieran said, finally. "Come on," he
added, leaving the table and heading for the stairs.

Lewis followed, not needing to ask why his help was required.

He hadn't seen Kieran's bedroom before. The room was tidy but lived-in: a
sanctuary. Lewis felt the significance, at least subconsciously, of being
invited to enter. A few schoolbooks were piled on a small desk, one leg of
which Kieran had mended clumsily with tape.

Kieran pulled off his striped red school tie and let it fall to the floor.
Turning to face Lewis, he raised his hand to his shirt buttons, ready to
put on the schoolboy strip show he knew would get his older boyfriend
deliciously horned up. It was true: Lewis' dick began to swell in his pants
with anticipation as he watched intently.

Kieran's hand paused, though, as his eye landed on the tie that lay
discarded on the floor. Lewis could almost see the idea taking shape in
Kieran's mind.

"Take off your top and lay face down on the bed," Kieran commanded.

Lewis did as the young schoolboy told him, his frustration at the curtailed
display matched only by his excitement at what the boy's new plan might be.
Kieran's bed was narrow, and the coloured sheets were crumpled, not washed
quite often enough. The pillow smelled deeply of boy; of Kieran. Lewis
buried his face in it contentedly, breathing his boyfriend in as he
savoured the feeling of his shirtless torso against the nine-year-old's
well-used sleeping spot.

He could feel what Kieran was doing without needing to turn his head. He
felt his arms lifted behind his back. Fabric brushed against his wrists as
Kieran carefully knotted the school tie to bind Lewis' hands together.

"Turn over."

Lewis wriggled, pushing himself face-up using his legs and elbows. Kieran
stood grinning down at him from the side of the bed. Lewis grinned back. He
was loving this.

Kieran climbed onto the bed, kneeling with one knee either side of Lewis'
hips. With a smile, he lowered himself forward. Extending the tip of his
tongue, he lightly licked first one nipple, then the other. Lewis'
fourteen-year-old chest was still free of hair, and the circles of his
nipples were pink like the skin near the head of his dick. Their tiny
centres were noticeably raised under Kieran's tongue, which flicked them
slightly as it passed over.

Kieran raised his head again to look at Lewis with a grin. Seeing no
objection--quite the opposite--he went down again. This time he allowed his
teeth to very gently graze the little pink bumps. Lewis drew in a breath,
closing his eyes.

The next thing the fourteen-year-old felt was hot wet warmth on his chest,
as Kieran took his left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue round it
insistently. The friction was intense, electric, soon becoming so fierce it
was almost unbearable. Unable to move his hands, Lewis instinctively bucked
his whole body, turning his chest away from the preteen mouth. As his
pelvis jerked upward it grazed against the younger boy's crotch inches
above. A spasm ran through Lewis' throbbing bulge. Kieran, undaunted,
renewed his efforts on Lewis' other side: hot, slick and spiralling.

"Enough," gasped Lewis finally, unable to stand the skimming little tongue
any longer. He smiled weakly as Kieran surfaced.

"You don't like it?" Kieran asked.

"I do... I did... it's too much. No more," Lewis smiled pleadingly. The wet
boy-spit on his air-exposed nipples had left them cold and even more
sensitive.

"Okay."

The mattress moved, lifting Lewis' body up, as Kieran repositioned himself.
A fumbling movement and he had turned to face the opposite way, still
straddling Lewis but with his back to the boy's face.

Kieran bent forward, shuffling his knees to get his position just right.
His grey-clad ass lifted, settling directly above Lewis so that, had he not
been clothed, his dick would have hung down to touch the fourteen-year-
old's lips.

Lewis knew it was deliberate. His mind was already planning his next move--
to reach round Kieran's body, to grab the boy's little crotch, to pull his
ass down onto his face, to fumblingly undo his fly and begin to remove the
tight grey trousers--before his body realised that his hands were still
powerlessly tied beneath him. He thought he could smell the faintest hint
of boy butt escaping through the dark grey material that grazed his nose.
Desperately he reached out his tongue and licked the fabric, provoking a
giggle from Kieran. It tasted of nothing, and Lewis abandoned it,
helplessly and impossibly aroused.

It was easy enough for Kieran to pull down Lewis' zip and undo his fly-
button, even though he was doing it from above. From this position, there
was no way he could remove the jeans more than an inch or two, but he
managed to shuffle them out of the way of his goal. Every fumbling movement
of those nine-year-old hands added to Lewis' lustful anticipation.

Only a pair of close-fitting boxer briefs now covered Lewis's junk. The
shape of the teen boner, rock hard with expectation, was barely concealed
at all by the thin black stretch-material.

Kieran bent forward, pressing his mouth against the fabric that barely
obscured the fourteen-year-old's hard-on. He knew that each time he moved
his covered crotch shifted above his helpless boyfriend's face. The young
cocktease began to nudge at the teen monster with his lips and tongue,
sending shivers through Lewis' spine. Then with a vibration of friction on
fabric, Kieran ran the end of his tongue down the length of the stiff
covered form, finishing delicately at the swollen tip. The boxer briefs
clung even closer to outline of Lewis' twitching cock head as precum and
boy-lick wetted the cotton.

The urge to pull down his waistband and jerk off was more than Lewis could
bear. His hands trapped, tied beneath him, Kieran's teasing was driving him
wild.

"Stop... stop..." Lewis moaned.

Kieran lifted his body, shooting an upside-down glance between his legs. He
understood the frantic look in his teen boyfriend's eyes.

"Sorry," Kieran grinned. He changed his position again, making sure to drag
his crotch over the helpless teenager's face as he did so. With another 180
degree turn he was lying down next to Lewis on the narrow bed. He began to
ease off the older boy's jeans properly. Lewis wriggled his legs, trying to
make the task as easy as possible. Finally extricated, the jeans fell to
the floor.

With a final fumbling motion, Kieran pulled Lewis' distended boxer briefs
all the way down. Lewis let out a gasp of relief as his dick sprang upright
in a trail of precum.

There was a glint in Kieran's eye as he resumed a kneeling position, facing
Lewis, and held up the precum-decorated boxers. The adolescent cock's
secretions were readily visible, a trail of still-wet silver on the black
material. Kieran held them to his face and took a deep sniff, eyes closed,
as much for Lewis' benefit as his own. Then he bent forward, carefully
depositing the boxers on top of his boyfriend's defenceless face.

Lewis' grin of appreciation was hidden by the fabric covering his nose and
mouth. He breathed in the smell of his own dirty underwear, catching the
familiar tang of his own teen ass-sweat behind the heavy, irresistible
scent of his precum-soaked fourteen-year-old dick.

It was at that moment that Kieran's slick, hot young mouth descended on
Lewis, swallowing his cock in a single expert movement.

"Kieran," Lewis tried to moan. The soiled boxer briefs on his face muffled
his words, rewarding him instead with a quick taste of his own dick-juice
on the fabric as his mouth opened. Meanwhile, the nine-year-old boy lapped
up his dick with expert attention, sending firm waves of pleasure
ricocheting through Lewis' body like he had never dreamed possible.

Though Lewis' view was obscured by his own dirty boxer briefs perched on
his face, he could catch glimpses of the young schoolboy going down on him.
The sight of Kieran in his mostly-buttoned white shirt and grey school
trousers was sending Lewis closer and closer to the edge. His mind assessed
the situation with disbelief. He was lying, tied up, in a nine-year-old
schoolboy's bed, the smell of his own dirty underwear assaulting his
senses, while the little boy swallowed voraciously at his throbbing boner.
Lewis sank back, all conscious thought replaced by the pure wet pleasure of
Kieran's tongue and lips.

Kieran's technique was expert. His little tongue flicked around the head of
Lewis' engorged dick, teasing out drips of precum and licking them
immediately away. With what seemed to Lewis like perfect timing, the little
boy sank his lips, his tongue, his mouth at intervals down the entire
length of the rigid shaft. Lewis shuddered with every smooth, melting
descent. Kieran sucked on the emerging cock-flesh lightly and purposefully
each time he resurfaced, forming cute dimples in his cheeks.

By now Lewis' cock was as rigid as it had ever been. Kieran lifted himself
off the stiffened pole and examined it keenly. A quarter-inch circle of
gleaming exposed helmet peeked out of the foreskin at the tip. The nine-
year-old closed his little lips tight, pressing them to the little sperm-
hole as if he was kissing it. Then he began to sink his mouth down the
cock-head, his tight lips parting the circle of surrounding skin. He made
it half way before the elastic covering escaped his grasp, Lewis' helmet
slipping quickly back inside. With suddenly less resistance, Kieran tumbled
back down the length of the shaft, hot cock filling his throat. Not
disheartened, he repeated his purposeful motion. With his lips puckered, he
carefully pushed against the tight foreskin a second time. This time he
guided it determinedly all the way to the protruding ridge and beyond.

As Kieran's lips grasped Lewis' suddenly fully-exposed helmet, the older
boy gave a shudder so violent that Kieran hesitated briefly, wondering if
he was about to cum.

Trying to reach out a hand to clutch Kieran's head closer, Lewis's wrist
jerked against the school tie that anchored his wrists behind him. The
movement made the boxer briefs shift against his face, releasing a faint
but unmistakable scent of his own half-day-old piss.

"More," he yelped, urging Kieran on in the only way he was able.

Now it was Lewis' turn to feel the effect a flicking tongue can have on the
uncovered head of an uncut cock. Kieran knew where to direct his attention,
and he drove his tongue into the underside of Lewis' helmet. Lewis bit his
lip as the feeling of powerless ecstasy drove him closer to the brink.

Kieran had found the magic method, and he used his wet lips to push Lewis'
foreskin back again and again. It was a continual exchange, the retreating
ring of skin surrendering its contents into Kieran's wet lips only to
swallow them back hurriedly as the young boy's hot mouth retreated once
more. His tongue probed with rapid determination, trying to worm its way
beneath the tight little pocket of skin but never quite succeeding.

Little Kieran knew he wasn't mistaken this time as he sensed the fourteen-
year-old's muscles beginning to strain. He didn't back off. Hungrily he
sucked the building teen orgasm from Lewis' tortured helmet.

Lewis couldn't contain a low, animalistic sound as his dick fired lightning
bolts of pent-up energy into the nine-year-old's eager mouth. It felt as
though the feverish jets couldn't erupt fast enough, the next spark
straining to arc free before the first had even completed its escape.

The little schoolboy swallowed and swallowed without a pause for breath.

When the fourteen-year-old dick was finally done feeding him, Kieran rested
for a moment with the still-hard teenage cock in his mouth. He carried on
his gentle sucking, trying to tease out the last sweet flavour from his
lollipop. There was a contented silence before the little boy finally
withdrew his lips.

"Oh my god," was all Lewis could manage, looking up in worship at his
preteen hero.

Kieran's mouth glistened with a last pearlescent trace of Lewis' cum as he
grinned broadly. He looked down at the spent teenage form that lay
exhausted on his bed. Extending his tongue slightly, the schoolboy licked
the stray drop from his upper lip.

"Good?" Kieran said.

"Unbelievable."

***

NEXT TIME ON WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND:

Kieran will need his boyfriend's help to escape from his past. Is Lewis
ready for the responsibility, though?

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