Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 15:01:03 +1000
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Subject: Prodigy and Prejudice - Chapter 5

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PRODIGY AND PREJUDICE

Chapter 5

Nick slowly awoke in a daze. He was still unable to process the fact that
his life had completely changed the previous night. The boy he'd been
thinking about, the boy he'd fantasised about, for the past almost three
months, had kissed him. And he had kissed that boy. And that kiss made him
feel fucking GREAT.

At the same time, though, it scared him to his core. What if everyone found
out? What if it was just a one-time thing, and Ryan completely fobbed him
off? What if Ryan blamed him, never spoke to him again?

Nick legitimately wondered whether life would be able to go on as
normal. As he opened his eyes, he noticed his fan was still whirring, his
alarm clock was still on, the sun was shining through his window, and his
clothes were still all over the floor. At least nothing in the physical
environment had changed, he observed.

He also noticed that, beneath his bedsheet, he was as hard as a rock. It
was a problem he'd had ever since he and Ryan had stopped kissing. Every
time his cock would go down, he'd think of the moment he accepted Ryan's
lips and it would shoot back up again. He was on far too much of a cloud to
rub one out when he and he father arrived home the previous night, and he
was now far too dazed to think about it either. It being the morning,
though, Nick assumed it would find its way down eventually.

After a moment lying in bed wondering what to do, he tossed his top sheet
over and stood up, trying to will his hardness away. He looked down, noting
how his rock hard rod was severely tenting the navy Bonds boxer briefs he'd
slept in. He stuck his hand into his underpants and pulled his cock
upwards, holding the tip to his body with the elastic waistband. The very
end of his boyhood was still showing, so he put on an old t-shirt he found
on the floor to cover it up and, neglecting to put on any pants, ventured
out of his room to immediately attend upon the bathroom to take care of his
full bladder.

Ray looked up from his newspaper as what appeared to be an apparition of
his son skulked past the kitchen table over to the bathroom. Whilst seeing
an expressionless boy with frazzled hair and minimal clothing trudge to the
bathroom was a usual occurrence, Ray had thought that Nick had been in an
odd mood last night and wondered whether it was to continue. It wasn't that
he was withdrawn from the world; he just seemed to be more guarded than
usual. It was therefore also most puzzling to Ray that he also wore a smile
for most of the evening. Perhaps it was the delicious food, or the amazing
house, or his new friend, or the onset of holidays; maybe it was just a
combination of all of it. Ray shook his head at his enigma of a son and
ceased trying to figure him out.

Subsequent to the sound of a half-flush, Ray observed a tired-looking Nick
arrive at the kitchen in search of breakfast. It puzzled Ray further when
Nick walked past the table with a thousand yard stare and opened the fridge
without comment. Ray had to smile; teenage boys were almost a species unto
themselves. Ray often wondered whether David Attenbrough should do a
feature on his son.

Ray kept smiling while looking at his zombie-son take the milk from the
fridge, grab a bowl from the cupboard, take the muesli from the bench, and
sit down at the kitchen table. Nick looked briefly at his father, before
sitting down and preparing his usual morning meal.

"Earth to Nicky," Ray said calmly.

Nick swallowed his first mouthful of muesli and milk before responding
nonchalantly without lifting his head or his gaze from his bowl of
muesli. "Hi, Dad."

Ray almost laughed at his son's response. "You've got fixtures today,
remember."

Nick nodded without looking up, continuing to eat. "Yep."

Ray's smile began to fade. "I've got to coach the Pee Wees, so you'll be on
your own."

"Yep." Nick was hardly processing anything his father said as his mind was
still blank.

"I've got to pick up Franny from Sophie's, then she's got netball, and I'm
coaching all afternoon, so I won't be back home until dinnertime. You'll
have to bus it home, mate."

"Cool."  Still nothing.

Now becoming frustrated, Ray sighed. "Did you not get any sleep, or
something?"

Nick shook his head lightly, still maintaining his focus on his
bowl. "Nah. I'm good."

"You just need some time to wake up, huh?" Ray asked, a little concerned at
his son's demeanour.

Nick just nodded. "Yep."

Ray shook his head exasperatedly as he went back to his newspaper. "Well,
make sure you get your head in the game, or you'll be toast. You've got
Blake and that tall bloke from Brisbane."

"I will."

Nick slowly chomped through his breakfast as his father resumed combing
through his newspaper. In an effort to start thinking about tennis in
preparation for his match, Nick thought of his favourite shots. This caused
him to replay in his mind the running forehand he belted against Dylan
which, in turn, caused him to smile. However, thinking of that particular
match made him think of Ryan, whose presence in the crowd spurred Nick on
to victory. That then caused Nick to vividly replay in his mind the kiss
the two boys shared, causing him to smirk, before his cock decided that the
scene in Nick's mind was inspiration enough for another boner. It seemed
every thought he had was taking him back to Ryan.

Once again, in a matter of moments, thanks to the chain reaction of
thoughts, Nick was hard in his underpants; thankfully, though, this time
his hardness was safely concealed by the kitchen table. Nick lost his smile
as he realised his predicament and hoped his father wasn't about to look
under the table. Perhaps wearing pants to breakfast would have been a good
idea.

As Nick began to wonder how he would discreetly transport his erection away
from the kitchen table, the old grandfather clock by the television in the
living room chimed for 9 o'clock. Putting down his newspaper and leaving
the table to change, Ray mentioned to Nick that he should get into his
tennis clothes. Once his father had retreated to his room, Nick scurried
across the kitchen back towards his room with his hard young cock pointing
the way, and quickly shut the door. He sighed as he was free to rearrange
his groin and dress in peace.

Nick again failed to piece together any rational thoughts as he dressed
himself in his tennis gear, travelled with his father to the courts,
accepted a further admonishment from his father calling on Nick to get his
head in the game, and trudged off to his designated court. As he arrived,
he noticed his two opponents for the morning already warming up – a
young kid, about his age, that he'd played and comprehensively beaten a few
times before, and a tall, tanned boy he'd never seen. The usual
pleasantries were exchanged, the boys rotated through their warmup, the
umpire arrived, the draw was made, the toss was completed, and Nick started
his match against the younger opponent whilst the older boy sat and watched
from seats outside the court.

"Play," called the umpire, which took Nick by surprise. Blake knocked a
regulation serve over the net, for which Nick wasn't ready. Only a snap of
his wrist and his cat-like reflexes allowed him to get the ball in play.

Everything was just happening in a blur. It seemed like five seconds ago,
Nick was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. How was he now
standing, fully clothed and warmed up, about to play a tennis match? How
was he not able to concentrate on anything? When would this daze go away?

It was impossible for Nick to focus. Instead of clearing his mind, watching
the ball, and planning his rallies, he was thinking about anything and
everything, swanning around and just hitting the ball anywhere. More often
than not, he was winning the points, but it was mainly just because the boy
opposite the net wasn't nearly as good as Nick.

When the match eventually finished in his favour, Nick shook his opponent's
hand and smiled almost sadly at the other boy, before shaking the umpire's
hand. All three knew Nick was capable of more than that, and wondered why
it hadn't been provided. The umpire shook his head as Nick walked off the
court to take a seat as the older boy took Nick's place on court.

Nick plonked himself and his bag down on the bench seat adjacent to the
court and watched the two other boys begin their match. Alarmingly, he
still couldn't gather his thoughts. Did last night really happen? Would
everyone find out? Would anything ever feel as good as the moment Ryan
kissed him?

To top it off, Nick couldn't help but again think about that bloody
kiss. On the basis of the thought, again, he quickly went to full hardness
in his shorts. He sighed in defeat, once again thankful he was seated,
before discreetly adjusting himself. He changed his thoughts to algebra in
an effort to bring it down again which, thankfully, after a minute began to
work.

If this whole gay thing was going to be a phase, it would have to end
pretty fucking soon, Nick thought.

The match between the two other boys on court didn't give Nick a lot of
time to gather himself. It was one-way traffic. Just fifteen minutes after
Nick had sat down, the umpire was calling him to the court to play his next
match. For the first time in a long time, he didn't want to go out there
and play tennis.

He just wanted life to go back to normal. He just wanted to go into his
room and stare at the ceiling. He just wanted to avoid interaction for a
while. He just wanted ... someone to tell him that everything was going to
be OK.

As Nick trudged to the net for the coin toss, wondering why he was
bothering going out there again, he heard several familiar early teenage
voices calling out behind him.

"You suck, Nick!"

"Go the other dude!"

"Can't serve, can't hit, he's shit!"

"What a prick!"

Everyone on the court turned around to see five smiling and laughing faces
staring at Nick from outside the court. Immediately recognising who they
were, Nick felt a palpable sense of relief hit his body. Even though he
told the boys that he played fixtures at 9.30 every Saturday morning, he
hadn't expected them to actually come out and watch. Nick began to smile
when he saw Ryan, who hadn't called anything out, simply look back at him
with a beaming smile before nodding his head upwards. Nick grinned,
returning the gesture and feeling its magical qualities within him, before
turning back to the umpire and his opponent.

"Excuse me, watch your language!" the frustrated umpire called out to the
group of boys, before frowning down at Nick.

"Sorry, ump," Nick said on behalf of his friends, struggling to hold back a
wide smile.

The interlude from the boys was just the tonic that Nick needed. It was as
if, with his eyes, his smile, and his `wassup' nod, Ryan had taken Nick by
the hand and said `we're all going to be alright'. The other boys were just
as normal, throwing their chat, smiling, laughing, and goofing around. Ryan
was his usual excited self. Nothing had changed. For now, at least. It was
like the balloon that had inflated itself in Nick's stomach had popped, and
the grand piano that had been sitting on his shoulders had been taken away.

"Tell your friends there's to be no more shouting, will you?" the umpire
sternly directed at Nick, who simply nodded meekly in return, failing to
hide his smile. "Right, let's play. Chester to serve."

As Nick jogged down to his end, which happened to be the one the boys were
standing behind, he grinned at his friends and spoke excitedly under his
breath.

"Stop yelling, the umpire just got mad at me!" Nick said softly beneath a
wide grin.

"Ryan said you were actually pretty good, so we came to piss you off,"
Xander shot back with a smirk.

"Kill `im, Nick!" hissed Jonno, as Nick nodded back at his friends and
moved to the baseline to face the older boy, still with a beaming smile on
his face.

With a few quick jumps from foot to foot and a deep breath, Nick felt all
of his talent, focus, and determination return to his body as he adopted
his usual receiving position, twirling his racquet with a look of deep
concentration. As soon as the tall teenager on the other side of the net
commenced proceedings by smashing an ace down the T, Nick knew he'd need
every bit of all of that to get through the match.

It wasn't long until Nick showed exactly what he could do. Emboldened by
the first point, the gangly teen thought he'd try smashing one down the T
on the ad-court, too. This time, though, Nick correctly predicted the serve
and managed to scythe a backhand slice back to the centre of the court. His
opponent, not appreciating the nimbleness of Nick's footwork, put a topspin
forehand short on Nick's backhand side. Nick raced into position, and when
the ball reared up off the court, in the corner of his eye, he noticed that
his opponent was still rooted to the baseline and had failed to come
in. Accordingly, he swatted a powerful flat cross-court backhand that
whizzed low over the net, catching the sideline halfway up the court. The
other boy was no chance of moving across, and the angle and power on the
ball caused it to pound into the fence.

Point to Nick, little fist pump. It wasn't a particularly difficult shot;
it seemed as though it was just an underestimation by his opponent. Nick
stayed in the zone, resisting the temptation to turn around and see the
raised eyebrows and surprised expressions of everyone except Ryan, who was
grinning ear to ear.

The next point sealed the direction of traffic for the match. An accurate
serve out wide to Nick's backhand meant Nick had to stretch for the ball,
and all he could do was hit a short ball into the middle of his opponent's
court. This time, his opponent didn't miss the opportunity to come forward,
and quickly advanced toward the net, placing an approach shot on the
opposite side of the court to Nick, deep and near the corner. Nick's
opponent, along with the five boys silently willing Nick on at the back of
the court, thought it was a winner.

Not Nick. He raced across the court at full pace and, reaching the ball
just in time, snapped his writs and cracked a running forehand down the
line, curving the ball around his stunned opponent standing at the net. The
ball dropped onto the baseline just inside the tram line before shooting
into the back fence. Nick screeched to a halt, sliding gracefully on the
court and let out his usual "c'mon!!"

Nick turned, his fist still clenched, to look at his supporters. They all
just stood there with open mouths. Except for Ryan, though, who'd
absent-mindedly copied Nick's fist pump and stood there with a stern
smile. Nick couldn't help but smile at the disbelieving faces that were
looking back at him.

"Jesus Christ ..." Xander breathed, after a moment's shock had passed.

"What a fucking shot!" Charlie eventually managed, almost in a whisper.

"Told you," Ryan said matter-of-factly beneath his admiring smile, "he's
fucking brilliant."

"I've never-" Ross started to say, interrupted by the action unfolding in
front of him as Nick's opponent hit a kicking serve down the middle. Now
that Nick was fully in the groove, he nimbly took two stutter steps around
the serve and cracked a strong forehand cross-court winner, which flew well
past his flat-footed opponent. The power that the 13-year-old possessed was
a sight to behold.

"How do you even do that?" the skinny redhead finished, dumbfounded at what
he was seeing.

By the time Nick had finished with the boy opposite, his friends had seen
it all. They marvelled at the crisp groundstrokes, the quick feet, the
fluid serve, and the excitement with which Nick seemed to approach the
match. Nick had managed to so utterly trounce the poor teen on the other
side of the net, 6-1, that his opponent had even started to applaud some of
Nick's shots. It was done with style, too; the little twist of the racquet
that Nick subconsciously performed in between shots as he sidestepped
across the baseline back into a central position just added to the natural
flair with Nick played his best tennis.

As Nick grabbed his bag and was about to leave the court, the umpire came
over to Nick and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"You play like that without your friends here, and you're going to go
far. You've got to always give your best, no matter who's around," the
umpire said with a smile.

Nick smiled back, flattered by the older man's compliment, as he left the
court to join his friends. They were all excited for Nick, showering him
with praise and incessantly asking him questions about his game. The
attention, all for him, made Nick feel seven feet tall. When he and Ryan
made eye contact with each other, now close enough to each other to relive
their previous night's contact, they both blushed and smiled
embarrassingly.

`Yep', Nick thought, `he feels it too.'

"So is that it? Are you done?" Xander asked once the congratulations had
begun to subside, almost impatiently, "we're gonna head to the shopping
centre and play the free games in JB Hi-Fi, if you wanna come."

Nick nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I just gotta ask Dad. He's not gonna be home
until late."

Ryan's eyebrows shot up at that comment, and he caught Nick's eye. Nick
noticed the weird look and smirk on Ryan's face, and paused to consider why
he'd made such a face, but he couldn't work it out. Ryan almost chuckled at
Nick's boyish innocence and naivetι.

"Well hurry up, then, dickhead!" Jonno shot playfully. Nick realised
himself as he was rooted to the spot, nodded meekly and apologised to
Jonno, before rushing over to the main court to find his father.

Nick spotted Ray with the little kids, managed to grab his attention, and
promptly sought permission to be released from any further tennis to bum
around with his mates for the day. Ray, seemingly pleased with the
distraction his son provided from the twelve excited eight-year-olds he was
coaching, agreed to let Nick go and even offered to take Nick's bag home
with him.

As Nick grinned and turned to go, his father reminded him of the gift
voucher he'd won at the Age Championships that Ray had assumed would still
be in Nick's bag. Sure enough, a lightbulb went off in Nick's head, and he
rummaged through his unkempt bag – removing two Gatorade bottles and an
old grip – and found his prize. He stared at it with delight, almost
like Rafiki holding up Simba to the animals.

Ray chuckled at his son's forgetfulness and obliviousness. Only Nick could
forget that he had a $750 voucher just sitting in his tennis bag, and not
think to keep it safe or to spend it as soon as he'd got it.

"Maybe you can get yourself a phone, mate, so I don't have to baby you
anymore," Ray suggested with a smile, as Nick nodded, and rushed back over
to his friends.

The gaggle of boys' faces lit up when Nick returned with his bright yellow
card; such excitement was only matched by the sight of their jaws dropping
to the floor when they saw its value. Immediately, before the boys had even
turned towards the bus stop to get on the express to Townsville Central,
Nick was bombarded with questions as to what he was going to buy. Well,
then, what type of phone? Which carrier? What's got the best camera? What
games can you get? Even the bus driver looked in his mirror and shook his
head at the unbridled excitement only young teenage boys on their holidays
can muster.

Nick already knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted an iPhone just like
Ryan had, with a case just like Ryan had, on Telstra, just like Ryan
was. Nick had no idea about what it was like to be rich and have first pick
of everything you want – so he figured that if it was good enough for
Ryan, it was good enough for him.

To the sales associate, Nick was just another kid looking at an iPhone. To
the boys, Nick was just finally joining the rest of them. To every other
customer, Nick was just looking at a white box with a silver apple and a
hefty price tag on it. But when it was taken out from under the sales
counter, and placed on the plastic benchtop, Nick looked at the
Apple-branded cardboard like it was bathed in heavenly light. For so long
he'd coveted people with expensive phones, playing stupid bubble games and
texting their friends. Nick could hardly believe that he was about to be
the very proud owner of his own piece of Asian manufacturing.

At the register, the sales associate smiled at Nick's wonder. "Now, to set
it up, you're gonna need iTunes, a computer, and internet access."

Nick frowned, not understanding. "iTunes? What's iTunes?"

As the other kids in the group almost started to laugh that he didn't know
what the associate was talking about, Ryan sensed his opportunity and spoke
up with a smile. "I can show you on my way home."

Nick turned to look at Ryan and, seeing his genuine smiling expression,
turned his head back to the associate with a more resolved look. "Uh
... yeah. I guess he'll sort me out."

`You bet I will ...' Ryan thought devilishly.

With a couple of forms signed, the gift card handed over, and a receipt
produced, the boys continued on their otherwise aimless shopping adventure,
taking a long pit stop in the back of the electronics store to browse, and
try, some new games. Nick just looked on as the other boys showed off their
console gaming experience; particularly Ross, who managed to beat every one
of the boys at every game they played. Maybe Nick would have to get one of
those if he could save up some money.

Throughout lunch, Nick and Ryan kept embarrassing each other when they
caught each other's gaze. If it was a bunch of girls, it would have been
painstakingly obvious that the two boys shared an emotional
connection. Thankfully, though, none of the other boys even gave it a
second thought. They were all too caught up in talking shit about
everything, making jokes, and devouring their food court slop.

When it came time to go home, all the boys each called their parents to
come and pick them up. This was a completely foreign concept to Nick, who
had simply assumed that they would all get the bus home, just like he would
ordinarily do. Ryan happily announced that he was going home with Nick to
help him set up his new phone, almost proud that he was going to take an
expedition on a bus. The other boys shrugged and said their goodbyes as
they went out to the street to await pickup, whilst Ryan and Nick headed
off to the bus stop to get back to Nick's place.

"See?" Ryan said softly as the boys walked towards the station, "they don't
have to know."

Nick smiled. "That was really cool you guys came down today. I was feeling
really off."

Ryan looked over at Nick and smiled at him. "I love watching you play,
Nicky."

Nick returned Ryan's look and blushed, whilst being unable to suppress a
happy smile and Ryan calling him by his pet name. "You can't call me that,
people will notice!"

Ryan shrugged, and deliberately put on a deep, macho voice. "Nah. We're
just two dudes that like girls and shit."

Nick chuckled. "You're an idiot."

On the bus ride home, Nick and Ryan just chatted like the friendly young
boys they were. Maybe they were both afraid to touch each other or show
affection in public, or maybe it was just that they had become best
friends. Either way, it made the 20-minute bus trip seem like a
breeze. Realising he was about to show a rich kid his humble family home,
Nick

Nick opened the old wooden door, taking Ryan inside, and hoping he wouldn't
be disappointed. Nick moved through, standing in the middle of the lounge
room, holding his arms up almost embarrassingly in the small space.

"Well, this is it," Nick said, "Palazzo de Rabuzzo."

Ryan chuckled and looked around. "I love it, Nicky. So homely." How Ryan
managed to say it so sincerely without any patronisation almost stunned
Nick.

After looking around briefly, Ryan noted the lack of other people in the
house. "Where is everyone?"

Nick had taken his iPhone box out of the yellow shopping bag and had begun
to try and open it. "Well, Dad's gone to pick up Fran, then he's taking her
to netball, so they'll be back later this arvo, I guess."

"So no-one's going to be home for a while, then?" Ryan asked mischievously,
with a grin on his face, as he approached Nick slowly.

"Nope," Nick said nonchalantly, without looking up. He continued trying to
open the box, with a furrowed brow attempting to remove a particularly
stubborn sticker, completely oblivious to Ryan's motives.

Nick was surprised when Ryan came right up to Nick and kissed him quickly
on the cheek. Nick immediately looked up and into Ryan's eyes, as he
finally cottoned on to the situation.

"I better put this on the ta-" Nick couldn't finish what he was trying to
say as Ryan snatched the iPhone box and placed it onto the coffee table by
the black leather couch.

Without saying a word, Ryan took control. He stood in front of Nick, and
placing his hands on Nick's hips, closed his eyes and moved his lips
towards Nick's. This time, there was no hesitation as Nick replicated
Ryan's actions, putting his own hands on Ryan's hips as the boys began a
slow, passionate kiss. The fireworks that exploded at the moment the boys
shared their first kiss were replicated as the boys felt one another's lips
on their own again.

For a moment, the boys stood there, tenderly kissing each other's lips. It
was the same connection they felt down by the pool. Just two boys together,
away from the world, sharing a moment. The soft feel of Ryan's supple lips
shot Nick's erection all the way up; the feel of Nick's little lips on
Ryan's was more than enough to get Ryan's own member up to a fully active
state.

As Ryan pushed his tongue at the opening of Nick's lips, he pulled the
boys' hips together. Nick let out a guttural sigh as he felt his rock hard
cock grinding against Ryan's own cock through their clothing. In a sudden,
almost primal moment of passion, Nick wrested control from Ryan and pushed
his own tongue into Ryan's mouth. In an unrefined, instinctual display, the
two boys who had until last night never done anything sexual with anyone
absent-mindedly ground their hips into one another's, as their tongues
duelled between their locked, teenage lips.

Nick was in heaven. He could easily have stood there for the rest of his
life, just kissing and holding the boy opposite. Every time Ryan's erection
brushed against his, Nick let out a little sigh. He never knew how badly he
wanted this until it started to happen.

Ryan, as usual, was high on Nick. In the moment, Nick could have asked Ryan
to do quite literally anything, and Ryan would have done it. That feeling
of Nick's hard cock – the very same cock that Ryan had been long wishing
would be within his grasp – was melting Ryan away. The tacit recognition
that Nick was just as turned on as Ryan, given Nick's steely hardness at
that very moment, made Ryan smile. Even though he was hornier than he had
ever been, and he was swapping saliva with the hottest boy he knew, he
still managed a smile.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you ever since you left yesterday," Ryan
said softly between kisses.

Nick kept tyring to kiss Ryan. "Me either."

Ryan felt a primal phrase come out of his mouth with no idea where it came
from.

"I wanna take your clothes off."

Nick moved his head back, and looked seriously at Ryan. Seeing how deadly
serious Ryan was in return, he responded, "let's go to my room."

The youngster led his friend the short distance into his bedroom, and stood
in the middle of it. Nick, despite trying to be bold during the intense
pashing session the two boys had just completed, didn't know what to do.

But Ryan did. He was in a trance. After quickly shucking his own t-shirt,
he stepped up to Nick, and without looking at him in the eye, pulled the
bottom of Nick's tennis shirt up and lifted it over his head. After
throwing Nick's shirt away, what stood before him was finally his to touch.

"Fuck, you are so ... fucking ... hot," Ryan managed breathily, as he
placed both his hands on Nick's chest, slowly moving them down, feeling
Nick's muscular stomach. His hands glided over Nick's olive skin, feeling
his firm pecs, his beautiful chest, and of course, his almost-chiselled
abs.

"Oh, fuck ... Ryan ... Nick breathed, as he kept his hands by his sides and
closed his eyes to revel in the contact he was receiving from his friend.

Ryan's hands found their way to Nick's waist and he carefully slipped his
fingers into the elastic of Nick's tennis shorts. Without a hint of
embarrassment, Ryan pulled the shorts down Nick's legs, encountering some
slight resistance going over Nick's hard cock, before allowing Nick to step
out of them and kick them away.

"Holy fuck ..." Ryan breathed. He couldn't believe what his eyes were
showing him.

It was like God himself had crafted the boy standing in front of
Ryan. Nick's utterly stunning physique was amplified by the throbbing cock
that was severely tenting his navy blue boxer briefs. As Ryan was about to
reach out and grab Nick's dick through his underpants, Nick replicated what
his friend had done, as he stepped forward, and unbuttoned and unzipped
Ryan's shorts. As they fell to the floor, and Ryan kicked them away it was
Nick's turn to be amazed.

Ryan's long, thin legs and cute little bubble butt were magnified by the
pair of orange American Eagle briefs he was wearing. His cock, just like
Nick's, was sticking straight out – and it was a sight to behold. Nick,
feeling similarly to how Ryan had felt a moment before, wanted to grab
everything his saw in front of him. However, it was Ryan who took control
of the situation straight back.

It was time for Ryan to do what he'd been wanting to do for a long time. He
playfully smirked, before placing both hands on Nick's chest, and shoving
him down onto his bed. Nick fell hard onto his mattress, taken unaware, and
smiled playfully up at the advancing Ryan. Now, on his back, Nick looked up
at the boy, who proceeded to hold Nick's wrists down on the bed, and jumped
straight on top of him.

Ryan was now acting on pure instinct. He lay directly on top of Nick,
grinding his cock into Nick's, and kissing him furiously. The two boy's
dicks rubbed sensually against one another in a blue of orange and navy
fabric. Nick immediately felt safe under Ryan's control; he had no idea
where Ryan learned to be so assertive, but he was loving it. The boys were
kissing, and sighing, and moaning, as their hips were gyrating against each
other and their hard young teen cocks were sending constant impulses of
sexual contact to the boys' brains. In truth, though, both boys were
getting ever closer to cumming in their underpants.

Ryan removed his lips from Nick's and, with a smirk, slowly moved down his
friend's body until his face was right above Nick's encased package. Now so
close to the prize he had wanted for so long, Ryan placed his hands in the
elastic of Nick's underpants, and started to pull down; Nick, in response,
lifted his hips with a whimper, allowing Ryan to get at what he wanted.

With a little `slap' of dick on skin, Nick's ferociously hard
four-and-three-quarter inch uncut dick sprang out of his underpants and up
against his newly sprouted little bush of dark pubic hair. Ryan wasn't even
looking at what he was doing – being the shucking of his friend's
underpants – and was fixated on the perfect cock that was in front of
him.  Once he'd remembered to finish removing Nick's underpants from his
muscular legs, Ryan immediately took Nick's boydick in his hand and
marvelled at the smooth feel of its skin, the hardness of the shaft, and
the simple fact that he was holding his crush's cock in his hand. He
stroked it lovingly, slowly, and purposefully; he wanted to remember every
facet of it. He wanted Nick to feel better than he'd ever felt before. Ryan
was so fucking horny at that moment, he couldn't help but rub his own cock
through his underpants.

Nick closed his eyes and sighed heavily. The feeling of someone else
holding his cock, and now slowly stroking his cock, was otherworldly. Nick
could hardly contain himself as Ryan's slow strokes took him closer and
closer to heaven. He wished he could lie here forever, enjoying Ryan's
tender touch on his young cock. The feeling would be cast into his memory
forever.

Ryan's next move just about made Nick jump off the bed. Nick's cock felt
like it was suddenly engulfed with a warm wetness, like his whole cock was
surrounded and being serviced at once. It was, by far, the most pleasure
Nick had ever felt in his life. As soon as he felt this sensation, he
involuntarily let out a very loud moan, shot open his eyes, and looked down
to see Ryan's head bobbing up and down on his young teen dick. Ryan was
sucking his cock! Nick could hardly believe it!

He lay there, open-mouthed, and watched Ryan's sandy brown hair and plump
lips go up and down his hard shaft, with Ryan's tongue roving around his
pole and heightening the sensation. Ryan looked so hot, still on his knees
and bent over with Nick's cock in his mouth. It was a massive turn on for
Nick, and when Ryan started gently fondling Nick's balls, Nick thought he
might die of sensory overload.

With all the sexual stimuli happening, it only took about a minute of
Ryan's work for Nick to feel that familiar feeling building up within
him. Ryan, Nick felt, was giving a blowjob like a pro. Nick's whole shaft
was being worked; Ryan's tongue was moving around everywhere; and even
Nick's balls were being taken care of. Nick felt like he was going to
explode.

"Ry, I'm ... fuck, I'm ..." Nick was rendered incapable of speech as his
vision went white, he threw his head back, and thrust his hips in the air.

Ryan instinctively knew what his partner was doing and, just in time,
pulled his face off his friend's dick and started to jerk it furiously.

Suddenly, Nick cried out "oh, God!" and the fireworks commenced. A huge
spurt of boycum erupted from the end of Nick's dick, flying straight up
into the air and landing on Nick's muscular chest. The next two jets
weren't quite as powerful, but they still carried Nick's young semen a fair
distance in the air before landing with the first spurt. A few dribbles
later, and Nick was lying exhausted on the bed with the biggest puddle of
young teen cum he'd ever produced on his slender torso.

"Jesus Christ, Nicky, that was huge!" Ryan marvelled as he released his
friend's dick.

Nick was breathing heavily, unable to piece whole sentences together. "I
... oh my God, Ry ... that ..."

Ryan shifted up onto his knees, and began to take his underpants
off. "Wait. I gotta do me, too."

Nick looked down the bed, and saw his friend, who had just thrown his
underpants onto the floor, kneeling and furiously jerking his four and a
half inch cock. It was a beautiful sight – a pert, uncut, gently
upwardly curved dick, with a little patch of pubes, beneath a thin, flat
stomach. Even though Nick had only just emptied his own balls, he wanted to
help out his friend.

"R ... Ry," Nick managed, "I wanna do it, too."

The only problem was that Nick couldn't move. He was so exhausted from his
orgasm, he was still rooted to the spot.

Ryan just opened his eyes and smirked. He stood up on the bed, walked over
Nick, and kneeled down with his knees either side of Nick's armpits,
effectively sitting on Nick's chest. He even felt a little bit of Nick's
cum on one of his butt cheeks. Ryan's repositioning presented his throbbing
erection right to Nick's face. Nick, trying to savour the moment and still
marvelling at how Ryan had even thought to move up so close, took in the
smell of Ryan's cock. Ryan just kneeled there, looking down at his own cock
just millimetres from Nick's mouth, horny as hell, no longer just wanting
to get off – it was a vital, bodily need at this point.

Nick moved his head forward and licked the tip of Ryan's piss slit. It was
a meaty, salty taste, and it was one that Nick immediately loved. Ryan,
having never felt anything like that before, threw his head back and moaned
loudly. That emboldened Nick, who thought he was well on the right track,
to take Ryan's dick in his mouth and start bobbing back to forth.

Ryan's body was still on autopilot. He started rocking his hips back and
forth, gently fucking Nick's little mouth without even realising it. This
worked perfectly for Nick, who held his head in position as he savoured the
taste of Ryan's steely boycock slipping through his lips. He moved his
tongue as Ryan had done, licking all around his friend's shaft. He even
moved one hand up onto Ryan's stomach, feeling with pleasure his friend's
smooth, soft, and supple skin.

That was all Ryan could take. He was so in the zone, he could only warn
Nick of what was coming as it was actually happening. The orgasm snuck up
on him so quickly, he didn't even have time to feel the build-up.

Immediately as the first shot of Ryan's cum left his dick and entered
Nick's mouth, Ryan snapped his head forward, looked down at his cock, and
shouted out.

"Oh, shiiiit!"

He looked down, only to see his cock head firmly enveloped by Nick's lips
as he began to shoot his pearlescent flow into his friend's mouth. His
mouth went agape as he looked down at the scene unfolding around his
pelvis.

Nick wasn't ready, either, but he went into survival mode. When the first
shot of salty, creamy, teen cum entered his mouth, he didn't have time to
savour the taste and, in an attempt to be able to continue to breathe, he
gulped the first shot down quickly. The second shot, and the dribbles that
came in thereafter, though, tasted like nectar of the gods. Nick savoured
every drop that entered his mouth from there on in. For the first load of
cum he'd ever eaten, Nick thought it tasted pretty great. It wasn't until
he'd swallowed every drop of Ryan's cum that he realised he should probably
release his friend's dick and look up.

Nick smiled as he looked up at his friend and released Ryan's cock from his
mouth. "Ry ... that was awesome."

Ryan was still shocked, as his breathing was slowing down. "You – you
ate my cum!"

Nick nodded matter-of-factly. "Didn't want to choke."

Ryan, suddenly feeling sheepish, stepped off Nick and moved down the bed,
sittling cross-legged between Nick's outstretched legs. "Sorry, Nicky. I
... it just ... you know, happened."

Nick sat up, moving into his own cross-legged position, looked at his
friend, and smiled warmly. "That was the best, Ry. The *fucking* best."

Ryan saw Nick's smile, and all he could do was return it. "Yeah. That was
fucking incredible. You are just ... like how is it legal for you to be
that hot?"

Nick looked a bit more seriously at Ryan. "So ... we definitely can't tell
anyone about this now."

Ryan chuckled. "Yeah, `cos I was thinking of telling Dylan, actually."

Nick smiled and paused for a moment. "I really like you Ryan. I hope we can
do this more. You made me feel real good."

"You're tasty, Nicky."

Nick chuckled. "So are you."

Ryan looked up to the ceiling and laughed. "I can't believe I'm sitting on
your bed, naked, talking about the taste of your dick."

Nick, suddenly remembering where he was and feeling self-conscious, shot up
off the bed and went to put his underpants on. This had the unintended
effect of allowing Ryan to watch Nick's perfectly formed butt bend over to
pick up, and put on, his underpants. Ryan smirked at the possibilities.

"You have the cutest butt," Ryan said, "and now I get to see it up close
and not just perv on it from the stands."

Nick turned around and frowned, now clad in his underwear. "You're so gay."

Ryan smiled, jumping off the bed to find his own underwear. "Says the boy
who sucked my dick."

Nick looked down, almost hurt by what Ryan had said. It was only when Ryan
approached Nick, lifted the boy's head with his finger, and kissed him
quickly on the lips that Nick knew Ryan was joking.

"That was the most fun and the best thing I've ever done. You're the best,
Nicky."

Nick looked into Ryan's eyes and, seeing how genuine he was,
smiled. "Yeah. That was awesome, Ry."

Ryan found his underpants and began to put them on. "Let's go set up your
iPhone so your dad doesn't think we've been sucking dick all afternoon!"

Nick smiled and shook his head as he wiped his chest with an old
t-shirt. It would take him some time to come down from the absolute high
that he felt at that moment. This thing probably wasn't a phase, he
thought.