Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 18:47:16 -0400
From: Neo <hello_neo@protonmail.com>
Subject: "Will you be my boyfriend?" Chapter 2

Author's note:

Thank you for reading, and for giving me the opportunity to share my work
with you by supporting Nifty with your donations. I really appreciate all
your feedback on the first chapter. I read every message, and I'll do my
best to reply to you too. Let me know if the tone and pacing works for you.
What did I include that bored you? What do you wish I had included more of?

Heads up: the second half of the story may or may not be your idea of a
good time. If you don't share Lewis' nascent predilection, skip to the end
and pick up next episode. The theme isn't planned to reoccur in later
instalments, though of course that does depend on your comments.

Neo.

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***

EPISODE TWO

Lewis was thrown by the question. In his fourteen years, nobody had ever
asked him to be their boyfriend before. Least of all a beautiful boy five
years younger than himself.

He considered the proposition carefully. Young, cheeky, blond, Kieran was
worlds apart from the tall and dark teen heartthrob that had always
featured in Lewis' relationship fantasies. But the longing, heart-beating
certainty that Kieran was awakening in Lewis' mind, body and soul was also
something his fantasies could not have prepared him for.

Kieran reached to crack open his can of Coke, trying to cover his nervous
suspense. The provocative glitter of experience in his penetrating brown
eyes had slipped somewhat, allowing a slight anxious vulnerability to show
through.

"Yes," Lewis said eventually.

Kieran said nothing, but a smile of joy and relief instantly lit his face.

"Kieran?" asked Lewis, after a moment.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever done... something like this before?"

"Not... Not exactly like this," Kieran said, looking with a trace of a
smile at the dirty pair of white boy-briefs that were still sitting in
Lewis' lap. "And not with someone nice," he added quietly.

Lewis thought about asking more questions, but stayed silent.

There was a long pause as the two boys drank, contemplating what had just
happened.

"Hey Lewis?" said Kieran after a time.

"Yeah?"

"Would you... would you wanna play with my butt?"

Lewis' eyes brightened. It was barely a few minutes since he had cum, but
at fourteen, he was always ready for round two.

"Yeah," he exclaimed. "If... if you want me to," he added, as an
afterthought.

Kieran made no answer, but turned around so that he was kneeling on the
couch and facing the wall. He dropped his sweatpants, revealing, as Lewis
had suspected from the first, that he was wearing no underwear. The twin
beckoning hills of Kieran's nine-year-old ass were suddenly and beautifully
in view. Their smooth skin curved gently down to his round, cushioned
thighs.

Lewis reached out to slowly touch the supple surface. The skin felt perfect
under his touch, as if this was what his fingertips had always been
designed for. He sank his hand slowly between the two globes, listening
intently to Kieran's broken breathing as his fingers identified the
delicate, tender skin around the boy's puckered hole.

A pair of white boys' briefs, for the moment forgotten, slipped noiselessly
from Lewis' lap as he lowered himself gently to the floor. Positioned
behind the boy, he was stunned by the sublime symmetry of Kieran's
contours. Two bare, stocky shoulder-blades peeked from the curved openings
of the sleeveless shirt. Beneath the tank top's lower hem, each was
mirrored by a faultless orb of ass. He parted the two perfect cheeks with
his hands. For a moment he was still, simply admiring the beauty of
Kieran's tiny, irregularly-shaped star. It matched the skin around it
exactly in its pure, pastel colour. With his finger, Lewis traced a circle
around the little ring, eliciting a tiny shuddering breath from Kieran. The
surface was just barely raised around the small circumference, as if
pausing before it fell away to an infinity-point at the centre. From it, an
utterly straight, almost invisible line ran down between Kieran's legs to
his little scrotum. Lewis let his finger follow the delicate strand.

"Tickles," commented Kieran softly, as Lewis' finger alighted between his
two small boy-balls. "It's nice."

Lewis couldn't resist lifting his finger to his nose as he withdrew it,
inhaling a trace of the scent that he had been imagining ever since he
first caught a whiff of those ass-stained briefs. Kieran had sweated during
the day, perhaps from the earlier exertion and excitement of jerking Lewis'
teen cock, and it had only added to the heady boy-smell.

Unable to tease himself any longer, Lewis plunged his face into the
enticing fissure. The taste and smell of Kieran encompassed him entirely,
and he reached out his tongue to meet it.

The first taste was boy-sweat, heady, sweet, not-quite-nice but
enrapturingly moreish. It grew stronger as it first complemented then
conquered the sugary aftertaste of soda hanging in Lewis' mouth. The skin
was rose-petal smooth, and Lewis could feel boy-heat radiating onto his
tongue from the tiny sticky centre of his universe. He lapped gently at the
salty-sweetness until the taste gave way to something more bitter, more
unsweetened dark chocolate. The tang of boy-butt filled his nostrils. He
licked, slowly but eagerly, till the pungent sharpness was all gone, till
the only flavour left was the sweet powder taste of clean boy skin. The
movement of his tongue was rhythmic but uneven, each traversal almost
interrupted as the probing tip caught briefly in the little sunken hole.
Hungry for more, he buried himself further between the soft, enveloping
bubbles, plunging his tongue further into the boy's orifice, burrowing for
one last drop of dirty espresso thrill.

A quiet whimper came from above.

Lewis broke off immediately, fearful, never wanting for a moment to hurt
the young boy. He scooted up the couch so that he was in the same position
as Kieran, kneeling, facing the wall, his head resting on the tall back of
the couch. Looking sideways at Kieran he thought he could see a tear in the
boy's eye.

"Kieran?" Silence. "Are you crying?" Lewis was suddenly remorseful, afraid
of having already taken things too far with his new-found friend.

Kieran turned his head with a look that could only be described as pure
love. A streak of dirty-blond hair tumbled onto his forehead as he twisted.

"I asked if you wanted to play with my butt because that's what I used to
do with... with... to make them like me," explained Kieran stallingly. "I
didn't know..." he fought back a tear. "I didn't know it could feel so
nice. It never felt nice with... before."

Lewis could only guess with dismay at what the boy meant. Instinctively he
knew what he wanted to do. He reached beside him and took Kieran's smaller
hand in his. Then he turned his head and ever so gently kissed the boy on
the cheek. "It's okay," he soothed.

"I'm so glad you're my boyfriend, Lewis," Kieran said softly.

"I'm glad you're my boyfriend too," replied the fourteen-year-old with a
sorrowful smile. He thought back almost with shame at the way he had lusted
after the boy. He was no better than... than the rest of them.

An idea formed itself in his mind.

"Kieran," he asked, "can I do something for you?"

"Okay," the boy replied, uncertain but trusting.

"Turn over," said Lewis quietly. He guided the boy to a reclining position,
then gently began to adjust Kieran's sweatpants, shifting them down to the
boy's knees. The sharp wave of stale boy-piss from the unwashed grey fabric
ignited Lewis' teen hormones all over again. He bit back the violent urges,
suddenly wanting more than anything to make his young new boyfriend feel
loved. His eyes darted repeatedly up and down to Kieran's tearful face,
checking that he was okay.

Carefully, Lewis teased Kieran's sweatpants down a few more inches, finally
revealing his small, soft boy dick in all its quiet perfection. It was
uncut, and not hard, hanging barely two inches. It was thick, though,
matching Kieran's young but well-built frame. Lewis lifted the little cock
with one finger, feeling its irresistible gravity. On its underside, he
recognised the same tiny undeviating seam of skin that made its way from
the nine-year-old's now spotlessly clean butthole. The delicate thread rose
slightly as it reached the ridge-line of the cock head, then curled as it
vanished into the folds where the foreskin converged at the tip. Feeling
frivolously compelled to finish the journey his fingertip had begun before,
Lewis gently touched the tight, drawn-up skin of the boy's hairless balls
and drew his hand towards him down the length of the soft shaft. As his
finger electrified Kieran's skin, the little cock lifted on its own,
growing unquestionably firmer.

It was obvious from Kieran's face that the experience of being treated so
lovingly, so adoringly, was entirely new to him. The confidence that had
defined him as he had teasingly indulged Lewis' earlier perverted fantasy
was all but gone, replaced by a meek expression of doubt.

Lewis judged that he was okay to continue. He bent forward and encircled
the little boy's crotch in his warm mouth, balls and all. Flicking his
tongue around Kieran's soft skin, he was captivated by the incomparable
experience of the nine-year-old's small dick growing steadily inside his
mouth. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Lewis sucked gently,
cleansing the light flavour of dirty boy-piss from the little cocklet as he
did so. His tongue roamed longingly, equal parts lustful and compassionate.

Kieran lay in awe, almost scared to let the warm feelings of shivering
ecstasy enfold him. He felt exposed, no longer in control of the situation.
A tremor ran through him as he pictured the older boy flipping him over
violently, hurting him, overpowering him.

But Lewis just clutched Kieran's hand tighter, and carried on bathing his
small boy tool in teen-spit-flavoured affection. He kept sucking, and kept
tonguing, his only thought to make Kieran happy.

The nine-year-old was fully hard now, and the rigidness seemed to spread
through the rest of his body too. Lewis had to abandon the tongue-massage
he was giving to Kieran's balls, allowing the little sack to pop out from
his lips to make room in his mouth. He noticed with satisfaction that the
thick, firm dick that remained fitted so neatly it seemed like it belonged
there.

As he moved up and down the shaft, Lewis was aware of the fold of foreskin
moving freely against the now engorged and modestly sized head of Kieran's
cock. He pressed harder with his lips and tongue, trying to roll more of
the sheath away. He was clearly doing something right, because Kieran's
little hips started to buck and tense. As the tender cock head started to
become exposed, it released tiny concentrated bursts of sharp boy-flavour
that mixed with Lewis' saliva, filling his mouth and driving him wild. He
gulped instinctively at the indefinable tastes of preteen and piss, his
swallowing motions massaging the twitching boy-stick even tighter.

With an almost imperceptible tug, Kieran's foreskin fell back completely as
Lewis sank his tight lips down the firm cock one more time. Immediately,
his tongue dashed out, tracing round the bulging outline of his prize. The
skin of the exposed cock head felt hard and polished like a glass marble.

A violent shiver shot through both boys' bodies at exactly the same moment.
Kieran was utterly overwhelmed by Lewis' hot, textured tongue dragging
across the young and sensitive skin of his seldom-exposed helmet. Lewis,
meanwhile, was knocked backward as the ridge at the helmet-base finally
released its full fierce explosion of stored-up flavour. He licked at it
wildly and instinctively, trying to run his tongue round and round the
little furrow.

It took no more than a few flicks of Lewis' tongue around his newly-naked
cock-head to bring Kieran close to the edge. With a jerk, the young boy's
bare ass lifted from the couch. His fingers tightened around Lewis' hand.

Lewis sensed the boy's imminent orgasm and focused himself on the stiff-
soft tip of Kieran's hard dick. His tongue found the boy's piss-slit,
parting it ever so slightly before returning to blanket the tender helmet.
As he felt the constriction take over Kieran's body, he eased off the
pressure, sinking his lips back to the base of the shaft. Kieran had no cum
to offer him, but Lewis didn't need it. Nuzzling against the boy's crotch,
he eased him through each spasm, licking him softly, wanting him to feel
nothing but love.

Finally, as Kieran slumped back down into the couch, Lewis lifted his head
to look up at his nine-year-old boyfriend. He allowed the quivering boy-
tool to slip out between his lips.

Neither boy had any words. Lewis laid his head on Kieran's bare thigh, and
felt Kieran's hand brush through his hair. The pair sat contentedly for
several minutes.

It was Kieran who broke the silence, his cheeky composure slowly returning.

"Have you done that before?"

"No," Lewis replied, surprised. "Why?"

"I mean... I don't know if getting your dick sucked is always like that, but
it's never felt like that when I do it with my hand."

"You've never had anyone suck you before?"

"Nope," Kieran said, looking a bit crestfallen.

"Me either," said the teen. "Or sucked anyone else's."

"I guess you have natural talent." Kieran thought for a moment. "Did you
like it?" he asked, a trace of his shyness coming back.

"Yeah." Even though he had felt no shame at all about doing it, talking
about it felt weird. He hesitated before going on. "Yes. Definitely. It
tasted so good. Especially when I used my tongue to move the skin back like
that." The words came out fast once he got going.

"That explains it," laughed Kieran.

"That felt good?" Lewis asked, craning his neck to look up at Kieran.

"Oh my god," said Kieran, remembering. "So good. Sensitive at first. But
good. Wish I could do that on my own."

"You don't need to," said Lewis. "You have me."

"That's true," smiled Kieran, still running his fingers through Lewis'
hair. "I guess we must be made for each other."

"Hey Lewis?" Kieran began again, after another few moments of happy
silence.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna try something else?"

Lewis was suddenly cautious, fearing Kieran was going to offer his
beautiful boy-butt again. "I don't know if..." he began. Kieran's comments
about ass-play had made him uneasy. Despite what his adolescent hormones
might say to the contrary, Lewis didn't want to take advantage of the boy's
eagerness to please.

"It's okay," said Kieran, as if sensing, at least partly, what was going
through Lewis' mind. "I, uh... I have to pee."

"You have to pee," the older boy repeated. Was the kid saying what Lewis
thought he was saying?

"Yup," said Kieran, the cheeky glint reasserting itself in his eye.

"And you, uh..." Lewis struggled for words. "You want me to... help with
that?"

"If you want," Kieran said.

Lewis did want. So did little Lewis, who started to rise immediately in
Lewis' boxers.

Kieran caught the look in Lewis' eye and needed no more encouragement.

"Come on," Kieran said. "Boyfriend," he added, as he reached out a hand
behind him.

Lewis imagined Kieran was going to lead him by the hand, and he extended
his own arm in reply. His boyfriend brushed it aside. Instead, Kieran
deftly wormed his hand past the layers of clothing at Lewis' waist and
plunged without hesitation into his boxers, closing his fingers around the
lustful semi-hard teen cock buried within. Then he did indeed begin to lead
Lewis out of the room and up the stairs.

Kieran's touch was like black magic. Lewis felt as if he could distinguish
not only the outline of each individual finger but the lines on Kieran's
palm and the tiny whorls of his fingerprints. The fourteen-year-old monster
instantly expanded to its full fevered hardness in Kieran's hand, the
younger boy struggling to keep his hand closed around the rigid girth. It
was not lost on either boy that this was the first time the nine-year-old
had actually handled Lewis' bare cock, their first contact having been
mediated by the fabric of a pair of underwear.

Lewis was utterly powerless to resist as Kieran led him forward like an
animal on a leash. He walked with difficulty up the stairs, the motion of
his legs causing turmoil in his boxer-briefs which were too small for their
additional cargo of little-boy-fist.

"Okay," said Kieran, as they reached the bathroom, extricating his hand
carefully as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Get in." He
pointed to the bathtub.

Lewis stripped naked faster than he had ever done before. His eager, ever-
ready teenage dick sprang up with a slap as it was freed from its hot
confinement.

Kieran glanced at it with admiration. Lewis' prize was, not surprisingly,
bigger than his own, at somewhere between four and five inches. The blood
pumping through it gave it a darker, pinker colour than Kieran's, too,
making it look just as hot to the touch as the younger boy now knew it was.
Lewis, like his boyfriend, was uncut. His foreskin, though, had been no
match for the size of his expanding manhood as he grew into full-on
adolescence. The harder he was, the more of his purple-pink cock-head would
peek out. Now, rock-hard, the piss-slit was entirely visible, a tiny bead
of precum gleaming at its opening.

As Kieran looked on, he lifted the hand he had just removed from Lewis'
teen crotch and took his index finger in his mouth. The skin sparkled as it
came out lightly-coated with saliva.

Sitting in the cold tub, Lewis felt a twitch at Kieran's gesture that
travelled straight to his cock and had him instantly beating it furiously.
He watched as Kieran took each finger one by one into his mouth, savouring
the knowledge that those fingers had only moments ago been wrapped around
his hot, throbbing boner. He hated and loved the way the kid was tormenting
him, and he expressed his frustration by frantically jerking his dick.

Finally done cleaning off his intrepid hand, Kieran lowered it to pull his
dirty sweatpants down once more. The exquisite boy cock that Lewis could
still almost taste fell gently out to rest on the waistband. It was at
half-mast: hard enough that the bulge of the helmet-ridge was just visible
under the uncut skin, soft enough that it was ready and waiting to do
justice to Kieran's post-orgasmic bladderful.

"Ready?" Kieran asked.

Lewis just nodded, his right hand still tugging frantically at his shaft.

Kieran stepped forward so that the smooth V-shape of his hairless crotch
protruded over the edge of the bath. He was just tall enough that he didn't
have to stretch to reach over the rim.

The young boy closed his eyes and tensed slightly. There was a pause,
before a narrow river of hot, almost-clear boy piss began to stream from
his small penis with a faint yet urgent hiss.

Lewis could almost feel the halt in time between the crystal liquid leaving
the boy and the first splashing cascades hitting his waiting teen body. He
turned himself automatically towards the beautiful boy-fountain as the
stream started, thrusting his pelvis forward, trying to drench his dick in
boy-pee. Hot piss enveloped his hand, splashing as he jerked himself under
Kieran's golden shower. The warm smell of boy filled the small bathroom.

Kieran grinned as he started to turn his body from side to side, flinging
the stream in glistening droplets.

A cascade spattered onto Lewis' chest, then ran down the tub towards the
plughole. Lewis' jerking sped up to an even more frenzied pace as he felt
the warmth part his ass cheeks and trickle between them. Instinctively, he
opened his mouth.

Kieran caught the hint. As his preteen piss-river started to slow, he
shuffled to one side and took careful aim.

Lewis blinked as a stray splash caught him in the eye, then gulped
thirstily as the now-dwindling waterfall found its way to his waiting
mouth. Kieran's piss tasted how it smelled, only sweeter. Lewis wasn't sure
he exactly liked it, but he certainly lusted for it. As he swallowed
mouthfuls of the hot boy-juice, his dick swelled in his hand. His body
began to tense toward a climax for the second time that day.

There was a pause as Kieran's pee-stream was interrupted. The nine-year-old
looked on gleefully at the effect he was having on his teen boyfriend. He
collected himself for one final spurt of piss, holding it back until the
last possible moment.

Lewis's body was taut, eyes still closed, briefly motionless, his second
cum of the afternoon on the very edge of spraying out.

Kieran's final deluge showered forth onto Lewis' face at exactly the same
moment as the first shot of cum erupted high from the fourteen-year-old's
jerking fist. The feeling of Kieran running hotly down his cheek as he
orgasmed sent Lewis' climax soaring into what felt like eruption after
eruption. His teen cum shot high onto the tiles above, then coated the tub
and the naked teenager's body as the jets grew smaller and shorter.

Lewis lay panting in the shallow pool of cum and piss, looking up at the
grinning nine-year-old standing above him.

Kieran snapped his sweatpants back up with glee. Lewis smiled inwardly as
he saw a drip of piss from the young boy's still-wet cock add to the dark
patch on the front of the soft grey fabric.

There was a moment's pause as Kieran seemed to contemplate something. Then
the vulnerability re-entered his eyes. He stretched out an adventurous hand
and scooped a fingerful of the piss-and-cum mixture from above Lewis'
navel. His touch felt cold against Lewis' sensitive skin.

Kieran lifted his finger to his mouth. He ran the slicked finger across his
lips for the briefest moment before taking the still-warm jizz into his
mouth.

Lewis could see a faint trepidation in the boy's eyes. He smiled wide in
reassurance.

Kieran smiled back, his momentary lapse of confidence gone. Then he reached
up on tiptoes and turned a switch on the shower.

The torrent that gushed from the shower-head on the wall above Lewis was
briefly ice-cold, before the heater kicked in and the water grew warm.

"You little shit!" Lewis squealed after the retreating Kieran. He scrambled
to get up.

When he arrived back downstairs, rinsed and dressed, Kieran was waiting.

"You have to go. My..." Kieran began. "They might be back soon." He looked
at the floor.

Lewis reached out a hand and lifted the little boy's chin, bringing
Kieran's gaze up to meet his own. Then he bent down slightly and gave the
boy the lightest of kisses on his beautiful lips.

If there was anything to spoil the beauty of the moment, it was the fact
that Lewis thought he could still taste a suspicion of his cum on Kieran's
mouth. He hid a laugh as he realised what it was, choosing to keep it to
himself. Instead he gave his boyfriend one last loving look.

As Lewis turned to open the door and leave, he was aware of Kieran darting
suddenly back into the living room. Lewis waited on the doorstep for the
little boy to return.

"Hey noob," said Kieran reappearing in the hallway. "I got something for
you."

Lewis looked down to see Kieran hold out a familiar pair of ass-marked,
piss-stained and now cum-crusted little-boy tighty whities.

"Thanks," Lewis grinned, knowing exactly what he was going to do with the
gift. "Boyfriend," he added.