Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2017 13:11:34 -0400
From: Neo <hello_neo@protonmail.com>
Subject: "Will you be my boyfriend?" Chapter 5

Author's note:

Thank you for the comments on the last chapter. Several readers were
surprised that Lewis chose to leave Kieran. This chapter continues along
the same theme, and you may find a little more explanation for why Lewis is
acting this way. In truth, though, he's a teenager, and his emotions are
just as much a mystery to him as to anyone else.

Please keep sending your comments to me, as well as your donations to
Nifty. I read and reply to everything you send me.

The end of this chapter is a little experimental. Some of it takes place in
a dream, and it gets a bit wet and wild, as teenage boys' dreams are wont
to do. Let me know if it's hot or not.

Neo.

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***

EPISODE FIVE

Comparing Denver and Kieran in his mind would have been torture for Lewis,
but it was a thought process that never really seemed to get started. The
two totally different boys lived in different parts of his head, and his
thoughts about them were more disconnected than confused.

"Lewis!" came his mother's impassioned voice. "That's the third time you've
been late home this week. Thank God you're not drunk this time, at least."

Lewis was finding himself powerless to resist Denver's overtures, and since
the first drunken blowjob he had been tailing the new boy like an attentive
puppy.

Barbara was, truth be told, less anxious than she pretended to be about her
fourteen-year-old son's behaviour. She knew full well that teenage
rebellion could be a lot worse than a few hours and a couple of beers
behind the school.

She was, though, slightly concerned by the absent expression that was more
and more often on Lewis' face.

"Is everything okay, honey?" she softened.

"I... one of my friends has been really busy lately. I miss him." Lewis
intended the sentence as a platitude to placate his mother, but as the
words left his mouth a part of him could feel the truth in them.

Terrified of hurting or taking advantage of Kieran the way that Romy had,
he had truly felt he had no choice but to say goodbye. But the reason he
was so unbearably scared of wounding the boy was, he now began to realise,
that he cared so deeply about him. The thought was painful, but it only
reinforced his certainty that he had done the right thing. Kieran was
precious, and he had been hurt by an older boy. Lewis was going to do
whatever it took to keep him safe from people like that from now on, even
if he himself was one of them.

Barbara was not blind to the real sadness in Lewis' eye. "I'm sorry," she
consoled. "It's good that you're spending time with your other friends,
though." She held Lewis' shoulder supportively. "Alex told me all about
Denver," she said, smiling.

"Oh yeah?" Lewis said coolly, his heart in his mouth.

"Yeah, he said you boys are seeing a movie tomorrow."

This was news to Lewis. Denver had clearly made plans without consulting
him.

"Denver's cool, I guess," he said, avoiding his mother's inquisitive gaze.
He wondered what his new friend had planned for the following day. The
simple, uncomplicated anticipation was a welcome distraction; a path of
less resistance for his thoughts than the tangled turmoil of his emotions
about Kieran.

It was just after 7:30 when Denver finally knocked at Lewis' front door.

"Lewis!" called Barbara up the stairs. "Denver's here for your d... for your
trip."

The slip in her words passed Lewis by entirely as he came down the stairs
and eagerly rushed out of the house.

Denver wore tan boots, dark jeans, and a zip-up military-style jacket that
made him look older than his fourteen years. His black hair was carefully
roughed, swept slightly diagonal so that it fell just short of his well-
defined eyebrows.

"Alex isn't coming?" Lewis asked.

"Just you and me," answered the dark-haired teen.

"I'm guessing we're not really seeing a movie," Lewis ventured, as the pair
set off down the street.

"Smart boy," said Denver. "Come on, it's not far." He stood up on the
pedals, racing round a corner.

He pulled up outside a squat grey concrete structure. The paint was peeling
from the metal garage-style roller door.

"What is this place?" Lewis asked.

"Storage unit. My dad uses it as a workshop. He's posted overseas at the
moment, though." Denver spoke straightforwardly, and Lewis wasn't sure if
there was emotion in his voice or not.

The steel door lifted to reveal a dark, cluttered space. Along one wall ran
a roughly-built countertop littered with tools. Sawdust was trodden into
the fibres of the carpet below. A low couch sat opposite, well-worn but
still comfortable-looking.

"Sit down," invited Denver, switching on the bare lightbulb overhead and
pulling the door shut behind him with a noise of moving metal. He joined
Lewis on the couch, deliberately sitting close so the two boys' bodies
touched.

Lewis could feel the stiff material of Denver's jacket intensely as the
boy's arm moved against his own. He watched Denver reach for his bag, now
used to the fact that the boy always seemed to have beer on his person.

Instead of a bottle, though, Denver pulled out a small rectangular box. He
opened the lid to reveal a few packets of different sizes crammed inside.

Lewis watched with engrossment and trepidation as Denver's fingers expertly
rolled sweet-smelling brown tobacco into a crisp slice of paper and
sprinkled a generous helping of green on the top. He had never smoked
anything before, let alone pot, but Lewis had a good idea what was going
on. He hid his nervousness as Denver lit the tight-rolled spliff and passed
it to him.

Surprisingly, Lewis didn't cough when he warily inhaled the heady smoke. He
felt the sting of his eyes starting to water, though, as the grey vapour
rolled from his mouth. The smell of cigarette smoke was familiar; the sour-
sweet bite of the weed much less so.

The two boys didn't talk much as they smoked.

"Hey Lewis," said Denver eventually, after the joint had burned down to a
stub. The smoke hung in an almost visible layer around the ceiling of the
unventilated room.

"Yeah," Lewis said easily.

"Pull down your pants."

Lewis wondered if was finally going to get a return blowjob after he had
sucked Denver so many times. Blowjobs were awesome, said his slightly-
stoned mind.

"Now kneel on the floor with your head on the couch."

Lewis obeyed without complaint. From the corner of his eye he saw Denver
reach into his bag again.

Cold wet gel stung Lewis' sphincter, making him flinch. He relaxed again as
the chill sent a tingle up his body. He could feel one of Denver's hands
parting his ass as the other applied the lube.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Lewis asked with a dreamy buzz of excitement.

Denver answered wordlessly by pushing the tip of his hard cock against
Lewis' beckoning opening.

The weed had dulled Lewis' senses ever so slightly, and Denver's dick was
not the biggest in town, but the pain of entry was still startling.

"Ohhh... yeahhh," Denver let out blissfully, as his lube-cooled boner sank
too-fast inside the warm teen asshole. "Your ass is amazing."

Lewis couldn't speak as he bit back the pain. The discomfort didn't matter,
he thought. He was making Denver feel good, and that was worth it. He
pushed back against the solid rod lodged inside him, stifling a gasp as it
stabbed deeper.

"Oh, you want it, don't you," Denver said, feeling his fuck-toy squirm.

Lewis nodded feverishly, wincing as he did so.

Denver slid his slippery five-inch boy meat in and out of Lewis slowly at
first. The friction stung at Lewis' tightened ring. He could feel the
little elastic circle being stretched and pulled by the motion.

Gradually, the movement began to loosen Lewis' unaccustomed muscles. His
own dick wasn't quite hard, but it tingled nonetheless inside his
underwear, responding to the thrusting warmth inside him.

A hand gripped Lewis' shoulder to steady itself, then another on the other
side. Lewis felt warm lips and the gentle scrape of a row of teeth nibbling
his neck. He moaned deeply as he heard Denver breathe, "You sexy boy," into
his ear.

The arms on his shoulders pulled at him, guiding Lewis' body back further
and further and over and over onto the penetrating spike that pierced him.

"Fuck," he trembled, as his teen idol slammed into his ass, his balls
slapping against Lewis' raw backside.

"You like that?" Denver asked, his voice shaking slightly from the movement
as he increased his speed. One hand remained on Lewis' shoulder, his other
now grasped Lewis' hip.

Lewis could only grunt as he felt his body growing weaker. The pain was
less, now, and Denver's hot sharp thrusts were travelling straight to
Lewis' tingling cock. Each time Denver let out a quiet grunt, Lewis' semi-
boner grew with a twitch, its size a measure of his satisfaction at
pleasuring the other boy.

The carpet was hard under Lewis' knees, and he shuffled slightly to get
comfortable. His movement made his ass muscles tense, transferring gentle
pressure to the cock inside him. Instantly he heard the slight change in
Denver's breathing.

Lewis tensed his core again, trying to replicate the accidental motion
Denver had clearly enjoyed.

"Ohhh, that's good," Denver moaned. "Squeeze my dick... Oh yeah."

With his innermost muscles clenched tightly round the piledriving pillar,
Lewis could feel the friction even more intensely. It was like nothing he
had felt before, like being jerked off from the inside outward, only
deeper. He tried to keep up the pressure, to prolong the feeling, but
Denver's pounding was taking its toll, and Lewis' muscles were losing their
strength.

Now Denver had both hands on Lewis' hips. He hooked his fingers through
Lewis' belt loops, using his strong arms to pull the boy forcefully onto
his urgently throbbing shaft.

Lewis no longer had any control. Even if he had wanted to, his knees were
now too weak to resist the other boy's forceful handling of his body.

"Nngahh..." Denver breathed with difficulty, now using his arms to ram Lewis'
body against him just as much as he was thrusting his own body forward.

It felt as though Lewis had surrendered his asshole to be Denver's
temporary property. Even as he felt ready to collapse, the experience of
letting Denver use his body this way drove Lewis to full hardness.

"Mmmmhhh," Denver cried out, as he yanked the pair of hips he held in front
of him fiercely against his crotch like a blow-up toy.

Lewis felt the boy-plug in his ass convulse, hard. There was a pause, then
his hips were jerked back once more, hard, by Denver's firm grip.

Denver grunted again, quieter this time, his dick throbbing violently as it
delivered the longed-for cum into his friend's ravaged asshole. His arms
held Lewis firmly in position until the last drop had been expelled.

"Wow. You're the best, Lewis," said the teen heartthrob.

It was some time before Lewis recovered the strength to move. At last he
rolled over on the old couch and looked up at Denver. He thought he could
felt cum dribble down his crack as he turned, but he couldn't be sure. His
butt was too tender and sore to feel much at all.

"I..." Lewis began, not really sure what he was going to say. He felt an odd
kind of relaxed, satisfied exhaustion. He had exposed himself completely to
his seductive teen friend, and in his state of depleted euphoria, he could
almost have said, 'I love you.'

The thought felt wrong as soon as it came to him. What he had with Denver
wasn't love. To Denver that would be sentimental, pathetic.

Lewis could sense apprehension in Denver's eyes too. The dark-haired boy
was clearly not looking for some outpouring of emotion.

It was at that moment that some of the scattered thoughts in Lewis' mind
began to resolve themselves into a coherent idea. He heard Kieran's eager,
boyish voice in his mind, asking him plaintively, "Will you by my
boyfriend?" It was a stark, unhappy contrast that was suddenly all too
real.

"I... I hate you," Lewis said. The words surprised him as he articulated
them. And yet, in the end, it was obvious. He sat up, turning to face
Denver with a frown on his face.

"What the fuck?" said Denver. It was certainly not what he had expected.

"All you ever do is tell me how sexy I am and stick your dick in me,
Denver." A pause. "Do you even like me?"

"Of course I like you, Lewis. You're gorgeous. You're beyond sexy."

"Say something nice about me. Say something that doesn't include the words
sexy or hot."

"Don't be like that, Lewis. Come on. Come here."

"You can't think of anything, can you?" Lewis challenged him. His tone was
commanding and bitter.

"You're hot when you're angry," Denver commented approvingly.

"Fuck you, Denver."

***

Lewis slept fitfully and uneasily.

He dreamed he was running through a desert. It was a perfectly smooth
valley of white-gold sand. Twin rolling dunes rose up either side of him,
towering heavenward. He was running, towards something or away from
something, he didn't know which. Beneath his feet, running the length of a
valley, a fine, perfectly straight line. He recognized it: it was the tiny
seam of skin he had traced with his finger down the cleft of Kieran's butt.
He ran faster, but the ground was giving way beneath him. With a jolt,
Lewis was treading air. He was falling into a vortex, the desert sand
pouring into the fissure from all around yet never diminishing. He fell and
fell until he was suddenly awake.

He looked up at the dark white ceiling.

When sleep found him again, the ceiling had become another ceiling, in
another room, in another dream. He was lying face up on something hard: it
was the coffee table in Kieran's living room. His arms were tied behind
him, beneath the table-top. He felt the wooden edges of the table cut into
his skin.

"Hey, boyfriend," he heard a voice say. He craned his neck and recognised
Denver. The tall teen was standing naked--and a little eager body clung to
him, earnestly riding his dick. Lewis realised with horror that the shape
was Kieran. The nine-year-old had his arms wrapped around Denver's neck,
his legs around his waist, and was bouncing up and down in delight.
Denver's artfully disarranged hair leapt slightly with each bounce.

Lewis tried to yell out, but his sleeping vocal chords were incapable of
sound. It felt like drowning in reverse, desperately trying to force
imaginary air past the lips of his wide-open mouth.

"What's the matter, Lewis?" Denver leered at the silently-screaming
prisoner. "You want a piece of my sweet little boyfriend?" He held Kieran's
hips and lowered the boy backward.

Kieran held on to Denver with his legs, tipping his head back. Now he was
facing Lewis, but upside-down. "Hey, boyfriend," he grinned, with Denver's
dick buried in his ass.

Lewis felt a drop of warm liquid fall on his chest. He looked up. Above
him, starkly framed against the white ceiling, was the sneering face of
Kieran's older brother Romy. The liquid was precum, falling from Romy's
furiously beating hand. Another drop joined it, then another and another,
till clear, glossy fluid was pouring onto Lewis' body. It caressed his skin
as it ran down onto the table in little tingling rivulets.

"Hot, isn't it?" Romy smirked, taking out a phone with his free hand and
pointing the camera at Denver and Kieran. The nine-year-old had stopped his
bouncing and was sitting peacefully on Denver's cock, making out
passionately with the dark-haired teen. He paused every now and then,
extricating his tongue to let Denver sip his beer.

"Smile," said Romy cheerfully. Kieran and Denver paused what they were
doing, turning to grin directly at Lewis.

With dread, Lewis felt his boner start to grow.

"No!" he made as if to cry out, but the word was stifled by Romy's dick,
which was suddenly in his mouth. He sucked hungrily, unable to stop himself
from wanting it desperately in spite of the deep-down reluctance and
opposition he felt. His attentions were making Romy's precum fountain gush
again. Lewis swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the salty-sweet taste.

His fast-growing cock was filling his boxers at breakneck speed. The
material strained, bulging grotesquely. In his dream-state Lewis saw it as
if watching himself from above. He willed it to stop, but it only swelled
faster, poisoning his bloodstream with lust.

Kieran and Denver were standing by the edge of the table, looking down with
curiosity at the ever-growing underwear-wrapped package.

"Hey Romy," said Kieran. "I think my boyfriend likes you."

The material of Lewis' boxer briefs gave out with a rending sound as the
monster cock grew beyond all proportion. A vein bulged as it sprang out of
the tattered remains of its confinement.

"Look, it wants to go inside me," said Kieran eagerly.

"No!" Lewis screamed, "No! It'll hurt you!" but Kieran couldn't hear him.

The nine-year-old climbed up onto the table, parting his ass cheeks wide
with his hands as he squatted above the twitching, oversized helmet.

Lewis convulsed, trying to roll his body off the table, but he was tied
down firmly. The sharp table-edges bit into his arms again, the feeling
different now thanks to the sticky slick of precum that had run down onto
the laminated wood.

The warm, sticky boyhole flexed, leaking the remains of Denver's cum onto
Lewis' waiting dick.

"Ready?" Kieran asked, his eyes glinting.

Lewis shook his head wildly.

The little boy ignored him, lowering himself down quickly onto the massive
shaft. Lewis felt a shudder as the hot boy-cavern wrapped itself around
him. His sleeping body squirmed between his sheets.

"Oh yeah," yelped dream-Kieran, "Lewis!"

Kieran's dick and balls bounced unrestrainedly as he humped his whole body
up and down.

Above Lewis' head, Denver and Romy were jerking each other off frantically,
flinging precum through the air. Slick warm strands coated Lewis' hair and
face. He could taste it on his lips, warm, salty and crystal clear.

"Lewis!" gasped Kieran again.

Lewis's engorged and sensitive cock couldn't take much more of the
mischievous youngster's energetic attention. He felt the peak of tightness
begin at the base of his dick and spread fast in both directions like a
burrowing ribbon of heat.

The climax built longer, tighter, broader and further than any you could
experience while awake. The inevitable expectation spread right through
Lewis' body, and then it spread beyond, filling the whole room, the
entirety of existence. Lewis' balls felt solid, motionless, larger-than-
life. The dream seemed to slow down, Kieran's tightly gripping butt-hole
poised almost motionless in its exorbitant journey.

Then, like a ball thrown high in the air, time reached its apex and
accelerated unstoppably back to earth. Lewis fired jet after jet of cum, so
forceful and so all-encompassing that the rush seemed to overtake all his
senses.

Seven shots, eight: the volley seemed never-ending. As Lewis' cum tunnelled
into Kieran's body, the other boys Lewis' mind had conjured in the room
began almost in unison to let their jizz fly as well. Even Kieran, in
reality too young to cum, was squirting ropes of clear milky liquid across
Lewis' heaving chest. The sight, the smell, the touch were overwhelming,
making Lewis cum even harder.

"Lewis!" came Kieran's moan, as both boys twitched and tightened in
simultaneous bursts.

The never-ending climax never ended. Instead it simply seemed to dissolve,
as if the ever-increasing volume of boy-spunk was obscuring Lewis' vision.
Gradually, sluggishly, the dream fell away, until all that was left was the
rigid, painful throbbing of Lewis' rock-hard morning wood beneath the
covers.

***

NEXT TIME ON WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND:

Lewis wakes from his dream with his thoughts renewed and more purposeful.
But even if he now understands how he feels, is it too late?

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