The Boy Named Tristen

From your Author:

This story is told from my POV. I am Ryan James; some call me RJ. I’d just had a fight with my old best friend and jack-off buddy, Bobby; while my new best friend was a room away. Tristen, he was someone special but I didn’t know how much so until later. And we were all high school seniors.

I knew I wasn’t alone and when my eyes opened I got the shock of my life; it was Tristen. His dimples were so deep, his smile was so bright, and he was shaking his head back and forth. “You are one badass, mother fucker, my friend.”

“I thought you left?”

“Hell no. I sat on the bottom stair hoping I wouldn’t have to wait all night for him to leave.”

“You heard all that. God. I am so fuckin embarrassed.” And I turned on the bed burying my face in my pillows.

I felt the bed beside me move. It was quite for a while when his hand rested on my shoulder. “Were you going to hurt him, Ryan?”

“I think I would have and when I was done; I’d have raped him.”

“You make me laugh.” And I turned to look at him.

“I don’t know much, dumb ass, but I am sure about this; you don’t have it in you. I respect you so much right now. I really don’t want you to get a swollen head or anything, but, from now on, I will look up to you.”

“But, you heard all that, the way he talked to me like I was something he wasn’t.”

“Listen, we need to talk, Ryan. I want us to know everything about each other. I really like you, like in, really like you. If we ever get to the point you and Bobby were; it will be together. Do you hear what I’m telling you?”

I listened to what he said. I was trying to make sense of it all. Was he telling me something? I wondered what he thought Bobby and I were? Was he offering something more to me? Now I was attracted to Tristen, everything about him, the whole package.

But I never went past what Bob and I had; the jacking off thing. I’d thought about what it would be like to kiss Tristen, the things we could do to each other, and after all that, waking up next to him in the morning. And then there was Julie.

I figured any relationship with Bobby was over, I’d made myself pretty clear. I wanted to be honest with Tristen, wanted him to explain what he was talking about, and explain what he heard from the other side of the door.

“So? Are you still spending the night?” I asked.

“I locked the door behind me. Does that say anything?”

Now it was my turn to smile. “You know nothing is going to happen, right?”

“I wouldn’t want my first time to be like that, Rye.”

Now, what in the hell do you say to that? “I wouldn’t either, T.”

“So? Are you going to let me sleep with you or are you taking the floor?”

“Look. This is going to be hard. We do need to talk about shit but I don’t want things to get out of control. We stay in our underwear but we can touch anywhere else.” And his head was quickly nodding.

“What can we touch with???”

“What?”

“I mean is it just our fingers and hands?”

“What?”

“I mean, what if I wanted to kiss your neck or maybe lick you somewhere? Is that ok?”

“Questions, questions. How about we just stick to not touching anywhere our shorts cover.” And he nodded again getting off the bed and starting to strip.

“What are you doing???”

“You said we were going to talk and stuff.” He almost sounded like a little kid.

“OK. But we talk before the stuff.”

“Can we mix it up a little? Some talk and some stuff?”

“Look. If this is going to work I really need to jack off before we get in bed or, who knows what the Fuck will happen. I think you will too. We won’t watch, no peeking. I’ll go first; it should only take a minute.” And I walked into the bathroom.

I mean I was about three-quarters hard when I looked at myself in the mirror. Now, I’m a lube guy, like it slick and slippery. Not tonight. Dry; it took all of about six strokes.

“You weren’t lying.” He said when I walked out ninety seconds later.

“Funny. Your turn.”

“I used your tee shirt. I’m good.”

“You used my shirt as a cum rag? Really?”

“You’re funny, Ryan. No, I used a sock. Now, will you come over here?” And he sat on the bed.

I stood in front of him watching his eyes drink me in; it’s humbling. He reached up with one hand touching my chest the slightly pulling the short hairs. His face was serious as three fingers slowly mapped my pecks and abs. He rubbed lightly over my nipples, circled them. Fingers from both hands ran down my sides then to my arms.

“You always been like this, Rye?”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you always been perfect, like this?” He asked.

His face, eyes, the look he had. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Now he’d scooted up a little and his hands found the back of my thighs just below my briefs. He started kissing from the top of my shorts until he would have needed to stand. I was gonna have to jack off again.

“OK. Talk now, Tristen.” And I climbed onto the bed next to him as he lay back.

“You don’t know what it’s like growing up, fat. I hated my body for years, watching the fat grow, making my life miserable.”

“Other stuff, now.” And I rolled over on top of him sitting at his crotch.

I put my finger to his lips before he had a chance to say another word. I touched his pecks, twirled around his nipples, rubbed the back of my hands across his soft perfect cheekbones. “I am far from perfect. You just need to get out more.” And I rolled off.

“Talk Now?” He asked and I nodded.

“Bobby and I have been friends for years and after the end of school last summer it happened. We were rough-housing and both got hard. One thing led to another and we were jacking off together. Just before school started again we’d graduated to jacking each other off; it was fun.”

“But you have a girlfriend?”

“Another long story; let me finish this one then you can go jack off again. So about a month and a half ago everything changed. He put his finger in my ass with no warning, hit something up inside as he was jacking my cock; I came so fuckin hard.” And I took a breath.

“I knew what my own cum tasted like and I needed to taste his in the worst way. I was on my knees in front of him and the first shot landed on my tongue. It was different but I milked the last drops out and licked them off. There. I said it.” And I took another deep breath.

He rolled us over this time and just sat on my hard dick looking at me. “I’ve never had a friend like that. I mean I’ve never jacked off with anyone, but I’ve never had a real friend.”

“Look at you. You are hot as fuck and girls should be fighting to be where I am right now.”

“I’ve only looked like what you see now for about eight months. At my other school, I was still ‘ten-ton, Tristen.’ Even after losing all that weight they still saw me as fat. I didn’t have friends. I was a lonely fat kid with a big dick.” And that made him smile.

“You have a friend now, Tristen. I don’t know how else to say it; my heart hurts for you, the shit you put up with, nobody there for you, those days are gone. Now, will you get off me.” And He did.

He laughed. Looking at the head of my dick making an appearance above the waistband. “That doesn’t count.”

“Fine.”

“Do they hurt?” As I traced the lines on his side.

“No. I still don’t like taking my shirt off because people stare.”

“I didn’t mean to stare on that first day. I honestly thought somebody whipped you.”

“I know. I saw it in your eyes. I take my clothes off in the locker room but everyone is looking at the magnificent thing, that is my cock.” And he laughed.

“Well. It is a distraction. You know Bobby and I never did this. I wanted to feel his body; more than just his organ. I wanted to touch him the way you’ve touched me; the way you feel doing it. Now you’re gonna go into the bathroom and jack off and I’ll use the sock. Now go.”

“Would it really hurt to watch???”

“GO.” And I stood looking for a sock to jack off in to.

“I found your lube, Dude.”

“I can tell by the sound, moron.”

“I needed that.” He said cuming out a couple of minutes later.

I had my underwear pulled back up when he came out still filling his. I laughed. This time he crawled under the covers and lifted them for me. Is this what it was? Is this what a relationship felt like? I wanted to sleep next to him, wake up next to him, and I saw that happening. He rolled over so half of him was draped over part of me, his breath on my chest, and fingers dancing over my torso.

“I’m gonna kiss you, Rye. Don’t freak out.” And he did and I didn’t.

It wasn’t a start something kiss. Not like any I’d had before. This was different in a way I couldn’t put my finger on, something lasting even though it wasn’t to start something. He lay back, “That was nice.”

Now I’d had my share of kisses; this one was my first with a boy. Words can’t describe. I wasn’t going to settle for ‘nice’. Not even on a bad day. I pulled him back over on top of me and really fucking kissed him. Our teeth and noses crashed into each other, tongue and lips would be bruised in the morning.

I sucked the air from his lungs as my hands tangled in his hair; I’ll show him ‘nice’. I pulled his bottom lip with my teeth, sucked his tongue, had him fuckin Jell-O in my hands. He pulled back panting from the lack of air. My eyes opened to see his dimples, the look was new somehow.

“You think you’re so… fuckin hot, don’t you? Well, you are. But I’ll lie if anyone ever asks. I’ve never been kissed like that and I’m happy the first one was with you, Rye.”

“Why do you call me that? Why Rye?”

“I don’t know. I hear people call you RJ and Ryan. I like to shorten names; you’re Rye. Do we have time for the Julie story before we have to jack off again?

I rambled on as we experimented with maybe what different positions we might sleep in. After touching and little kisses we wound up back to back. I rested on my side with my eyes wide open, my brain was ping pong balls flying back and forth. With all the talking it was clear that we were going to be something, yes, best friends.

The sexual thing was already out there, that would be a big dynamic of our friendship, along with our connection, the way I knew he felt about me and my inability to hide mine. My eyes popped open just in time to see Bobby bringing a hammer down on Tristen’s head. Blood and stuff was flying everywhere.

From your Author:

This story is completely fiction. The number of readers is over a thousand; more readers than my last ten chapters of, ‘The Start’. I do incorporate names and stuff but don’t want you to confuse them with other writings from the past. I always ask if what I produce, does it interest you? I never know if I should just end a story or if you want me to pour myself over the keys. I hope you enjoy what distracts me from other stuff.

Again, as always, I want to thank those who rate and comment. Those who share with other readers, and those who email me. I try hard to respond to those who comment, but it can be hard sometimes. Just know how much I appreciate each and every one of you. RJC.