The Boy Named Tristen

I noticed him walking across the courtyard and thought he was kind of little. His smaller stature did not detour from the confidence in his stride and I wanted to put my glasses on for a better look, but didn’t. I strained my eyes as Julie, my girlfriend, droned on about something. Finally, after realizing I wasn’t paying any attention to her I felt a pinch.

“Earth to Ryan.” That got my attention. “What are you looking at?” She asked lifting her head from my lap looking in the direction I was.

“Who is he?” I asked.

“Some new kid.” Was all she said resting her head back in my lap continuing with the babble.

Julie and I had been going out for a couple months and guys teased me because she was a self-proclaimed virgin, and would remain so until she got married. What they didn’t know was she was up to everything, right up to the point of having her pussy punched. She sucked my cock with a hunger I’d never known, squeezed my balls to the point of pain, and she got off on it in a big way. It was just a matter of time.

What she didn’t know, and what I wouldn’t accept was, I thought about a couple of guys when she did what she loved. Curt. He was about 5’9, dark hair, green eyes, and was our quarterback. Jeff. He was about the same height, almost white-blond hair, hazel eyes, lily-white skin, and just a couple extra pounds that he was trying to work off.

Then there was Bobby Chancellor. He too was smaller, dirty blond hair, pale blue eyes, And the only boy I’d ever jacked off with. We were friends and had been for a few years when it happened the first time. He was staying at my place and we were roughhousing when we both got hard from rubbing on each other.

Now mind you, I always had a girlfriend and had fucked a few times but I always thought about boys and Robby was the first time I had a chance to see a cock up close. His was about as long as mine, had a bigger bell, growing wider at the base, I was about the same all the way down.

He used one hand to suction cup his nob as I used both hands, locking my fingers, making a hole with my thumbs, and I fucked it not moving my hands. It was really the first time I could openly look at another boy’s body; make comparisons. I guess it was that looking what brought on maybe the biggest cum of my life.

He smiled when my eyes saw his. “That was a lot but watch this.”

He ran the palm of his hand down my stomach collecting what came from my dick and used it for lube. He pumped a few more times and a gigantic wad came thundering from his swollen head and wet hand to land on his chin. Another blast hit his neck and the following five made a trail from his dick to his chin. It was a lot.

That was about six months ago and we seemed to do it every weekend. He’d come to mine or I’d go to his, we knew what we were going to do before the night was over, and we got bolder. I don’t remember who brought up touching the other, feeling another cock that wasn’t your own. It was exhilarating.

We started by jacking each other whale sitting side by side and then we started doing it on our knees between the others spread legs. It was hot watching him cum with my face so close to it. I loved to watch his balls pull up, the thick tube on the underside fill, and then all that cum. He took to jacking me the way I did it and it felt even better turned around.

We never talked when this was going on until he started working me with one hand then cupped my balls with the other. “You got big balls, dude.”

“They’re bigger than yours.” That was all I had.

His hands were covered with lube and he’d squeezed until they popped from his fist. Then he did something I never expected, his finger slid south and right into my ass. Now I was surprised to say the least, Julie had done it once or twice and I’d never say I liked it, but I did. He told me after he thought my ass was gonna break his finger when I came.

Now I was wondering if that was his way of telling me something, maybe he wanted me to do that to him. Now I’d put a finger or two up Julie’s ass but what I really wanted was a taste of Bobby. I had sucked cum off my fingers before, my cum. I wanted to taste his. I jacked him the way I always did and when I saw his balls draw up I pointed it at my mouth and got the first wad on my tongue.

When he was done I milked the last drops out and licked them off. That was when things kind of changed for us. He told me that was queer, jacking off was one thing but what I did was gay. He didn’t stay that night and we don’t talk much anymore which kind of hurt my feelings. We were good friends and we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks.

That’s what I was thinking as I walked into the locker room for PE. Bobby had it the same period and I was kind of surprised when he gave me a nod. I didn’t pay much attention to the kid that was sitting on the bench next to my locker; I had an upper and he had the lower next to me. It was him; the new kid.

I started peeling my clothes off when he stood next to me in the buff. He was shorter than me by a few inches, longer than me flaccid, and the deepest blue eyes I’d ever seen. His hair wasn’t long, he wasn’t wearing the BB cap he was earlier and you could see the spot on his head because he wore it high. I focused on the red marks; his sides were covered in them.

“It’s not polite to stare.” He said.

“Somebody whip you or something?” I asked.

“Stretch marks. I used to be fat.”

“No way,” I said back.

“Way, Dude. When I was a kid they called me husky. When I was fourteen they called me fat; and I was. I’m Tristen.” And he held out his hand running two fingers down my side.

“Wish I had skin like yours.” He said pulling his hand back.

“I’m Ryan. You really used to be fat?”

“When I was fifteen my parents let me go to Hawaii with my best friend and his mom. Now my friend was all of 6’6 and maybe weighed 160. I was almost a foot shorter and weighed about a hundred pounds more than him, and I had a gut. I didn’t take my shirt off the whole time and when I got home I reamed my parents for letting this happen to me.” And I shook my head.

“Well you are stacked now, aren’t you?” And I ran a finger down his chest.

“It took me a year and a half to lose a hundred and thirty pounds. I changed everything. I damn near went vegan, started working out, running and working on my upper body.”

“Dude, your arms are crazy big, your abs and pecks look like rocks, and you want skin like mine? And what sort of exercises did you do for that?” As I nodded to his dick.

The thing must have been, who knows how long when hard. The weight of it separated his balls hanging down past them. He held up his right hand and said, “I just spank it with this twice a day.” And I thought I’d choke.

Now why that struck me so… funny, I have no idea. “I like you Tristen.” And we finished getting suited up.

I watched him during class, how he did warm-ups, his flexibility, but mostly his ass in the tight cutoffs he wore. I still couldn’t believe he was once fat; the marks were the only thing that gave it away. His face was flawless, not a sign of a pimple; like ever. His teeth were straight and bright, eyelashes a girl would kill for, and then those eyes.

I knew we were going to be friends and I think he did too; we made each other laugh. It was the next day when I saw what would melt my heart. He had these dimples that could have been the mold for Hershey’s Kisses. When he smiled it was like the best thing to see, his eyes would close extra-long, lashes resting almost on his cheeks, and then his lips would part showing those perfect teeth.

Over the next few weeks we became inseparable, we talked, made each other laugh, and we were serious with one another. We told each other things that I know I never told anybody else. He broke down telling me about the bullying, hate talk, how he wanted to die. I held him as he cried. He became my new best friend.

Bobby seemed to see that and started talking to me again; I think he was jealous. He pulled me aside on Friday asking if I wanted to come over; his parents were gone for the weekend. We could do an all-nighter. I knew what he meant. Now, this was awkward, Tristen was going to stay at my house for the first time and I knew I was throwing a sure thing out the window just so I could get closer to my new best friend.

I lied telling him I was doing something with Julie tonight but maybe Saturday. I didn’t want to throw all my options out the window. He seemed to understand. Tristen got to my house around seven as my mom and dad left for bingo; it was a Friday thing. What that would mean is if they won I might see them in the morning, if they lost I’d hear them when the bar closed.

The basement was mine; it was finished. My room was huge, nice sized bathroom in the corner with a shower. I had a big TV, a gaming console, and some porn that I got online. When he got to my house he was drenched, sweat ran down his face, his tee-shirt was soaked, and he wanted to know what time it was.

“It’s 703. Dude what happened to you?”

“I ran.”

“You ran five miles with a backpack. Are you on coke or something?” I asked.

“It took me thirty minutes. Can I take a shower?” And there was that smile.

“Nice one. Nobody runs five miles in thirty minutes. Hell; my best time in the mile is eight. And there’s no way I could hold it for five.”

“Pussy.” And now those dimples that I had grown to love really opened up.

I gave him the follow me nod and down the stairs, we went. I pointed at the bathroom as he started taking off his clothes throwing his backpack in the corner. It was hard not to look at him, the arms that filled his sleeves, his thighs that filled the legs of his pants, then the front that strained to hold back what he carried below his belt.

We talked the whole time as he shed his shirt then his shoes and socks. The marks were a lot redder, looked angry in contrast to the color of his skin. I had to touch them. It wasn’t in a sexual way, at least it didn’t start out like that.

“When I get hot, they do too.” As he let me trace them with my finger.

“Rye, that tickles.” And he pushed on my hand but it wasn’t a way, it was down to the skimpy underwear he hadn’t taken off yet. I pulled my hand back afraid to touch him first.

He was standing in front of my sitting frame when he slithered from the thin material; like he was right in front of my face, and it twitched. I know I must have turned five shades of red sitting there watching what I was sure was a pump being primed with blood.

He turned heading for the shower and I noticed for the first time, I guess, he had no red marks on his ass.

“Can I use your stuff?” He asked. I assumed my shower stuff. I nodded thinking about his ass and the weight of his shaft separating those smooth balls. And I thought about his smooth balls. He obviously shaved.

He came out in a towel that barely covered everything below the waist, and he just flopped down next to me. “Nice shower, Dude. I didn’t beat off if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He caught me off guard which is something he was good at. “You run all the way over here and you don’t give the little guy a work out; that’s just wrong.” And I laughed.

“Now that, is Charley, worthy.” And he caught me on the top of my thigh.

“Fucker”

“Now I’ll admit, your packin. But this, when it’s hard, like diamond cutter hard, not many measures up to this.” And he cupped what looked like a snake under the towel.

“OK. OK. Why don’t you have the marks on your ass. I mean wasn’t that fat too?”

“All my extra weight was above the belt, well, except for the obvious. That was part of what made me look funny; this little bitty ass, then from there up was just huge. My face was so… fat. My arms were big but no definition, and just my upper frame.” And he sighed.

“You look great now. I mean with all the work it must have taken, your arms, god, your chest, and stomach, and I can’t imagine you with a fat face.”

Now I was turned towards him with my arm resting high behind on the loveseat.Fuck. My phone buzzed; a text. I looked and saw it on the floor so I got down on my knees, rested my elbows in front of me, and read. ‘Bobby’

“Ryan I drove by and saw your car. R U at home?”

“Julie drove.” I sent back.

Before I could even turn off my phone it dinged again. “I saw Julie in town………”

Now the last thing I wanted to do was get into a texting thing with my old best friend when my new best friend is looking at my ass in the air. I mean, well I guess, yes I knew how I must have looked to Tristen, my butt wagging from frustration.

Now, I knew I was busted. He knew I wasn’t with Julie, and I’d lied to him. It was something we didn’t do; lie to each other. And I felt bad about it but his invite for tonight was nothing more than to get his rocks off. I knew that. “I’m doing something” send.

“Who???” Came right back.

“It’s not who, it’s what.” Send

“What are you doing and with who??????” Damn, he had fast fingers. And I heard his knock on the door.

The basement was underground and there were stairs down to the outside door. Fuck! “Is this gonna be a three-way???” Tristen asked. I just gave him a look. I knew he was joking but it wasn’t funny to me.

I had to leave my room to answer the door and Robby looked, somehow different. He looked mad, sad, maybe even hurt. I let him in but wouldn’t let him pass. “It’s that new kid, isn’t it?” As he looked over my shoulder.

“Look. I never meant to say those things to you. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“You put your finger in my butt, Bobby. Do you think I was expecting that? You think that wasn’t gay?” I realized Tristen heard all my little meltdown.

“Come on, Ryan. I don’t want to fight about it. I want things to go back to how they were, you and me.”

Now for a guy who was of few words; that was a mouth full. I thought about Tristen; an unknown. There was a lot there with him. We connected on a level that Bobby and I never came close to. I mean Bobby was my best friend for a long time; we did stuff. Tristen and I had done nothing but talk; deep talk.

We told each other stuff that nobody knew. I felt that in the few weeks I knew him better than Bobby; someone I’d known for a long time. I didn’t want a seen and that seemed to be the direction it was going.

“Ryan. Look. I’m sorry. I was being a major dick, and I’m sorry.” Now talk about a dilemma?

“We’re cool, honest, Robby.”

“I just want to go back to how it was, Ryan.” And then I knew.

Bobby wanted his jack-off buddy back. And that just happened to be me. I loved what we did. How he made me cum; how I made him cum. I could taste it on my tongue looking at him.

I was shaken from what was going on by Tristen, fully dressed, backpack over his shoulder. “OK, Rye. Thanks. I gotta go.” And he pushed past me and Bobby then made his way up the stairs.

I was pissed. I didn’t know what my new best friend thought about what he heard. The smirk on Bobby’s face pissed me off more. Now what? I was hoping something would happen with Tristen; I was sure of it. Bobby’s goal was to stop it and he did. Now, what???

“Now that he’s gone; you want to do something???” He asked.

I looked at him wishing I knew him as well as I did Tristen. “You could still come to my house. Parents are gone till Sunday night.”

“So what you’re saying is, your parents are gone, we can jack off like the old times, and it isn’t gay? I’m not a queer? Like I want it more than you?”

Now he was like I’d never seen him. He stepped up and his hands went to my waist, his lips grazed my ear, “Don’t be like that, Ryan.”

This was nothing like we’d ever done before. This was something I saw happening with Tristen. I mean yes, I melted feeling his breath and words in my ear. His hands moving to my ass surprised me but when he pulled his face back I didn’t know what to do.

If I have ever seen eyes screaming, ‘kiss me’ they were his. I studied his face and eyes needing to know what he was thinking. I wasn’t gonna be the one who leaned in, and for the first time, I thought that kissing him might just be a little too gay. I mean I guess it wasn’t because I had strong feelings for him but I wasn’t going to be the bitch, here.

Bobby made the choice by squeezing my ass and pulling just a little. My hands went to his chest wanting to stop the advances with his face mere inches from mine. I needed to say something but for the life of me, I had nothing. He moved his head back and forth like he was gonna go for my neck with his lips.

“There’s other stuff we could do Ryan.”

I pushed him back to arm’s length. “And what kind of stuff did you have in mind?” He was sweet-talking me, trying to convince me that what he wanted, was what I wanted.

“Stuff. You know.”

“No, I don’t know. Enlighten me.” Now I was getting just a little pissed.

“I think you liked it when I put my finger in your butt; you came more than ever; thought we could build on that.”

“So when you say ‘build on that’. If you think I’m gonna let you fuck me, you got another thing coming.” And I dropped my hands and backed up a step.

“If you like it, Ryan; doesn’t mean anything. I think you’d love to suck my dick, too. You liked my cum.”

“So if you fuck me? Do I fuck you?”

“Well, no. I’m not like that.”

“So if I suck your cock; you’ll suck mine?”

“I never said that.”

“So just what are you saying, Bob? Do you think I want to be your, cum dumpster? Maybe let you do all those things to me and hopefully, I’ll get a handjob? And what in the hell was that, ‘I’m not like that’ comment? You think we’re different, you and me?” And now he was dumbfounded.

“You’re twisting what I said. I never said that.”

“You implied that I would like your cock up my ass, that I would love to suck your dick, let you use me? Oh, and you’re not like that insinuating I am different than you. I thought I knew you, Bobby.”

“I never meant it like that.”

“Well, that is what you said even if the meaning wasn’t the same. Now I’m gonna do the best I can to forget this ever happened, try and forget how I feel more disrespected than I have ever felt in my life. And if you don’t leave I think your gonna regret what I do to you. Go.” And I turned walking back into my bedroom as he closed the outside door.

I flopped down on the bed folding my arms over my eyes thinking about everything he said. Did he really have the nerve? He talked down to me, thought of me as something he wasn’t, he really thought I’d go along with it. I got a funny feeling, the kind when someone’s watching you.

I hadn’t heard the door and opened my eyes just in time.

From your Author:

So I wrote this in a day; almost four-thousand words. It was gonna be a ‘one-off’. Silly me. I guess another story will be incorporated into the mix. I hope you liked this and there is more to cum when it comes to these guys. As always, I thank you for reading, rating, and commenting. I know it’s like a broken record. Author’s need reassurance that what we do means a tinkers damn to anybody. Just saying. RJC.