The Boy Named Tristen

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His eyes were big as mine opened. Fuckin dreams. When I saw him I knew it was a dream. He was over me; like on top of me. I gripped his arms happy looking at him realizing it was all a dream. “You scared the fuck out of me, Ryan.”

“I didn’t mean too.”

“Well, you did.”

I started to squirm, first, having to pee, and how he was sitting on me. “Come on, Ten. I gotta pee, and you’re not helping matters in the least.”

Now came the smile to his face. His hands found my pecks then down my sides watching for the sign, he found it. I wasn’t ticklish all over, but my sides. I tried so fuckin hard, not to let him know he found a spot.

The head of his dick was sticking from the waistband when that smile told me he had found a spot. He didn’t waste a minute letting his fingers dig in. I did the best I could, the last thing is to give away a spot. “OK.” I caved.

“Did you have a bad dream? What did Bobby, do?”

“You need to get off me before I pee or cum; you just need to get off.” And he laughed rolling over to the other side of me.

I was up like a shot then drained my bladder loud enough for him to hear. “Jeez. You could have soaked the bed, Ryan if you hadn’t woke me up.”

“I’m gonna get in the shower; no peeking.”

“I gotta pee, too.”

“Fine. But don’t look.”

“Why are you so uptight about me seeing you.”

“I’m not uptight and I’m not deformed if that’s what you’re thinking. I’d like us to see each other at the same time for the first.”

“We could do that in the shower right now, Ryan.”

“You are absolutely right; we could. But we’re not going to. And I can’t beat off with you standing there on the other side of the glass.”

“Fine. At least your ass isn’t deformed.”

“Stop looking,” I said over my shoulder to his smiling face.

I had to smile to myself because of his smile and the fact he thought I had a nice ass. I did jack off; well I fucked my clasped hands and showered the shower. I walked out in a towel and he was on the bed looking sheepish. “You jacked off on my bed, didn’t you?”

“And I’m gonna do it again in the shower so hope you didn’t use all the hot water. And I need a pair of your underwear; these are a little soiled, so to speak.” When he stood and I saw dried spots and wet ones, then I laughed.

Now you can kind of gauge a guy through thin material, the shape, kind of the size, maybe even if he’s circumcised. I could tell he was and so was I. I really didn’t want it to come out as corny as it sounded. I did want us to see each other for the first time together.

Bobby and I had known each other for years before we ever did anything like what we did. We had both wanted to do it for a long time before it ever happened and I wanted to know Tristen, better. I wanted a connection on a level Bobby and I never reached.

The things Bobby said to me were mean; even if they were true. I did want to do more with him, touching spots, maybe kissing, possibly more. Was that wrong? I had a really good idea he did too and that’s what freaked him out so bad. And then there was Julie.

Yes, I had a girlfriend. With Bobby, it was never a problem. I knew that would not be the case with Tristen. There was already something between us that would never allow me to be shared as long as I had Tristen. Julie wasn’t needy, didn’t have to hold my hand or kiss me at school, didn’t need dates or the whole game night thing.

It wasn’t a bad thing. I mean we had fucked a few times but she never seemed to enjoy it and that bothered me. She’d sucked my dick till the first time I came in her mouth; that stopped. I knew we were just going through the motions, high school, boyfriend, girlfriend thing. Then I wondered just how far Bobby was going to take this and I started making contiguity plans.

My dream scared the shit out of me and I hoped Bobby hadn’t gone off the deep end thinking Tristen had come between whatever he thought we were. I was brought out of my thought as a pair of underwear hit the back of my head. “You got something I can put on?” He asked in a towel like I had come out in.

I was in a pair of black, almost see-through; what we will call underwear. I kind of have a thing. A pair a week, online. My drawer is full. I held up a pair of matching but in red. I watched the smile come across his face; then the dimples. I nodded and he shook his head no. “Come on.”

“They don’t sell shit like that at Sears.”

“No, they don’t. Now put them on; I won’t look.”

“Where do you stuff your shit in these?” And I turned around.

He was tucking his dick in the small pouch looking at himself in the mirror. “These are too small.”

“Fine. Turn around and I’ll pick another pair with a bigger pouch.” And he did. I held up another pair.

“Oh… hell no! Do you have a sister? Are those hers?”

“These are mine. And I don’t have a sister. Try it.”

“You really walk down the hall at school wearing these under your pants? I can’t have a string up my ass. I would constantly be picking at it.”

“Put them on. You might be surprised. I won’t look.” And I turned around with a smile.

“Well, the pouch is bigger. The string feels funny.” And he was looking at his ass in the mirror when I turned around.

“Give it a minute and you won’t even know it’s there.”

“You’re fucking with me: right? I mean you couldn’t wear these into the locker room.”

“The first day was hard. I took shit right up to the point I told them, Julie, liked them.” And I felt like an ass saying her name.

“I want to see the rest,” He said sitting down on the floor in my thong; well one of them. I opened the bottom drawer and he was the first to see my collection.

He picked out pair after pair. He’d hold them up sometimes looking back at me with a smile. “Those are like my favorites,” I said as he held up the banana yellow ones.

“I mean I really like the cut and I have five pairs in different colors.”

“These are nice.” And he rubbed them over his face and smelled them at the same time.

“What are we going to do, Ryan?”

I knew he was talking about more than what we do next. I felt bad saying Julie’s name. “OK. You have already stopped thinking about the string climbing up your perfect deformed ass and I have the best pants for you to ware.” And I moved to the closet.

“No, Rye. What are we going to do?” He asked turning and I saw him filling the pouch in his new thong.

“Not now. We’ll go have breakfast, swing by your house so you can get some stuff, and you’ll stay until we go to school on Monday.”

“What are we going to do, Ryan.”

“When we get back from your house we’ll pick up where we left off. Q and A, mixed in with some touching; same rules as last night.” Now he smiled. “If you’re ok with that.” Then his dimples.

We walked in and I was introduced to his parents as the guy he stayed up most of the night with playing video games, and that seemed to be all it took. As we walked out the door he told them he would be back after school on Monday.

I didn’t even go up and Tristen was down in a flash with a bag and his backpack. I walked behind him in my pants knowing that was the only material between my eyes and his ass. It was a turn on like you can’t believe. I don’t think he even realized how hot his ass was and if I didn’t know better; he was working it a little.

When we got back I said the same thing to my parents who just shrugged. I can’t remember the last time one of them came down to my room and I didn’t worry about it now unless I was too loud. I hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

“You said, Q and A. Is that with our clothes on?”

“Yes,” And I will start. Julie and I are, well, well.”

“Are you trying to say it’s complicated?”

“Not really. When we go to school on Monday, I’ll now.”

“What will you know, Ryan?”

“Whatever it is, I’ll know. It’s Bobby, I worry about. He could start a shit storm.

“Forget about, Bobby, for now. Q. I assume you don’t have a sister? Do you have a brother?”

I thought what a strange question as I answered, no. “Do you have brothers or sisters?”

“One of each. Both of them skinny as a fucking rail.”

“Where do you fit in?” I knew it was his question.

“The youngest. My brother and sister are in college and I’m happy they’re there.”

“How about we take our shirts off?” We were still standing toe to toe. And that’s what we did.

He looked at me, “Other stuff?” And I laughed, nodding.

“Are you happy now, T? The way you look?” And I traced over his upper body. I mean it wasn’t like he had tons of stretch marks.

His pecks were firm, stomach flat, there was no flab. He shook his head no. “You have looked in the mirror at your perfect self your whole life. I looked in the mirror at a fat kid; long back as I can remember. And my fuckin brother and sister.”