“Sure,” replied Dylan.

      Riley grabbed Dylan’s hand as he dragged the boy through the dance floor to the exit. “Let’s ride.”

Riley whistled for a cab. The boys got in, while Riley shouted to the driver some

Gibberish. Sounded some foreign shit. The ride was silent. Say something, Dylan! “So Riley. Where are we going?”

      “You’ll See. You’ll definitely love it, though,” replied Riley.

      “Okay.”

      “We’re almost there, I promise.”

      Dylan flipped open his sidekick to text my old cell phone number, only to expect a reply from some unknown sender, saying that he has the wrong number. But he didn’t. I could almost picture what it said … yo (bleep) it’s me. missing you. furevr. i met riley i think. nice taste. hope to talk to you soon. Bye. … Well anyways, back to reality. He slid it closed, and his young mind was at rest. The cab stopped, right in the middle of Times Square. The lights surrounded the taxi as Riley swiped his credit card to pay for the trip. Dylan and Riley were soon surrounded by lights and sounds, until they went into a dumpy old store about a block away. Then Dylan looked at his surroundings – “The Mtv store, Riley?”

      “Yeah, my dad owns an apartment above the TRL room. It’s sweet cause I get to go to all of the things that Mtv does for free.”

      “Awesome.”

      “Yeah, I’m stoked about tomorrow’s TRL. I heard Fall Out Boy was gonna be on. Wanna come with?”

      “Sure. But show me what you were gonna show me.”

      The boys rode up the elevator, going floor after floor. Dylan could feel his ears regulate to the pressure – they were pretty high up! It stopped at Riley’s apartment’s floor, tinted glass covered the ground and neon pink walls adorned the halls. After about ten doors had passed them, they reached a big black set of doors with a hawk-shaped icon drilled to the door. “Welcome to the Hawk Suite,” announced Riley.

      Dylan was amazed. He had never seen anything like it. Expensive leather furniture, ginourmous televisions were hung like portraits on the walls. Black shag carpet was wall to wall, and a room with a dome-shaped pool was visible. The sound of running water could be heard from the distance. “Who’s here?” Dylan questioned.

      “Maybe Ryan. Sheckler, you know? He chills here when he’s in New York. 

      “So he’s taking a bath?”

      “Yeah, I joke him cause he’s the only one who ever uses the bath. We all just use the shower. It feels like rain, hot water pouring down your body massaging every curve of your suc-. Am I boring you?”

      “Haha, nahh. It’s actually making me kind of horn-never mind.” Dylan said.

      “So what do you want to do? My dad bought me all of this new stuff for my room – a PS3, Wii, and a nice TV. I was a bit concerned that he would go broke, but then I remembered a lot more about his career, haha.”

      “I wanna do what you wanna do.”

      “That can be arranged. Let’s … um … play the Wii.”

      The boys played for a little more that an hour; meanwhile Ryan was washing his body in the stainless steel bathtub. He rubbed the soap up and down his arms, legs, chest, and even growing member. He heard voices – “Oh shit, Riley’s home. Sounds like he brought a friend” he thought to himself. He stepped out of shower and toweled off his body, paying special attention to deflating his package. He toweled off his hair, and wrapped the white cashmere-infused towel around is waist, just enough to hide the crack of his buttocks and his genitals. It sat snuggly about a half of an inch above the base of his cock, showing a few dark-brown colored pubes. He wanted to move quickly, not to have any of his parts be revealed to Riley and his guest, so he paced quickly down the hall of the apartment to his dedicated guest room. Dylan turned his head and saw the towel slip a bit, revealing a bit of Ryan’s leg and some of his butt cheek. 

      “So, let’s do something else.” Riley whispered.

      “Like what?” Dylan replied.

      “I think I have an idea.”

      “Tell me!”

      Just then, Riley grabbed Dylan’s hand and pushed him onto the plush king-sized bed. Riley kicked the door closed, and jumped on the bed next Dylan. He put his arm around the brunette boy, rubbing the side of his arm. This was a whole new experience for Dylan, as he had only feelings for one man – er, boy. Then a message popped onto his phone – one from (beep). It read “Go ahead.” Wait? A Miracle? “This must be right,” he thought to himself. Riley then rolled onto Dylan and began to slowly gyrate his hips into his. He planted a loving kiss on the boy below him, and licked the boy’s lips. He was begging for entrance into Dylan’s oral cavity, and lust began to form between the two. Dylan opened his mouth in acceptance of his new friend’s tongue, and put his arms around the 14-year-old boy opposite of him. They began rubbing each other’s hardening cocks into their hips, making them instantaneously harder.

      Riley was practically begging for more, as he raised his torso off of Dylan’s. He slowly removed his shirt, revealing more and more of his tanned, skate-hardened chest. The muscles glistened with the sweat gained from the dancing and the recent activities shared between the two. Soon the shirt was lying in the corner, and Riley began to work on undressing not only himself, but also his partner. He unbuttoned the top button in a series of four buttons on his tight jeans, and then leaned down to work on his new lover’s shirt. It was a button down shirt, so with every unsnapped button a kiss had replaced where it had been. Dylan, beginning to take control of the situation, grabbed behind Riley’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss, the boyish moisture coating their slick tummies with glistening glow. Riley hopped off of Dylan for a quick few seconds to shed his slim black pants, leaving him only in a pair of dark azure¹ boxers with a distinct tent in them.

      He then climbed back on top of his fourteen-year-old mate, only to begin to shed his pant, leaving him in a pair of small, tight black briefs. To say the least, he was a tad embarrassed that he had yet to evolve into wearing boxers, but he would also declare that they lacked “support.” He decided that this was no time for any explanations, but the look on Riley’s face meant that it didn’t matter. Right now, it was all about the connection between the two boys.

      Then suddenly, Riley slightly tugged at Dylan’s prick through the clean cotton, only to see the look of pleasure expressed on his face. He slowly eased his new lover’s genitals through the slit in the briefs. But Riley soon came to understand, before making another move, that he would not take him like this, no. He must have skin on skin contact. He pulled the black underwear off Dylan, sliding them down his slender, hairless legs. When he reached his destination after tossing the black boy briefs in any which way direction, he was surprised to see a glorious cock. It stood at maybe six to seven inches, not too think or two thin, just perfect. The tan lines Dylan had on his lower region contrasted to the tan skin he had gained from the two-week long trips to Miami and the countless days at the tanning salon. Riley thought they were adorable, as he was different. He preferred an “all-over” tan for himself. Riley was tempted to move on, but he first removed his erection from his boxers through the slit. He was about to move on to fisting his own meat, but Dylan lightly kicked his hand away. He mouthed the word “No.”

      Riley then looked at his companion’s cut cock, and enjoyed what he saw. He grabbed onto Dylan’s erection, and it began to throb with his touch. He worked his way, slowly tracing edges of the slightly younger boy’s member, reaching the base and tightly groping it. He lessened his grip, and moved his hand downward. Riley began to fondle Dylan’s slowly tightening ball sac, making him moan with ecstasy. He released, and put his hand back to tease the boy.

      He then lowered his mouth onto the head of Dylan’s cock, engulfing it with hot boy saliva. The blonde boy tempted himself to engulf the whole throbbing member, but decided that it was not yet time for that. He teased the piss slit, sliding his tongue over it. He then decided, after seeing the intense pleasurable expression on his new lover’s face, that it was time to go down on his rock hard “little Dylan.” He engulfed it slowly, taking it inch by inch until his lips were at its base and Dylan could feel Riley’s throat rubbing the head of his penis. Riley began to enjoy this, quickly removing his mouth, grazing his teeth along the glorious cock. He ran his tongue along the shaft, licking it with passion and erotic feeling. He kissed the tip of the cock’s head, and gave it a slight lick. This caused a sensation of euphoria to erupt from Dylan’s core, sending pulsating waves to two parts of his body. An expression of pure joy was on Dylan’s face as he shot his creamy white load all over Riley’s face, or missing it and landing on his tanned chest. Once Dylan was down from his feelings of pure bliss, he relaxed a bit on the bed, nodding off every five minutes. 

      Riley turned on the television as he grabbed a rag to rub the hot sperm off of his face, tossing an extra to Dylan as he swiped two fingers across the younger boy’s toned chest. He brought the two cum-covered fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, savoring the sweet taste of the hot boy’s juices.

      He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, pulling the dry cloth to his face. The mess was wiped off of his face, and cleaned he himself off with a bit of soap and water. He walked back, plopping himself on the bed next to Dylan. Riley grabbed his hand, and began to slowly caress it with his own. Then Dylan said, “I don’t think I am ready for another round just yet.”

      So after two hours, four Red Bulls, and a two-liter bottle of Vault, Dylan was pumped and ready for action.