Jonathan's Boy Toy by Henry Stone email: henryStone8@proton.me
This is the first in a series of stories that will explore teenage boy sexuality and teenage boy psychology.
This first story (Jonathan's Boy Toy) is about two 15-year-old boys named Dylan and Jonathan.
Dylan will tell us what happened...
A few months ago, my dad's job transferred to a new location, so we had to move. I had to start at a new school and leave all of my friends behind. I don't know if this ever happened to you, but it sucks. At least it sucks until you make new friends and get used to the new school. After that, it's not too bad. One good thing about moving is that if I didn't transfer to this new school, I wouldn't have met Jonathan.
Jonathan and I are both 15 and in 10th grade.
I was feeling pretty nervous on the first day at my new school. First, I had to do some stuff at the front office. After that, some lady walked me to my first period algebra class. The class had already started when we got there. All of the kids looked at me as I walked over to an empty seat and sat down. My algebra teacher is Mr. Bower. He's pretty cool.
After the lady left, Mr. Bower said, "Welcome to algebra class, Dylan."
"Thanks."
"Were you taking algebra at your old school?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome. I'm sure you'll find my algebra class to be just as exciting as the one at your other school."
The kids laughed, and Mr. Bower continued teaching.
A few minutes later, a kid sitting next to me leaned over and whispered, "Hi, Dylan. Where was your last school?"
I looked over to see who was whispering and saw that he was a cute guy with blond hair.
I whispered back, "It's not around here."
Mr. Bower stopped teaching and said, "Jonathan, you can talk to your new friend after class. For now, let's concentrate on factoring this polynomial."
"Sorry, Mr. Bower."
His name was Jonathan. No one calls him John. Even his friends always use the long form of his name: Jonathan.
As I said, Jonathan is cute and has blond hair. His eyes are green. We both have essentially the same body type: average height and thin, but not overly skinny. Jonathan always wears nice clothes, and his hair always looks really good.
That first day, Jonathan asked me to sit with him in the cafeteria at lunch and introduced me to his small group of friends. That solved one of my biggest concerns: who would I sit with at lunch on my first day at school?
All that happened around a month ago. The rest of this story is about what happened a few days ago.
Over the last month, Jonathan and I became pretty close friends. On Friday, he asked me if I wanted to sleep over at his house that night. I said I did, but first I had to check with my parents, and Jonathan had to check with his mom. (He lives with just his mom.)
That night, my dad dropped me off at Jonathan's house. I brought along my sleeping bag, some clothes to sleep in, and other stuff like a toothbrush.
Jonathan introduced me to his mom. She's really friendly. She has a leadership position at some big company, and they have a nice house. We were in the kitchen with his mom when her cell phone rang. One of her coworkers got sick, and she needed to fill in for him at a business meeting the next day. She had to fly to Boston that night. After she hung up, she sounded a little stressed out.
"Okay. I can deal with this. I got to pack. Jonathan, this isn't a good day for Dylan to stay overnight."
"Why not, mom?"
"I'm not having two 15-year-olds staying overnight alone." She jokingly added, "You guys will probably throw a wild party or something."
"Yeah, right, mom. I'm a party animal."
"Plus Dylan's parents might not want him here with no adults around."
I told her, "They wouldn't care, Mrs. Robinson."
"Well, if you call them, and they say it's okay, then I guess it's okay with me."
I called home, and my mom answered. My mom and Jonathan's mom talked for awhile. In the end, I was allowed to stay overnight with Jonathan alone.
"You guys can order a pizza for dinner."
Jonathan pulled up the front of his shirt, rubbed his belly, and said, "Mmmmm... pizza."
Mrs. Robinson smiled and asked me, "Does he act this way at school?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
Jonathan's mom went upstairs to pack her suitcase. When she came back down, Jonathan gave her a big hug.
"I love you, mom."
"I love you, too. If anything happens, call me or go next door to Mrs. Wilkins."
"Okay, mom. But nothing's going to happen."
Mrs. Robinson left, and Jonathan and I were all alone. It was around 6:00 PM.
Jonathan asked, "Are you getting hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Me, too. I'll order the pizza now."
"What kind?"
"Pepperoni?"
"Yeah. I like pepperoni."
Jonathan ordered the pizza. We were sitting next to each other on the couch in the living room, watching TV, waiting for it to arrive. We heard a car stop out front and thought it was the pizza guy. Jonathan lifted up the front of my shirt, rubbed my belly, and said, "Mmmmm... pizza." I did the same thing to him, and we both laughed. That car turned out to not be the pizza guy. He came a few minutes later.
We finished eating, and then hung out, doing random stuff like playing video games. At around 11:30 PM, we went up to Jonathan's bedroom. A lot of my friends from my old school have sports stuff in their room. Jonathan doesn't like sports (I don't either), so his room doesn't have anything like sports trophies or sports posters. He has some music posters on his walls. He likes to listen to boy bands and other young male singers. Jonathan's room is a lot more clean than messy.
I noticed that it was several degrees hotter upstairs in their house than it was downstairs.
Jonathan said, "It's always hot up here. I'm going to change into shorts."
Jonathan unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans. Before he put on his shorts, he lifted up the bottom of his shirt and asked me, "Do you like my underwear?"
He wasn't wearing regular underwear like your mom would buy at Walmart. They were fancy briefs that had a red background with little green and blue leaves all over them. They were from some company I never hear of.
"Yeah. Where'd you get them?"
"I like interesting underwear, so my mom got me an underwear subscription for my birthday. Every three months they send me two random pairs of underwear from different companies."
"That's a neat gift."
"Yeah. I think it would be cool to be an underwear model."
"I could see you being one."
"I'd model them like this..."
Jonathan took off his shirt and socks, so he was only wearing his briefs. We were laughing as he posed in different positions. He opened up a drawer and took out another pair of briefs.
"These are my favorite ones they sent so far. Should I model them for you?"
"Yeah."
Jonathan turned around, so his back was facing me. He pulled down the briefs he was wearing. I saw Jonathan's naked butt. (It's cute.) And then he put on his favorite briefs. They had pink and blue horizontal stripes.
"These are my favorite because I like the colors and the pouch. They make my boy toy look good."
I looked at the pouch and saw a nicely-shaped bulge where his cock and balls were. I knew what he meant by "boy toy", but I never heard anyone call it that before, so I asked him about it.
"Boy toy?"
"Yeah. I like to call it that."
"Why do you call it a boy toy?"
"Because only boys have them, and you can play with it."
I laughed and said, "I guess that makes sense."
"Let me see you model your underwear."
At first, I wasn't going to do it, but then I changed my mind and said, "Okay."
Jonathan watched as I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, and jeans. We were both just wearing our underwear. I was wearing dark blue Fruit of the Loom briefs.
Jonathan said, "You look good in your undies, but those are the most boring underwear ever."
"Yeah. That's what my mom buys me."
"You're around the same size as me. Try these on."
Jonathan reached into his underwear drawer and pulled out another pair of briefs. They were black with geometrical shapes on them.
"Do you really want me wearing your underwear?"
"Yeah. I don't care. I want to see what you look like in them. I just got these. I think I only wore them twice so far."
"Okay. I'll try them on."
Jonathan handed me the briefs.
"I'll try them on, but you can't peek while I'm putting them on."
"I won't."
"Do you promise?"
"Yeah."
Jonathan turned away, so that he wasn't facing me, and I turned away, so I wasn't facing him. I pulled down my "boring" Fruit of the Loom briefs, and looked behind me. I saw Jonathan peeking over at me.
"Hey. You said you wouldn't peek."
Jonathan laughed and said, "Well, you got to see my naked butt, so I get to see yours."
"I guess that's fair."
I put on Jonathan's "interesting" briefs.
"Those look so much better than your boring Walmart underwear."
"Yeah. They're pretty cool. And they feel good."
"I know. I like underwear that look and feel good... Are you getting tired?"
It was around 12:00 AM.
"Yeah. Sort of."
"Me, too. Let's lay down in the dark and talk."
"Okay. I'm going to change back into my underwear."
"You can keep wearing mine. I don't care."
"Okay."
I walked over to my sleeping bag and started to unroll it.
Jonathan said, "You can either sleep in your sleeping bag on the hard floor, or you can sleep in a nice, soft bed with me."
Jonathan had a pretty big bed. It was bigger than the small twin-size bed in my bedroom.
"We can share your bed if that's okay."
"It's okay. Sharing my bed would be better."
I looked in my bag and got out the clothes I wear to bed.
Jonathan saw what I was doing and asked, "Are you going to wear those? I always just wear my underwear to bed. It's a lot more comfortable. Let's just wear underwear. Okay?"
"Okay."
Jonathan turned out his bedroom light, and we both climbed into his bed. The bedroom door and windows were closed, and the shades were pulled down, so there was only a little light from the numbers on his clock radio.
Jonathan asked me, "Do you like my mom?"
"Yeah. She's really nice."
"I think she's really nice, too."
"What happened to your dad?"
"He died when I was little. I barely remember him."
"That's sad."
"Yeah."
We stopped talking for a little while, and then Jonathan asked, "When was the last time you cried?"
I hesitated answering because I didn't know if I should admit that I ever cry. Jonathan noticed my hesitation and said, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"No. That's okay. I cried when my mom and dad told me we were moving, and I had to go to a new school and leave my friends."
"But that turned out to be a good thing. If you didn't move, we wouldn't be friends."
"Yeah. I miss my old friends, though... When was the last time you cried?"
"A few months ago when my grandma died."
"Was she nice like your mom?"
"Yeah. I loved her a lot."
We were quiet until Jonathan asked, "Who's the cutest girl in school?"
I thought for a while and replied, "I don't know everybody in school yet, but Madison Hogan's cute."
"Yeah. A lot of guys like her. Who's the cutest guy in school?"
"Jayden Blackwell."
"Yeah. A lot of girls like him... I just thought of something."
"What?"
"I hope you don't have a wet dream tonight. You'll make a creamy mess in my new underwear."
I laughed and said, "I won't."
"If I was friends with Jayden, I could have invited him to sleep over tonight with us. He'd look good in my underwear."
"It would be cool to see him try them on. And your bed's big enough to fit all three of us."
"Yeah. There would be room for him... I'm getting tired."
"Me, too."
That was the end of our conversation. I slowly fell asleep thinking about what Jayden's boy toy would look like in Jonathan's underwear. There would be a lump in the pouch...
I don't know if this was a dream or reality; maybe a little of both: I partially woke up in the middle of the night. I was more asleep than awake. Jonathan was lying right against me with his arm over me. I could tell he was asleep by the way he was breathing. His boy toy was pressed against my butt. I could tell it was hard. Maybe he was dreaming about Madison or Jayden...
The next morning, I was the first one to wake up. As usual, I had a morning boner. I realized that not only was my boy toy hard, but it was hard inside Jonathan's underwear. I was wondering how many boners Jonathan got while wearing this same pair of underwear. Jonathan woke up soon after I did.
"Hey, Dylan. When did you wake up?"
"Just a few minutes ago."
"Did you have a wet dream?"
The pouch of the underwear I was wearing wasn't squishy or crusty, so I replied, "No."
"That's good. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Do you like waffles? I can make us some frozen waffles."
"I like waffles."
"Cool."
Jonathan reached over, rubbed my belly, and said, "Mmmmm... waffles."
Only he didn't rub my belly. We were both under the covers, and he reached down too low. He accidentally rubbed his hand over my hard boy toy instead of my belly. When he realized what happened, he pulled his hand back.
"Sorry."
"That's okay."
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that Jonathan did that on purpose. But I know it was just an accident.
We were awkwardly lying in bed not saying anything until I asked Jonathan, "Is your boy toy hard, too?"
He answered by pulling down the bed sheets. I looked down and saw that Jonathan also had a morning boner. I could see the shape that his hard cock was making in his briefs.
He said, "You can touch it if you want... since I accidentally touched yours."
I reached down and gave his boy toy a quick rub just like he accidentally did to mine.
I said, "Now we're even."
"Yeah. Now we're even... I'm going to do something bad."
"What?"
"You'll see. Can I do it?"
"How bad is it?"
"Between a little and a lot. Can I do it?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Jonathan reached down between my legs, rubbed my boner, and said, "Mmmmm... Dylan's boy toy."
He stopped rubbing and asked, "Was that bad?"
"Yeah. A little. I'm going to get even. Okay?"
"Okay."
I did the same to him: I rubbed his boner again and said, "Mmmmm... Jonathan's boy toy."
I kept rubbing his, and he started rubbing mine again. We weren't just rubbing; we were also feeling and squeezing through the briefs we were wearing. I was playing with Jonathan's, and Jonathan was playing with mine. It felt good. Real good.
Jonathan said, "I hope you don't make a creamy mess inside my new underwear."
"I won't."
"Do you promise?"
"Yeah."
The longer Jonathan played with my cock, the better it felt. It was feeling so good, that I knew my boner must be leaking precum, so it was already getting a little messy in there. I was wondering if Jonathan was getting close to cumming, because I knew that I was. I was trying not to cum, even though my cock was feeling really, really good.
Suddenly, Jonathan made a quiet sound, and I saw a big wet spot form on his briefs. His boy toy squirted cum. After seeing that, a few seconds later my cock squirted out lots of gooey cum into the pouch of Jonathan's new underwear.
"Johnathan, I have bad news."
"What?"
"My boy toy made a creamy mess inside your new underwear."
Jonathan laughed and said, "That's okay. My boy toy made a creamy mess inside my underwear, too."
We were laying there for a little while, and then Jonathan asked, "Did you ever do anything like that before?"
"You mean jerk off with another guy?"
"Yeah."
"No. Did you?"
"No... Let's clean up."
"Yeah. Let's clean up."
We got out of bed and pulled off our messy underwear. Both of the pouches were filled with slimy cum. Both of our boners were starting to get soft, and they had some cum on them.
Jonathan has a laundry basket in the closet of his room that he throws his dirty clothes in. We both threw our underwear in there. Jonathan usually does his own laundry to help out his mom. She works a lot. Jonathan picked up the laundry basket, and I followed him downstairs to where the washing machine is. We were both walking through the house naked. After he started the washing machine, we went back upstairs. I took a shower, and then Jonathan took a shower. When I got dressed, I put my "boring" Walmart underwear back on. Jonathan made us waffles, and we poured syrup on them. They tasted good.
That's what happened during my first sleepover at Jonathan's house.
I hope you liked Dylan's story. If it gave you a boner, the first goal for this series of stories was achieved.
The second goal is to explore some of the psychological aspects of the story.
Here are the topics we'll discuss: -- Transferring to a new school -- Crying -- Dylan's personality and sexuality -- Jonathan's personality and sexuality
- Transferring to a new school
After being told he had to transfer to a new school, Dylan transitioned through several different emotions. At first he was probably angry. Maybe he told his parents something like, "This sucks. I'm not going." He admitted to Jonathan that he cried. He probably cried when he was alone in his bedroom instead of crying in front of his parents. And then right before starting at his new school, he was feeling nervous and stressed out. When he walked into his algebra class, he could feel all of the kids staring at him. They were forming first impressions based on what he looked like. Is he cute? What's his personality like? Dylan was fortunate to quickly find a new friend who was able to make the transition less stressful for him.
- Crying
Most teenage guys are uncomfortable with admitting that they ever cry. Jonathan asked Dylan, "When was the last time you cried?" Dylan could have avoided the question by replying with something like, "I don't remember." But after hesitating, he decided to tell Jonathan the true answer. Jonathan also answered the question. Opening up like this to each other brought them emotionally closer and deepened their friendship. Most teenage guys cry sometimes. When was the last time you cried?
- Dylan's personality
Even though Dylan is the narrator of this story, we don't know as much about his personality as we know about Jonathan's. He felt distressed about leaving his friends from his old school, so he's able to form close friendships. Dylan seems to be more of a follower than a leader. Jonathan mainly decides what they're going to do next, and Jonathan also led the conversation they had while lying in bed in the dark.
- Dylan's sexuality
There are hints about Dylan's sexuality scattered throughout his story.
When Dylan first saw Jonathan, his first impression was that he was "a cute guy with blond hair." And he also thought that Jonathan's naked butt looked cute. He seemed to like watching Jonathan modeling his underwear. All this suggests that Dylan is to at least some extent attracted to cute guys and their bodies.
Does Dylan like girls at all? Maybe he does. Jonathan asked him, "Who's the cutest girl in school?" After some hesitation, Dylan replied, "Madison Hogan's cute." After Jonathan asked him, "Who's the cutest guy in school?," Dylan replied, without hesitation, "Jayden Blackwell." He fell asleep thinking about what Jayden's boy toy would look like in the pouch of Jonathan's underwear. Most likely, Dylan likes guys more than girls.
Jonathan initiated the sexual activity in the morning more than Dylan did. (Although, I agree with Dylan that when Jonathan first touched Dylan's boy toy, it was an accident.) However, Dylan was willing to participate in the touching and feeling.
Dylan doesn't seem to want to characterize what they did as a gay sexual encounter. He called it "jerking off with another guy." Maybe he's not comfortable with the gay aspects of his sexuality.
- Jonathan's personality
Jonathan cares a lot about his self image: wearing nice clothes, having a nice hair style, keeping his room clean. All this might make him seem a little aloof and distant, but he's also very loving. He hugs and says "I love you" to his mom and helps her by doing laundry.
Jonathan likes to be emotionally close to other people: he guided the intimate conversation with Dylan while they were lying together in the dark. And he likes to be physically close to other people: he cuddled right up next to Dylan sometime in the middle of the night.
Jonathan has a silly sense of humor ("Mmmmm... pizza"), but there's also a more serious side to his personality ("When was the last time you cried?").
He's kind to other people. He helped Dylan adapt to his new school as soon as Dylan arrived.
- Jonathan's sexuality
Throughout the sleepover, Jonathan seemed to be subtly trying to figure out Dylan's sexuality, and his willingness to be more than just "straight friends."
How will Dylan react if I rub his belly and say, "Mmmmm... pizza"? Dylan reacted by doing the same to me.
How will Dylan react if I model my underwear for him? He seemed to like watching me. And after some hesitation, he modeled his underwear for me.
How will Dylan react if he catches me peeking at his naked butt? He treated it as a joke.
How will Dylan react if I offer to let him sleep with me in my bed? He quickly accepted the offer.
How will Dylan react if I suggest that we sleep together in our underwear? He quickly agreed to that idea.
How will Dylan answer the question, "Who's the cutest guy in school?" He immediately answered Jayden Blackwell. Dylan noticed that Jayden is cute.
How nervous was Jonathan right before rubbing Dylan's boner and saying, "Mmmmm... Dylan's boy toy."? Would Dylan freak out? Based on Dylan's previous reactions, Jonathan didn't think so. After Dylan did the same to Jonathan, Jonathan knew that he had a new friend who was willing to have fun with at least a little gay experimentation.
Do you agree with my answers to the above questions?
Are there any other aspects about Dylan's story that would be interesting to discuss?
Let me know if you want to read more stories similar to this. Each would include a sexy, erotic teenage boy story, followed by a psychological discussion of the characters and events that took place.
email: henryStone8@proton.me