Rich White Boys

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Christopher spent the night exercising. He ran until his legs were numb and his heart was pounding. He lifted weights until he felt like his limbs would give out. Anything to get Ricky out of his mind.

Ricky, on the other hand, was drowning himself in sweets. When he was upset, things only happened one way, and that was his way. So when he told Matthew that he wanted a sundae with three different flavors of ice cream, hot fudge, whipped marshmallow, caramel, chocolate bits, graham cracker, and sprinkles, you bet your ass he was getting that sundae. But that wasn't even close to the end of it. Then it melted milk chocolate and brownies and cookies and cake and any other dessert or candy he could possibly want. In the end, his waist had grown six inches with pure bloat.

"Tiramisu please," Ricky begged Matthew, grabbing his hand and sucking on his fingers. It was the most sure-fire way for Ricky to get his way and he knew that. Matthew knew that Ricky knew this, but he didn't care. It was the one way he could be manipulated and he decided to let himself have a weak point. As he put it "we're all suckers for something".

"You're going to make yourself sick... You need to take a little break." Matthew insisted, pulling his hand from Ricky. He teared up and let the droplets of water roll down his cheeks. He was trying his hardest to make himself appear pitiful. Matthew stepped back slowly and glanced away. Ricky began to bawl, letting his body shake violently.

"Ricky baby..." Matthew trailed off as he set a hand on Ricky's leg, attempting to soothe him. Ricky inhaled sharply and smacked his hand away, running out of his room and to the closet bathroom, locking himself in. He pulled at his hair nervously as Matthew knocked on the door. He stared into his own glassy red eyes in the mirror before starting to look over his body. In a panic, he yanked off his silk and Chantilly lace nightgown, a few of the seams popping in the process. He gingerly poked at his rounded out abdomen, hating the way it felt.

Ricky dropped to his knees in front of the toilet and pushed his fingers into his throat, gagging around them. It took a few tries for him to vomit, but he eventually succeeded. He emptied his stomach as much as possible before laying down on the floor, going back to crying. At a time like this, usually, Ricky's mother would come to his rescue. She would clean him up, put him in her bed, and take care of him like he was a child all over again.

Ricky began to scream loudly. His throat was burning. His stomach was aching. His heart was breaking. Nearly everyone in the house could hear this, especially Ricky's mother. She had been planning her next vacation with Mister Warner when she heard her son. She flung herself out of bed and sprinted down the hall, meeting Christopher, who was also drawn in with the noise, and Matthew.

"What have you boys done to my precious baby!?" She snapped. Chris held his hands up in defense and looked to Matthew, who was rapidly attempting to pick the lock.

"Ricky open the door." She begged, pulling Matthew away from the damage he already caused. Ricky slowly raised himself off the tile to the sound of his mother's voice, still shaking and crying as he twisted the handle and allowed her in. She hugged her son tightly, shushing him gently. Once he was calm enough to listen to what people had to say, they took a walk to Ricky's bathroom.

"Can Blackbear come in?" Ricky asked his mother innocently once he was settled in a bubble bath. She denied the request and instead offered Christopher for comfort, calling him in as she left to give them a moment.

Christopher had trouble controlling his actions as he sat by Ricky's side. With the young boy raising and lowering his thin limbs in the water, there was a sensual phenomenon also occurring. Ricky refused to speak but didn't allow for Christopher to leave. He kept a damp hand firmly planted on Christopher's upper thigh, the only part of his body he could easily reach from his position.

Christopher knew that if he sat there for much longer then he would begin to lose his ability to keep himself together. He would lose the one thing he valued most. He would end up having intercourse with someone not only drastically younger than him but also now related.

In an attempt to take care of the situation in a way that brought little attention to it, Christopher took Ricky's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. He added more soap to the bath in order to keep a firm barrier between his eyes and Ricky's nude body. He also began to sing quietly to ease the tension.

"Did you know you're on fire? Did you know that you're beautiful? Did you know you got me fucked up? Did you know that you're gorgeous?" Ricky giggled at the swear and smiled up at Christopher. Ricky dropped the grip they had both maintained and stood quickly, leaning over Christopher to grab his towel off the heated rack. In that single moment, all control disappeared. Christopher set his hand on the back of Ricky's thigh to stabilize him a bit, his eyes wide as if he was staring into the cosmos.

"Cuddle?" Ricky whispered with a head tilted as he dried himself off and then wrapped his hair up. Christopher could only nod as he followed Ricky from the bathroom and sat on his bed as he watched him dress. Ricky had chosen a cream colored one piece that was made of lace and mesh, carefully stepping into it and pulling it up. He had to spend a minute adjusting the front groin portion, considering this was an outfit made for females and he was rather endowed.

When he was done, he turned to Christopher and did a little spin, showing off his smooth, pale body. He then dropped to his knees and untied Christopher's dress shoes, setting them to the side. Ricky crawled onto Christopher's lap and sat for a moment before the older of the two laid down. Ricky rested his whole body on Christopher's chest so that he was able to listen to his heartbeat.

Ricky was content with the way their bodies moved together. Their breathing was synchronized. He would rub his hands over Christopher's chest, neck, and ribs softly while he was massaging Ricky's thighs, groin, and rear. The contact was just what they both needed, truthfully.

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