Magic Boy

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Running.

That was the feeling Kit was having right now. He felt so exhausted. Weirdly enough, everything was making sense even though giant spiders were surrounding me. The sunlight was blinding and warm. It felt real wet.

He opened his eyes.

Ming's head was laid on the left side of his chest as they were laid on the bed, both naked as the day they were ever born. The sun was shining through but from the side angle. It wasn't directly into their eyes.

This felt so surreal.

A Ming drooling on him as he slept.

Waking up from a dream with spiders surrounding him.

Blinding light in a dream when only fractals if at all were bursting past their window.

Kit had this habit. He would dream some weird effect. Something so weird or odd and then, once he wakes up, he'd search up its meaning.

Today, it was the meaning of spiders surrounding him.

Spiders were a symbol for threats, and with a whole roster of them surrounding him — what was threatening to him? What was threatening him?

Mingkwan?

No, that boy couldn't even agitate a fly. He was very much pure except that sexual energy, which for Kit was still pure because it wasn't to hold some control over him, just plain pleasure for the both of them.

His family?

He didn't think so. He doesn't often speak with them. He never really felt the need to. They just never grew close at all, or homely to that point of any need for frequent contact.

So, friends?

That was stupid. He barely interacted with other people outside Mingkwan.

Did they resent him for that?

He didn't think so, but in all honesty, Kit just didn't care if they did. He can survive on his own, as he says.

There was also the topic of manipulation with spiders. What manipulation? Who was manipulating him? He didn't know at all.

In a way, the other boy might be manipulating him. Manipulating him for sex to gain money off of him. Manipulating him, right?

Kit looked down from his phone and stared at Ming. Ming just laid spread eagle on the bed as Kit scooted to his side of the bed when he grabbed his phone.

Mingkwan, with his boyish looks and sharp yet charming eyes, slept through the entirety of Kit's raging thought process. Closing his phone, Kit rested on the wall at the head of the bed and stared at the boy.

They were still both boys at this stage in life. The minor crinkling of Ming's eyes, those supple pecs of his and the shorter in flaccid penis of his for all to see — they were still boys.

He thought, as he stood up from the bed and went to the laptop, that they were so young yet so mature to be venturing into this kind of business. Sex was solely reserved for the aged and matured minds. No more giggling when sex meant a kid and bills and tuition to pay. Kids would until they get the same package and no more dreams of Hollywood sexcapades no more.

He browsed through the listing of their videos. He lagged on each one as he subtlely admired Mingkwan's body or his penis from the thumbnails. He always noticed how beautiful Mingkwan was as a man. A beautiful man with his beauty to pay the bills.

With that thought, Kit felt somewhat insecure. His body wasn't up to par with Mingkwan's. He was lanky and short in height. His body wasn't boney in any means but it looked so child-like. He felt guilty sometime when men would obviously watch them to satisfy some perverted fantasy of fucking someone very young, and with his youthful body – it felt icky for him in a way. He just placated himself by thinking that he's getting money from them in a way.