Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 15:37:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: thenyscribe (at) yahoo (dot) com
Subject: Alex and Brandon 1

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"Oh yeah, come on, take it! You know you want it!"

Alex took the engorged dick into his mouth, hardly complaining about having
to take it at all. As his velvety lips enclosed the massive cock, the teen
above him moaned in appreciation. Alex maneuvered his tongue expertly,
causing the rod in his mouth to throb in appreciation.

As Alex took more of the stiff cock into his mouth, he began to play with
Brandon's balls. His knuckles gently brushed the sack, which was slightly
hairy. This caused Brandon to further moan. His hips thrusted frantically
into Alex's mouth.

Alex was loving every moment of it himself. As he grabbed Brandon's nuts
and gave them a nice squeeze, he felt his impending ejaculation. The
feeling flew from his balls upward and out his penis..

*****

Alex suddenly awoke. He felt the drops of cold sweat trickling down his
face and breathed in a sigh. He snaked his hand into his boxers, noting
that he'd managed to cum all over them. Then he checked his alarm clock.
The LCD displayed 4:37:29 AM.

He quickly pulled the covers off and climbed out of bed. Even at this early
hour, his parents could easily wake up and he'd be in a tight spot to
explain his problem. So, he tiptoed to his bedroom door and opened it just
a crack.

A soft breath of hallway air puffed over Alex's body. He listened intently
for any noise, but only heard his father's gentle snore from down the hall.
He opened the door all the way, then dashed to the bathroom without
stopping. The floorboards creaked only once, and Alex held his breath, but
there was no change to the rhythmic snoring.

He reached the bathroom safely and pulled the door closed. The door scuffed
the carpet a bit, but Alex didn't care. Once in the bathroom, he could just
claim he had to take a piss. He quickly pulled his boxers down and took a
look at his still-hard seven-inch dick. It was pointed 45 degrees from his
body, throbbing lightly.

Alex grabbed a small bunch of toilet paper and carefully cleaned the sticky
area around his penis with it. Then, he wiped off his stomach and abdomen,
flat expanses devoid of any fat or muscle. He carefully cleaned around his
thighs and balls, then tried to wipe off the stain in his boxers. That last
effort was in vain, but he shrugged it off. These boxers would be at the
bottom of the laundry basket for sure.

He quickly finished his clean-up, took a piss, and went back to sleep.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. Alex got up and around for
school. He jumped the stairs two at a time, as usual, and grabbed a bowl of
cereal. As soon as that was done, he grabbed his backpack, laptop, and cell
before leaving.

The sun was just rising, and the air was still fresh and cool. Alex drove
to school, and parked his car in the Junior Lot. He checked his watch.
"Eight-fifteen, great," he muttered. He grabbed his pack and ran toward the
door, stopping only long enough to put his arm through the other side and
balance the backpack on his shoulders.

He hurried down the hall, passing stragglers on the left and right. He'd
been late only once before, but his math teacher didn't care about that. If
he was caught, it'd be bad. He went first left, then right, then toward the
ground. He'd failed to negotiate a pile of water, and his shoes weren't
made for traction.

Alex fell hard to the floor, his knee and hands breaking his fall. His
backpack slipped from his back and skidded down the hall. He got back to
his feet and continued to run. He was breathing hard, but he scooped up his
pack and continued on anyway. A moment later, he slowed down and took a
breath, then entered the classroom.

Mrs. Smith was still typing away as Alex entered. The rest of the class was
already assembled, but they were all either talking animatedly to eachother
or attempting to finish their homework. Alex took out his textbook and
homework. It was all completed, as usual, so he just looked ahead at the
person sitting in front of him.

Brandon Miller was everything Alex wished he could someday be. He was
taller, tanned, with a puff of golden hair and a muscular body. Brandon was
on the football team, one of the running backs, and he was damn good at his
job. Alex had fantasized about Brandon for years, ever since they were in
elementary school, but nothing had ever happened.

Mrs. Smith started class, handing back test papers. "Overall, I wasn't very
pleased with the papers. There were one or two...exceptions..." she said,
putting Alex's paper on his desk. It was a 98%. "..and some of you need to
work harder.." she put Brandon's paper on his desk. Alex got a look at the
score, a 42%.

Brendan groaned, then crumpled the paper up in a fist. "See me after class,
Mr. Miller," Mrs. Smith muttered to him as she continued passing the rest
of the papers out.

Alex got a whiff of Brandon's deodorant. It was a pleasant scent, one Alex
appreciated all the more because he smelled it every day. He grinned
despite himself and took out a pencil.

The rest of the class was uneventful. There were a few times when Brandon
looked back, but Alex was quick to look away before he could be caught
staring. Mrs. Smith continued droning on, but the notes she wrote on the
board were good enough that Alex could ignore her.

As with most of the classes he had with Brandon, this one was over before
he had a good chance to enjoy it. Alex began packing up all of his stuff.
He was always the last one out of class, after all. The rest of the class
shuffled out, and Brandon walked over to Mrs. Smith's desk.

Alex put his book and binder away, then his pencil. He couldn't help but
overhear the entire conversation.

"Mr. Miller, I am appalled that you are still failing math. I've let you
use extra assignments to keep your grade at a sixty five and continue
passing the class, but this test is too low. You're going to have to get at
least a B plus on the next test, or you're going to fail this class."

"But, Mrs. Smith, I've gotta.."

"No buts, there's nothing I can do about it."

Alex finished, then walked out the door. Brandon turned from the teacher
and walked out behind him. "Aww shit, what am I gonna do," Brandon
muttered, tossing the paper into the garbage. "Hey, Alex. Could you help me
out, man?"

Alex wasn't really paying attention until Brandon said his name. He froze,
his heart beating. "Uhh...umm..."

"Come on, man. If I don't pass math, I'm gonna be off the football team.
Everyone knows you're the smartest in the class. Please man, I need your
help."

"Oh, I--I guess so...When are you available?"

"How about after school? I have no idea what this proof shit is."

"Alright, where should we meet?"

"Ah, that's right. Here's my address," Brandon said, rattling it off.

"I've got it," Alex said, repeating it. He was now blushing furiously.

"Hey man, you feeling alright. You look awefully flushed."

"Oh, I'm...alright. I'll seeya after school," Alex finished as they passed
by the stairs. He turned to go down them, still blushing.

*****

After school, Alex raced over to Brandon's house. He was held up for ten
minutes talking with his history teacher. All day he'd been daydreaming
about what would happen once he and Brandon were alone. Some part of him
knew nothing would really happen. It'd be long and boring, and he'd be even
less able to ogle than usual, but he still let himself dream.

The spring air had turned hot and stifling. Alex rolled his window down all
the way as he drove toward Brandon's house. He had grown a boner that
refused to shrink, and it was making him readjust himself every few
minutes. At one point, he even ran a red light, but there were no other
cars around.

About five minutes later, Alex pulled into the driveway. He was sweating a
bit, mostly from nervousness, but he managed to grab his stuff and close
the door. His palms were likewise sweaty. He wiped them hurriedly on his
jeans before approaching the door.

He was about to knock when the door opened on its own. Brandon stood there
in nothing but a pair of shorts, a can of cola in his hand. "I thought for
a second you'd forgotten my address. Come in, the AC's on and you're
letting the cool out," Brandon said, smiling.

Alex quickly walked in, noting the row of shoes. He took his own off, then
looked around.

The home was larger from the inside. It was sparsely decorated, but Alex
could easily see a big-screen television and a few overstuffed couches in
the livingroom. There was a small section of wall dedicated to all of
Brandon's various awards, photos, and other memorabilia.

Brandon was walking up the stairs, which were to the right, and Alex
followed suit. He smelled a slightly musky scent, and quickly inhaled a
little deeper. It was definitely Brendan. Alex's cock throbbed again, and
he blushed just a little.

Brendan opened the door to his room and went inside. Alex hesitated for
just a moment, adjusted himself once again, and went inside.

Brendan's room was nothing like Alex's. Instead of a bookshelf and globe,
Brendan had a glass case filled with sports stuff. There were signed
footballs and baseballs, another medal or two, and a trophy or three.
Brandon had a queen-sized bed compared to Alex's twin, but both of them had
a desktop computer. A quick look confirmed that Brandon's was definitely a
bit better.

Alex put his backpack down by the bed and grabbed his book and binder.
There was no desk, but that didn't seem to bother Brandon in the least. He
grabbed his own binder, which was filled with loose sheets that were on the
verge of falling out, and his own book, which was in acceptable condition.

"Alright. Dude..what do you call that?" Alex asked, pointing to the binder
in Brandon's hand.

"What? Oh..this..I just stuff my notes in here after class."

"Well, that could be your first problem. I bet you can't even find today's
notes in that thing."

Five minutes later, Alex was proven right. They worked to get the binder in
order, then Alex pulled out a few fresh sheets of paper. He couldn't resist
getting a peek at Brandon's package, which was slightly visible in the
shorts. And another..and another. He was sure he was sneaky about it, and
Brandon didn't seem to notice it at all.

"So, how do you do these proofs?"

"It's not really that difficult. There are certain rules you have to
follow. Here, I'll show you," Alex replied, drawing a parallelogram with a
diagonal. "Here's one from our notes.."

They spent over two hours discussing the work, as well as what Brandon
needed to know from before to understand it. By then, both of them were
pretty bored with math. Alex put the pencil down and stretched. At the same
time, Brandon looked up and asked, with a grin, "Hey Alex, I've got just
one more question.."

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