Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2006 19:52:23 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 10 This is the third story that I've written to completion (assuming that I complete it) and one that I've given a great deal of thought over the last couple years before finally sitting down at a keyboard so others could potentially enjoy it. My first writing was `The House on Lora Avenue' (May 26, 2006) and the second was `Chris and Aaron' (June 01, 2006) which are posted in the High School section. The two main characters in this story are based on a couple guys that I once knew, however everything except their physical descriptions is purely fictional (and Brandon and Alex were not their real names either). So far as I know, these two boys never really did anything at all like what will be described in this story, in fact the boys the descriptions are based on did not even know each other. This story involves sexual situations between teen and pre-teen boys, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this wherever you live or this makes you squeamish, please leave this story/site now and/or move to a place where things like this are acceptable. Once again, I would like to thank my good friend, Mike Arram for being my editor and proof-reader on this story, as well as another friend, Dave that has been offering some really helpful assistance. Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used except in this disclaimer. This is not meant to imply that I am advocating the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually - please take precautions and protect yourself, there's a lot of shit out there that can kill you or make you wish you were dead. This chapter is also dedicated to my auto mechanic, who I seem to be attempting to make very wealthy lately, all by myself. It is not however dedicated to the Lincoln/Mercury division of the Ford Motor Company. In fact, I strongly advise anyone buying any car with a high performance engine in it to make sure that it's a design that they have been using for more than two years. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged to be sent to t_macd@comcast.net. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Ten Michael drove home with a strange aura about him. It was almost euphoric. He pulled up in front of the two story red brick and white wood home where he lived with his parents. It wasn't as impressive a dwelling as Paolo's, and certainly not so much so as Bobby's. It had something that neither of theirs had to it though - a feeling of love. He felt a little sad for Bobby. He had never met Bobby's parents, but what he could tell about them from the look and feel of the house (he didn't even really think of it as a home like he did his own), as well as what Bobby had said during the day made him feel that they were rather cold and unemotional, particularly where Bobby was concerned. Michael pulled into his driveway with twenty minutes to spare before dinner. This was good because he knew he needed a shower badly - both from the chlorine in the pool and the sweat that he and Bobby had worked up after their swim. He reached into the back seat of the Mustang for his shirt and shoes to take them into the house with him. His t-shirt was there, but his tennis shoes were not. Then he remembered leaving them on the floor in the entry hall at Bobby's house. `Oh well,' he thought to himself, `at least they'll be safe there.' Michael entered the house, and quickly ran upstairs to his room. As he went, he heard his mother call after him, "Michael, dinner is in fifteen minutes." "Okay mom," he called back. "I'll be ready; I'm just going to take a quick shower. I went swimming this afternoon." Michael pushed his bedroom door shut behind him and dropped his shorts off. He noticed that there was a small wet spot in the crotch where Bobby's cum had started to seep out of his hole. He picked the shorts up from the floor and dropped them into his hamper. `It wouldn't be cool if mom noticed that spot,' he thought to himself. Five minutes later, Michael stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He ran a towel over his short auburn hair, getting it pretty much dry before brushing it, then wiped a little antiperspirant under his arms. He grabbed his electric razor and gave it a few quick strokes across his face, even though he didn't think he needed to. Michael splashed a little cologne on before leaving the bathroom. He pulled a pair of boxers and dark socks out of his dresser and slipped them on. Then he stepped into a nice pair of blue jeans from his closet. Finally he pulled a yellow polo shirt over his head, slipped his feet into a pair of tennis shoes, tightened the laces and tied them, then ran down the stairs to the dining room to join his parents for dinner. He was only a moment or two late, his parents having just started on their salads when he sat down at the table. "You're late Michael," his mother scolded him. "Sorry Mom, I thought I had plenty of time," Michael said as he glanced at his watch. It was 6:32. "You know we sit down to dinner at 6:30, Michael," his father said. "Just try to be more punctual in the future." "Sorry Dad, I must have taken more time than I thought getting dressed." His mother spoke again, "Well you do look nice this evening Michael, do you have a date later?" She smiled at him as she asked. `If she only knew,' Michael thought. What he said though was "Yeah mom, I do." To tell the truth though, he didn't know if he did or not, but he hoped Bobby would be able to go out with him tonight. He had really fallen for the boy, and hoped with all his heart that this relationship would work out better than what he had thought he had with Paolo. When the family had finished dinner, Michael helped his mother clear the table and load the plates into the dishwasher. Then he went up to his room to call Bobby on his cell phone. When Michael called, Bobby had just finished clearing the table from his own dinner. * * * Since Bobby's parents were so rarely home, he had actually become a rather good cook he thought to himself. Bobby's father was a lawyer and his mother was a psychiatrist, both very prominent in their fields. They stayed very busy in their careers though, and were away from home a great deal, either traveling for their jobs or at dinner parties and the like when they were in town this evening. Most of the entertaining that his parents did was at the country club where the entire family were members, but which Bobby had rarely visited. Even though Michael had told him that he was going to call after dinner, Bobby was surprised to hear the phone ringing in his room as he finished cleaning up the kitchen. Bobby ran upstairs and grabbed his phone just before it went to voice mail. "Hello?" "Hey Sweetness," Michael said to him. "Wow," Bobby replied. "Sweetness, I like that. I really didn't expect you to call me back this quickly though." "I told you I was going to call you after dinner," Michael said, sort of disappointed that Bobby hadn't believed that he would. "Can you come back out?" Michael asked, hopefully. "I don't see why not. My `rents aren't home yet, but it is a school night, so I have to be back early, okay?" "That won't be a problem," Michael told him. "I have an early practice tomorrow, so I can't stay out late tonight anyway." "When will you be here then?" Bobby asked. "Give me half an hour, okay?" "Deal." As Bobby hung up the phone, he heard what he could only describe as the Voice of Doom echoing through the house. "Robert dear, we're home," his mother called out from the bottom of the stairs. Bobby came out of his room and looked over the railing of the balcony into the living room below. "Is that you Mom?" he called back. "Why, whom else would it be?" answered his father, stepping into his view below him in the living room, a freshly mixed martini in his hand. "Come down here and greet us properly son," he added in a distantly commanding tone. When Bobby got downstairs to the living room, his mother was still behind the bar, pouring herself another martini from a pitcher that already had a sizeable dent in it considering the scant few minutes that his parents had been home and the time it would have taken to fix the pitcher. "Did you have friends over today, Robert?" she asked. Bobby was slightly panicked. Had he or Michael done something to upset the decor of the home while they had been there? Had Steven or Carson done something before they had left for the park? Why had his mother asked about that? "Um, yeah Mom, I did have a couple friends over earlier," he answered. He wasn't about to lie, but he wasn't about to tell the whole truth either. "Well one of them must have forgotten his shoes," his mother pointed out into the entry hall as she said this. Bobby looked where his mother was pointing and saw the tennis shoes that Michael had left there next to his own. `Shit,' Bobby thought. `How am I going to explain this?' He thought it would be better to stay as close to the truth as possible though. "Oh, those must be Michael's. He's on one of the teams at school and was over swimming laps with Steven, Carson and me today. He must have forgotten to take them with him when he went home." Bobby hoped his parents wouldn't pry any farther into who Michael was. "Well, is he coming back to get them?" his father asked. `Shit,' Bobby thought. Then he remembered that Michael was on his way over. "Yeah Dad, as a matter of fact, he's on his way now." "Well that's fine then," his father said as he walked back to the bar to pour himself another martini. * * * Michael pulled up in front of Bobby's house, but couldn't get into the driveway because of the large Mercedes sedan that was parked very awkwardly across it. He pulled his car up next to the curb, walked up the cobble stone path to the front door and rang the bell. He wasn't exactly prepared for what greeted him when the front door opened. There stood a very striking blonde woman in an equally striking cocktail dress. She had a martini glass in her hand, and was obviously just a little tipsy. "Oh, you must be Michael," she said. "Yes Ma'am, I am." Michael didn't know what else to say. This woman had to be Bobby's mother, the resemblance was clear. "Robert is upstairs, dear. Are you just here for your shoes?" As Bobby's mother said this, he suddenly remembered the pair of shoes that he had left there earlier. "Well yes Ma'am, that's part of it," Michael said. "I sort of thought that Bobby, er, Robert and I were going down to the beach this evening too." "Of course you are dear, let me call him down. Robert! Your friend is here!" she called out, looking up toward to balcony above them as she did so. Bobby came out of his room and ran quickly down the stairs and pulled on his shoes. "I won't be out late Mom," he said as he grabbed Michael's arm and led him off the porch and away from the house towards his car. Once again, Michael's shoes stayed on the floor in the entry hall as they left. * * * "You're sure that's the right code?" Paolo said into the phone. "It better still be good tomorrow," he added. "It is, but what do you want it for?" the voice on the other end of the line asked back. "None of your business," Paolo answered. "You just better keep your mouth shut about who you gave it to if you know what's good for you." The boy Paolo had been talking to on the phone knew all too well that he had better keep his mouth shut where Paolo was concerned. He was curious though what possible reason someone like Paolo could have for wanting the password to get into the administrator account for the school's web site. * * * Brandon and Alex awoke together, almost as one. As they opened their eyes they looked at one another with a sense of longing. Alex reached down and found that his lover was hard. "I see you're ready," Alex said, laughing slightly. "Oh yeah," Brandon said back. "I'm ready." Then he reached for the little bottle of lubricant they had been using. As he squirted some of the slick liquid out onto his fingers, he noticed that the bottle was nearly empty. Brandon figured that he had better make this count. He had no idea where they were going to get more - that is unless they asked Paolo, and Brandon didn't want to do that if he could possibly avoid it. The episode with Michael that morning and Michael's warning to them as he left made him very leery of becoming indebted to Paolo. Alex lifted his legs and Brandon started working the lube into his lover, getting him ready for what they both wanted. They were in luck, and the last of the bottle supplied just enough for him to spread on his dick after he had finished getting his partner ready. Brandon lifted Alex's legs up, and after Alex grabbed the backs of his knees and pulled his legs up farther, Brandon started to press himself into Alex. Alex pressed back against him, willing Brandon to enter him. They didn't repeat all the positions they had tried earlier - neither had the stamina for it at this point - besides, they had to get up for school the next morning, and so Brandon still had to go home. They knew they were about to be separated, so they made the most of their sexual encounter, short as it was. Brandon made love to Alex hard, fast and furiously. It was only a few minutes after they had finished, and lying in the bed next to each other when the phone rang downstairs. It was Brandon's mother on the phone calling to say he needed to get home. Paolo relayed the message to the boys, who he found laying naked in bed together after he opened the door to Alex's bedroom without knocking. The way he looked at them made Brandon just the slightest bit uneasy, but after being reassured by Alex that he would be okay, Brandon slowly dressed and left to go back next door to his own home. Brandon was uncomfortable as he dressed though, sensing that Paolo's eyes were on him the entire time. He never actually looked up to check, but he somehow knew that Paolo was watching him closely as he was dressing. Before he left Alex's bedroom, Brandon went back over to his lover and before he kissed him goodnight, he whispered to him "You call me if he tries anything with you. I don't trust him, Lexy." Alex kissed Brandon back and told him not to worry. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer everyone), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk.