Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2006 13:24:13 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 12 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 brought to you by my favorite brand of lubricant. You'll have to guess what it is though. There isn't a contest, and it there was there would be no prize. Deal with it, and go spend the eight bucks to get a bottle. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged to be sent to t_macd@comcast.net. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Twelve Before Bobby went to bed, he decided to trace the IP address of the computer that had posted the pictures to the school's web site. It only took him a few moments to track it down, and he was surprised to see that it came from his own neighborhood. When he found the computer that had posted the photos he saw that it was transmitting a data stream on the usual web cam port. He quickly opened it up on his own machine, capturing the images being sent out over the internet. `What better way to catch the person who had hacked the school web site and posted those pictures of Michael?' he thought to himself. He also turned on a video capture program to record whoever was online from that machine. What he saw as the data stream came up on his monitor surprised him. It was a guy he recognized from school, although he didn't know the boy's name. He was an olive skinned boy with long, black hair pulled back into a pony tail, and dark, piercing eyes. He was naked and jacking off in front of the camera. Bobby kept watching as the boy squirted a large load of cum all over his chest and stomach before leaning back in his chair. Bobby finally looked at the room shown by the boy's web cam, thinking that it looked familiar. Then it came to him, it was the same room in which the pictures of Michael had been taken. Bobby saved the capture from the web cam and shut his computer down. He had all the evidence he needed, he thought to himself. But who was he going to show it to? Would he have to show it to Dr. Prescott? That thought preyed on his mind as he tried to get to sleep - a sleep that when it finally came, remained restless and fitful, disturbed by Bobby's immediate worries and the exhilarating emotional rollercoaster he had been on all day. * * * Brandon woke up the next morning with an empty feeling, in more ways than one. There was the empty feeling that he felt emotionally, being separated from Alex, but there was also a physical feeling of emptiness that he felt. He knew that he would be seeing Alex soon though, right after breakfast, but that didn't help the longing that he felt right then. They would be riding to school together. Then he remembered who would be driving them that day - it was supposed to be Paolo - Alex's parents were still out of town. This thought made him a little uneasy. `What happened last night after I left?' he thought. As it turned out though, Brandon had nothing to worry about where that was concerned. Paolo had never come back to Alex's house the night before. After posting the pictures of Michael to the school web site he jacked himself off as he sat in the chair in front of his computer, and sprayed one of the biggest loads he had ever cum all over his chest and stomach when he ejaculated. He had fallen asleep in the chair shortly after he was finished. One thing that he didn't think about as he did all this though was his web cam... * * * Alex woke up when his alarm clock went off. He was surprised not to smell breakfast being cooked downstairs as he was used to when he got up to get ready for school in the morning. Then he remembered that his parents were still out of town, and Paolo was staying over in their absence. Paolo was certainly not the type to get up early and cook breakfast. He figured he'd better make sure his cousin was awake though so they wouldn't be late for school. He padded down the hallway to the guest room, but Paolo wasn't there. Since Paolo wasn't the type to make his bed, Alex had no idea whether it had been slept in the night before or not. But where was Paolo? He had expected his cousin to come back the night before, but apparently he never had. Not before Alex had fallen asleep anyway. Not even thinking about his nakedness as he left his bedroom, Alex checked the rest of the house. There was no sign of Paolo anywhere, and his van was missing from the driveway. Alex went back upstairs and got into the shower that he had started before he went looking for his cousin. The water was hot, and he reveled in the cleansing feeling that it gave him. When he was done, Alex went to his dresser and got a fresh pair of briefs out. As he pulled them on he noticed that they were a little too small, but went on getting dressed anyway. A few minutes later he was downstairs in the kitchen where he fixed a quick breakfast of cereal and fruit for himself. He knew that he didn't have a lot of time, and where was Paolo? His cousin was supposed to give him and Brandon a ride to school. When Paolo still hadn't shown up after Alex finished his breakfast he tried calling Paolo's cell phone, but got no answer. Alex couldn't afford to miss his first period class, and knew that Brandon couldn't either, so he called next door hoping that one of Brandon's parents could give them a ride. * * * Brandon was still sitting at the table, just finishing his breakfast when the phone rang. His mother answered it and called Brandon over to take the call. Alex told him that Paolo had left the night before, and had not come back, and wanted to know if one of Brandon's parents could give them a ride to school. Brandon's father had just come back downstairs after getting dressed to go to the office as Brandon was taking the call. Brandon asked if he could give them a ride, and with a look that told Brandon he was a little annoyed by the request, his father agreed. Alex ran over to get into the back seat of Brandon's father's car with his friend when he saw them come out of the house. "So, where is your cousin?" Brandon's father asked as they got into the car. "I'm not exactly sure," Alex told him. "He said that he had to run home for a few minutes last night for something, but he never came back. I tried to call his cell phone, but didn't get any answer." "I'm sure your parents aren't going to be very happy about that," Brandon's father said with a stern look on his face. Brandon and Alex looked over at each other, what Brandon's father had told them meant that he was going to tell Alex's parents, from there it would go directly to Paolo's parents. Paolo was going to be in real trouble over this, they both knew that. They both also knew that he didn't take things like that very well. As a result, both boys were quiet on the way to school as they thought about the possible consequences of Paolo's wrath. They exchanged a few glances back and forth, smiling at each other, but stayed silent. Brandon's father thought this was a little odd - normally the boys couldn't stop talking - he wondered briefly if they had some sort of falling out, but when he looked at them in the rear view mirror, he knew he was wrong. There was something different about the way the boys were looking at each other, something in the way they smiled back and forth at each other, but Brandon's dad couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. When he dropped them off at school, he watched as his son and his best friend walked inside, still not talking, but looking back and forth at one another. `Damn,' he thought to himself. `It's almost like they're in love.' Then it hit him - that was what it was in the way they had been looking at each other - Brandon and Alex were in love. Then he thought about some of the seemingly innocent situations he had found them in, and with all of them combined he was forced to wonder to himself whether the boys had been experimenting sexually. All the signs seemed to indicate to him that they had. * * * Paolo woke up, still in the chair where he had fallen asleep. There was sunlight streaming in through his window. `Shit,' he thought. `I'm late...' Then he remembered that he was supposed to have been back at Alex's house last night and was also supposed to have given him and Brandon a ride to school this morning. He looked around for his cell phone, but couldn't find it. `I must have left it in the van,' he thought as he walked downstairs. Paolo was already opening the carport door when he thought about still being naked. `Fuck it,' he thought and walked out to his van anyway. As he opened the door, he saw his cell phone in the console of his van. He reached in to get it, and noticed that it registered two missed calls. One was that morning, from Alex, and the other had come in the night before from Sean. He tried calling Alex back first, but got no answer. He figured that Alex and Brandon had probably found another ride to school, so he wasn't too worried about it. Paolo had never been one to think about the `big picture,' but was much more into the idea of self gratification, and if at all possible, instant gratification. As Paolo stepped back from his van and closed the door, he turned and saw that his neighbor across the street who had been out in his front yard watering his plants before going to the office was staring straight at him. Paolo just waved and walked back into the house, closing the door behind him. The clock on the kitchen wall read 9:00, so he knew he had already missed his first period class, and would have missed at least half of his second class by the time he got to school. He figured he might as well just blow off school for the day and enjoy himself. He rationalized this by thinking that summer vacation was coming soon, and he'd need practice vacationing. He called Sean, but got his answering machine. He left a message telling Sean his plans to spend the day at the beach and his pool, suggesting that maybe they could meet up later if Sean had time, and then he went upstairs to take a shower. * * * Bobby got up and took a shower, then dressed for school. He took a little more care in the way he dressed today - he wanted to make sure he looked good for Michael. He chose a pair of khaki shorts that stopped just shy of his knees and a light blue pull-over shirt. He put on a pair of ankle socks and slipped his feet into a pair of white tennis shoes before going downstairs to get himself something to eat. He poured some milk over a bowl of Cheerios and sat at the table, going over his thoughts of some of the things he had to do today as he ate. He stared at the USB flash drive he had copied his evidence to, lying on the breakfast table next to his books. Just looking at it made him nervous about what the day had in store for him. He knew that he was going to have to find Michael and talk first and foremost. How was he going to tell Michael his disturbing news though? And how was he, a freshman supposed to draw a senior off for a private conversation? Then there was telling Dr. Prescott about what had happened with the school's web site, and what the implications of that might be. He also knew that his two friends, Steven and Carson were going to have some questions for him about what had happened after he and Michael had left the park the day before. He couldn't believe that he had let them talk him into going there, and when they had suggested that he go try to talk to the hot red-head lying on the grass - what had be been thinking? Bobby smiled to himself though, he was glad they had pushed him into going over and talking to the boy that he had told them he thought looked hot. If they hadn't kept after him to go over and say hello, he would have never met Michael. All these thoughts were preying on his mind as he ate. As he was putting his cereal bowl and glass into the dishwasher, his phone rang. He saw on the caller-ID that it was Michael. "Good morning, Sweetness," Michael said to him. "You want a ride to school?" Bobby was shocked - this offer broke a very serious high school taboo - a senior giving a freshman a ride to school, especially one you weren't directly related to... He quickly accepted though. This would give him a chance to have the talk with Michael that he so desperately needed. When Michael's car pulled up in front of his house a few minutes later, Bobby was ready and waiting. He eagerly bounded out the front door of the house, slammed it behind him and ran down to the street where Michael was waiting in his car. As he pulled the car door closed, Bobby glanced up at his parents' bedroom window. He saw his mother looking down at him. As the car pulled away, Bobby started one of the hardest conversations he had ever had in his life. "Michael, I have something I have to tell you, and it's pretty bad." "What is it sweetness?" Michael asked, apprehensively. "Someone hacked the school's web site last night," Bobby started. "They posted some pictures of you on it. The pictures were of you and some other guy... you and some other guy... having sex" "What?" Michael asked, stunned. He hit his brake, sliding the car to an abrupt stop by the curb. "Michael, the pictures were of you getting fucked by some guy. I don't know who he is, but he's the one who put them on the school's page. I traced his IP and caught him doing a web cam show from the same room where the pictures were taken." Bobby hung his head down on his chest when he was done, slightly out of breath. "No way, I've only ever been with one other guy, and there was no way anyone was taking pictures." Michael was clearly angry; his face was flushed bright red as he said this. "If he had that web cam on, no one would have had to be there to take the pictures," Bobby told him. "It's possible that he was even broadcasting it on the internet when he was taking them if that's how he did it." "Shit, so those pictures are out there for everyone to see?" Michael asked, clearly worried. "No, I took them off the web site," Bobby told him. "But some people saw them before I got them off. I don't know who all they were though." Then Bobby added a question, "Who was that guy you were with in the pictures?" "It had to be Paolo," Michael told him. "He's the only other guy I've ever been with." Michael paused in thought for a moment as he got the car moving again, and then he added, "I guess it isn't hard to believe he would do something like that though. I always knew he was a manipulative bastard, but I still never expected anything like this, even from him." After a few minutes of driving in silence, Michael asked, "So, you don't know who all saw the pictures?" "No sorry, I really don't." Bobby felt terrible about letting Michael down, even though there was nothing more he could have done. Michael put his hand over on Bobby's knee, sensing his feeling of despair at not having been able to keep anyone from seeing the pictures of him and Paolo. He wanted to comfort Bobby, to let him know that everything would be okay. "There was nothing more you could do, Bobby," he said. "You got the pictures off as soon as you could and you found out who put them there." Michael felt very uneasy though - things could get very rough for him at school if his true sexual inclinations became known. He felt that he had to put on a strong front for Bobby though. A few minutes later, Michael pulled into the school parking lot, parked the car and he and Bobby got out of the car and walked up the hill toward the school. Michael got a few weird, sort of questioning looks from some of the other seniors standing around talking in front of the school as they approached. He couldn't be sure if this was because he had given Bobby a ride that morning, or if it was because they knew about the pictures. He hoped that the two would not become connected, but there was no way he could be sure. Not only that, but there was little of nothing he could do now to prevent people from making some pretty obvious connections if they had seen, or even heard about the pictures. * * * 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.