Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 10:57:48 -0500 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 32 This story involves sexual situations between 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. Likewise, if you aren't old enough to look at filth like this wherever you happen to be, or if you or are a card-carrying member of the Moral-Minority, shoo, go away. I certainly can't control whether you do or not, but you have been warned. As always, I would like to thank my good friend, Mike Arram for being my editor and proof-reader on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance. All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text without my express written consent, or I'll have the old gypsy woman that lives across the lake from me put a curse on you. 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. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net. I've really enjoyed hearing from everyone who has written, please keep on letting me know what you do and don't like. E-mail me for a complete list (with Nifty Archive links) of my previous stories should you care to do so. Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty Two Joey, Brandon and Alex were still sitting around at their campsite trying to figure out how they were going to spend Sunday morning and afternoon in the woods before they had to pack up their gear and go back to their respective homes. Joey remembered what Brandon had tried to do to him last night and looking at Joey, said teasingly "Well, since Brandon is so interested in someone taking two dicks in their butt at the same time, maybe you and I could do him at the same time." Brandon's face flushed, remembering what he had tried to do to their friend the previous evening. "I'm willing to try," he said after a long pause. "A little bit later though, not right now. I really kinda want to go swimming again." Joey caught Alex's eyes and grinned. Brandon saw him mutter "chicken." "I'm up for swimming too," Alex said, changing the subject. "We can make it easier on Joey though, and wrap our towels around us when we walk to and from the creek, okay?" Brandon nodded his consent and then he and Alex both looked toward Joey to see how he felt about that idea. Joey looked back and forth between his two friends and finally nodded his consent to the swimming idea, even though he had some reservations about it. Brandon really wanted to walk through the woods to the swimming hole at the creek nude as he had planned earlier with Alex, but he was willing to go along with wearing his towel during their trek through the woods as a concession to their friend. As they walked down the trails on their way to the creek where they had been swimming the day before, Brandon was thinking about the joking agreement he had made with his two friends back at the campsite, or was he joking? He wondered if it would hurt to take two dicks inside him at the same time. He remembered the first time he had accepted anal sex. There wasn't really any pain involved, but he had been adequately prepared beforehand. He wondered how much extra preparation it would take to get him ready for a 'double.' These thoughts caused a tent to form in the towel he had wrapped around his waist. He was walking slightly behind his two friends, so they didn't notice his aroused state right away. The fact that he was bringing up the rear as they walked down the trail gave him a good view of both their back sides - the smooth tanned skin of their backs, and the towels wrapped tightly around their waists kept his mind on how sexy he found them both, but in particular Alex. He was also still contemplating the need for them to find Joey a boyfriend of his own. He didn't have any idea how it was that they were going to do this, but he knew they had to make it a priority. As much as he enjoyed the sexual encounters he and Alex had had with Joey, he still had reservations about sharing his lover. Where were they going to find him someone of his own? That was the big question. The three boys splashed around in the water, enjoying its contrasting coolness in the warmth of the late summer day. Alex and Joey had either not noticed Brandon's tumescent state, or they both chose to say nothing about it when they stripped their towels off at the swimming hole. Again today they boys all climbed out onto the large flat rock on the far side of the stream to sun themselves for a while as they had done the day before. They all alternated between lying on their stomachs and backs on the warm granite rock so that they didn't get too much sun on any one part of their bodies. Today, unlike the day before, no one disturbed them during their reverie in the water. It was already past the lunch hour when the boys decided to pack it in and head back to their campsite from the creek. They decided to forego wrapping their towels around their waists as they headed back through the woods, choosing instead to drape them across their shoulders as they had done on their way to the creek to swim the day before. They didn't see anyone on the way back to their camp, and as far as they knew, no one had seen them today either. The three boys spent the rest of the afternoon just lazing about the campsite, eventually cleaning up their things, dressing and carrying their camping gear back to Brandon's house. Once they had put everything away, Joey headed home. Alex spent a few minutes alone with Brandon before he went home as well. They used that brief period of time with each other to cuddle on Brandon's bed and just enjoy the feeling of being in each other's arms. It was a feeling they both enjoyed and could never get enough of. Alex noticed that something seemed to be troubling the love of his life though and had to ask about it. "You look like something is bothering you baby, is something wrong?" "Yeah," Brandon answered. "We need to find Joey a boyfriend of his own. My emotions get all conflicted every time the three of us do stuff together, and I don't like feeling like that." "Okay Bran, we'll work on that," Alex told him before giving him a very passionate kiss on the lips. Then he got up off the bed to leave. Brandon walked him out, holding his hand on their way through the house to the front door. As they parted, Brandon gave Alex's hand a squeeze and they each told the other "I love you." * * * Despite their best intentions when they went into the bathroom together to shower, Steven and Carson were unable to keep their hands off each other. Soon they were both hard again under the warm spray. As they washed each other they forgot all about having been caught by Steven's parents only minutes before in what was the most compromising of positions. Soon enough Carson was on his knees in the shower, and he was taking the full length of Steven's hard rod into his mouth and throat. It didn't take very long before Steven was spilling his seed into Carson's throat. Carson had to help hold Steven up in the shower as he reached his orgasm. He did this by grasping Steven's butt-cheeks tightly and holding on as he milked the last of Steven's sperm from his dick with his mouth. A small bit had managed to leak out through Carson's lips, but it was quickly washed away by the warm spray that was still raining down over them in the shower. After Steven's orgasm subsided, Carson let go of Steven and disengaged his mouth from Steven's penis. They shared a kiss, allowing Steven to get a little taste of the residual sperm in his boyfriend's mouth before they broke apart and turned off the shower. They stepped out and dried each other in a very loving way, caressing each other's body with the thick towels as they did so. "You know we may not be able to see each other for a while," Steven said as they were putting their clothes back on in his bedroom. "I think my mother is pretty pissed off about what she caught us doing." "Yeah," Carson answered, "but I think your dad seemed to understand from what he said after she left." "Well, I think we're going to have to wait and find out," Steven said. "Mom usually caves to whatever my dad wants. It's sort of weird really." "I hope he convinces her - about us..." Carson trailed off. He wasn't sure what else to say just then. The only thing the two of them could do just then was hope that cooler heads would ultimately prevail where their relationship was concerned. Carson had the added burden of wondering how his mother was going to react when she heard in turn what he and Steven had been caught doing with each other. He certainly wasn't looking forward to that talk with his mother, but he knew it was going to have to happen. He thought maybe he should head the trouble off at the pass so to speak, and tell her himself when he got home rather than waiting for her to hear it from someone else. * * * Over the course of the day on Sunday, Doug Summers sent several more e-mails to Kyle. He started off nice, saying that he didn't expect Kyle to unblock him, but that he would like to talk. Even though Kyle had his messages blocked, they still showed up in his junk mail folder, and for some reason he decided to look at them. Kyle needed to think long and hard about things before he decided whether or not to answer. He decided to go to the park and relax for a while and think things over. He rode through Abby Park to the far side where it bordered on some woods. There was a boardwalk built there, and Kyle locked his bike to one of the posts that supported the hand rail before starting to walk along it. Kyle didn't come here very often, and this was the first time he could remember that he'd come here alone. He did remember hearing rumors that there were areas in the large park where gay men cruised to pick each other up. He hadn't ever personally seen anything that he thought was someone cruising for a pick up though. As Kyle walked along the boardwalk until he came to a place where it widened out into a larger area, with sort of a gazebo like structure overlooking a stream. Kyle sat to think, and as he did he caught the sounds of people laughing and splashing in the water. Kyle got up and walked down the boardwalk a little farther until he had a view of a small pond at the bottom of a waterfall where three boys were splashing and playing in the cool, clear water. Where Kyle stood on the boardwalk above them, he had a good view of them, and had they looked up they probably would have seen him quite clearly as well. He wasn't sure at first, but it looked to him like they were skinny dipping. Kyle got his confirmation when the three boys climbed out of the water to sun themselves on a large, flat rock. They were indeed naked. Kyle felt himself hardening in his shorts as he looked down on the three naked boys below him, probably thirty yards or so away. All three were definitely cute, and looked to be maybe a year or two younger than him. The tallest of the three was a brunette, and looked as if he might be a little older than the other two. The middle boy had blonde hair, and the shortest had black hair and darker skin, possibly of Latin or some Mediterranean descent. All three had relatively small pubic bushes growing above their tools; the blonde boy's matching the color of the hair on his head. Yeah, they were all definitely little hotties, and Kyle's dick was intensely interested. He wanted to relieve the pressure that was tenting out the front of his shorts. Kyle looked back and forth, scanning up and down the boardwalk to see if anyone was coming. The boardwalk took a meandering path through the woods, so he could only see about fifty yards in either direction, but he was willing to take a chance - he reached down and lifted the right leg hole of his shorts, pulling up until he reached the hem of his boxers. He didn't stop there, he kept going until his balls, and then his hardness was exposed. Kyle began stroking himself as he watched the three boys. There was something that told him these three had something sexual going on between them, but the looks that the blonde and black haired boys exchanged from time to time told him that there was something more between them. That was fine with him; the taller boy with the brown, curly hair was more visually appealing to him anyway. They looked familiar to him somehow, but he wasn't quite sure from where. He was certain they didn't go to his school, and he correctly guessed that they were probably in their last year of junior high school, though he didn't know that at the time. Kyle continued stroking his dick, watching as the boys turned from time to time, switching from lying on their stomachs to lying on their backs. The curly haired brunette was on his stomach, and Kyle was concentrating on his cute little ass as he brought himself to climax, squirting his load down into the foliage underneath him, beside the boardwalk. Once he was spent, Kyle licked away the sperm that had gotten onto his fingers when he came, then used his index finger to wipe away the remaining traces from his softening penis, once again licking it clean when he was done. After carefully tucking himself back into his boxers and shorts, Kyle headed back to his bike and rode home. Kyle had forgotten all about the e-mails from Doug as he watched the three boys playing in the stream and sunning themselves on the rock. Once he was heading back toward his home he remembered them. He decided to answer one when he got home. That led to a series of e-mails, which started out nice enough, but soon turned nasty again once it became clear that Kyle was not going to be willing to overlook what had happened between them the previous evening. Finally, Kyle got fed up, stopped responding and logged off his computer. The way Doug was acting was really bothering him and frankly he just didn't want to put up with it anymore. Once again their exchange had ended with Doug calling Kyle some really vulgar things - something that Kyle certainly didn't deserve. He was glad that he had gotten out of that relationship before it really got started, that much was certain. He read the final e-mails that Doug sent him, but didn't bother responding to any of them. His mind drifted back to the three boys he had watched earlier in the day, and soon he found himself lying back on his bed with his shorts and underwear pushed down, stroking himself towards another inevitable climax. * * * Bobby and Michael spent the day Sunday lounging in Bobby's backyard, just sunning and cuddling with each other. They had laid a couple beach towels out, slightly overlapping each other on the grass that they were using as a 'bed' of sorts. They didn't dare do anything sexual, as Michael's parents were home, but that didn't stop them from getting close enough to hug and kiss each other as they laid out in Michael's back yard. In fact, Michael's mother looked out on them from time to time, and thought to herself how cute they looked together. She was disappointed that she was destined not to have grandchildren, but she saw how much her son loved his boyfriend, and she was happy for him because of that. She also had grown to love Bobby, and thought he was a very sweet boy, very loving and caring. 'Yes,' she thought, 'this boy has been good for my son.' Around four-thirty in the afternoon, Michael's dad came out into the backyard and started the grill. He told the boys that he was going to grill steaks for dinner. He already knew that Michael liked his medium-rare, but needed to know what Bobby's preference was. Bobby told him that he liked his steak cooked rare, which made Michael's father smile... He liked his the same way. Like his wife he was disappointed that his son was not going to give them any grandchildren, but he had also succumbed to Bobby's charms. He honestly really liked Bobby a lot more than the girl his son had been seeing before this boy. He had always found her a little obnoxious, more than a little pretentious and he had thought her "charming" personality was completely faked from the moment he met her. The way he had heard she was behaving lately certainly proved him right. The boys were also very happy that Michael's parents had accepted their love for each other. They both knew that there were many parents who would not be so tolerant and accepting of their child's homosexuality, and each wondered silently how Bobby's parents were going to react when they finally found out. They did both wish that they were allowed to sleep together in Michael's bed at night, but they understood his parents' position on them having sex in the house... But then it had been a while since they had joined in a completed sexual union, it was considerably longer than a couple horny teenagers would prefer. Bobby was lying on the towels they had spread out on the grass in Michael's backyard. He was propped up on his elbow, facing Michael and stroking the fingers of his other hand up and down Michael's arm. "We need to make love soon Michael," Bobby said to him quietly. "I'm really horny." Michael ran his eyes down his boyfriend's body and he could see that this was true. The tent in Bobby's shorts and the feeling of his fingers lightly tracing their way up and down his arm soon caused Michael to have to adjust himself in his shorts as well. Michael reached out and pulled Bobby over on top of him, then held him tightly in his arms as they kissed passionately. Each boy could each feel the other's hard dick pressing against his own through the material of their shorts. They were both achingly hard, and in need of release. Unfortunately that was going to have to wait for now, and they both knew it. When they broke the kiss, Michael told Bobby that he wanted to take a chance... They each grabbed one of the towels they had brought with them to the backyard and balling them up in front of themselves to conceal the fullness in their shorts, hurried into the house. Fortunately, Michael's father's attention was focused on the grill, so he didn't notice the condition they were in as they went into the house. Michael's mother was in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner, so she didn't see them either as they ran quickly, but quietly up the stairs and into Michael's room. Michael closed and locked the door as they entered, and within seconds they were naked on his bed. They moved quickly into a sixty-nine position, lying on the bed on their sides. They took each other into their mouths, and began fiercely sucking on the other's dick. Their need, lust and desire for each other brought them both to a very quick climax, Bobby cumming into Michael's mouth first, and Michael filling Bobby's mouth nearly a full minute later. They understood that time was of the essence if they were not to be caught by Michael's parents, which made it a good thing that their oral union had concluded quickly. They went into Michael's bathroom and used a hand towel to clean off the minimal traces of their sex that remained on their bodies and put their shorts back on. Michael pulled on a t-shirt while Bobby went down the hall to get himself one while they ate dinner. When he returned to Michael's room a couple minutes later, he noticed an odor in the room - it was an odor he already knew very well - it was the smell of sex. * * * Time had passed quickly for all the boys over the next several weeks. Not all of what happened was good. Bobby had found out that his father had been charged with vehicular homicide as the result of an accident driving home, presumably drunk from a party. A woman who was out for a late stroll had been hit by a car that had left the scene and some of the evidence pointed to his father's car. The team of lawyers from his law firm managed to make the evidence look very circumstantial and he was ultimately acquitted. Stan Hill found this very distasteful, and tendered his resignation to the law firm to go out on his own. Bobby continued giving Billy Thompson swimming lessons, many of which Michael joined them for, relaxing in a lounge by the pool as he watched the two younger boys in the water. Football season was over, so he no longer had the morning and afternoon practices to worry about, which allowed him to spend more time with Bobby. The end of the school year was approaching though, and Michael had begun to wonder if their relationship was strong enough to endure a long distance relationship. He had been offered an athletic scholarship at an out of state school, and it was an opportunity too good to pass up. Bobby had been very supportive of his decision to accept it, and promised that he would wait for Michael until they were able to be together full time again. Billy, for his part was really enjoying his swimming lessons and had made great progress. He was becoming quite the swimmer, and liked the time he spent with Bobby and Michael. He was at the point now that Bobby was really considering him an accomplished swimmer, and told him so. Billy had worried at first that this meant that he was going to have to give up swimming with Bobby and Michael, but they both assured him this wasn't the case. He was after all their friend. That announcement resulted in a rather emotional group hug for the three boys. He had noticed the way the two boys looked at each other, and had his suspicions that they might be lovers, but it really didn't bother him and he didn't bring it up. His only real experience with homosexuality had been with the twins in the juvenile detention facility and he wasn't ready or willing to relive or revisit any of that rather unpleasant experience just yet. Seeing Bobby and Michael together did serve to show him that it wasn't all bad, as his experience with the twins had been. Billy had had to testify at the trial of the Booth twins in regard to the murder of Paolo Santori. Stan and Rosemary Hill had both been in the courtroom to lend their support for him. It was a difficult thing that he had to do, and they both understood that, and did all they could to comfort him during that ordeal. Fortunately, because of his age, his name was not mentioned in the news media. Michael and Bobby had picked up on his anxiety during that time as well, and although he didn't confide in them what was going on, they figured it out and lent him all the emotional support they were able without actually bringing the subject up. They knew that if and when he was ready he would bring the subject up to them. - - - Britney Harris and her clique had a hard time facing up to their humiliation after their suspension from school and removal from the cheerleading squad, but none of them as much as Britney herself. Her parents ended up transferring her to a private, boarding school where no one knew about what had happened to her. It was an all girl school though, so she still didn't have the symbol she viewed as the ultimate in prestige for her - the cheerleading squad. She was the topic of a lot of gossip among the students at her former school though; some even suggested that she had had a nervous breakdown that caused her to transfer to the other school. The rumors did nothing but intensify after she had turned to alcohol in an unsuccessful attempt to clear her humiliation from her mind, was caught and expelled from her new school, returning home in even more disgrace. This led to her being sent to a teen drug and alcohol rehabilitation center, where she unsuccessfully attempted suicide. She and her parents blamed Michael Price for all her problems, refusing to accept the fact that the real blame rested with no one but themselves. - - - Kyle had found out who the boys he saw playing in the water that Sunday afternoon were. He found out he was right about them being in their last year of junior high. He also learned that the cute brunette boy with the curly hair was named Joey Mitchell. He also found out that Joey lived fairly close to where he did, and took to riding his bicycle through the boy's neighborhood and past his house. Every so often he was able to catch a glimpse of Joey out in the yard. Kyle had returned to the spot on the boardwalk where he had first seen Joey, but the weather had turned cool enough that the water in the stream would be far too cold for swimming. Kyle started to think of a plan to try to meet the boy he was dreaming of so often. Yes, Joey was appearing regularly in the very erotic wet dreams Kyle had been having lately, not just in the daydreams of his frequent masturbation sessions. Kyle would still get the occasional e-mail from Doug, which he did read even though they went straight into his junk mail folder. Some were nice, but most ended up being vulgar and nasty. Then others started showing up from people who Kyle figured out were Doug's online friends. Those were all quite nasty, and eventually Kyle had to change his e-mail account name to end the harassment. - - - Joey had noticed the boy who was now frequently riding his bike through his neighborhood and past his house. There was no question about it, the boy was hot! He found out the boy's name was Kyle Praegler, and that he was a rapidly rising star on the football team at the high school he, Brandon and Alex would be attending the following year. He also found out that while Kyle lived nearby there was no real legitimate reason for him to be riding his bike through his neighborhood and past his house so often. Joey wondered if it might be that Kyle was somehow interested in him, and talked to his two best friends, Brandon and Alex, the only people who knew that he was gay about what to do and how he could possibly meet the older boy and find out. Brandon and Alex - but especially Brandon - were both excited to hear what Joey had to say when he told them about the older boy who seemed to be interested in him. They discussed it amongst themselves later when they were alone and came up with a plan. It was simple, but it was bound to work and that was the beauty of it. They decided to put their idea into the works the following weekend. - - - Steven's father did in fact call Carson's mother to have a talk with her about what the boys had been caught doing when he and his wife had returned from their weekend away earlier than expected. When he did he learned that she had been suspicious herself that the two might have become far more than just friends, but that Carson had come to her and told her what had happened when he got back from Steven's house that day. Steven's father suggested that they get together, the boys included, to have a talk about their relationship. Barbara readily agreed. Although Steven's mother was still firmly against the idea, when the two families had their meeting she suffered through it mostly in silence. She was still angry about catching her only son getting his butt reamed so thoroughly and obviously enjoying it when she had opened the door to his room. It had strained the relationship between her husband and herself in fact. In the end, her will bent to that of her husband who pointed out quite correctly to her that their son was what he was and nothing they could do was going to change that. For Steven and Carson's part, they professed their love for each other in front of their parents, and told them that they understood that things may be hard for them because of society's general lack of tolerance for homosexuality but they were in love and nothing could change that. They were ready to commit themselves to each other. When their parents asked them if that meant they were going to come out at school, they were surprised to find out that it was already pretty much all over the school - rumored anyway - that they were gay, because of their close friendship with Michael Price and his boyfriend, Bobby Connor. The other two boys were in a pretty high profile relationship because of Michael's status as the quarterback of the football team. The parents all were happy to learn that at least Bobby and Michael's relationship was being generally accepted by their peers at school, so it was fairly likely that their sons' would be as well. * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net (I will answer all e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while sometimes), 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. NOTE: Of late, those of you with Hotmail accounts might have to look in your junk mail folders for my messages. They seem to have a problem with the comcast.net domain for some reason. 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