Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 13:30:41 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 38 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 friends, Mike and Dave for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance along the way. Thanks also go to the Nifty Archive for hosting this and all the other stories. They do take donations to defray operating expenses, so help them out if you can. 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Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty Eight Michael didn't call Bobby Friday night when he finally made it home from Kyle's house, but there were good reasons. First he had a flat tire from a nail he had run over that took him nearly an hour to change. Then when he got home, he had to answer a lot of questions from his parents. His mother had been home that afternoon when the police came to their house looking for him and his friends after the attempted kidnapping at their school. Michael apologized profusely for not calling to let his father and mother know he was alright, and had to tell them all the details of the afternoon's events. That took quite a while. He wasn't able to get some privacy to call Bobby until it was very late, so instead of calling he sent a couple text messages to Bobby's cell phone. First he apologized for not calling, then he told him about the flat. Finally he announced that he would come over the next morning after he got his tire repaired. - - - Bobby began slowly to awaken Saturday morning with the warm comfortable feeling of Michael in his arms. It had been way too long since they had spent the night together in his bed, and he had missed it. He loved this feeling, the warm soft skin of his lover pressed against his, the smell of his hair as Bobby nuzzled into his neck. The smell of his hair... Something was wrong with it. It had a different scent than usual, and it was longer than it should be. Then more sensory impulses flooded into Bobby's brain. He moved his leg, which was sandwiched between Michael's as it often was when they woke up together, but something was wrong there too. He moved his leg up and down slightly, and didn't feel the familiar coarseness of the hair on Michael's thighs. The last thing that struck him as he slowly awakened was that the familiar big, strong body wasn't there. He had his arms around a much smaller and lithe form than Michael's body. Bobby jerked fully awake. Suddenly now he remembered all of what had happened the night before. The motion of his body brought Billy out of his slumber too. Billy turned and looked back at Bobby, an impish grin on his face. "Good morning sunshine," he said, as he craned his neck to give Bobby a kiss on his lips. Bobby couldn't help himself, even if he did feel a twinge of guilt. He returned the kiss as it was offered. Their tongues soon found each other as Billy turned in Bobby's arms to face him. That wasn't all that found each other though... Bobby also felt Billy's erect penis rubbing against his own as they embraced. Billy wrapped his arms around Bobby and pulled them together even tighter as Bobby brought his hands to Billy's head, running his fingers through his hair as they kissed. For Billy it had started last night, and he still felt it this morning now, as he held Bobby tightly. It was something he had never felt before now - love. Well, sure there was the love that Stan and Rosemary Hill felt for him, and he knew that was real. The trouble was - and Billy couldn't possibly know this - Bobby wasn't really sure how he felt. But what Bobby and he had done the night before was different for Billy: the tenderness, the caring. And yes, the sex. Sex - it certainly hadn't been Billy's first time at that. But what had happened between him and the Booth twins was never consensual. It certainly hadn't been tender and caring. Outright rape was what it had been. They had even passed him around to some of the other boys in the facility where they had been locked up. Some of them had been rougher than the twins, others had been gentler. Still, Billy had been but a pawn in the Booths' games, whatever they had been. What he had done with Bobby had been entirely different. Billy recalled vividly all the things they had done with each other, and was really amazed that the bedding wasn't in complete disarray. It was however, a bit damp in some places and somewhat sticky in others. Slowly they broke apart. "You need to brush your teeth," Billy said, without any ceremony. "I probably do too though, don't worry - I'll use your toothbrush." With that Billy jumped up and bounded across the room toward the adjoining bathroom. Bobby watched Billy's ass appreciatively as he crossed the room. A moment later when he joined Billy in the bathroom he saw that Billy hadn't been kidding about using his toothbrush. Billy caught the look he was getting in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. He pulled the brush out of his mouth and asked "What? We swapped fluids already, what's the difference if I use your toothbrush?" Bobby couldn't deny the logic of that, so he merely shrugged and started the water running in the shower. As he did this, he had the feeling they would be sharing that too. He wasn't wrong. Bobby stepped into the shower as soon the water was running warm. Just a moment later, Billy slid the glass door open and stepped in with him. Bobby took more than his usual surreptitious glance at the younger boy as he stood in front of him under the spray; he looked appreciatively up and down the slender young body before him. Billy was trim and toned; his body was really developing nicely. Bobby also noticed that Billy's dick was beginning to point out away from his body, becoming aroused. The small patch of blonde pubic hair he was growing, almost unnoticeable when dry had darkened a bit and stood out more now in its wet state. Bobby had been quite impressed the previous evening when the smaller boy's dick had reached its fully engorged length at 5½ inches, equal to his own. More impressive to Bobby was that its girth was just slightly larger than his. Bobby felt his own member begin to thicken and fill out. Discretion being the better part of valor, Bobby turned and finished washing. He didn't figure another sexual adventure with Billy was such a good idea this morning. He was wondering how he was going to explain what he and Billy had done to Michael, or if he even should. But if he chose not to, could he trust that Billy would do the same? That was his biggest concern at the moment. Bobby had toweled himself dry and went back into his bedroom. He was nearly dressed when Billy came in, dried from the shower and with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Listen Billy..." Bobby started, but Billy interrupted him. "If you're worried about me telling Michael what we did last night, don't. I won't say anything. Bobby was astounded that Billy had said that. It was almost as if the boy had read his mind. "How did you..." Once again Billy cut him off. "I can tell you're thinking about it. Don't worry, I told you I wasn't going to say anything." And with that, Billy dropped his towel on the floor and started gathering his clothes, which were still scattered on the floor from the previous evening. He'd retrieved everything except his underwear, which he couldn't seem to find. "Dude, do you have any idea where my boxers went?" he asked as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Bobby looked around, but didn't see them at first. Then he remembered - they had come off after they were already in bed the night before. He pulled the rumpled sheets back on his bed and found them near the foot of the bed. "Here they are," he said to Billy, who was sitting on the floor pulling on his socks. When he had Billy's attention he tossed the shorts to him, then watched as he lay back, raising his legs and stuck both feet through the leg holes at the same time. Then, putting his feet down on the floor, he lifted his butt off the floor and slid the boxers up. The way he chose to pull his boxers on allowed Bobby a good look at Billy's butt, particularly his little pucker, which seemed a little red and slightly puffy this morning. His eyes stayed glued to Billy as he finished dressing, pulling his jeans back on in the same manner he had done with his underwear. After he pulled his shoes on and tied the laces he stood, put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said "Really Bobby, I won't say anything, but I hope we can do it again... Soon." When Bobby next looked up, Billy was gone. Billy had stunned him, not only by his sexual receptivity and passion, but the maturity of the way he had coped with the aftermath. Love... Is that what he felt for Billy? He still had no idea, but one thing he was certainly acquiring for the younger boy was respect. * * * Joey got up late Saturday morning. He'd slept in on purpose, hoping that maybe he and Kyle would be up late that night. He showered and dressed, then went into the kitchen to get something to eat. There was a note on the table from his parents on the table telling him they had gone to browse through things at the weekend flea market. Joey wasn't really one for cooking, or for big breakfasts for that matter, so he dropped a couple Pop-Tarts into the toaster and flipped on the TV while he waited. He flipped through some of the stations but didn't find anything interesting before the toaster ejected the pastry. Gingerly, so as not to burn his fingers he pulled them out and set them on a plate to cool. He poured a glass of milk and sat down at the table, still flipping through channels on the TV as he munched on his breakfast. 'Damn,' he thought. 'What good is cable anyway? Two hundred channels of nothing to watch.' Not satisfied with anything to watch on TV, he switched the set to his favorite cable music station instead. Joey was actually dancing around the kitchen to the music as he cleaned up after himself when he heard his cell phone's ring tone sounding. He pulled his phone out of its holster to glance at the Caller-ID. It was Kyle. Joey flipped the phone open, "Hey dude! How's it going?" "Really good, thanks. You ready to head over here?" "You know I am. Give me a few minutes and I'm on my way!" - - - While Kyle was waiting for Joey to arrive, he thought about his fantasy for what that night might bring. He was ready to go all the way with Joey. He hoped that Joey would be too. He knew that Joey was more sexually experienced than he was, so he thought there was a fairly good chance things would work out in his favor: for sex anyway, if not his fantasy. Kyle was watching out his window, waiting for Joey to arrive. He lived at the end of a cul-de-sac, so he knew he would see Joey as he approached the house. Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, Joey rounded the corner onto his street, pedaling his bike rapidly, standing up on the pedals for extra power to propel him forward at greater speed. Kyle ran down the stairs to meet Joey as he rode his bike up into the yard. He brought Joey around into the backyard and had him leave his bike there. Kyle's parents were home, so he resisted the urge to hold Joey's hand as he led him inside. Kyle's parents were older than those of his peers by nearly fifteen years, and were sometimes mistaken for his grandparents. Kyle's father lowered his newspaper as he brought Joey through the den on their way to the stairs. He had a pipe hanging loosely in his mouth, which he tightened his grip on with his teeth and re-lighted as he made a quick appraisal of his son's new friend. Kyle introduced Joey to his father, and Joey, seeming to know what was expected of him extended his hand to shake and said "I'm very pleased to meet you sir." "I'm very pleased to meet you as well Joseph, I hope you'll enjoy spending the weekend with us." 'Spending the weekend?' Joey thought... 'I thought it was only supposed to be the night and the afternoon tomorrow - well, maybe he considers that the weekend.' Before taking Joey upstairs, they went into the kitchen where Kyle's mother was preparing lunch so they could be introduced as well. She too made a comment about Joey spending the weekend. Joey decided that he would ask Kyle about that once they got up to his room. Kyle finally took Joey upstairs, then down a hallway to another door, which led to another set of stairs that led up to the attic room into which they were about to move Kyle's furniture. A lot of his other things were already there. "I thought it would be better if you dropped your stuff off here," Kyle said. "This is where we'll be sleeping tonight." "Okay, thanks. Hey, what did your parents mean about spending the weekend? I thought it was just going to be tonight." "Well, Monday is a holiday, so why not stay both nights?" Kyle suggested. Joey liked that idea, so he called home and left a message on the answering machine to let his parents know about the change in plans. It took the two boys almost three hours to move the rest of Kyle's things up to the attic room. Once they had transferred all of Kyle's belongings to his new room and gotten everything unpacked and the bed made, they sat back on his bed. Their legs were hanging over the edge, and their chests, bared since they were sweating from the exertion of moving the furniture up the flight of stairs were glistening slightly. Neither said it at the time, but the wetness of the others' flesh was a turn on for them both. "You want the first shower?" Kyle asked finally, and then nodded toward the door to the bathroom that had recently been installed in preparation for his moving into the newly remodeled attic room. Joey glanced at the door, then back at Kyle. "No, you go ahead," Joey said. The door to his new room, located at the bottom of the stairs was wide open, but Kyle figured that the stairs would give them all the privacy they needed. He stood, kicked off his shoes and then dropped his shorts and underwear as one. He faced Joey, who was still lying back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. Joey kicked off his shoes and sat up to reach down and slid his ankle socks off his feet before lying back again on the bed and lifting up his butt to slide his shorts and underwear down his nearly hairless legs. He kicked them up at Kyle, who swatted them away. "Are you going to stand there all day or go get cleaned up?" Joey asked. "Hurry your ass up, I want to go swimming." Kyle grinned and did as Joey had asked. He didn't look back as he walked into the bathroom, so he didn't know for sure - but the sensed Joey's eyes were on him the entire time as he walked into the bathroom. "Don't use all the hot water, I hate cold showers!" Joey called from behind him as he started the water running. "Yeah, it causes your dick to shrivel. Quite the wrong direction for what I have in mind!" Kyle laughed back. * * * When Brandon's parents left to go shopping, the two boys finished cleaning up the kitchen and got the dishwasher running. When they had finished that, they went back down to the recreation room to clean up after themselves from the night before. Brandon and Alex both noted that the smell of sex still hung in the room as they reached the bottom of the stairs. They exchanged a glance with each other, both wondering if Brandon's mother might have noticed it when she had turned on the lights to wake them up that morning. Even though Brandon's parents knew they were sexually active, it was still embarrassing for the boys to think about it. First, they stripped the sheets off the sofa-bed and put them in the washer. Once that was done, they cleaned up the mess from the snacks they had consumed the previous evening. Alex packed up the toys they had used the night before into his backpack. One item he didn't notice was missing was the string of anal beads. They had lost interest in using that particular toy since neither one of them had enjoyed it, and as a result it didn't even cross his mind that it wasn't there. Once they finished cleaning up, Brandon turned to Alex and asked him, "So, what do you want to do? We've got all day, and it's still early..." "Let's ride our bikes down to the park. It's a really nice day today. Maybe there will be something going on there, or we can just hang out," Alex replied as he pulled a light blue, mesh tank-top shirt out of his bag. He held it up, showing it to Brandon. "What do you think?" he asked. "Perfect!" Brandon exclaimed. "Is it new? I've never seen you wear it before." "Yeah, I just got it," Alex told him as he slipped it on over his head. The shirt hung loose on Alex's slight frame. "It really shows off your body nicely," Brandon observed. "It's my new favorite!" The boys carried their things up to Brandon's room, where Alex asked Brandon if he could borrow some underwear. "Let's free-ball it to the park instead," Brandon suggested as he pulled a muscle-tee from his dresser drawer. Then, turning around to face Alex, he rubbed the nylon mesh shorts he was wearing against his crotch. "I really like the way this feels, don't you?" Alex was forced to agree that it did feel very good - and quite sexy. "It's probably going to make me pop a stiffy running around the park like this in front of everyone, but yeah. Let's do it! Toss me a pair of ankle socks, will you?" Brandon did as he was asked, and then pulled out another pair for himself. Being a bit of an exhibitionist, he kind of liked the idea that they might get hard in front of other people, or even maybe give them an accidental flashing. Once they had their shoes on, they left Brandon's parents a note to let them know where they were going, got on their bikes and rode off toward Abby Park. They were riding their bikes along a trail that overlooked a winding road that led through the middle of the park. As they came to a break in the undergrowth that grew along the trail, Alex signaled Brandon to stop. Both bikes slid to a stop in the dirt, and Alex pointed down into the park, where they were now able to see through the break in the bushes. There were two boys, about their age, maybe a little older on the grass together below them. One was blonde, one brunette. The blonde had just walked up to the other, put his hand on his shoulder and started talking to him. When the boy sitting on the grass turned to look up at him, it was obvious to Brandon and Alex both that they knew each other. They hugged for a moment, and then as they watched, the two boys below them started rolling over together in the grass. When they finally stopped and the brown haired boy was on top they paused for a second, then he lowered his head and they kissed. "You see that?" Alex exclaimed. "They're kissing!" "Yeah, that's too cool!" Brandon replied. He was getting turned on a little by watching what was going on down below them on the grass. He glanced over at Alex and noticed that he was getting a charge out of what they were watching as well. At least he was if the tenting in his shorts was any indication. Brandon and Alex both watched the two on the grass below them for another couple moments before Alex kicked his bike around, pointing it down through the break and said, "Let's go meet them." He'd already kicked his bike off and started down the hill before Brandon even had a chance to respond. If he had, he would have suggested waiting to give them a little privacy. On his way following Alex down the hill though, he realized - if they really wanted privacy they wouldn't be making out here in the park on a Saturday morning. Still, what was their reaction going to be when Alex interrupted them? Brandon figured they were probably going to get their asses handed to them when they disturbed what was probably supposed to be an intimate moment. * * * Steven heard something. It was like a light rattling sound moving toward him. He wasn't quite sure at first, but as it continued, getting slightly louder and closer, he knew that he heard something. Then it stopped. Steven returned his focus to the long, deep kiss he was enjoying with Carson. He briefly wondered if the expression he'd heard was true - that he might actually be able to reach Carson's tonsils with his tongue. He decided quickly that there was no way that could really happen, but there wasn't any harm in trying. Carson, lying on his back in the cool, green grass loved the feeling of his lover on top of him, kissing him. His concentration was centered on his lover's hard dick that he could feel rubbing against his own through their clothes. Then for a moment it seemed as if Steven backed off a little from their kiss. That only lasted for a second, and then Steven's tongue came back into his mouth with a vengeance. It seemed as if Steven was trying to jam his tongue all the way into his throat. That caught Carson just a little off guard, but recovered quickly and became as enthusiastic as Steven in their kiss. When the finally broke the kiss, Steven rolled off of Carson to lie next to him on the grass. His eyes had been closed during the kiss, and he slowly opened them to see two faces looking down at them. They both looked to be a year or two younger than Carson and himself. One was blonde, a little taller and lankier than his friend. The other boy had black hair, and an olive complexion. They were both seated on bicycles, and from the looks of things were either both very well endowed, or halfway hard dicks were pushing out the front of their shorts. Steven rolled his head to the side to look at Carson to try to judge his reaction, but his eyes were still closed. He hadn't seen them yet. Steven nudged him with his elbow and said, "Carson, look." He slowly opened his eyes and looked up. The shorter black haired boy above them was the first to speak. "So, are you guys like, um... gay?" His friend punched him lightly on the arm and said "Alex, you can ask the dumbest questions sometimes." * * * 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. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.