Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 10:47:14 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 46 This chapter is NOT brought to you by Bo's Coral Reef in Jacksonville Beach, Fl. Should you ever venture to Jacksonville Beach, FL., please avoid this place. It may be the only gay bar in the Jacksonville Beaches area, but it is by far the most unfriendly one. There are many gay friendly places in the area, but this place is just not friendly to anyone, gay or straight. Go across town to one of the other places (Park Place or Metro for instance) if you're in the Jacksonville area and really want to go to a bar that is pretty much all gay. If you like this chapter, thank Joey... Not the Joey as he's named in this story, or the one who was at one time my boyfriend, but one of my readers. And there is a character in this tale that is based upon him. Only he and I know which one that is. 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Brandon and Alex Chapter Forty Six Billy and Bobby frolicked in the pool all afternoon, until it was finally time for Billy to go home for dinner. They had kept their trunks on at first, but eventually the typical grab-ass behavior had started between the two boys and Billy had yanked Bobby's swim suit down, even managing to get it completely off his legs. He pushed off the bottom of the pool, swimming away quickly. He was no match for Bobby's speed in the pool, and it was only a quick moment before Bobby had caught up to him and grabbed his legs. Billy continued trying to kick, and stroked at the water with his arms in an attempt to get away. The effort was futile, as Bobby's larger size gave him a considerable advantage. Bobby stood in the pool and pulled Billy back toward him by the legs. Once he was close enough, he grasped the back of the little Speedo bathing suit Billy wore and pulled it down the younger boy's legs. It was only now that he began to release his grip and let Billy pull away. Seconds later, Bobby was left standing in the middle of the pool holding Billy's suit, as Billy was reaching the side of the pool about ten yards away. Once Billy had grabbed the wall, he threw the shorts Bobby had worn to swim as far from the pool as he could. Bobby responded in kind, balling up Billy's Speedo and heaving it the opposite direction. They stood in the water grinning at each other before finally breaking into fits of giggles. Bobby started toward Billy, but this time Billy had the advantage. He climbed up onto the pool deck and dove over Bobby as he approached the edge. Bobby heard the splash as Billy reentered the pool behind him. He rolled over at the pool's edge and kicked off, following after Billy as he swam away. Once again, Bobby's superior size and speed allowed him to catch up, but this time only a few feet from the far edge of the pool. He managed to get a good grip on Billy's ankle, and once he had, he stopped dead in the water, standing and pulling back. Billy wasn't putting up any real fight; it seemed as if it was more for show than as any serious attempt to get away. Bobby took hold of Billy's legs with both hands, flipping him over so that he was now facing up in the water. He could see that Billy's dick was quite stiff as he spread the boy's legs and yanked back, pulling the boy toward him. He released his grip on Billy's legs and wrapped his arms around Billy's torso, pulling him into a firm hug. The feeling of Billy's stiff member pressing up against his stomach was just what he needed to bring his own dick the rest of the way into a full erection. The tip brushed gently against the globes of Billy's ass cheeks as he squirmed in Bobby's arms. There was no questioning what it was that was touching him back there. Billy adjusted his movements so that he was pushing himself downward, trying to make more firm contact with the fleshy spike that he knew was directly beneath him. It wasn't difficult for Bobby to figure out what Billy's intent was, so he loosened his grip just a little in order to allow him to slide down as he wished. Billy's legs were already around Bobby's back, and he tightened his grip with them to control his descent. At the same time, he reached back with both hands to pull his butt cheeks apart, and to guide Bobby into him. Once he was sure everything was lined up and properly positioned, he allowed himself to slide down a little further. Bobby let out a slight gasp as he felt himself slipping inside the boy he was holding in his arms. Billy was trying to lean back some, and Bobby relaxed his hug just a little so Billy's position could be whatever he found most comfortable. He somehow found the willpower to resist the urge to thrust up into Billy, instead allowing him to continue to sink down onto him at his own pace. Finally Billy could slide down no farther. Bobby was all the way inside him. Once there, Billy tightened the grip with his legs once more. He needed the additional control this was going to afford him so that he would be able to make the up and down movements that were about to be oh-so-essential to what they both wanted right now. Bobby let Billy establish the rhythm he wanted, and once he had done that, Bobby began to thrust in time with him as best he could, standing in the pool, embracing the boy he was making love to. And it was making love. They were treating each other tenderly and lovingly, sharing an occasional kiss as they worked together toward what turned out to be a nearly mutual climax. They came so closely together that it was difficult to tell which was first. Bobby noticed a thin string of cum, obviously Billy's float to the surface of the pool just after he himself had released his own sperm into Billy's backside. This made him think, 'Damn, I'm gonna have to clean the pool.' Fortunately he did not vocalize that thought. Besides, the pool's filtration and automatic chemical balancing system would take care of any of the mess the boys had made in the water. When Bobby and Billy finally came out of the pool, they put a towel over one of the lounge chairs that were placed sporadically around the pool deck. They lay together, forced to be close along side each other by the narrow width of the patio furniture. Neither minded though, as they were happy with the closeness. They both felt so good, just cuddling and snuggling together. Neither had retrieved his bathing suit from where the other had thrown it earlier, it was so much better to lay there naked in the warm sun - just being with one another. Both boys dozed off for a while - they couldn't seem to help it. The warm sun shining down upon them, the closeness of each other's bodies, these things just conspired against them. It was Billy's cell phone going off that woke them up. Fortunately, it was close enough that they heard it ringing. It was Rosemary calling to summon Billy back home for dinner. "Stan is on his way over because you didn't answer the first few times we called," she informed him. When Billy heard this he bolted upright quickly. He couldn't let his new dad catch him lying naked with another boy - even if the man knew his history. All those things that had happened in the past weren't consensual, but this was. And Billy wasn't ready to deal with that. Especially since he was finally feeling accepted into a real family situation - 'what would Stan and Rosemary, no, what would Dad and Mom think if they found out that he really was gay after all?' This was the only thought going through his mind as he told Rosemary that he was on his way home. Billy gave Bobby a quick kiss as he got up and raced back to where he had dropped his clothes on the pool deck. He pulled his shorts and t-shirt on in record time - forgetting all about the swim suit he had worn under the shorts earlier. He took off, nearly sprinting for the back gate, wanting to be sure that he was into Bobby's front yard before his dad got there. Stan was just coming into the front yard as Billy ran out through the gate between the front and back yards, slamming it shut behind him. "Sorry I didn't hear the phone, we were in the pool!" he called out as soon as he saw Stan headed toward the front door of Bobby's house. He hadn't offered Bobby any explanation why he was leaving so abruptly, and hoped that he would take the hint from the exaggerated volume of his voice why he ran out - and that his dad was on his way over, just in case he didn't stop Stan's approach. "Hey Billy!" Stan called back to him. "You ready to have some dinner? It should be ready in a few minutes. Do you want to invite Bobby over to eat too?" 'Damn, I hope Bobby heard that,' Billy thought. Bobby did hear the exchange between the Billy and Stan, and he was quick to act. He was up like a shot, and pulled his shorts and shirt on as fast as he was able. Billy was glad to see this when he stuck his head back through the gate in the privacy fence to extend Stan's dinner invitation to Bobby. Especially since Stan was now only a few steps away. Billy started to look over his shoulder as he stepped back from the gate, and nearly bumped into his dad as he started to say, a lot more loudly than necessary, "He's coming." Then he lowered his volume to a more reasonable level considering their proximity, "Um, sorry. I mean he's coming. He'll be here in a second." "Okay," Stan said, smiling as he put his hand on Billy's shoulder. Stan caught a glimpse of the pool area in the back yard as they waited a few seconds as Bobby trotted over across the concrete pool deck. He thought he saw a crumpled piece of cloth on the grass in the backyard that could have been his son's swim suit, but he just couldn't be sure. He was going to try to get a better look, but just then Bobby joined them, pulling the gate of the privacy fence shut behind him as he did. - - - After dinner, Billy and Bobby went up to Billy's room while Stan and Rosemary retired into the family room to watch television. Bobby and Billy settled in front of Billy's computer, where Billy was showing Bobby some of the things he'd found on the internet. While he was doing this, Bobby pointed out some of the online hazards that could cause him problems. As it turned out, Billy had not been paying attention to some of these things before, so Bobby started going through his computer's registry and found several places where it had been infected by various Trojans - malicious codes that would allow someone else into the computer over the internet after it had reported his computer's address back to its origin. Bobby did his best to explain what these things were doing, but Billy didn't really seem to understand, or wasn't paying attention. Or he wasn't paying attention to what Bobby was trying to say; he was definitely focused on Bobby - that much was evident in his eyes. Bobby caught onto this and finally said "Okay, you don't really care about this stuff, I know that. But I really need to clean these things off your computer and get you set up with a firewall that will keep your machine from becoming infected again." Billy smiled at him, resting his chin in his hands as he watched the older boy go through his computer, looking for the things that shouldn't be there. Finally, Bobby shut the computer down. "This is going to take a lot of work," he stated matter-of-factly as he turned back to face Billy again. Billy's bright blue eyes seemed to have taken on a bit of a deeper hue this evening in the subdued light of his bedroom, and that, combined with his dark tan and blonde hair lightened even more by the sun - well, Bobby had to admit that the boy was positively gorgeous. Bobby was starting to edge forward, his intent to kiss Billy fully on the lips when his cell phone rang. It wasn't just any ring tone either; it was the one that he had assigned to Michael's cell number. He gave Billy a quick peck on his lips before he flipped open his phone to answer the call. "Hey sweetie!" he answered, thinking it was Michael when he saw the caller ID. "Well, thank you Bobby, but this is Michael's mother," she responded. Bobby was surprised that Michael's mother would be calling from his cell phone, but the reason became clear a moment later. "Michael has been in an accident. He's still in the emergency room. He's asking for you Bobby; he says he needs to see you." "What happened?" Bobby asked, distressed. Here he was - cheating on his boyfriend, and all the while he might be hovering near death. It was instantly obvious to Billy that there was something very, very wrong. The look on Bobby's face gave away that he was very worried about something. As soon as Bobby had closed his phone, ending the call, Billy asked what had happened. He had recognized Michael's ring tone as well, and had no idea that it wasn't Michael who had called. "I'm not really sure," Bobby told him. "That was Michael's mother who called. All I really know is that Michael was in some sort of a car wreck, he's in the emergency room and he's asking for me. And I have no idea how badly he's been hurt or how I'm going to get to the hospital." Billy was up in an instant. He grabbed Bobby's hand and pulled him up and out of the room. "Come on!" he exclaimed, as concerned for Michael as Bobby was. "Dad will give us a ride, I'm sure of it!" - - - The boys explained what little they knew about what had happened to Michael and that with Bobby's parents gone for the weekend, Bobby didn't have any way to get to the hospital. The facility to which Michael had been taken wasn't the closest emergency room, but it was the one with the best trauma center, which implied that he was very seriously injured and that he had most likely been taken there by a Life-Flight helicopter. Stan and Rosemary were happy to help Bobby. He had been their son's first and best friend since they had adopted him, and Bobby had earned a very warm place in their hearts. They would do anything they could for him, and this seemed the least they could do. The drive to the hospital took forty five minutes. Then once they arrived, it took another twenty minutes to find out where Michael was. The group found Michael's parents in a waiting room near the hospital's trauma ward. Apparently Michael was still there, in intensive care. Michael's father had his wife in a comforting embrace as they say on one of the cheap, Naugahyde covered sofas that adorned the waiting area. Her face was buried into his shoulder, and she was quietly sobbing. Jim Price sensed the other people coming into the room and looked up to see who they were. He recognized Bobby and Billy, both of whom he'd met before, but he wasn't sure who the adults were that accompanied them - he correctly assumed that they must be Billy's parents. As they approached, Jim gently touched his wife's shoulder, and when he did, she looked up through tear-stained eyes to see the group approaching them. Both Jim and Michelle Price stood as Bobby came up to them, and he was drawn immediately into a hug by Michelle. "Oh thank you so much for coming sweetie," she sobbed quietly as she held him. "Michael was asking for you, but then he lapsed into unconsciousness again. We're waiting for the doctor to come back and tell us something - anything - about how he's doing." When she finally released him, Bobby turned to give Michael's father a hug. Jim Price thanked him for coming as well, and when they broke their hug, Bobby introduced the Prices to Stan and Rosemary Hill, explaining unnecessarily that these were Billy's parents, and they had given him a ride to the hospital since his own parents were gone for the weekend. Stan and Jim shook hands and exchanged greetings, while Rosemary put an arm around Michelle and tried to be as comforting as possible to her. Rosemary could hardly imagine what Michelle was going through - her only son in a room nearby, probably close to death. The women sat down on the sofa while Stan and Jim went out into the hall to talk. Bobby and Billy tagged along with the two men when they left the waiting room. Jim Price was clearly distressed over his son's injuries, but he was holding up far better than his wife. Stan asked Jim if he knew any details of what had happened to Michael, but at the moment all they knew was that his car had flipped over on the highway, apparently the horrible conclusion of a police chase. After that, Michael had been brought by helicopter to the hospital. Bobby and Billy stood nearby, quietly listening in on the conversation. It was evident in the expressions on both boys' faces that they were worried about Michael's condition, Bobby more so than Billy. And Billy picked up on this. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. Bobby nodded that he was, but a single tear working its way down his cheek hinted at another story. Billy took Bobby's hand and pulled him away from the conversation the two adult males were having. Bobby allowed Billy to lead him off, and soon they were outside. Billy looked around and saw what seemed to be the entrance to a courtyard. He made his way toward it, Bobby following, still holding his hand. They sat on a bench, close against each other. Billy had not released his grip on Bobby's hand, and Bobby had still not resisted. Billy gave a gentle squeeze, prompting Bobby to look over at him. Billy gazed into Bobby's eyes and said, "I understand." A puzzled look came over Bobby's face for a moment. He wasn't quite sure what Billy was talking about. Billy seemed to realize this, and continued, "Don't worry. I understand how you feel about Michael. I know you're worried about him. And remember..." Billy squeezed Bobby's hand again for emphasis, "...I told you that I wouldn't say anything about what we did... What we've been doing. Okay?" Bobby nodded, and gave a feeble squeeze back. For as much as Billy was trying to comfort him with what he had just said, it actually had the opposite effect. Bobby was even more conscious now of his cheating on Michael with Billy. With Michael now in the hospital, apparently on death's doorstep, Bobby felt guiltier than he ever had before. Somehow Billy didn't quite pick up on this emotion, instead thinking that Bobby was just worried about their friend. Bobby's boyfriend - Billy had to remind himself of that. Despite the talking he had overheard about them splitting up when Michael left for college, Michael was still Bobby's boyfriend. They sat silently in the courtyard at the hospital, close to each other on the bench - very close to each other, and holding hands. Eventually Bobby's uneasiness with the situation left him, and he realized that Billy had been doing the best he could to be comforting to him. He pulled his hand loose from Billy's. Billy was concerned that Bobby might have been bothered by the closeness, but when Bobby put his arm around his shoulder, Billy felt much better - more reassured. Billy and Bobby were still sitting on the bench, close against each other and Bobby had his arm around his younger friend when Rosemary led Michael's mother out into the courtyard. They came into the area through an exit directly from the hospital, rather than walking around from the front as the boys had done. As a result, the two women inadvertently snuck up upon the two boys who were sitting on the bench. All they really saw was Billy resting his head on Bobby's shoulder, and Bobby's arm around Billy's waist. Rosemary leaned over toward Michelle and whispered, "Isn't it sweet how they're comforting each other like that?" Michelle nodded her response. Then she led Rosemary away from where the boys were sitting. Michelle Price knew that her son and Bobby were gay, and lovers, but she didn't know whether or not Rosemary was aware of it. In the back of her mind she wondered if there might be something developing between Bobby and Billy from the scene she had just witnessed. * * * After breakfast with Brandon and his parents, Alex ran next door to grab the backpack he had 'inherited' from Paolo which still contained the remaining sex toys. He was a little nervous about retrieving the backpack from his house and delivering it to Brandon's parents for disposal as they had agreed the night before - there wasn't any good reason for him to be carrying it to Brandon's house this morning, and it would be difficult to explain if either of his parents had seen him and asked what he was doing. Fortunately for him, they seemed to be sleeping in this morning, so no questions were forthcoming. When he got back to the MacMillan's house, he dutifully delivered the backpack to Brandon's parents, who were still sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. While they both appreciated his diligence, they didn't exactly expect the backpack full of sex toys to be turned over to them while they were still seated at the breakfast table. "Um, listen, Alex, why don't you put them into a paper bag instead of that backpack and put them on the coffee table in the living room. Then I'll take care of that stuff later and you can keep the backpack, okay?" "Sure," Alex smiled. Then he grabbed a paper grocery bag from under the kitchen cabinet and started to open the backpack to make the transfer. Brad MacMillan noticed a horrified look on his wife's face, and was sure she didn't want to see what was contained in the backpack. "Alex, why don't you take all that into the other room before you put the, um, stuff into the paper bag?" he suggested. Alex shrugged and did as he was told. After he left the room, Patricia MacMillan looked at her husband and asked, "Why do you think he bought that stuff into the kitchen, to the breakfast table?" "Well, despite the fact that the boys are sexually active, I still think they have a bit of their innocence left, and Alex just didn't realize that we might not want to see what the 'inheritance' from his cousin was," her husband answered. "Are you sure about that?" Patricia frowned, unconvinced. "It's my story, I'm sticking to it," Brad smiled and took his wife's hand in his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. In the living room, as Alex moved the items from the backpack into the grocery bag, he stopped and considered each item. Particularly the large latex penis - he shuddered involuntarily at the thought of this thing penetrating him before dropping it into the paper sack. He might have shuddered more had he known that this monster was made from a mold of the cock of a man Paolo had been having sex with. When he emptied butt plug from the backpack, he gave it a momentary consideration. He recalled the times he and Brandon had used it, even the first time when Paolo had used it on him, and then later on his boyfriend. That was when they had realized that they were truly destined to become boyfriends and lovers. Instead of putting the plug into the bag with the other sex toys, he slipped it into his pocket. There were memories associated with this little piece of plastic, and Alex thought that as long as he and Brandon didn't let their parents catch them with it, that it would be okay to keep it. He was pretty sure that Brandon would agree with him too. There wasn't anything else in Paolo's collection either of them would have wanted to hold onto, so Alex finished moving the various devices, folded the top of the paper bag over so that it was closed and went up to Brandon's room. Brandon was waiting for him there, and got up from the chair in front of his desk to give Alex a hug when he came into the room. He noticed the backpack that had belonged to Paolo in Alex's hand, and that it seemed to be empty when it bumped him as they hugged. After they broke apart, he asked Alex if he had given his parents Paolo's collection of toys as they had all agreed the night before. "Yeah, your dad had me put everything into a paper bag and leave it in the living room. He said he'd get rid of it all later," Alex replied. "You gave them all of it?" Brandon questioned. "All but this," Alex told him, pulling the butt plug from his pocket. Brandon smiled at him. "You know we'll have to be more careful, and not leave it lying around anywhere someone might find it." Alex smiled and nodded, slipping the plug back into his pocket as he did. "We'll use it later if you want to..." Brandon nodded now, silently giving his approval to the plan that was obviously running through his boyfriend's mind. * * * Joey's tickling game with Kyle soon led to both of them being naked, having stripped each other's clothes off, and then rolling and thrashing about on Kyle's bed. Kyle, being the larger of the two, ultimately ended up on top, straddling his boyfriend. He felt the straining erection beneath him press against his perineum, causing a slight bit of pre-cum to seep out from the tip of his penis. He grabbed Joey's arms, extending them over his head and bent down for a kiss. When he did, he released his grip on Joey's arms, but Joey left them stretched out above his head. Kyle took advantage of this when he rose back up after breaking away from their lip-lock. He ran his fingers into Joey's armpits, raising the ante on the tickle game they had been playing, as he knew that this was one of Joey's most sensitive areas. Joey immediately slammed his arms back down to his sides, catching Kyle's fingers as he did. Kyle was caught a little off guard, and sensing this, Joey took the advantage and flipped Kyle over onto his back. Kyle was stunned momentarily by the quickness of Joey's actions. He certainly didn't object to the position Joey had got him into. Especially when Joey slid back down, very intentionally rubbing Kyle's erect penis beneath him. Kyle's erection was pressed against Joey's crack, and Kyle took this as a signal that Joey wanted to be penetrated. Kyle was not wrong in his supposition, and it was only a moment later when Joey rose up just enough so that he was able to grasp Joey's shaft and guide into himself as he sank back down. Kyle was in his own personal heaven as Joey began to move up and down on his dick, the look on his face in the low light of the lamp on Kyle's night table showing Kyle that Joey was enjoying their coupling as much as he was. Kyle was unable to contain his enthusiasm, and was very quickly driving himself upwards into his boyfriend. Joey's movements on top of him seemed almost manic - he was trying to slow the boy above him, riding his dick into a more comfortable rhythm, but Joey's sexual desires had him in an erotic frenzy. It took only a few moments before Kyle and Joey both felt the swelling in Kyle's dick that signaled his impending orgasm. And when Kyle came, it was a powerful burst that Joey felt squirting deep within him. Even when Kyle had seemed to be expended, Joey was still ravenous for more. He wasn't ready for Kyle's dick to leave him, even though it had already expended its load deep inside him. Joey was able to feel that Kyle's dick was beginning to soften inside him, and knew that unless he did something to reawaken it, that it would soon slip free. Joey's fingers moved to Kyle's nipples. He massaged them at first, but soon was twisting and pinching them, stimulating them so that they became hard and pointed up from his chest. Kyle's dick began to respond as well, swelling once more inside Joey. When he felt this, Joey began moving again, more fervently than before, wanting to reach his own climax with Kyle still inside him. And at that he was finally successful. He sprayed his load out on Kyle's chest at nearly the same moment that Kyle came once more inside him. As Joey relaxed and sank back down, lying on Kyle's chest, he joked, "I should start calling you Jesus." Kyle didn't get it at first, and asked Joey what he meant. Joey lifted himself up a little, gave Kyle a quick kiss on the lips and told him, "You just had your second cumming." Kyle reached up and punched Joey lightly and playfully on his chest. "You're probably going to Hell for that," he joked. "You'll be right there with me," Joey told him. "You're sinning right along with me." "Maybe," Kyle admitted, grinning. "We may both be fornicators, but you're the one being blasphemous." Joey dropped himself onto Kyle's chest and kissed him again. "Was not," he said as soon as the kiss had been broken. It was about this time that Kyle's dick had softened enough to finally slip free from Joey. A trickle of sperm followed, leaking out of Joey and slowly running down to drip into Kyle's pubic hair. They did decide that it would be a good idea if they showered before they went to sleep, more importantly for Joey who had to make a brief stop at the toilet before he joined Kyle in the shower. After he slid the curtain closed behind him though, Kyle took a soapy washcloth and began to caress his body with it. He washed Joey's front first, making sure to pay very close attention to his chest, especially the nipples. Then he moved down and washed Joey's genitals. He was very gentle as he did this, yet thorough. This caused a noticeable reaction, and one that Kyle wasn't going to pass up. He turned the two of them around so that the warm spray of the shower would rinse the soap away, then dropped to his knees and took Joey's already nearly hard cock into his mouth. If Joey's dick had been nearly hard before, it really sprang into life, stiffening completely nearly immediately once the head had passed his lips. Joey began thrusting almost at once, and Kyle knew that it wouldn't be long before he was to be rewarded for his efforts. He did put some effort into it too, first going all the way down the shaft until his lips were touching Joey's pubic hair, then he backed off and swirled his tongue around the flanged head and then going back down. He had repeated this maneuver only five or six times when the hand he was gripping and massaging Joey's balls with felt them draw up close to his body. His other hand, clasped around one of Joey's ass cheeks felt the muscles in his ass clench, and he knew it would only be another couple seconds before his boyfriend unloaded. He drove his lips back down the shaft, and stayed there, applying as much suction as he possibly could. It was not unexpected at all when he felt Joey's hips buck, and he was already moving the hand he had on Joey's balls to grip the other butt cheek. It was a good thing he did, as Joey's knees became weak as he pumped vigorously into Kyle's mouth. There wasn't a lot of cum, considering the effort that Joey was putting into the movement of his hips, and Kyle swallowed it down greedily. As he eased back, pulling the throbbing member from his mouth, he took it in hand and slowly jacked it a couple times. When he did this another couple drops of semen appeared at the tip, which Kyle licked off. He didn't swallow those, instead choosing to hold them in his mouth and share them with Joey when he rose back up to kiss him. Ten minutes later they had dried off and were lying side by side in Kyle's bed, drifting off to sleep, very happy and very sated. * * * Doug was happy not to have to share Kelly with Melissa for the rest of the evening when she and her little brother had left the cookout at Kelly's house. Of course, Kelly hadn't been able to find out what it was that had been bothering her all evening either. That bothered Kelly a little as he had told his mother that he was going to try to find out what was wrong. 'Well, it should be obvious that she wasn't willing to tell me,' Kelly thought as he considered what he was going to say to his mother when she asked what he'd found out. He thought she would probably tell him that he should have tried harder to pry the information out of her, but that wasn't the way boys thought, so Kelly hadn't pressed the issue. 'If girls wanted boys to understand them, they should just com right out and say what they're thinking instead of beating around the bush,' he thought. After Melissa and Jason had left, Doug stuck close to Kelly and Kelly's little sister excused herself to do homework and study. The adults were all engrossed in their own conversation, something about a local political issue that the boys weren't at all interested in. It didn't take long before Kelly made their excuses, saying that he and Doug were going to head upstairs to play video games. In truth, what he had in mind were in fact "games," and there was a video involved - a video that he had downloaded from the internet. He didn't think any of the adults would care to know the specifics though - and he certainly didn't want to share them even if he was wrong. When he and Doug got to his room, Kelly shut the door behind them and pressed the button on the knob that set the lock. In the quiet room, the clicking noise it made when he did this seemed quite loud to both boys. Hearing that, Doug turned and smiled at Kelly. In his mind, there was only one reason that Kelly would have locked the door - and he wasn't wrong. "I want to show you this video I downloaded," Kelly said, smiling. He sat down in the chair in front of his computer and quickly browsed through a slew of folders until he had gotten into one that was several levels deep. When he stopped in one where there was only one file present - 'SC_1st-Time.wmv' - Doug watched over Kyle's shoulder as he negotiated his way through the computer's hard drive on his way to where he had hidden the video clip. 'This has GOT to be porn,' he thought - seemingly confirming his thoughts about where Kelly was steering the evening now that they were in his room... with the door closed and locked behind them. When Kelly played the video, Doug was shocked. It wasn't a location he was familiar with, but he damn sure knew who the guys were that were in it. It was Steven and Carson. Two of the guys he had met during the very brief time he had been seeing Kyle. This was a hot video, there was no denying that. He wondered who had filmed it and where. Doug looked down at Kelly in the chair beside him, admiring the bulge that had developed in his shorts. Doug's own shorts had begun to tent out as well, and he was well aware of that too. Almost unconsciously he slipped his hand inside the cloth, first adjusting his tool, but then started rubbing it too. Sensing the motion, Kelly turned to look at him. His eyes stayed planted on Doug's middle, where his hand was massaging his cock. It took Doug a moment to realize where Kelly's eyes were. When he did, he quickly jerked his hand out of his pants and flushed red with embarrassment. Kelly grinned widely, enjoying the horrified look on Doug's face. "So, you want to do what they did?" Kelly asked once the video clip finished playing. Doug's answer was to silently pull his t-shirt over his head and then drop his shorts and step out them - baring his body completely to Kelly before lying back onto the bed. Kelly smiled again as he watched Doug raise his knees, keeping his feet flat on the mattress and spread his legs. "That looks like an offer I can't refuse," he commented, then added, "But they were doing it doggy-style. Doug rolled over, assuming the appropriate position before looking back over his shoulder invitingly. Kelly was already standing beside the bed, quickly stripping off his clothes. He climbed onto the bed behind Doug, pre-cum already beginning to leak from the tip of his dick. He rubbed it into Doug's crack, smearing it around the little pink pucker in the center. There was a lot, but Doug found Kelly's first attempt at penetration uncomfortable. "Do you have anything to use as lube?" he asked, looking back at Kelly. "Yeah, I think I can find something," Kelly answered, stepping back off the bed. He pulled his shorts back on, his raging erection almost obscenely poking the cloth out into a point in front of him. He left the room for a moment, pulling the door shut behind him as he left. When he returned a couple moments later, Doug was still up on his knees on the bed, but was now bent more forward, supporting himself on his elbows. He started to raise back up, but Kelly stopped him, telling him to stay in that position. Doug lowered his head back down, resting it on a pillow that he tugged up underneath him and wrapped his arms around. Kelly had retrieved a small tub of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet in his parents' bathroom, and when he popped it open and began to smear the goop around and into Doug's butt-hole, he got a better idea just how vulnerable a position he was in. He was completely exposed to Kelly and possibly even more open in his backside with his current posture. It wasn't uncomfortable exactly, and Doug did trust Kelly. After all, they had already had sex, and he was ready, willing and able to repeat the act - in fact that was the intention of both boys, there was certainly no denying that. Doug let out a slight gasp as Kelly began to slowly penetrate him with a finger, working the Vaseline into his hole. He went in deep with the digit, working it around inside. When he drew it out there was a familiar emptiness there, but he was sure that wouldn't last long - and it didn't. The finger was soon back with another little smear of Vaseline, but this time Kelly made the penetration with two fingers, not just the one. Doug sighed and pressed back against them, willing them to enter his body. This time, one of them found that magical spot inside him that made him feel so good. When that happened, it caused him to stiffen and lift up just a little from the pillow as he let out a slight squeal. Kelly correctly guessed that Doug was ready, so he withdrew his fingers and made his approach once more, moving in closely behind Doug as he rubbed some of the gel up and down his shaft. He was leaking more pre-cum now than before, and that was going to surely assist as he lined up, holding the stiffness of his swollen penis down, pointing it directly at Doug's rear entry port, almost as if it were a torpedo ready to fire. One hand holding himself in position, and the other on Doug's hip, Kelly slowly worked his engorged head inside, past the tight little ring of muscle right at the opening. Again Doug pressed back against him, drawing him in, wanting to feel that fullness once more. Kelly slid inside, and was soon buried to the hilt. Once fully inside, he paused. He didn't want to start things moving too quickly in case he was causing Doug any discomfort. Doug on the other hand wasn't uncomfortable at all now - in fact he was hungry for further gratification. He wiggled his ass around just a little to try to signal to Kelly that he was ready to go on. Kelly caught on to what Doug wanted and started moving back and forth, slowly at first, then speeding up as they worked themselves into a rhythm they were both comfortable with. - - - Melissa went to her room to pray when she and her little brother got home and he'd finished telling her about seeing Kelly and Doug in the locker room at the club. She couldn't understand how Kelly Tucker, the cute boy she had idolized for so long could have been having sex with another boy. Gay sex was wrong - it said so in the Bible, and she'd been taught that her entire life. The preacher at the church she and her family attended had often been very vocal on the subject, and she certainly believed what he had said - after all, it was the word of God wasn't it? She didn't even catch the apparent contradiction that an otherwise loving God would "hate fags." Instead, like so many others in the congregation, she blindly accepted the word of the preacher. What her little brother had told her had shocked her, and she was deeply disturbed by the revelation. She would have been even more upset if she had known what her brother and his two friends had done following their witnessing Kelly and his friend in the club's locker room, but of course he'd left that part out. He knew how seriously she took what they were taught at church, even if he didn't. As Melissa fell into what would be a very troubled sleep that night, she thought that the Lord answered her prayer - she needed to confront the boy who was corrupting Kelly, leading him away from the path of righteousness. She needed to do whatever it took to drive this demon out of Kelly's life. Then he would see how much she cared for him, and they could finally become the couple she had wanted them to be for so long. - - - Kelly and Doug had worked themselves into a state of sexual ferocity. Kelly was pulling nearly all the way out, and then driving back in, repeating the action quickly over and over again, like a piston in a runaway engine. Finally Kelly's back arched, and he drove down, deep inside of Doug, pausing there and jerking slightly as his seed was planted in the depths of Doug's bowels. He managed a couple more short thrusts after, but then it was done. Kelly was spent, and he leaned forward to collapse onto Doug's back, wrapping his arms around him as he did. They lay together for a few minutes, Kelly on top of Doug, until Kelly finally rolled off. His breathing was just now returning to normal from the elevated level it had been at due to the exertion both boys had been putting into the sex. Doug had dropped down to lie flat on the bed once Kelly had rested himself atop his back once he had cum. Kelly turned his head to look over at Doug and asked, "So, are you ready to do me now?" Doug was not exclusively a bottom, but it was the position he preferred. Still, Kelly offering his ass to him was something that he was not about to pass up. He moved over on top of Kelly, lying there face to face and dropped down for a kiss. Kelly's mouth opened, inviting Doug's tongue inside. It was as if their tongues were in a wrestling match for a few minutes, and when they finally broke apart, Doug raised up just a bit, allowing Kelly to pull his knees back up onto his chest, baring himself to Doug, making himself completely vulnerable to the other boy. Doug reached over to the nightstand by the bed and grabbed the little tub of Vaseline. He swiped some out and began to apply it to the little rosy pucker that Kelly presented to him. Doug really preferred the bottom position, but he wasn't going to deny Kelly something that he so obviously wanted. He worked the Vaseline around Kelly's hole at first, finally starting to penetrate him with a single finger a moment later. Kelly let out a soft moan as Doug slid his finger farther in, working up to his second knuckle. Doug twisted his finger around, bending it a little to tease and play with Kelly's insides. Kelly's reaction showed that he did enjoy what Doug was doing to him. There were more soft moans and a few whimpers - all quite clearly pleasurable. Doug removed his finger to swipe another small dab of Vaseline from the jar before returning his attention to Kelly, this time beginning to work in a second digit. Kelly squirmed a bit, but pressed back as much as he could against Doug's fingers considering the position he was in, lying on his back with his legs drawn up over his chest. One of Doug's fingers finally touched the sweet spot inside Kelly, and he twisted quickly a couple times, letting out an ecstatic squeal as he tried to prolong that feeling. "I'm ready now!" he exclaimed a second later. Doug removed his fingers, drew a little more Vaseline out to coat his shaft, then moved in, guiding his heat seeking love missile toward the port Kelly was now holding open with both hands to receive it. Doug made his penetration slowly, wanting Kelly to get as much enjoyment out of it as possible. When he had sunk himself all the way inside his boyfriend - his lover - Doug paused for a moment, but Kelly had other ideas. He bucked his hips up, trying to drive Doug's spike even farther inside. It was clear to Doug that Kelly wanted it hard and fast. He complied. The boys quickly reached a sexual crescendo, moving together almost as if they were dancers performing some sort of warped, naked, horizontal ballet. Their senses were all concentrated solely on the passionate act of love making going on between them. So much so that the creaking of the bed frame and the headboard bumping regularly against the wall in rhythmic patterns were completely blotted out. Fortunately for Kelly and Doug, Kelly's parents were still in the back yard, and didn't hear the very obvious sounds of sex coming from Kelly's bedroom. Unfortunately for them, Kelly's little sister was not. She was in her own bedroom, which happened to share the wall that Kelly's headboard was bumping against. She was old enough to understand what sex was of course, but at only eight years old, still young enough not to associate the noises she was hearing with it. She tried his door but found it locked, which only heightened her curiosity about what was going on in her older brother's room. The boys' attention was still highly focused on what they were doing - enough that they didn't notice the rattling of the doorknob as Kelly's sister tried to get into the room. Once Nicole realized that the door was locked, she gave up and wandered down into the family room to watch television. She was settled in front of the television on the sofa in the family room when her parents came back into the house, cleaning up after the cookout they had just hosted. Nicole's mother was surprised to find her there as she had excused herself just after Melissa and Jason left to do homework. "Have you finished your homework sweetie?" her mother asked. "No, but Kelly and his friend were wrestling or something in his room and were making too much noise for me to concentrate," she answered, "so I decided to watch TV and finish my homework later." By the time Kelly's mother got to the door to Kelly's bedroom to see what was going on, everything was quiet. She shook her head, and went back to the family room. "It seems quiet enough back there now, so you go finish your homework and I'll have a word with your brother about the noise in the morning." The young girl seemed disappointed that her brother and his friend had calmed down, and she was. She really wanted to watch the television more than she wanted to devote her time to homework, but not so much as she like the opportunity to get her older brother in trouble. - - - Kelly and Doug lay together in the bed, oblivious to anything else that was going on in the house. They were a mess, and so were the linens on Kelly's bed. Kelly knew that he was going to have to wash them before his mother got a chance to see the state they were in. For the moment though, he was happy to be lying in the messy sheets, naked and sweaty with Doug. He really felt truly comfortable with this boy - their arms wrapped around one another. 'We are really going to be stuck together in the morning,' Kelly thought as he fell asleep. Doug was already breathing heavily and regularly, sleeping deeply and peacefully in Kelly's arms. * * * 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.