Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2006 19:07:00 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 09 This is the third story that I've written to completion (assuming that I complete it) and one that I've given a great deal of thought over the last couple years before finally sitting down at a keyboard so others could potentially enjoy it. My first writing was `The House on Lora Avenue' (May 26, 2006) and the second was `Chris and Aaron' (June 01, 2006) which are posted in the High School section. The two main characters in this story are based on a couple guys that I once knew, however everything except their physical descriptions is purely fictional (and Brandon and Alex were not their real names either). So far as I know, these two boys never really did anything at all like what will be described in this story, in fact the boys the descriptions are based on did not even know each other. This story involves sexual situations between teen and pre-teen boys, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this wherever you live or this makes you squeamish, please leave this story/site now and/or move to a place where things like this are acceptable. This chapter also contains a true story of exploration and lost opportunity from my own childhood, for those who are interested in that sort of thing. I don't think it will be hard to pick out. Once again, I would like to thank my good friend, Mike Arram for being my editor and proof-reader on this story, as well as another friend, Dave that has been offering some really helpful assistance. Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used except in the disclaimers at the beginning. This is not meant to imply that I am advocating the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually - please take precautions and protect yourself, there's a lot of shit out there that can kill you or make you wish you were dead. This chapter is dedicated to the college where my auto mechanic's daughter is in school. I feel almost as if I have donated an entire new wing in his name. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged at t_macd@comcast.net. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Nine Michael pulled up in Bobby's driveway and stopped the car, sort of surprised to discover that Bobby only lived two streets over from Paolo. The houses across the street that faced the one where Bobby lived backed up to the beach. He and Bobby had held hands as much as possible during the drive, whenever Michael didn't need to use his right hand to shift gears. They paused, looked over and gave each other a little smile before they got out of the car. Bobby led the way up to the front door and let them both in. As they walked up the cobblestone path to the house, Michael thought the big two-story stone dwelling was very impressive. It was even more so once they got inside, with a polished, white marble floor in the entrance hall, rich wood paneling and thick, plush carpets. At the same time though it had a sterile feel to it, almost as if it were a museum rather than a home. Not one thing looked the least bit out of place anywhere that Michael looked. "Nice place," Michael commented to Bobby as they entered, more because he thought it was the right thing to say than something he really felt. "Thanks," Bobby said as he kicked off his shoes and left them in the entry hall. "Leave your shoes here with mine dude, my `rents are sort of neat freaks. They think if my friends and I wear our shoes in the house that we'll track dirt everywhere." Michael did as he was asked, bending over to unlace his shoes before kicking them off, leaving them with Bobby's and following him barefoot through the house. Michael thought that the plush carpet felt rather nice under his feet as they walked through the house. Bobby took Michael's hand and led him through the family room and out a sliding glass door onto the patio. There was a large rectangular pool in the back yard, which was a little strange to Michael since he was used to the kidney shaped type that most people he knew had. There was a small white building to the left of the pool with a showerhead attached to the outside of the building. "What's that?" Michael asked, indicating the little building. "That's the changing room," Bobby told him. "Mom doesn't want me tracking water through the house after I finish swimming my laps, so I change in there." `Swimming laps, well that explains the nice definition he has,' Michael thought. "So do you swim a lot?" Michael asked. "Every day," Bobby told him and then he added, grinning. "Sometimes when I know the `rents are both going to be gone for a while I'll do my laps nude." "God, I'd love to see that," Michael said in a low, quiet voice, not really meaning to have vocalized that thought at all. He didn't even realize that he had let his thought escape out loud until he saw Bobby's naked butt diving into the pool in front of him. Bobby swam to the other side of the pool, balled up and flipped himself around, kicked off and swam halfway back across the pool where he stopped and stood up in the pool facing Michael. "So, did you really love that?" Bobby asked him. "Nice," Michael told him. "Yeah I loved it, very nice indeed." "So do you want to join me?" Bobby asked him. Michael gave Bobby his answer a fraction of a second after the words had left his lips, dropping his shorts and briefs in one motion before running a few steps and diving into the pool. It didn't give Bobby much of a look at Michael's naked body before he dove into the pool, but it was enough to cause him to go instantly hard. Michael surfaced right in front of him and reached out, putting his hand into Bobby's crotch, feeling his hardness. "Seems like you must have liked what you saw too," Michael said. Bobby grinned up at him and said, "Loved it." He put his hand out and touched Michael's genitals, finding that his dick was almost fully hard. Then he reached up and wrapped both arms around Michael's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. When he did this, Michael wrapped his arms around Bobby, each hand grabbing a cheek and pulling Bobby into him for full body contact during the kiss. He massaged Bobby's ass cheeks with his hands as they kissed. Both boys were now fully hard. A few minutes later, Bobby was sitting on the edge of the pool with Michael standing in the water facing him. Michael's hands were resting on Bobby's wet and shining thighs, gently rubbing them as he admired the boy sitting before him. He looked up and down Bobby's body, adoring every thing that he saw before him. This young geek was quite a surprise physically. Bobby's dick was circumcised, just as his own was, and was about 5½" long. There was a small patch of blondish hair at the base of it. Bobby's balls were smooth and hairless, drawn up tight against his body. There was just a tiny bit of blondish hair under each of his arms and only a few almost invisible light, golden hairs scattered here and there on Bobby's tanned legs. Michael suddenly found that he was unable to stop himself. He had to have this beautiful young boy sitting in front of him. He leaned forward and took Bobby's dick into his mouth, going down deep and taking nearly all of it into his mouth before he had to pull back up. He went up and down a couple more times before Bobby gasped and pushed Michael's head away from his dick, but keeping his hands lovingly on the sides of Michael's face. "Dude, if you keep doing that I am gonna shoot really quick, and I'd really like this to last a while." Bobby knew it wasn't likely to last as long as he wanted though, he felt a tingling all over, but concentrated mainly in his groin - an excitement that he had never known before. Today was the first time someone else had ever touched him in a sexual way, and he had done the same to the cute older boy standing between his legs. And this boy had also taken his dick into his mouth. More than that, what Michael had done was the only time that he could remember in his entire life that someone had touched him in a truly loving way too. Bobby felt sure somehow that he was going to lose his virginity to Michael today, and he wondered what that was going to be like. Nervous did not describe the half of what Bobby felt as Michael wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back into the pool, hugging him tightly into his body. As he did this, Bobby wrapped his arms and legs around Michael, hugging him back in a tight embrace. Michael carried Bobby up the steps out of the pool, his hands supporting him by his butt cheeks, and started toward the house. Bobby suddenly seemed horrified, and Michael set him down. "What's wrong?" he asked. "We can't go in there like this," Bobby said. "Wet I mean. If we track a bunch of water into the house, my `rents will freak. We gotta get dried off first. Come on," Bobby continued, taking Michael's hand. "There's a towel in the changing room." When they got into the changing room, Michael took a large fluffy towel and lovingly ran it all over Bobby's body, drying him completely. When Bobby was dry, Michael started to dry himself, but Bobby took the towel from him and returned the favor. Once both boys were dry, Bobby hung the towel on a hook on the wall, took Michael's hand and led him back inside. When the boys got to Bobby's room, Michael thought that it was the only area in the entire house that looked as if someone lived in it, although it was unusually neat for a fourteen year old boy. There was a queen-sized bed with a large headboard against one wall, and a night stand on each side. Opposite that was a large dresser with a mirror over it and an open door on either side. One led to a bathroom, and the other to a large walk-in closet. These were the only two rooms that Michael saw the any real clutter in, there were clothes lying on the floor in both. The third wall of the room contained two double windows that overlooked the back yard. As Michael looked out over the yard, he noticed that both his and Bobby's shorts were still lying on the concrete deck next to the pool. The last wall of the room had a long table against it that ran nearly the entire length of the wall. This table was completely laden with computer equipment. Michael counted four computers and three monitors spaced out along the table, along with a scanner, two printers, two web cams and a few other things that Michael couldn't identify. There were two chairs in front of the table, one in front of each of the computers that had a web cam attached to it. There were also a few posters pinned up on the walls depicting some swimmers and skaters. Michael noted that all the people on the posters were boys. "Wow," Michael said. "You weren't kidding about being into computers. What are they all for?" "The two in the middle that are hooked up to the same monitor are servers for my network," Bobby started. "The router controls the firewall to keep people from hacking into my systems. The two computers on the ends are both workstations. Sometimes I play games online with some friends, that's why I have two of them." The boys had walked over to the table, and Michael noticed that there were a lot of pictures of kids from their high school lying on the table as well (again, mostly cute guys, but some girls). When Bobby noticed Michael looking at them, he explained what they were before Michael had an opportunity to ask. "I'm on the school yearbook committee, and I do a lot of the layout work here since my equipment is better than what the school has. I also run the school's web site; I usually do that all from here too. The extra workstation comes in handy when the other guys from the yearbook committee come over to work on the layouts too." "The school let's you run its web site?" Michael asked, incredulous. "Yeah, it's part of the yearbook committee," Bobby told him. "Dr. Prescott monitors it, just like he does the yearbook. We have to get any of the big changes approved by him, but minor stuff like pictures from the games and stuff like that he pretty much gives us free reign." What Bobby didn't mention about all the computer equipment was that the two workstations with the web cams were also used fairly regularly to give jack-off performances over the internet. These shows were normally given by two of Bobby's friends, Steven and Carson. Bobby would usually sit on the bed, jacking himself off as he watched the two other boys during these shows. It was only recently that Bobby had worked up the courage to get in front of one of the cameras himself, although he made sure that the lens was carefully angled to keep his face out of the picture. When Michael turned back around, he got a great view of Bobby's cute little ass as he was bent over slightly, pulling the covers back on the bed. When he had finished turning back the covers, he sat down on the bed and looked up at Michael. He patted the mattress next to him with his hand inviting Michael to join him. Michael sat down, their legs touching. "Those cameras aren't on, are they?" he asked. "Of course not, silly. You don't think I would want to broadcast this to the world do you?" "I suppose not," Michael said as he pulled himself all the way up onto the bed and lay back. Bobby pulled himself all the way up onto the bed as well, and lay on his side facing Michael, the lengths of their bodies against one another. Bobby's hard-on rested on Michael's leg, leaving a drop of pre-cum on it as he gently stroked the older boy's chest with his fingertips. "So," he asked, "are we going to do it?" Correctly interpreting Bobby's meaning, Michael answered "I thought you'd never ask. Do you have anything slippery that we can use for lubricant?" Bobby got up and got a bottle of hand cream from the drawer of one of the night stands. "Will this do?" he asked. "I use it when I jack off." "I think so," Michael answered him, and then rolled over onto his stomach. "Squirt some into my crack and start rubbing it in." Bobby was floored. He had thought that this was going to be the other way around. "You mean... You mean you want me to go inside you?" Bobby asked. Bobby couldn't bring himself to use `fuck' or `screw' to describe what they were about to do. "Yeah, don't you want to?" "Of course I do," Bobby said as the first squirt of cream left the bottle. "Are you going to go in me too?" "I will when you're ready sweetness," Michael told him. The truth was that he had never had his dick inside another boy. Paolo was always the sexually dominant one in the relationship they had shared. Paolo had told Michael that he had screwed him first, but Michael had been so drunk he couldn't remember anything of it. Paolo had in fact lied to Michael about that, although Michael had no way to know this. The truth was though; Michael sort of enjoyed his role as the bottom. Bobby had been working the slick cream into Michael's hole for about five minutes, driving Michael absolutely wild the entire time. Finally Michael told Bobby that he was ready. Bobby was ready as well, and guided himself slowly into Michael. This was like nothing he had ever felt, he thought to himself. The tunnel into which he had inserted himself was so warm, so smooth and so tight around his penis that he knew that he couldn't possibly last long before he came. And he didn't. Michael's ass simply sucked him in, and after only four of five thrusts into the older boy, Bobby felt the feelings of the most intense orgasm he had ever felt begin to hit him. Although it felt like much longer to him, his first sex with another boy - something he had dreamed about for a long time - had only lasted about three minutes. Bobby rolled off of Michael after he finished cumming into the older boy. Michael moved over the top of him, and went down for a deep kiss. When they broke apart, Michael asked, "So, how did you like it?" "Oh, I loved it," Bobby told him. "I really loved it." A few minutes later, Bobby had drifted off into a quiet nap, giving Michael time to think... They were pleasant thoughts, often revisited, going back to his childhood. * * * Michael's mind drifted back to that first time he had been naked with another boy. It was in the play house in his friend Jimmy's back yard. It had been built for Jimmy's older sister, but she hardly ever used it any more. Jimmy and Michael had gone out there with a board game that they were going to play that afternoon. Jimmy had been blond too, just like Bobby he remembered. He knew then that he thought Jimmy was cute, but he had never been sure until recently exactly why that was. They were seven years old when it had happened, and friends from school. Best friends maybe, but certainly very good friends. Michael had never played this particular game before and didn't know the rules. Jimmy had explained them to him very simply. You pressed down on this little bulb that would cause two dice to jump inside. Then you would move your piece around the board. Whoever got to the end of the track first was the winner, and the loser had to take down his pants. When Jimmy had lost the first game, he had stood up and dropped his pants, showing Michael his tiny, circumcised penis. Michael didn't even blink as he stared at his friend's naked crotch. He was struck by the beauty of it, although at that time he would not have described it in that way. He did remember though that he was completely unable to take his eyes away from it until Jimmy had pulled his pants back up. "So," Jimmy asked, "want to play another game?" "Sure," Michael remembered saying. He was hoping to get another look at his friend with his pants down. The next game didn't have the same outcome though. Michael had lost, and although he was very nervous about doing it, he stood and quickly lowered his pants, allowing Jimmy to see his `private parts.' He had dropped them quickly to keep himself from chickening out. Then Jimmy suggested that they `compare.' When Michael asked what he meant, Jimmy stood and walked over next to him before dropping his pants. Then he moved even closer, touching their little dicks together. "See," Jimmy had said, "they're almost exactly the same." Michael had thought from time to time what might have gone on to happen that day had his mother not shown up just then to pick him up. He had wanted to go back and play the game again with Jimmy, but before he ever got the chance to bring it up on any of his subsequent visits to Jimmy's house, Jimmy had moved away. He wished he hadn't been so scared to ask Jimmy to play the game again. * * * Michael drifted back to the present. He rolled over onto his side toward Bobby, and gently stroked his stomach and chest. As he did, he admired the beauty of the boy dozing next to him, the boy who had just been inside him a few minutes before. He could admit it to himself now, although he hadn't known how to all those years ago - in fact not until recently - that he thought that there was a true beauty to the naked male form. Michael glanced over at the alarm clock in the headboard of Bobby's bed. It was nearly 6:00, and he knew that he had to get home soon for dinner. Bobby rose up under his hand, and brought their lips together for another kiss. Michael really hated to break the moment, but he knew he had to. His parents had a hard and fast rule about being home for dinner, and he knew it would take him ten minutes to get there. "I have to go right now Bobby," he said. "I really want more of you though, can you do that?" "I really wanted to give you more of me today," Bobby told him back. "I was really surprised that you did what you did. At least I know that you aren't going to just fuck me and leave me I guess." "I wouldn't do that, not to a cutie like you," Michael said. "Cutie? Is that me?" Bobby loved the word applied to him, especially coming from Michael. "So, you'll call me?" "Yeah, I'll call you right after dinner. I have to go now though sweetness." Michael went down the stairs, with Bobby trailing him, staring admiringly at his ass the entire time. As Michael went to pick up his shorts and underwear, Bobby reached down and grabbed the briefs. "I want to keep these," he said. Michael offered no objection. He didn't want to deny Bobby anything, and he really wasn't sure that he could. Michael put his shorts back on without his briefs, then he gave Bobby another kiss and Bobby escorted him to the front door. On his drive home from Bobby's house, Michael felt somehow that he missed Bobby - an empty feeling inside him, inside his soul and his heart. This was something that he had never felt after being with Paolo. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer everyone), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk.