Date: Wed, 1 Jul 2020 20:43:28 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Part of Me Chapter 2 HOLA PEEPS!! THANK YOU for all the feedback you guys sent me ;) It's much appreciated! You're awesome. Wanna chat? As always, my email is liciousryan@gmail.com Stay safe, Ryan PART OF ME CHAPTER TWO "Morning sexy..." "Morning baby...happy fucking birthday! Seventeen, here she comes! Wish I could have been there this morning...hold you in my arms...wake up together...I love you, baby, so much..." "Seriously David ...you're so gonna get laid tonight..." "Don't I know it...listen...you still wanna...you know...do it without protection? " "Fuck yeah. Just remember, if you don't pull out and you get my white ass preggers...dude...you're gonna pay for the abortion!" "I won't do that to my baby girl...see ya later at school. Gotta take a shower and get ready. What...uhm...what are you wearing?" "You really wanna know...nothing at all ..." "That's so not true but I ain't arguing with ya...later baby." David ended the call, placing his arms around the back of his neck and laying back down on the bed. His cock was on fucking red alert as always but both his parents still in the house, there wasn't much he could do about his pulsing teenage hardon. Tonight, little buddy. Tonight you're dipping your little helmet inside that sweet candy ass...I wonder how it will feel without a condom... Another text on his WhatsApp. It was from Mikey, his nest friend. One of two, to be honest, along with Sean. He never wanted to pick sides or favourites. Both were his bro's. Simple as. "I'm hearing that Jill is throwing a party tonight?" David smirked, once more thinking about what was laying in wait for him at that very same party...and started to reply. "Hell to the yeah. You and Lauren coming?" "Dunno. She doesn't really like you or Jill, remember?" "Come on! You're my guy! You can't sit at home when my girl is having her birthday bash! I'll talk to Lauren. Or better yet, get Sean or Kelcee to do it." "Kelcee is coming? Jill hates Kelcee!" "Well, she knows they are important to me because they are dating you and Sean. She's totes cool with it. See ya later, gotta get ready for school!" David plonked his phone on his bedside table and pulled off the yellow pyjama shirt he was wearing before jogging towards his ensuite shower. ** Across the street, at that very moment, there was another boy, aged seventeen, who's cock was also as stiff as a fucking iron board this morning...only it wasn't because a girl had turned him on. Turns out that the window of the room that he could see from inside his own, almost directly, was indeed that of David. Knowing his father was downstairs cooking and baking up a storm, Brandon was flushed with excessive redness in his face as his hand on his 6.5 inch teenage cock was all but a burr. Urgh...the guy was a total dick! He should not even fancy him! But god help me...he was so damn beautiful.. When David ripped his shirt off before disappearing from view...my god...Brandon's cock was like silk inside his sweaty hand...his stomach was heaving up and down at a furious pace. His ripped chest was flexing at every turn. His balls was damn right jangling inside their spermy love pouch. "Yeah you stud. You don't even know I can see ya, do ya? How much I wanna be in there now, sucking you off...getting my hands all over that beautiful as fuck body of yours...hell yeah..." Brandon was beginning to feel his balls getting on to utter boiling point. His whole entire pelvic region was gyrating. His cum was pretty damn imminent. Having had dreams of his sexy new neighbour all night, in where his new arch enemy had managed to fuck him into oblivion at least twice, he was pretty such on animal heat ever since he had woken up and had his eye on the window next door. "Gonna cum...gonna cum all over you...yeah, you smug bastard...real mommy's boy you are...take my cum...take it...you want it? You want my load? Take it you fucking stud...oh my god...that's...shittttt, fuck!!!" His brain told him to move away from the window...his dick was telling him a much, much different story...before he could stop himself, he had blasted and thoroughly coated the lower half of the window he had been staring out of, with potent teenage boy batter...and it just HAD to be about a gallon and THICK as hell... In sheer horror, Brandon held his now spent, cummy dick inside his hand...trembling with desire for David and more importantly...out of the horrendous shock at what he had just sine. The window was smeared with globs of sperm, and it was quickly turning watery...as cum tended to do outside of the body, dripping the hell down the wall beside the window. "Holy ...holy shitballs..." Brandon whispered amazed, the whole thing had disaster writing all over it. But if he thought THAT was disastrous...he isn't seen nothing yet. His dad knocking on the bedroom door was a mere formality. "Brandon? Son? I heard screaming, are you okay?" CRAP! HOW DID HE MAKE SUCH A NOISE?? "Dad, don't come in, I'm not dressed!" Half truth, but still. Better than his father seeing cum dripping from his window. My god. Imagine. "Okay, pal! I'm in the kitchen if you need me!" "Weird...what's that supposed to mean..." Brandon wondered out loud as he grabbed a dirty t-shirt from his floor and tried his best to do some damage control on the window...damn, it could LITERALLY be seen from outside! What was he thinking? Although not a loner, Brandon still had fewer friends than the average seventeen year old. He was never one for having parties or drinking alcohol until he passed out. Even the few times he did go out with friends to a club or to anything outdoors, he would wish he could be home with a good book. "I'm such a loser..." he whispered sadly, seeing David emerge from what had to be a shower, in his room across the road. "What's that guy doing to me...look at that body...it's fucking perfect..." he whispered more to himself than to anyone else. The rainbow coloured wristband on his arm shone in the morning sunshine as he continued wiping the window clean. It always has to be the biggest jacks who looked the best. Sigh. Two years ago as he finally came out, it didn't take long for some of his fellow gay classmates to take an interest. Brandon knew he was blessed with more good looks than the average teenage boy...but that didn't help much as both his two boyfriends ended up cheating on him eventually, citing what he had already knew...he was too boring...too shy...too everything. Such was life, and Brandon made a promise to himself when he turned sixteen...the next time he allowed a guy into his life...that guy was gonna be THE ONE. No more hurt. No more pain. No more crushed hearts and shattered souls because he believed something was too good to be true. The window was finally clean. He had to get ready for school. A final glance towards David's room...the boy was now dressed in his school uniform. Yeah...it was gonna be a loooong ass day... ** "You're inviting the new kid? The one who had just moved in opposite me?" "Oh, did he? Marvellous! So then I'll leave him to you and..." "No, Jill! I ain't wanting that faggot anywhere near me!" David regretted the words as soon as he said them. Jill dropped her pen and stared at her boyfriend in sheer disbelief. "You asshole! You know everything we had been through with Seth and you DARE say this to me?" "I didn't mean your brother is a faggot..." "Then what is he, David? Seth is gay! Is he a faggot too? In your eyes? Fuck man, I don't believe you. Screw you!" Jill hissed as she grabbed her lunch and stormed off, leaving David helpless, all alone and utterly devastated. He spotted Brandon a little further off, adjusting his backpack on his way into class...he too stood up and took a final sip of his Cherry Coke...throwing the empty can into the trash, and he decided that he could at least do what Jill asked...since he had hurt her feelings so terribly and all. "Hey, new kid! Hold up!" "I have a name, you know," Brandon said as he stopped, careful not to give away how insanely attractive he found the boy standing next to him. "Yeah...Randy...Randall...?" "Brandon." "Was gonna say that next! Anyway, my girlfriend Jill said she wants to invite you to her birthday party tonight. If you wanna come that is...don't feel like you have to...I mean ...you're new and all, you'll maybe feel out..." "God, you're so transparent!" Brandon said as he rolled his eyes in sheer frustration. "Uhm.. Is that a compliment or..?" "Forget it. You could have said you don't want me there in the first place. I'd have understood, she's your girlfriend. But now...game on, homie. See how much you like a faggot at your shin dig tonight." "Wait just a fucking second! I didn't say you're a fa...I mean..." "Fag...got...yeah, I heard ya a few minutes ago. Nice to know my neighbour's not a homophobe." "I just can't win with you. You know how I've always wanted a friend who lived close to me? Sean and Mikey, they live on the outsides of town! I have to get my dad to drive me there every time we wanna get together and go shoot some shit. You know how that feels? Just once...once...I was hoping for a dude my age to do stuff with. Now its happened...and it just had to be YOU!" Saliva from David's mouth ended up missing Brandon's cheek by a mere whisker. The latter boy took a deep breath. David was really upset, this was no joke or boyish school prank. This was real. Real emotion, real meaning to the words. "David, I'm...I guess I'm sorry...I..." "Save it. Come to the party, don't come to the party...I don't give a shit. Heads up...Jill likes playing sex games. Spin the bottle, Truth or Dare, and that kinda shit. I don't think Sean or Mikey would wanna french you." David took once last look at the boy before him and walked off. Something inside of him just seemed to...I dunno...explode every damn time he was near Brandon. He hadn't forgotten what had happened to him in Business Class when he first saw Brandon (chapter 1) and it literally still scared him half to death. Even today...there was something deep, deep inside him that, even though he was as straight a boy as they came...how he desperately wanted to...somehow...comfort Brandon. If only to place an arm around his shoulders. To actually...touch him. David shook his head. He wasn't gay. Couldn't be. Never have been, and never will be. These insane thoughts about Brandon has to stop. He wasn't used to seeing a boy and feeling all this crap...and it stopped right here and now. No more. ** "Dear Lord, but don't you think that amount of aftershave is a bit...much?" Brandon looked over towards his father as he checked himself in the mirror. Dunno who he was actually making an effort for...hopefully there was a few hot guys at Jill's party. Wearing his rainbow wristband, no one would be under a false pretence where he was concerned. He closed his eyes as he smelled the overload of the aftershave. His big brother Patrick's. Damn. He knew he was going way OTT on this one. "Can't do much about it now, there's no time. Dad, can I drive myself over there? It's nothing personal, but...you know..." His father nodded and placed a hand on the shoulder of the boy that he loved, so very much. From the very first moment he had taken him from his biological parents and brought him home to where he had been for the past seventeen years. He did it with Patrick, and now with Brandon. And after Brandon turns eighteen next year, he'll do it again. Find a neglected baby, take them from their ungrateful parents, and raise the child with love and devotion. More that the actual parents ever would. As the man looked his "son" over, he thought back to that fateful rainy, and stormy day when he had seen Brandon's biological father struggle to even change his nappy inside the men's toilet in the park. He knew...he had to save him from a worse fate. In Patrick's case, eighteen years before, he had seen first hand how his mother was an utter drunk who had left little Patrick unattended for several nights. Rescuing Patrick from that woman turned him into the hot shot lawyer he was today. A man with a bright future and a stunningly beautiful wife. None of that, nor the happiness of Brandon in front of him would have been impossible if he hadn't taken them from their parents. He'll do it again. In a heartbeat. No problem. He smiled warmly at Brandon. "Let me guess, son. You wanna take the car because your old man is literally...too old to be seen with?" "Dad..." "Pal, it's more than fine. Take the car and have a good time. I know you're seventeen...but try and be home before eleven? Its still a school night." "Dunno if I'll even stay that long. I'm just going to spite the jerk across the street," Brandon said, touching up his floppy dark black hair. "Ooooh. I see. The same jerk who you have an eye on?" his father smirked, teasingly. "Who even says `eye on' anymore...get with the program, old man! Love ya" said Brandon as he lovingly kissed his father and left the house. On his way to the garage, where the car was parked, he heard somewhat of a commotion going on next door. "What do you want me to do, David? I have a late meeting! I can't drive you there!" "Bullshit! If you had allowed me to get a driver's licence like every damn kid my age has, we wouldn't be in this situation! I'm seventeen and I'm not allowed to drive! Just cause you're sooo worried I'll end up like dead Jonathan..." "David! Watch your mouth! Be thankful you're here and safe unlike him! Look...there's that nice boy across the street...didn't you say he's going too? Can't he give you a lift?" "Don't you dare ask him..." "Brandon! Over here!" "Kill me...kill me now..." David murmured as his mother quickly tip toed across as the road as Brandon was reversing his car out of his driveway. He clenched his teeth and jogged after his mother. "...you couldn't possibly give David a lift? His dad will come and pick him up later, it's just impossible to take him now. I'll give you money for gas?" From the moment Brandon had met David's mom, he had felt a warm, beautiful person inside her tough exterior. Make no mistake, she was still frightening, but he sensed, in some way, that her actions was good and out of tremendous love for her son. "Its really no sweat, bro. I can walk..." David still tried to get out of it. Well, well, well. I'm already going, just to spite him. Might as well turn it up a notch. "No problem, Mrs Connelly. It's all cool. And I'm going myself, so no need for gas money. David, get in!" Jackie Connelly walked over to her son, and gripped his arm, tightly, looking him sternly in the eyes. "I know your game plan. You're seventeen, and I can't stop you. But for the love of God...wear a condom!" she whispered loud enough so only David could hear her. David was way too flabbergasted that his mom seemingly knew he was as having sex with Jill, that he lost sense of speech. It was only his body, not his mind and soul...that was walking towards the passenger side of the car and getting inside, his eyes still bulging. Brandon wanted to crack a silly joke to relief the tension...but he somehow knew, looking at David's shocked body language, that perhaps it wasn't the time. He drove out into the street, and left the house, both boys in silence. ** "Your mom keeps a good grip on you, huh?" Brandon tired to make conversation as they were two blocks away from Jill's house according to the GPS. "What...oh...yeah, I guess. It's all because of my brother that she's like this." "Really? I didn't know you had a brother?" Brandon said, keeping his eyes firmly on the road. Wonder if the brother is as hot as David himself... "I don't. Not really. He was kidnapped when he was just a month old." Brandon's eyes flickered towards David. Damn...that couldn't have been easy to grow up with! Poor guy. Still...he didn't have to be such a damn asshole all the time. "I'm sorry to hear that, man. They never found him? Or heard anything?" David checked his phone, and he had a WhatsApp message from Jill asking where he was. He quickly typed a response. "New kid is giving me a lift. Be there soon." "No, we didn't hear anything ever again. That's why my mom acts like she does. To her, I'll always be a baby. If I stump my toe, she'll run me to the hospital. " "Can't be that bad..." Brandon smiled as he saw Jackie Connelly in his mind's eye. "You wanna bet? Listen new guy..." "...it's Brandon..." "Whatever...look, I'm grateful for you giving me a lift here but...just ...don't hang around me that much tonight...I'm not being rude but..." "David. I get it, okay? You don't like gays. I'll keep away, no need to tell me twice. I'll know my place, like a good little faggot. Done." David saw the hurt, the pain, the damnation on Brandon's beautiful face...oh my god, what? God...not again! Why did the word "beautiful" suddenly come into his thoughts? He only asked this because of these...STUPID and confusing feelings he felt for Brandon! He didn't mean to hurt him! He felt really guilty...and a right prat for saying what he did. He knew gays had a tough time out there, even in this day and age. He saw the steely eyed determination inside Brandon`s turquoise blue eyes...funny that he had never realised they both had the same eye and hair colour. They even styled it, pretty much the same way, with slight differences here and there. "Brandon..." "WHAT?" "I...I didn't mean..." "Let's just get you to your girlfriend's house, okay? Maybe you'll feel better then, than inside a car with the local gay boy." David sat back in his seat, guilt racking his brain and his heart. He was the reason...he was at fault for Brandon being on the verge of tears right now. Hiding it well, but it was still there. I guess...some people just weren't meant to get along...he thought, sadly. ** Nearly every kid in attendance was drunk as a fucking skunk, around after ten a clock that night. As much as Brandon had tried not to get drunk, he had a feeling someone, somehow had to have slipped alcohol in his fruit juice because he was feeling the effects...man, oh man. He felt like he was flying. Out of reach and into space. Like he would ever have to worry about anything ever again. Free as a bird. Spreading his wings and souring into the night sky... "Okay! Listen up! I'm the birthday girl and I say...time for...SPIN THE BOTTLE!" A roar of agreements could be heard as the teenagers all filled up their cups and once more, drank until they couldn't see straight that much anymore. Jill was organising the eight of them who still remained behind into a circle and got one of the empty Jack Daniels bottles they had consumed into her hands. She solemnly placed it on the floor in the middle of the circle, and careful not to fall over inside her current state, sat the fuck down, with the help of Mikey next to her. "Right! Birthday girl spins first!" Jill hissed excitedly and gave the empty bottle a massive twirl. Round and round it spun until it landed on Kelcee. Everyone was deadly silent, it was almost on the verge of being awkward. They all knew that Kelcee and Jill couldn't stand each other, where as David and Sean, in turn was best friends. "Uhm...can she spin again?" Sean finally whispered, his ass full of alcohol. "No. No! I'll do it. Unless Kelcee is too much of a coward..." Jill said, evil spread across her face. "I'm game for everything, bitch!" Kelcee slurred, the vodka doing its job. The rest of them watched in amazement as both Jill and Kelcee were locked in a super ass smooch, that made a kissing booth look like a kindergarten concert. Mikey, Sean, David...even Brandon watched them with open mouths, the way the two enemies were snogging each other's lips off. As they finally separated, Brandon had to be the one boy there, who didn't have an erection. David, especially in his drunken state, seemed to be pretty hard and pretty big down there, much so that he didn't even try to hide it. A door slammed shut and within a few seconds after in walked a handsome older dude that was literally, the male version of Jill. "Seth! Aren't you supposed to be at college?" Jill said as she struggled to stand up, eventually giving up and falling on her hands to the snickering of everyone. "No way was I gonna miss this! I love your parties!" he said, in a totally camp way. Clearly gay and already casting his eyes over the likes of Mikey and Sean...eventually landing on Brandon. "SWEET LORD! Who's this hottie?" he slurred excitedly and plonked himself down next to an nervous Brandon. "Doesn't matter! You wanna play?" Jill screamed, top of her voice. "Fuck yeah! Wanna get my lips on this one..." Seth whispered to Brandon, his fingers gliding over the rainbow wristband on the latter's arm. ** Until it was nearly eleven, and most of their parents had come to fetch them as they were too drunk to drive, the bottle had still not managed to land, miraculously, on Brandon as it was spun numerous times. David held his breath every time he had had to spin, thank god it fell on ether Jill, Kelcee or even Lauren. At one of Jill's previous parties over the last few years, he had to kiss Mikey once...both of them nearly puked after they were finished, the minute couldn't end quick as fuck enough. He supposed he could kiss Seth...if he had to. The dude's lips almost looked like a woman's, what, with the sheer amount of lip gloss the fucker wore. Sometimes it was very hard not to use the word "faggot" when talking to, and about Seth. The guy was as camp as day. He could still tolerate gay guys like Brandon, who despite that he was into guys, he didn't ACT gay. If you didn't know him, you'll never guess it. But with Seth...no chance. Gay as fuck. He saw the bottle land on Brandon for the first time that night. The poor guy looked like he was gonna piss himself. But then he saw who had rolled the bottle in the first place...none other than Mikey. "Jill...come on...I can't do this..." Mikey seemed to snap out of his drunken state faster than you could say "gay kiss". "Listen here, buster! I had to kiss Kelcee for fuck sake! So be a man, grow some balls and kiss the new guy!" Jill said, downing another shot of vodka. Brandon himself, didn't mind. Mikey was hot. Seriously hot. Not as hot as David though...but one can't pick and choose your luck when it comes to you. "You know Brandon is gay, right?" Seth smirked towards Mikey, making everything already worse than it was. "You know what...I'm not gonna force someone to do what they don't wanna..." Brandon felt he had to say as Mikey shot him a thankful look. "Do it...or no sex tonight..." Lauren said, looking straight at Mikey, her boyfriend. The crowd hissed and smirked. More shots were downed. Mikey sat up, wiped his eyes and his mouth, and grabbed a confused Brandon's arm and pulled him towards him. "Sorry bro, I wanna get laid later..." was all he said before he PLUNGED his lips onto Brandon's. The two boys stood in the middle of the circle kissing slowly, Brandon putting in more of the effort, clearly, as Mikey simply was doing it to please Lauren. Brandon loved the feeling of the handsome boy's lips on his, even if he knew Mikey was doing it against his will. It still counted as a snog. And he was loving it. The minute was up, and not a second later, Mikey released him. Wiping his lips, he gobbled down another shot of vodka, before kissing Lauren like she was the last woman on earth. "Gotta say, new boy...if I was gay, I'd kiss you all day!" Mikey laughed and so did the rest of the crowd. All except...one kid. Brandon was still licking his lips in his unknown drunken state, when his eyes fell onto David's. David was the only kid there ...who looked like he could commit murder at that moment. He seemed to glare at Brandon, his face bright red and his eyes blood shot. Brandon saw how David deflected his eyes over to Mikey, again, with a murderous look in his eye... Was...nah...David couldn't have been...jealous of that kiss he had with his best friend? Could he? Brandon sat down, and the bottle fell to him. "Try and get it to land on me, sexy..." came the words of an horny drunken Seth next to him. Brandon shuddered. He knew he shouldn't have come. He twirled the bottle in no particular speed and fashion. Round and round it twirled until it abruptly stopped...and there was a slight gasp of shock from Jill. The empty bottle of Jack Daniels was pointing straight ... ...at David. ** "No. No...no!" David whispered under his breath. The whole fucking night he had tried to get the obscene thoughts he had in his head about how handsome and how beautiful Brandon had looked since he had seen him back at home, and that's exactly why he had told the kid to keep away from him...it wasn't that he was being rude or a jerk...he didn't for the life of him know why he found Brandon...a FUCKING BOY...so attractive. It freaked him out to a sheer point where he just downed every single drink he saw before him. He knew, that with enough alcohol, he would eventually forget about Brandon. Didn't work. Not even a little. And now...oh god... ** The man who had stolen Brandon from his biological parents sat inside his living room back home, carelessly reading a cooking book, with a cup of warm coffee and a muffin. His boy should be home soon. He said, eleven. Without a worry in the world. He didn't realise that his actions, seventeen years ago, was about to have two twin brothers committing...INCEST...without either of them even realising it. ** "KISS HIM! KISS HIM! KISS HIM!" the remaining of the kids were chanting as both David and Brandon, reluctantly stood up and faced each other. Their first meeting was a disaster. Their relationship even worse. They didn't like each other at all. They had been mortal enemies since they met. Now...they were being forced to kiss. Brandon, who had been attracted and been drawn to David from the very beginning, was doing all he could not to reveal to everyone how he really felt about the stunningly beautiful boy before him. He willed himself not to get hard at the mere thought of what's gonna have to happen. David, having had his brain and his body betray him in the worst way possible ever since laying eyes on the new kid, was in turn, doing all he could, to get up the nerve to actually kiss him. The boy was...is there a word for calling a dude, beautiful? With his dark black hair, very much like his own, flopping over his face...his solid built body...his smile...lord...forgive me... "Y'all gonna kiss or what? I had to!" Mikey said, as he held Lauren in his arms. David looked at Brandon...eye contact was finally made. "Let's just...get this over with, okay?" he whispered so only Brandon could hear him over the music. Brandon didn't say anything back, he merely nodded. Slowly, at that. Two mouths. Two faces. Two sets of lips were drawn to each other closer and closer. Brandon almost couldn't breathe...David smelled sooo good! David was cursing his damn brain out...letting him think this boy before him, was the most sexiest person, human being, fuck gender, that he had ever seen... A moment in time. Lips touched. Breaths were held. And suddenly, all nerves were gone. Brandon pulled David into him as much as he could, the crowd cheering them on. David felt the boy's arms encircle his body with so much passion and strength, that he forgotten what he was supposed to be doing. His hormones were all over the place. He was full of vodka, testosterone were rushing from him, he couldn't help himself! With a soft moan, desperate for resonance, he touched the side of Brandon's face with his hand, softly caressing his skin. He deepened the kiss to the pint where Brandon had opened his mouth and he had slipped his tongue into David mouth. Both boys seemingly forgot that there were other kids surrounding them...they were lost inside each other arms and thoughts. Neither could believe it was actually happening...and yet, it was. Tongues searched and found each other, David felt Brandon's hand run through the hairs at the back of his neck...pushing him closer and closer into sexual ecstasy...with a roar from his throat, he pulled Brandon even closer to him. Something otherworldly had taken over his senses. He didn't care who was watching. He was literally on fire. Just as he was about to lean down and bury his warm face inside the crook of Brandon's elegant neck... "TIME!" The room exploded with thunderous applause as the two boys finally, slowly, reluctantly, separated. Both boys knew...as they stared at each other in sheer horror...and neediness...they read and sensed it in each other's eyes...neither really, truly wanted to stop... Jill pulled David from Brandon's grasp and hugged him in front of everyone. "This ya'll, this is a guy who knows how to please his woman! You're sooo getting lucky tonight!" She shouted in glee as the crowd began to drink once more, as if they hadn't had all night. David wasn't looking at his girlfriend. He couldn't for the life of him, take his eyes of Brandon. The new kid. In turn...Brandon was like a statue, his lips tingling. He slowly reached up and touched his lips...he couldn't believe it actually happened. Both sets of turquoise eyes refused to leave that of the other. It was like pure male sexual magnetism had refused to listen to their reasoning. Finally, common sense seemed to return to Brandon, as he shook his head, closed his eyes, and walked out of the house and into the garden, in desperate search for fresh air. ** "What happened in there?" Brandon turned around and saw Seth coming towards him. He groaned inwardly...anything but a sermon now... please? "Nothing. We played the game. Nothing more," he said, picking his words carefully. Seth stood next to him and he lighted up a cigarette. Breathing in some much needed nicotine, he watched as if in awe as he puffed out smoke and it glided towards the skies. "Didn't look like nothing to me. Brandon...take it from me. If you want something, especially, us gays, then we have to fight for it. No two straight guys kiss each other like you two did in there, and not have more in mind." "Look, even if I did...like David...which I totally don't...but saying I did, the guy's not gay! His dating your sister!" Seth took another puff and breathed out. "Don't our feelings count? Just because we're gay? I've never seen anything like it, and I've had my share of boys, believe me. To be honest...I wanted you in my bed the moment I saw you. And I had high hopes, even after you kissed Mikey. But after seeing you and Pretty Boy David...that's some hardcore shit which even I can't compete with." Long after Seth had stopped talking both of them had just seemed to accept the comfortable silence. Enjoying the cold wind that had suddenly picked up after all that time outside Jill's home. "I gotta go, the dorms have curfews. Sucks to be me, right?" Seth said and stumped out his cigarette. "Look, you seem like a great guy...and if you really wanna do something about it...I saw David go upstairs with my sister a while ago. They should be done about now, the way I know her. Talk to him. See what he says. I think you owe that to yourself..." Seth finished as the door bell rang deep inside the house. "I'll get it on my way out," Seth said as he walked away back into the house. Brandon looked down at his watch. FUCK! It was nearly eleven! He quickly jogged back into the house, just in time to see Seth allow a man, appropriately in his mid thirties, to enter the house. "David! There you are!" What? The man was coming over to him pretty quickly, and Brandon took a few steps backwards... "David...? Oh! Sorry...wow, I'm such an idiot...the light in here is so bad, I could have sworn you were my son!" So this was David's dad. Wow. How the fuck did both David and his father get these kinds of good looks, all in one family? So unfair! The man was a total DILF! "I think he's upstairs, Mr Connelly. I'll go see if I can find him," Brandon replied, knowing he had to talk to David before going home, otherwise he would never get to sleep tonight. ** He had heard David before he saw him. He knew what was happening inside that room. Everyone had to know. They weren't exactly being quiet. He had to see. Maybe if he saw it with his own two eyes...he'd forget what happened tonight, between them. The door wasn't quite closed. He could hear Jill shrieking and she was way out of breath. It's a miracle that he and Mr Connelly didn't hear anything downstairs. He peeped around the door...and there he was. The object of his desire. The guy he had this...enormous crush on...the same kid he had kissed so passionately and so deeply, so full of emotion, it would have made a grown man cry. He watched as David's powerful and strong teenage body was fucking his cock inside of Jill, who was facing away from him. Suddenly, as David was still busy fucking his girlfriend...he looked in the direction of the door...and saw Brandon watching him. Neither boy said anything. Images of what happened half an hour ago was playing through both their minds. Even David had to admit...he had never, ever been kissed like that by anyone...ever! In turn, Brandon's eyes couldn't look away...he saw the body he so desired, naked, thrusting into his girlfriend...it was dark inside the room, with only the moonlight shining in, and thus couldn't see the boy's hard penis... Seeing Brandon sparked a fire, a cracker, a jackhammer inside David's teenage heart. He began to fuck Jill harder, stronger, with more effort and much more riveted action. Jill's eyes were closed in sheer ecstasy...otherwise she would have seen that her boyfriend hadn't looked at her ONCE since he had seen Brandon's face appear around the door frame. And then it happened. Neither David or Brandon couldn't explain it. The arrangement David had with Jill...fucking her bareback and pulling out before he came...that all went to jack shit. David had his orgasm. Inside Jill. He spurted sheer mountains and goblets of virile, seventeen year old ball batter into the pussy of his girlfriend. His eyes never left that of Brandon. It was all quiet as hell, as both teenagers finally came to their senses. And with that, Brandon knew it was time to go. He knocked on the door, having to keep pretence in front of Jill. "Yeah? Who's there?" "Jill, it's Brandon. Just wanna say that David's dad is downstairs!" "Shit! Get dressed!" he could hear Jill shriek, but he wasn't interested. He walked back down the stairs and saw that Mr Connelly was still patiently waiting on his son. "He's just coming," Brandon said as he tried to get out the house as quick as he could. "Thanks, Kid. Hey...have I seen you somewhere before? You one of David's friends? God, you look so familiar...?" "Me and my dad moved in across from you guys. Maybe you saw me there..." Brandon said, disinterested. "Yeah, must be. You okay to get home? " Kyle Connolly asked. "Yeah, got my dad's car. See ya." ** Arriving home, Brandon sat in his dad's car for a while. It was already after eleven. He didn't care. What...the fuck...happened tonight? He knew what he saw. And experienced. The seemingly straight David Connelly kissed him. He kissed him like he MEANT it. With Mikey, you could feel he was just doing it to please Lauren. But not David. His chest was filled with warmth as he saw the boy in his mind. Stop this, Brandon. Stop this. Stop it now! You're only gonna get hurt. Big time. ** After Kyle had put a very drunk, very hyper David to bed, his eyes fell on the old photo frame that had been inside their living-room for ages. They still had many photo's of the twins as infants, but this particular one, was very special to his heart. He was cuddling with the two small boys, on his and Jackie's bed, holding each one in his arms. Over the years, he had began to accept that both himself and Jackie would never know what had really happened to Jonathan. All he could still remember after all these years of that day, was changing the baby boy in the toilets, making a right mess of things as usual, before everything went pitch black. He had never regained his memories. "Jonathan...forgive me, my boy...I hope you're safe...if you're out there. Daddy loves you..." he whispered, sighing, before switching off the lights for the night. THANKS FOR READING!! The twins have kissed! Now what? Brandon/Jonathan is clearly attracted to David...but will David even remember what happened?? Lemme know if you enjoyed it xx liciousryan@gmail.com