Date: Sat, 03 Apr 1999 13:55:25 +0000 From: "K. Neil" Subject: Finding Brandon Lindy looked across the road at the moving van. The old Macdougal house had been empty since that cranky, old woman had died two years ago and now there was someone moving in. Neighbors would be cool. Living out here in the country it was always nice to have someone close, at least that's what his mother had said when he had announced earlier that the van had arrived. "Just think, Lin, new people to meet. Maybe there will be a boy around your age and you can finally get out from under my feet all the time." She smiled down at him and ruffled his soft, blonde hair. "What if they don't? They're probably some old people." "Oh, don't say that. Go on. Go outside. I have to mop in here and I don't need you making tracks." Mom said as she shooed him out the back door. Now sitting on the back stoop just waiting to get a glimpse of the new neighbors Lindy felt a little excited. He began to daydream about the new friend that would live across from him and how much fun it would be to have someone to do things with. He was so far into his own mind that he almost didn't notice the tall, slender boy walking toward him. "Hey...Hey..." The boy yelled as he came into Lindy's yard. "You live here?" Surprised at the interruption Lindy only stared at the boy. The young boy was now standing only ten feet from Lindy. "Oh, hey...yeah. You moving in over there?" "Yeah. What a dump. I'm Brandon." The boy extended his hand to shake. "Hi" Lindy said shaking the boy's hand "I'm Lindy." "Hey, I gotta go back over and help Dad do some stuff. Is it okay if I come back later?" Without waiting for an answer Brandon hurried off across the yard toward his new home. Lindy just stared after him. Cool, he thought. Finally someone that I can do stuff with. "He seemed nice." Mom said from behind the screen door. "Yeah, his name's Brandon. He said he'd come back later." Lindy could not help but smile as he went into the house. Just as Lindy and his mother sat down to dinner there came a knock on the screen door. Lindy got up and answered the door. It was Brandon. "Hey, what's up?" Lindy asked opening the screen to allow Brandon to enter the house. "Just came over to see what you were doin'. I didn't mean to come at dinner. Should I come back later?" "No, honey, you're okay. Would you like something to eat?" Mom offered with her usual smile. "No, ma'am. I just ate. Thank you, though." "My, my, how polite. Here that Lindy? Do you know those words?" Mom smiled at the two boys and then sat back down to her dinner. "You can go if you want, son. I'll warm it up for you later. Show Brandon here around the place." "Thanks, Mom." Lindy ran around the table and kissed his mother on the cheek and then he and Brandon ran out the door. During the next few days they did everything. Brandon had a cool go-cart and they built a trail through the woods that were in front of Lindy's house. They would ride for hours. They played games, rode their bicycles, swam in the pond, just about anything that they could do, they did. They had become instant friends. It was like that had known one another forever. "You two seem to be getting along pretty good." Mom had commented once earlier in the week. It was now Saturday night and Lindy and Brandon had been running and romping all day outside. Brandon stayed for dinner as he had on several nights since he had been here. "Hey" Lindy said at the dinner table "Can Brandon stay over?" "I don't see why not. He has to ask his parents." Mom said motioning to toward the door. The two boys ran across the street and within minutes were back with a fully packed backpack for Brandon. "Now, he'll have to bunk with you, Lin. Is that okay, Brandon?" "Yes, ma'am. That's okay." "So polite. You should teach Lindy some of those manners some time." Mom walked out of the kitchen. "This is so cool. I've never had someone stay over before, have you?" Lindy asked not able to control the excitement in his voice. "I used to stay at a friend's sometimes back in Seattle, but Mom would never let anyone stay at my house." "Oh, so what do we do?" "Where can I put my stuff?" Brandon asked hefting the backpack over his shoulder and throwing it at Lindy. "Here, follow me." Lindy started down the hall leading Brandon to his room. "Cool room." "You think? I put all the models together myself." Lindy stated with pride. "Really? You must really like airplanes. These are cool." "I'll just put your bag in the closet." All night the boys horsed around. Wrestling, jumping on the bed, whatever they could find to do. When ten o'clock came Mom informed them that it was time for bed. They both put on their pajamas, brushed their teeth and snuggled into Lindy's twin bed. Mom turned out the lights and they were left in the dark. "Were you ever scared of the dark?" Brandon asked. "No, were you?" Lindy rolled over so that he was facing Brandon. "Yeah, when I was a kid. I used to sleep with a night light. What a baby, huh?" "No, it's cool. You're not scared now are you?" Lindy was trying to stifle a laugh but was having a problem doing so. "Hell no. I said I was." Lindy jumped at Brandon and let out a guttural growl, trying to scare him. All he succeeded in doing was making Brandon put his arms out defensively and punch him in the eye. Lindy lay back and held his eye with his right hand. Feeling bad for hitting him but unable to control his laughter, Brandon tried to offer his apologies. Instead of being mad Lindy decided to launch a surprise attack. He jumped up off the bed and on top of Brandon, catching him by surprise. Lindy began to try to wrestle with the boy that was under him. Brandon on the other hand could not stop laughing long enough to do anything at all except laugh. During the course of the laughter fit/wrestling match Lindy's hand grazed Brandon's groin. Lindy couldn't help but notice that Brandon had an erection. Without even understanding what was happening Lindy realized that he too was getting excited by the close contact of their bodies. Brandon had stopped laughing when he felt Lindy's hand touch him. He didn't know why, but he did now that he was excited by all the touching that he and Lindy were doing. He has never before thought of another boy in a sexual way, but as Lindy let his hand graze him again he knew that he wanted more from Lindy than a wrestling match. Lindy couldn't help himself, he just had to touch it again. He wanted to feel the hardness of what lie just beneath the thin layer of cotton. He allowed his hand to brush across the mound one more time. He looked up at Brandon and could see that he had noticed. What would he do? Would he think he was a queer? To Lindy's surprise Brandon didn't move, he didn't say anything, but instead pressed his hard dick into Lindy's hand. What was happening? This story, as the other one, will continue for a few chapters. I hope that you have enjoyed the first part of this and I hope you will be awaiting the rest. Please feel free to e mail me and tell me what you thought. Finding Brandon II The following morning found Lindy a little confused. The events of the previous evening played like a slide show through his mind. He had enjoyed the feel of Brandon's cock in his hand, but had Brandon really enjoyed it? When Lindy had touched him he had responded by pushing himself into Lindy's hand. That was a good sign. Then he had allowed Lindy to touch it without the underwear. That, too, was a good sign. All Lindy knew was that he wanted to do all of that again and this time have Brandon do the same act to him. Lindy lay back on the bed and tried not to think about it at all. He only hoped that Brandon wouldn't wake up and leave and never talk to him again. That could happen. Brandon woke to find Lindy lying next to him and wondered what he was thinking. Was he mad at him? Would he think that he was a fag or something because Brandon had allowed him to touch him and had really liked it? Brandon had never let anyone touch him like that before, not to say that he hadn't dreamed about it often. He watched Lindy and thought he was sleeping. When he watched him all he could think was how cute he was. Lindy's small nose and full mouth reminded Brandon of those people on tv. They all looked so perfect. They all looked so pretty. Lindy looked like that. Lindy kept his eyes closed. He could feel Brandon looking at him and hoped that he wasn't thinking about beating him up or something. He had to know what was going to happen. He had to turn to him and say something. "Brandon." Startled by the abrupt sound Brandon jumped. "Yeah." "What are we going to do today?" Lindy asked. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" "I don't know. Whatever." Lindy turned on his side to face Brandon and smiled as he saw that he was smiling, too. Brandon felt nervous. He couldn't help but look at Lindy, the way he smiled made him look even more like a tv star. Something was happening, something that he couldn't explain, something that felt a little funny. As he looked into Lindy's eyes he felt the urge. At first he thought the idea was silly. Then he tried to forget it, but just couldn't. Lindy was looking at him and waiting for him to speak. He looked so cute lying there looking him expectantly. Brandon thought about it again and then he did it. He leaned right over and planted a quick kiss right on Lindy's lips. Lindy was shocked at the sudden contact. What was that? He had never been kissed before. Is that what that was? Wow. Brandon had kissed him. Why? That seemed to be all he could think. Why? He looked at Brandon and wondered outloud "Why?" Embarrassed and sure that he had just done something stupid Brandon jumped out of the bed and began to dress. "I'm sorry" was all he could say. He wanted to cry. Wanted to jut sit down and cry at how stupid he was. What was thinking. Lindy wasn't like him. Lindy was a real guy. Brandon got his pants on and was pulling on his t-shirt when he felt something on his back. He turned to find Lindy standing behind him. "I'm sorry. I don't know..." Lindy didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do something. As he stood there touching Brandon he could feel him shaking. He could also see that he was about to cry. Lindy looked up into Brandon's face and asked "Are you gay?" The tears were right there. He tried to hold them back. Tried to dam them up behind his eyelids. There was no used. They gushed forward and there was no way to stop them. "I don't know." He choked out. "It's okay. Really. I mean...you know." Lindy had never been this nervous. "What, do you hate me now?" Brandon was getting angry. "No. Why would you ask that? I like you Brandon." Lindy swallowed hard. He had to say the rest. "I like you a lot." Brandon wasn't sure what was meant by this. He stared at Lindy and wondered if he could be like him. Noticing that the situation was getting very tense Lindy saw that he had to say something that would make Brandon understand. "Last night...you know...what I did...what I did to you." "Yeah." "I...well...you...I mean...I don't know." Lindy sat back on the bad and just looked up at Brandon. He didn't know what to say. Even if he knew what to say he wouldn't know how to say it. That was when it happened again. Brandon leaned down and pressed his lips to Lindy's, this time with a little more confidence. At first Lindy didn't respond, but then he began to return the kiss. Soon they were tasting one anothers tongues as they darted from one mouth into the other. "Boys. Boys." Mom voice boomed from down the hall. "Get out of bed. Breakfast is on the table." Breaking away from each other Lindy and Brandon could only smile. What a morning. Now it was time to go eat. Lindy looked at Brandon and knew that this was not all, this was only the beginning. no1koontzfan@hotmail.com Also, if you enjoyed this story I have another on this site, "Time With Tim". I hope you like it as well.