Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2006 13:18:54 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 11 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. 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 this disclaimer. 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. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged to be sent to t_macd@comcast.net. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Eleven Michael and Bobby decided just to walk down to the beach from Bobby's house. There was a trail between two of the beach front houses about a block down that they used to cut through to the dunes. When they started to enter the sand, both boys stopped to take off their shoes and socks. They left them there next to the path, knowing they would still be there when they got back; it was that kind of neighborhood. When they got down to the water's edge they started walking down the beach. As they walked next to each other in silence, Michael reached over and took Bobby's hand in his. They walked on, hand in hand, each lost for the moment in his own thoughts. Finally the silence was broken, but it was by both boys speaking each other's name at the same time. "You go ahead," Bobby said. "Bobby," Michael started. "I don't know how to tell you this exactly..." Bobby started expecting the worst. He was going to get shoved aside by Michael, he just knew it. He had opened himself up so freely to the older boy, and he was going to just get dumped. How could he have been so foolish as to think that he had a chance not only with a senior, but with the captain of the football team? Him Bobby Connor - the little geek. Bobby Connor, member of the yearbook committee and a virtual nobody in the hierarchy of their high school. How could he have expected to win the big prize, the captain of the football team? Bobby stopped abruptly and teenage angst sent him plunging down into a chasm of despair; pulling his hand away from Michael's and sat down on the sand, his face in his hands. Michael had no idea what he had done to upset Bobby so badly. He hadn't wanted to, and it bothered him that he somehow had. "What's wrong Bobby?" he asked, kneeling next to him. "You're dumping me, aren't you?" Bobby asked him. "Dumping you?" Michael was stunned that Bobby had thought this. He couldn't help not understanding though. The boys were very different in the ways they thought. Michael had always been very self assured and confident. It seemed that Bobby however was full of self doubt, even though so far as Michael could see he had no real reason to be. "Dumping you was the last thing on my mind, Bobby," Michael started. "I was about to say that even though we've only known each other for a few hours, I think I love you. In fact I think I loved you from the first moment I saw you if you can believe that." Bobby raised his head out of his hands and looked directly into Michael's eyes. Michael saw Bobby's eyes brighten immediately as he did so. "You love me?" Bobby said. "Do you really mean that?" "Bobby, my sweet little Bobby, I've never felt like anyone else the way I do about you right now. I don't know how to explain it any other way, so it must be love." Michael had taken both of Bobby's hands in his own as he said this. "I was about to tell you the same thing," Bobby said, smiling back at Michael. Then he leaned forward for a kiss. He boys broke apart when they heard some giggling off to the side. They looked over to where the noise had come from and saw two little girls who were probably seven or eight years old looking at them. One of them pointed at the boys and started chanting "Bobby's got a boyfriend; Bobby's got a boyfriend..." She was almost immediately joined in her little chant by her sister. Michael smiled, thinking that the girls were kind of cute, but not realizing the implications of what they had seen or what they were chanting just at that moment. Bobby realized the possible consequences of them being seen by the girls much more quickly though. The twins were his neighbors from across the street, and he knew they didn't know how to keep their mouths shut about anything - especially if you wanted them to. Bobby tried to counteract anything the girls might have been thinking by just simply introducing them to Michael. This only got them a chorus of "Michael is Bobby's boyfriend..." from the two girls. Michael thought he had a better approach though - although it was a little risky. "Yeah, Bobby is my boyfriend, isn't that pretty cool?" he asked the two girls. It did shut them up for a moment at least, Bobby thought, but what was Michael thinking telling them that? "Are you girls okay with that?" Michael asked them. "We wouldn't want you to think there was anything wrong with it you know." "No, it doesn't bother us," one of the girls answered. "We don't care, really," the other said. Then to the amazement of both Bobby and Michael the girls added in unison, "We think it's really cool that Bobby finally found a boyfriend." After they said that they both went off down the beach, back toward their home. Both boys thought the same thing, but for different reasons... `They thought it was cool that Bobby finally found a boyfriend?' What did they mean by that? That younger children could be terribly observant did not enter their minds, nor did the possibility that the girls might have seen something else. * * * When Brandon got home, all he could think about was Alex, and how he had been forced to leave his boyfriend a few minutes before. He really didn't like having to leave Alex alone with Paolo, but he didn't have a choice. Alex didn't like that Brandon had to leave him either, and as Paolo stood looking over him, he got a slightly uneasy feeling, reached down and pulled the sheets up over him. Paolo stood there looking at him for just a couple moments longer, then finally said, "I have to go back to my house for a few minutes to take care of something. You just stay where you are." The way he said it was slightly menacing which bothered Alex, but he did as he was told and stayed in his bed even after he heard Paolo's van drive away from the house. * * * When Paolo got back to his house he stopped first in the kitchen and took one of his father's beers from the refrigerator. He twisted the cap off the bottle and took a large swig from the bottle before walking up the stairs to his room. It only took him a few minutes on his computer before he found the pictures he had come here looking for. He took care to ensure that there was nothing in any of them that could identify him before he started uploading them to the web site. He made one small mistake though - Paolo had a small birthmark on his right ass cheek that was clearly visible in more than one of the photos. All he was thinking was: `This will teach Michael.' He had titled the page he posted `extracurricular activities.' He thought that was a good choice for the photos he had posted showing what Michael liked to do in his free time. After he logged out of the administrator account, Paolo reviewed the pictures as anyone visiting the site would be able to do. `Yeah,' he thought. `This is a real masterpiece.' * * * Bobby was a little unnerved about the girls seeing him and Michael kissing on the beach. Michael figured that it was only natural that he would though. They lived across the street from him, and he knew that Bobby was worried about the girls saying something about what they had seen. Still, in spite of that Bobby wanted to hold Michael's hand as they walked back up the beach to where they had left their shoes and socks. Their shoes and socks were still where they had left them, and instead of putting them back on, the boys picked them up and carried them as they walked back to Bobby's house. They said good night to each other at the street by Michael's car, and even shared a brief kiss before Michael got into his car and Bobby went up the walk to go back into his house. His parents were sitting in the family room watching TV, each still with a martini, so he told them he had a few things to do in his room before he turned in for the evening, said good night and went up to his room. When Bobby got to his room, he was anything but tired. He sat down in front of his computer and started to cruise the internet. What he saw when his default home page came up though actually shocked him. There was a link that said "shocking expose of school football star's extracurricular activities" on the front page of the school's web site. Bobby quickly clicked on this and was truly shocked at what he saw. It was Michael, and someone was fucking his ass. There were pictures of Michael's face there, looking up with an expression that just told you that he loved what was happening to him, but you never got to see the face of the boy he was with. Bobby was hurt on one level, but shocked on another. Someone had penetrated the school's web site, and he was responsible for the content. His first thought was self preservation, so he deleted the link from the front page so no one would be able to get to it, then downloaded the pictures that had been posted on the site to his own computer. Then he changed all the administrator passwords so the pictures couldn't be reposted. He knew that he needed to ask Michael about them later, but he had to get them off the school's web site before anyone saw them. Finally, he deleted all the photos from the server, and made sure that he saved a copy of all the server's security logs. He was going to find out who had posted these pictures come Hell or high water. He knew that he was going to have to talk to Michael about them first though. He also knew that he was going to have to tell Dr. Prescott that the web site had been hacked. He really hoped that he wouldn't have to show the pictures to Dr. Prescott though. He didn't want to have to expose this boy that he suddenly found himself caring so much for. When he looked at the logs he had copied though, he knew there were other people at their school who had already seen the pictures before he was able to remove them. This added an entirely new dynamic to the thoughts going through his mind... What would they have to say about what they had seen on the school web site the next day at school? Should he call Michael and warn him about what had happened? He really didn't want Michael to get blind-sided by this at school the next day. He picked up his cell phone and started to hit redial for the last number that had called it, but notice that it was Steven's that had called last before he hit `send.' Checking the logs again, he saw that Steven hadn't been into the school's web site. He scrolled down, noting that Carson had also called. Finally he got to Michael's number and pressed the `send' button. All that he got in return was a beep that told him that his battery was next to dead. `Oh well,' Bobby thought to himself as he plugged the phone in to recharge. `I guess I'll have to be up early enough to call him before school.' * * * 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.