Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 20:46:03 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 13 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 who has also 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 Thirteen Bobby was very unsure of himself as he walked into the classroom to see Dr. Prescott sitting at his desk at the head of the room that morning. He had an uneasy feeling about having to disclose what had happened with the school's web site. That Dr. Prescott called him aside at the beginning of the class period did little to help him about what he had to explain. Dr. Prescott had more details about what had been posted than Bobby could have imagined, it seemed. He told Bobby as much when he called him into his office and asked about the inappropriate material that had been put on the school's web site the previous evening. He did tell Bobby that he was proud of him for finding the `problem' and dealing with it as quickly as he had though before he asked for what Bobby knew about it. Bobby was relieved on one level, but deeply disturbed on another. Sure, he wasn't going to have to explain the pictures of his new boyfriend being on the school's web site, but that was only because this older man, someone he trusted and respected, had already seen them. Bobby told Dr. Prescott everything he knew about the hacking of the school's web site, but only up to a point -- that he had traced the IP address the pictures had been sent from, discovering the violation of the web site and removing the pictures from it, and finally tracking down whom it was that had hacked the school's site. Bobby didn't want to show Dr. Prescott the video that showed who it was that had posted the pictures, but he was finally pressed into it and showed the video capture to his mentor. Dr. Prescott seemed to recognize the person in the video capture that Bobby showed him. He also seemed only mildly surprised when he saw it. "I'll deal with this," is all that he said before dismissing Bobby, somewhat summarily. While Bobby had not had to show Dr. Prescott the pictures of Michael, he knew that the man had seen them from the conversation they had just finished. The mere thought of this kept him from being able to concentrate in any of his classes before lunch. * * * Paolo finished his shower, brushed his teeth and shaved. He didn't like the bit of fuzz, or even a goatee that some of his peers were wearing on their chins. To tell the truth, he thought they looked ridiculous, stupid even. He was damned if he was going to look stupid like them, even if he only had a tiny bit of fuzz on his chin and upper lip to shave off. When he was done with his face, he used it to trim around his pubes, but only around the edges for a little shaping. Paolo simply considered this being particular about his appearance. When he was done with the razor, he thought he was ready for a little time at the pool. He knew he would be at the beach later where he would have to wear at least a swim suit, but he didn't want to get noticeable tan lines, therefore all he took with him to the pool was a large towel and his cell phone. It was just as Paolo was getting ready to go back inside a couple hours later that his cell phone rang. It was Sean. He agreed to meet Sean at Abbey Park a couple hours later. He decided to get himself ready for their meeting, figuring what was going to happen. He went to his bedroom, spread the towel over his bed and got the bag of toys Sean had left there out of his closet. He started with a smaller dildo, and began working on himself to get loosened up and ready to meet Sean. He could hear it in Sean's voice when they talked on the phone -- a tone that told Paolo that Sean wanted to stick that monster dick up his ass again and give him another ride. Paolo was looking forward not only to this, but also the thrill of doing it out in the open at the park where anyone could walk by and see them. After he had worked his way up two sizes, Paolo pulled the anal beads out of the bag. He had never tried using something like this to pleasure himself before, and wondered what they would be like. He rubbed more lube into his already stretched open hole, and inserted the first bead. It felt weird, he thought as it slipped through his anal ring and was then sucked inside him. So weird in fact that it had caused him to gasp slightly as the bead entered his body. The knots in the string left just enough space between the beads so that there was only about 1/4" between his hole and the next bead that would enter him. `I wonder how many I can get in there?' he thought. The beads each measured 2" in diameter, and there were six of them on the string. Paolo continued slowly pushing the beads into his butt, uttering a gentle gasp as each one entered. When the third one entered him, he knew that he could take no more, and after a few minutes lying there panting, he began pulling the beads slowly back out. The beads made their way in and out of Paolo three times before he moved onto the next toy. It was the monster dildo that Sean had told him was made from a mold of his own dick. Paolo was close to shooting his load as he worked the big piece of latex into himself. He wanted to try to get the whole thing in, but wasn't sure that he would be able to. He got up on his knees and slowly lowered himself onto it, pressing it against the mattress and working it up inside himself. He made it almost all the way down when he thought he was going to split himself open and had to back off. He tried easing himself back down on it again but found that it was no use. He hadn't quite gotten in all inside, and the pain it was causing him was too intense, so he lay back on the bed, and jacked himself until he came all over his chest and stomach with the big toy stuffed up inside him as far as he could get it to go. * * * Brandon and Alex didn't see each other again until lunch time. When they did, they had a hard time not embracing each other, but they managed to restrain themselves in front of the other students. They sat close to each other on the same side of the table, their bare lower legs rubbing against each other. "So," Alex asked. "How are we getting home? My `rents won't be home until tonight and I don't think we can count on Paolo to pick us up." "I have it covered," Brandon answered. "I talked to Joey last period. He said that he can get us a ride with his mom. We'll probably have to go to his house for a little while first though, is that okay with you?" "Yeah," Alex answered. "That's cool with me." He really didn't want to go over to Joey's house though; he really wanted the two of them to get to his house for some time together before his parents got home that evening. Then he thought out loud... "I wonder if Paolo is supposed to pick up our `rents from the airport?" Brandon picked up on his wanting some alone time and told him, "Don't worry dude, we won't have to be there long. All we'll have to do is hang out for a while pretending to do some homework and then we can walk home. It's only a couple blocks. Oh, and yeah, Paolo is supposed to pick them up. I hope he remembers that." Alex subconsciously looped his leg around Brandon's under the table. They both enjoyed the close contact and grinned at each other. But they didn't catch on that someone else noticed what they were doing. * * * When Michael went to the school cafeteria for lunch, he sat down at a table by himself in the `senior section.' This was his choice; he really wasn't feeling very social, and would have rather everyone else stayed away from him, but still he had to keep up appearances and sit where his peers sat. There was a series of thoughts preying on his mind though. `Who had seen the pictures? Who all knew? Who had they told?' Britney wasn't going to humor him by leaving him alone though. When she came in and got her lunch, she sat down right next to him. "Well hello Michael," she said in her normal perky voice. As he looked over at her though, he could see something different in her eyes, something cold and vindictive. He knew that this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation, regardless of the face she was putting on at the moment. "Hey, what's up Britney?" he responded, equally clear in his attitude that he wasn't particularly excited to see her. "Oh, I just wanted to see how you were feeling; whether or not it was uncomfortable sitting there or anything." The way she had placed an emphasis on the word `sitting' was enough to tell Michael that she had either seen or heard about the pictures. "No, why would it?" was all he said in reply. Unfortunately for Michael, he didn't realize just what a vindictive bitch this girl could be. He was about to find out though, and in very short order. The next words out of her mouth were very loud and very shrill. "Because you've been taking it up the ass from some guy, you bastard; while you've been going out with ME." She was on the verge of screaming now, and in front of the entire high school cafeteria. "That must be why you didn't want to have sex with me. You'd rather take it up the ass from some guy!" When she had finished with her short but loud tirade, all eyes in the cafeteria were on them. Michael felt like he was going to be sick, and leaving his food on the table, most of it still untouched, he got up and hurried to the nearest bathroom. Everyone's eyes followed him as he left, his retreat being viewed as confirmation of what she had said by their audience as Michael left the room. When Michael got into the bathroom, he shut himself in a stall and literally lost all he'd managed to eat of his lunch into the toilet bowl, along with what little of his breakfast that still remained in his stomach as he vomited. He stayed in the stall on his knees in front of the toilet until he was sure he was finished coughing up bile. When he was done, he got up, left the stall and cleaned himself up as best he could in the sink before leaving the restroom. He couldn't stand any more of this today, he thought. So he quickly walked down to the parking lot, got into his car and left the school grounds, unintentionally burning rubber as he left. * * * It was lunch time before Steven and Carson were able to corner Bobby to ask about what had happened the day before after he and Michael had left the park. Bobby had not realized until now that they had stayed and watched until he and Michael had left. They were both pressing him for details of what he and Michael had done after they left the park. Carson had questions about Michael's car too, mainly about how fast it went. Bobby was hesitant to answer questions about what had happened as they ate. There were too many people around and he was afraid they would hear all or some of the conversation. He finally told Steven and Carson to shut up, afraid to even have them asking these questions with everyone else around, and he would tell them everything that happened later, when they were outside and alone. Ten minutes later they were outside, sitting together on a bench in front of the school, but away from all the other students waiting for their lunch period to end. After another five minutes Bobby had finished telling Steven and Carson everything that had happened between him and Michael after they had left the park and went back to his house, including what had happened during their walk on the beach later. He had deliberately left out what had happened that morning though - the ride to school he had gotten from Michael and the conversation they had on the way. He wasn't going to give away too many details about that because he still didn't know who had given out the password to the web site administrator account. "You're kidding, right?" Carson said, absolutely amazed. "He wanted YOU to fuck HIM, not the other way around?" "Yeah," Bobby said, grinning sheepishly. He still couldn't quite believe that it had worked out that way himself. "And he told you that he's in love with you too?" Steven added. "Yeah, he did," Bobby confirmed. "And I love him too. We're going to be boyfriends." "No way dude, you're a freshman and he's a senior." Steven was being a high school age realist. "No, I'm right!" Bobby was adamant. "Michael even called me this morning and gave me a ride to school. He owes me too; I got the pictures of him off the web!" "Pictures?" it was like stereo in Bobby's ears the way Steven and Carson had both said it at once. As soon as they had answered, Bobby knew that he had said far too much. They hadn't known about the pictures before he had let it slip, even though he had been trying carefully to not say anything about that. `Now what do I tell them?' Bobby thought to himself. Before Bobby could give them an answer though, Carson jabbed him and asked, "Hey, isn't that your ride leaving in an awfully big hurry?" As he asked this, he pointed at Michael getting into his car and taking off, leaving a cloud of grey, rubber tire smoke behind as he tore out of the school's student parking lot. Bobby got up and took a few steps, running towards the school exit before stopping, realizing that there was no way he would ever catch up to Michael. * * * 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.