Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 20:31:14 -0500 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 22 This is the third story that I've written to completion (assuming that I complete it - and I have all intentions of doing so) 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), the second was 'Chris and Aaron' (June 01, 2006) which are posted in the High School section and there is a sequel to 'House on Lora Avenue' called 'Trip to Florida' currently being posted in the High School section (in the 'House on Lora Avenue' folder) as well. 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 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. Likewise, if you aren't old enough to look at filth like this, please don't. I certainly can't control whether you do or not, but you have been warned. Once again, I would like to thank my good friends, Mike and Dave for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance. All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text without my express written consent, or the fleas of a thousand Arabian camels may infest your armpits. 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. I've really enjoyed hearing from everyone who has written, please keep on letting me know what you do and don't like. This chapter is brought to you by Chaucer's Meade and Flexeril. It is done by trained professionals though; please don't try this at home. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Twenty Two Brandon and Alex raced into the school together as soon as Brandon's father dropped them off. Neither of the boys was used to free-balling and they were still slightly aroused from their play in the back seat a few minutes before. The run into the school had their genitals bouncing around so freely in their shorts and the tips of their dicks rubbing against the fabric which got them both that much more aroused. Once inside the school, they said good-bye to each other and split up to go to their respective homeroom classes. As Brandon took his seat, their friend Joey, who occupied the seat in front of him in their homeroom class, turned around in his desk to face him. Leaning in close to Brandon's face, he whispered "Dude, your dick is poking out the front of your pants like a tent." Brandon glanced down at his lap and saw that what his friend had told him was indeed true. This caused him to turn bright red, blushing. He leaned close up and whispered to Joey that the reason he was tenting out the front of his shorts so prominently was that he was free-balling that day and the feeling was so awesome. Brandon didn't see any reason to talk about what had happened on the way to school though. "You're not serious!" Joey whispered back, slightly louder this time due to his surprise. Neither of the boys noticed that a couple of their classmates took note of Joey's whispered exclamation. "No, really I am. Drop your pencil or something so you have to bend over and I'll show you," Brandon whispered to him. Joey turned back around and a moment later his pencil dropped to the floor. Then after a slight kick, it rolled backwards a little toward Brandon. Joey bent over to pick his pencil up, and as he did, Brandon moved his left leg outward a little, which opened up the leg hole of his shorts enough that Joey was able to look up inside and see just a little of Brandon's half erect penis and his balls hanging down underneath it. Joey rose back up and sat in his desk, still looking back toward Brandon. "Damn dude, you weren't kidding!" he said. "What are you going to do when it's time to change for gym class?" Joey asked. Brandon blushed very deeply again and shrugged his shoulders. Once again a couple of their classmates took note of what Joey had said, though neither of them noticed. "I don't know," Brandon told him. "I didn't really think about that to tell you the truth." He really hadn't, but now that he did think about it, he wasn't so sure that going without underwear to school was such a great idea. He wondered to himself what Alex was going to do when it came time for him to change for his gym class - almost an hour before he was going to have to. * * * Alex's shorts were just as tented as Brandon's when he walked into his homeroom class. He wasn't quite as fortunate as Brandon though, as there was a tiny little wet spot on the front of his khaki colored shorts, right where the tip of his dick so obviously also was. He walked to his seat and as he sat down he did his best surreptitiously to adjust himself so that his half-erect penis was in a more comfortable and less obvious position. It didn't go unnoticed though. As he sat waiting for the final bell to ring, signaling the beginning of the short homeroom period, he noticed that he was being given a few glances from some of his classmates and heard a few giggles from a couple of girls two rows over from him. When he glanced over at them, they quickly looked away, so he knew they were talking about him. Looking down at his lap, he knew right away what they found so funny. Alex's face immediately went beet-red. He thought about rubbing the spot to see if he could make go away or at least make it less noticeable, but decided not to. The unwanted attention had caused his dick to completely deflate and he didn't want to risk waking it back up. Alex couldn't wait until his first period class started, since Joey Mitchell shared it with him, and at least that way he would have one friend around. It wasn't that he didn't get along with the others in his homeroom class; he just wasn't close to any of them. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact only a very long twenty minutes later, the bell finally rang; signaling the end of the homeroom period and the students all started moving through the halls to their first period classes. Joey and Alex sat toward the back of the classroom next to each other in their first period class. Alex had hurried to get there, and was the first one in his seat that morning. Joey made it just before the tardy bell rang, and took the seat next to him. "Dude, you should have seen Brandon this morning!" he gushed out as he sat down. "He's free-balling today!" Joey had no idea that Alex already knew this, or that Alex was doing the same thing. "Shh! Keep your voice down," Alex said back in a loud and emphatic whisper. They had already attracted the attention of a few of their classmates though. "Look, we'll talk later - just save it for now though, okay?" Alex was already a bit exasperated by the way the day had gone so far. The way things were going he was sure that he, Brandon and Joey would be outted to the entire school before lunch time, and he certainly wasn't ready for that to happen just yet, especially with what he knew he was going to have to go through with his family during the funeral preparations and wake for Paolo. * * * Bobby and Steven had just left the school office when Michael came around a corner just ahead of them in the hallway. "Hey guys," he said. "Do you know what happened? What was that ambulance here for?" "That bitch Britney slammed Carson's head into the table in the library," Steven told him. "Damn, why did she do that?" Michael asked. "She called us a bunch of fags, and then Carson called her a bitch," Bobby answered. "Then she jumped on him and slammed his head into the table. He blacked out for a minute and his head was bleeding. The paramedics said there probably wasn't anything seriously wrong, but they wanted to take him to the hospital to get him checked out just to be sure." "Yeah," Steven added, "and all she got was just being kicked off the cheerleading squad. I can't believe that!" "You know that isn't all," Bobby countered. "Mr. Withers said she was going to get more punishment than just that." "Well I got a week of detention for trying to protect him, so it better be more than that," Steven said, still visibly angry about what had happened. Michael kept a cool head and decided that it might be better to get Steven's mind off what had happened to his boyfriend, so he suggested they go to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast in the time they had left before they had to go to homeroom. The boys filled their plates with bacon, eggs and toast. But while Bobby and Michael dug into their food and devoured the meal, Steven just pushed his around on his plate with his fork, only eating a few bites. When the bell rang signaling that it was time for the students to report to their homeroom classes, they cleared their places at the table and headed off to start their classes for the day. During the morning announcements Mr. Withers mentioned the incident in the library and said that he would not tolerate fighting at his school. He did not get into any specifics as to who was involved or what their punishments would be. By third period though there was a lot of gossip going on around the school about half of the school's cheerleaders being kicked off the squad, and there was a rumor that Britney had been suspended from school pending a hearing that might see her expelled. When Steven heard this rumor he felt slightly better about his week of detention. * * * Both of Carson's parents came to the hospital to see how their son was doing and find out what had happened to him. His father, who had been an athlete in both high school and college was at first a little proud of his son for getting into a scuffle at school, even if he had come out on the losing end and had to be taken to the hospital. When he found out that it was a girl who had done this to his son though he became quite angry - but he was angry because Carson had been beaten by a girl. Carson's mother on the other hand was only concerned for her son's well being. She reminded his father that the attitude he was taking toward what had happened to Carson was the main reason they had divorced ten years previously. The fact was that Carson's father had beaten his mother fairly regularly when he had been drinking, which was often. She had left him when Carson was three years old and divorced him a year later as she didn't want her son to prolong the cycle of violence by growing up in that type of environment. It had been a nasty divorce, but she had plenty of evidence of the spousal abuse she had endured and easily won her case and was awarded most of the marital assets and sole custody of their son. Her ex-husband only had very limited visitation rights, but was still on the school's notification list in case of an emergency. They were arguing in the waiting room when a doctor entered the room, "Mr. and Mrs. Franzman?" he asked. "No, we're no longer married, and I go by my maiden name. I'm Barbara Cross," Carson's mother answered. Then, casting a steely glance toward her ex-husband, she added, "This is Karl Franzman." "I'm Dr. Bloomfield," the doctor told them, "and I have just finished examining your son. He doesn't have any serious injuries, just a nasty lump on his head and a minor cut that didn't require any stitches. I think it would be best though if you took him home and let him rest for the rest of the day rather than sending him back to school though." "Can I see him now?" Barbara asked. "Certainly, just follow me please," Dr. Bloomfield told her. When they got to the examination room where Carson was waiting though, his father had disappeared. "Hey Mom, sorry about this," Carson said meekly. "Don't worry about it sweetie, I know it wasn't your fault," his mother told him. Then she added, "Your father was here just a minute ago, I thought he was coming with us to see you. I can't imagine where he went." "Come on Mom, you and I both know better than that," Carson said. Even though Barbara had tried to keep it from him, Carson had found out about his father beating his mother, even though he was too young to remember it clearly himself before his parents had divorced. Dr. Bloomfield felt just a little uncomfortable about this family situation, even though he had often seen far worse. He told Carson's mother that there were some papers she needed to sign at the nurse's station, and then she was free to take Carson home with her. * * * Just after nine in the morning, Alex's mother got a call from Detective Peters. He introduced himself over the phone and told her that he was in charge of the investigation regarding her nephew, Paolo. He asked her if it would be convenient for her to come by the station to talk with him later that morning. She agreed to meet him at his office in about an hour, though she wasn't sure what the detective could possibly want to talk to her about. When she got to the police station, Mrs. Santori was shown into Detective Peters' office. He got up from behind his desk as she entered, shook her hand while he introduced himself again and showed her to a chair. He offered her coffee, which she politely refused before he sat back down behind his desk. "Mrs. Santori, I'm afraid there just isn't any easy way for me to ask this," he began. "Have you heard about the, um, amateur photography that your nephew was involved in?" "Yes, I heard about it," she said, blushing slightly. "I can't imagine what this has to do with me though." "Well, Ma'am, the simple truth is that there were pictures and videos of Paolo and several other underage boys having sex with each other found on his computer, and what we're doing is trying to track down the other boys so they can get counseling if that's called for. It was apparent from some of these pictures that not everything was, um, consensual." Detective Peters was having a hard time indeed with this conversation. "I still don't see what this has to do with me though," Alex's mother repeated. Detective Peters opened a folder and took a photograph from it. As he slid it across the desk to her he said "There were some pictures of these boys, one of whom who seems to bear a family resemblance to Paolo." Alex's mother gasped when she saw who it was - her own son. The picture was cropped, so that only Alex and Brandon's faces and bare chests were visible. The background that was still visible told her that the picture had been taken by the pool at Paolo's parents' home. "That's my son and his friend who lives next door," she told him. "Please don't tell me that Paolo was making them have sex with each other, or him!" "I'm sorry, but I can't really get into the details of all that just yet, Ma'am. The truth is we aren't really sure exactly what happened right now. We'll need to talk with the boys first, in order to determine exactly what happened." Visibly upset, Alex's mother got up from her chair and started toward the door. When she reached it, she put her hand on the knob as if to open it, but before she did she turned and said "Of course we will cooperate with the police in any way we can, but our son is NOT a homosexual, and we will not have it bandied publicly that he is. Is that clear?" Detective Peters stood up from his chair. "Yes Ma'am, that's perfectly clear. You have nothing to worry about though; none of the boys' identities will be released." What Detective Peters didn't say was that Paolo's death was the only reason they would be able to protect the identities of the boys that Paolo had been taking pictures of, since now, there would be no need for a trial. If it had come to that, there would have been nothing anyone could have done to keep any of the boys' identities away from the press. When Alex's mother arrived home, she phoned her husband at his office to tell him what had happened at the police station. He did not take the news well. He was determined to talk to his son and find out the truth about what may have happened with his cousin and best friend before the police talked to him. His family had already been shamed by his nephew, and there was no way he was going to let his own son get dragged publicly into this drama. He wasn't sure quite what he would do if the police's suspicions were true though. The mere thought that his 14 year old son might have been having sex, let alone with another boy, or boys while his cousin filmed it filled him with revulsion. * * * 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 every one), 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. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, please let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.