Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:56:25 -0500 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 37 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 wherever you happen to be, or if you or are a card-carrying member of the Moral-Minority, shoo, go away. I certainly can't control whether you do or not, but you have been warned. As always, I would like to thank my good friends, Mike, Dave and Johan for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance along the way. A special thanks also goes to Sean, who I was discussing this with in chat, and he kept me from making a dumb mistake. 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Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty Seven Kyle called Joey after Michael left his house on Friday night so they could cement their plans for the weekend. Kyle wanted Joey to come over to spend the night on Saturday, and stay over most of the day Sunday as well. They agreed that Joey would come over in the early afternoon and help Kyle move his things up into the attic room. Once they were done with that, they could spend the rest of the afternoon at the pool of the club Kyle's family belonged to. Then they would go out to get something to eat and catch a movie before coming back to Kyle's house for the sleep over. Both boys were filled with anticipation at what the weekend might bring. Each one was hoping that the other was going to be open to some sexual experimentation, but neither could bring himself actually to say it. Kyle in particular was reluctant to bring up the subject. He had always been uncomfortable discussing sexual matters, regardless of who it was with. A lot of it was because he wasn't sure how people would react to his sexuality, and the conversation he had just had with Michael had been one of the most difficult things he had ever forced himself to do. Joey was already very aroused when Kyle called him that night. He wondered whether or not he should tell Kyle about it when they were talking on the phone, but he decided against it. He wasn't sure what Kyle would think if he told him that he had been watching live porn, such as it was, over the internet. Joey had heard from his friends, both gay and straight, that all guys like watching porn, so he didn't really see anything wrong with what he had been doing, but still, there was this reluctance Kyle had displayed in discussing sex, their sexuality or even their budding relationship, including when it was just the two of them together. Joey wasn't quite sure why Kyle didn't want to talk about it, but he really liked Kyle, perhaps he loved him - so Joey was willing to wait. There was something very special about this guy that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He definitely didn't want to mess things up between them by pushing too hard. It was for this reason that he decided not to mention the cute kid he had seen dancing around in (and slightly out of) his boxers on the web cam that evening. That night when Joey went to bed, he was still thinking about the cute little blonde boy who was dancing for him on the web cam. That's exactly how Joey thought of it - 'dancing for him.' The kid had responded to all the messages he'd sent, and there hadn't even been any hesitation at all in his doing so whenever Joey had asked him to take off another piece of his clothing. He was sure if whoever had come into the room and shut the camera down had waited a little longer he would have been able to talk the kid out of his boxers too. He hoped it wasn't a parent, but he figured from the brief glimpse of the arm reaching over to turn off the computer that it was more likely to be one of the older boys he normally saw on the site. Probably one of them was his older brother. But when his dick had popped out through his fly... DAMN!!! Joey couldn't stop thinking about that, it looked so huge on that kid, and from the looks of him he couldn't have been more than 11 or 12 years old. Joey lay between the soft sheets, rubbing his cock through the briefs he had worn to bed that night. He felt a moment of guilt that he was thinking about the blonde kid instead of Kyle, but that passed quickly as the vision of the boy's dick, flopping around through the fly in his boxers popped back into his mind. It felt to Joey as if his dick was probably hard enough to cut diamonds just at that moment, and he gave in to the images going through his mind. Joey kicked the sheets off and pushed the briefs down to his knees, releasing his straining hardness. It was a relief to have freed it from the constraints of the tight garment that had been holding it in. Joey kicked his legs a couple times, sending the little pair of cotton briefs flying. He stroked himself a few times before rolling onto his side to get the bottle of baby oil from his nightstand drawer. He shivered a little as he squeezed some of the cool liquid along the rigid shaft lying against his stomach. It contrasted sharply with the warm air that surrounded him in his room. It seemed to become warm as he rubbed it in, but that may well be attributed to the heat he'd been feeling in his penis all along. Joey massaged the oil into his dick, rubbing slowly up and down the shaft, thinking the entire time about the web cam he watched earlier. Joey squirted a little more of the oil onto his fingers as he thought briefly about the day when Brandon had taken his virginity by the pool below his bedroom window. Then as he inserted one, then two fingers into himself he thought about that anonymous, cute, blonde boy sliding into him. As he brought himself to climax, Joey was imagining that those two fingers were the dick belonging to the web cam boy who had been performing for him on his computer monitor earlier. He couldn't be sure, but it had looked as if it would grow to be as large as Brandon's when fully erect. And that was the biggest thing that had been up into his chute thus far. When Joey came, it was a true explosion. He squirted long and far, some of his seed even spraying above his head. He felt drops landing on his face and chest, as well as his stomach. Finally when his orgasm subsided, Joey felt a slight oozing coming out of his dick into his pubes as his hard-on deflated. Joey lay on his bed; naked and uncovered save for the unusually large amount of his own semen that was cooling rapidly on his body. He was tired and spent, moments later he drifted off to sleep. That night as he slept, he had dreams that he would remember the next morning. Dreams about him and the boy he had seen on the web cam. But there was also Kyle - he was in the dream too - the three of them, naked together. When Joey awoke in the morning, he only had fuzzy recollections of the dreams he had, but he did note that there was fresh semen on his chest and stomach, atop the dried up mess he had left on himself when he went to sleep. * * * Billy hadn't been aware that he had been exposing himself in front of the camera when Bobby came in and shut the computer off. In fact, Bobby wasn't even aware of it at first. When he came into the room and saw Billy dancing in front of the web cam, he just went into a reactionary mode. After Bobby had shut off the computer Billy had been using, he sat Billy down on his bed. It was then that he finally noticed that Billy's half hard dick was protruding through the open fly in his boxers. It wasn't the first time Bobby had seen it, but it was the first time he had seen it aroused. He was a little surprised at the size it grew to when the blood began flowing into it and made it harden. It hadn't looked that large during the surreptitious glances he had taken when they had showered or changed together, but then on those occasions it had been completely flaccid, perhaps even shrunken a little because of the cool water they had been swimming in. "Billy, do you have any idea what you were doing?" This came out far more as an exclamation than it did a question. He was pretty sure that Billy didn't really have any idea. "I was just dancing around; I don't see what the problem is." Billy really didn't understand why Bobby was upset about what he had been doing. "Yeah, but you were doing it in front of a camera, for an audience. And your... um... well, with your dick hanging out..." Bobby blushed and looked down into Billy's lap as he said this. And Billy's dick was still sticking out through the opening in his boxers, which he looked down and finally saw. Billy's cheeks flushed deep red with embarrassment when he saw how his equipment was sticking out, and the semi-engorged condition it was in. Billy leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees, but made no move to tuck his dick back inside his shorts. "Who was it that saw me?" he asked. "I'm not sure," Bobby told him. "I shut the computer off as soon as I saw what you were doing. It probably wouldn't have saved the log file, so I don't know if I can find out." Billy was upset - for the most part because he hadn't meant to upset the boy that he considered to be his closest friend, and from Bobby's reaction when he came into the room he really thought that Bobby was mad at him. Then there was what Bobby had told him about not knowing who he had been showing off for on the web camera. At first he had found the experience exciting, but now... Now he was almost repulsed by what he had done. Bobby put his arms around Billy, hugging him tightly. He could tell that Billy needed comforting, and that's what he wanted to do for his friend - comfort and reassure him. He felt Billy wrap his arms around him, returning the hug. He could tell that Billy was starting to feel a little better. But as he was hugging Billy, and the scent of the boy filled his nostrils, he couldn't resist running his hands over the boy's back and - heart pulsing - he slid his hands down, and then beneath the waistband of his underwear to cup the smooth, tight buns below. The next few moments were a blur - first they had been sitting on the end of Bobby's bed in a warm, comforting embrace. Then, almost instantly it seemed, they were lying with their heads on the pillows at the head of the bed, and Bobby felt Billy's dick, hard and pulsing in his hand. Then they kissed. It was long, deep and passionate. When they broke apart, Bobby handed Billy the phone. "Call your parents," he said. "Ask them if you can spend the night." * * * Brandon and Alex woke up almost at once, spooned together. Brandon was in front, Alex behind him. They were lying on the fold out bed in Brandon's basement on top of the sheets. Neither was quite sure what had awakened them at first. Then they realized that the overhead lights had come on in the room. The smell of breakfast cooking wafted down to them, and they heard Brandon's mother call down to them. "Time to get up boys, breakfast is almost ready!" Patricia MacMillan could be a formidable force. Both boys knew they had better make themselves presentable and get upstairs to eat lest they have to endure her wrath. They found Alex's ripped up briefs lying on the floor next to the sofa-bed without any problem, but neither of them could recall what had become of Brandon's boxers. They had very little time to get up to the kitchen, so they both pulled on their shorts without any underwear and went upstairs. As the boys padded into the kitchen, shirtless and in bare feet, Brandon's father looked up from the crossword puzzle in his morning paper, which was sort of a ritual for him during breakfast on the weekends. "A little informal aren't we this morning?" Brad MacMillan was dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt, and had a pair of Dockers on his feet. Patricia had on a print dress with flower patterns that came to just below her knees and a pair of sandals. "Well Mom called us to eat..." Brandon started. "And we know better than to keep her waiting," Alex finished as they sat down at the table and started to dig in to the hearty breakfast Brandon's mother had laid out. Both Brad and Patricia noticed that the boys were doing their best to try and conceal that they were sore in their backsides which was exhibited by a sort of an odd gait as they walked across the kitchen. Neither of them said anything about it though. They both assumed the boys had been having sex the night before, but they had no idea of the toys their son and his boyfriend had been playing with. Brandon had tried the "beads" first, and was able to accept two before telling Alex that it hurt too much and to please pull them out. Alex had managed three, probably owing to the fact that Brandon was built quite a lot larger than him in the cock department, so he was used to a little more being inserted into his back end. Brandon had compared the experience to having bowling balls shoved up his butt, so it wasn't very likely they would be experimenting with that particular toy again. As they were finishing up their meals, Brandon's father looked across the table at the boys and said, "We're going down to the farmer's market to do a little shopping, then we're going to the flea market to look around. Do you guys want to come with us?" Brandon and Alex glanced at each other, then answered as one, "No thanks." Brandon added, "We'll just hang out here, okay?" Brad nodded at his son, granting his approval, and as his wife had just left the room, whispered to them in a conspiratorial tone, "Don't do anything we wouldn't do." Then he got up, but as he left the table he turned and told them that since they were staying home it was their job to clean up the kitchen. * * * Steven was sitting in his kitchen in his underwear, eating breakfast when the phone rang. He turned in his chair to look at the caller ID box and saw that it was from his mother's cell phone. He decided to either let the answering machine or his father (if he was up yet and wanted to talk to her) get it. As for himself, Steven didn't feel much like talking to her. He was still trying to reconcile in his own mind how she could have tried to have him kidnapped - and the place she wanted to send him away to... He shuddered at the thought. He had been stunned at the revelations about the problems his parents had been having in their marriage as well. How could things have been so horribly wrong in his own home without him having a clue what was going on? He needed to talk to someone - to Carson. He hoped his boyfriend would be up by now. As Steven finished cleaning the kitchen from preparing his breakfast, he noticed that there were several empty bottles of the ale he had shared with his father the night before. 'He must have stayed up drinking for a while after I went to bed,' he thought. 'That must be why I haven't seen him yet this morning.' Steven's father was normally an early riser, so he had been a little surprised when he came downstairs at ten o'clock in the morning and his father was nowhere to be seen. He was picking up his cell phone from its charging cradle to call Carson when it began to chirp, signaling that there was an incoming call. He looked at the caller ID display and saw that once again it was his mother's cell phone number. All of ten minutes had passed since she had tried to call using the land line and he still didn't want to talk to her. He rejected the call and let it go to voice mail. Forty seconds later a slightly different tone came from the phone indicating that a voice mail message had been left. Steven hit the ignore button once more to get the phone to stop beeping at him before tucking it into his pocket. He decided to go for a ride on his bike, he would call Carson later. He went upstairs to his room and put on a tank-top shirt and a pair of jogging shorts. He slipped his feet into his sneakers and was knotting up the laces when his father stepped into his doorway. "Who was on the phone?" he asked. "Mom." Steven wasn't in the mood for much conversation this morning. "What did she want?" "Dunno, I didn't answer." Steven finally looked up at his father. He was unshaven, his hair was a mess and he was dressed only in a pair of boxers. All in all he looked pretty rough. "How you feeling this morning?" Steven asked. "I feel like hell kiddo," his father answered as he rubbed his head. "Let this be a lesson to you on the evils of drink." "Uh Dad, I hate to tell you this... But you were the one doing the drinking, I only had the one." "I know that son, but a good father wants his children to learn from his mistakes." With that, Trevor turned and walked back down the hall toward his bedroom. A moment later, Steven heard the sound of water running in his father's shower. He didn't have any pockets in the clothes he was wearing, so he fastened a fanny pack around his waist, dropped his cell phone and wallet in and headed downstairs and out through the garage. His mother's car was still there, as she had ridden with his father when they came to the police station the night before. He figured she would come by sooner or later to pick it up. He just hoped he wasn't there when she did. Steven pedaled off down the street, headed for the park. His emotions were conflicting again this morning. His father had opened up with him about how bad things had been in his parents' marriage the night before, and Steven believed him about all that. Still, that was his MOTHER. He was having a very difficult time reconciling in his mind how she could have tried to do what she had to him. He tried not to think about it, and let his mind go blank as he entered the park grounds. Steven had made one complete lap around the park itself before he turned on the road that would take him down through the "coves" - the area of the park that was typically used for cruising spots. He had been relatively driven in the way he had pedaled his bicycle when he was riding around the perimeter of the park, and had worked up a good sweat doing so. As a result, Steven took it easy, coasting mostly as he wound his way down the twisty road that ran through the coves. About halfway down the road Steven stopped his bike, lifted it over the curb and walked it a little way down the grass. He stopped, laid his bike on the ground and sat next to it. He stared out into space for a few minutes, and then dropped his face into his hands. He'd chosen this spot because it had a particular significance to him and some of his friends. This was the exact spot where his friends Bobby and Michael had first met. He thought being here make him feel better. So far it hadn't - all the thoughts of what had happened the previous afternoon and evening were still occupying all the available space in his head. Steven felt a hand on his shoulder and heard a voice saying "Are you alright?" It was only then that he realized he had been quietly sobbing into his hands. He rubbed the tears out of his eyes and turned his head to see who was there. When he did, his face brightened immediately, but he was sort of ashamed for not having recognized his boyfriend's voice. Steven reached out and drew him in for a hug. It was only a second later that Carson fell over on top of him and they rolled over on the cool, green grass. Steven was tired of hiding their relationship from everyone - anyone he cared about already knew he and Carson were in love, so the rest of the world could go fuck itself if they didn't like it. 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