Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:14:47 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 39 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 and Dave for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance along the way. Thanks also go to the Nifty Archive for hosting this and all the other stories. They do take donations to defray operating expenses, so help them out if you can. 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Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty Nine Billy waved at Michael, who was pulling his car into the driveway, as he crossed Bobby's front yard on his way home. Michael returned the wave just before Billy broke into a trot, heading for his home, a few houses down the street. Michael also gave a friendly wave to Mr. Jacobson, the man whose family lived across the street from Bobby. The older man didn't return it though. Instead, he turned his back to Michael and continued watering the flowerbed that ran along the side of his yard, seeming to mutter something under his breath. If Michael could have heard his comment, he would have thought the man even less friendly than he already did. "Goddamn faggots, now we got another one in the neighborhood. Pretty soon this place is going to be overrun with fucking queers." Elliott Jacobson had seen Billy go into Bobby's house the night before, and knew he had spent the night with Bobby. He had considered saying something to Bobby's parents about how their house was becoming a virtual brothel for young boys, but never did. He thought they were usually too drunk to care one way or another. The impression that they didn't care was certainly true, not necessarily because they were often drunk, or well on their way to it, but more so because they regarded Bobby as something inconvenient that had happened in their lives. As far as material things were concerned, he never wanted for anything. It was the loving relationship between a child and his parents that he was missing. Mr. Jacobson had also noticed the police cars prowling by the previous afternoon, sometimes stopping for an officer to knock at the door. No one had answered any of those queries, and he had not put it together with the news reports about the attempted kidnapping at the local high school. He just assumed that Bobby and his friends must be doing something untoward to warrant all that attention from the police. As was his custom, Michael rang the bell twice to announce his arrival before entering the house. He left his shoes in the entry hall next to Bobby's and started climbing the stairs to his lover's bedroom. He assumed that's where Bobby would be since Billy hadn't been dressed for swimming when he left the house. He met and briefly greeted Bobby's parents at the top of the stairs. Bobby's mother was preceding her husband down the hallway from their bedroom. "Oh, you're back so soon?" Helene Connor said to Michael when she saw him. Michael's only response was a confused look. "I just thought you were on your way home after spending the night," she explained. 'Spent the night?' Michael thought. But he managed to finally speak and said, "Um no Ma'am, not just yet. I thought maybe Bobby and I would have a swim." "Well you and Robert have a good time in the pool," Arthur Connor said. "We'll be spending the night out at a benefit party." It was only then that Michael noticed that Bobby's father had an overnight bag in each hand and a garment bag slung over his shoulder. Michael told them he was sure he and Bobby would enjoy themselves, and wished them a pleasant evening out. Bobby's bedroom door was open when Michael got to it, and Michael saw him sitting at one of the computers on the long table where his network equipment was set up. Michael knocked on the doorframe as he entered the room. "Hey there," he said as he walked over towards Bobby. Michael noticed on the way in that Bobby's bed looked a little more disheveled than usual, and the covers were pushed back all the way to the foot of the bed. He wasn't a suspicious person by nature, and figured that maybe Steven and Carson had stayed over the night before. He knew they often did. That would also explain Bobby's mother's comment when they met in the hallway. The thought that it was Billy who had spent the night never even crossed his mind. Bobby turned to face him, his face a little flushed. "Hey, how's it going? You never called me last night." Bobby got up from his chair to give Michael a hug, then when they started to break apart, Bobby drew him back in for a kiss. When they finally broke apart, and recovered their breath, Michael told him about the text messages and what was in them. "Sorry, I didn't notice them," Bobby told him. "So is the car fixed now?" "Yeah, I got a plug put in the tire this morning on my way over here," Michael told him. Then he asked, "So what do you want to do today?" "Well, it's really nice out, let's put the top on your car down and go for a drive in the park. Then later we can come back here, get something to eat and have a swim," Bobby suggested. "The top is already down," Michael laughed. "And that sounds like a great plan to me." "Okay fantastic!" Bobby said. He started stripping the sheets from his bed, hoping that Michael wouldn't notice any of the sticky, wet spots and said "just let me throw these in the washer before we leave. That way they'll be ready for the dryer by the time we get home." Michael waited in Bobby's room while he carried the linens downstairs to the laundry room. Just after Bobby left the room, the computer where Bobby had been sitting beeped, drawing Michael's attention. A dialogue box announced that file recovery was complete, and wanted to know if the files should be viewed now. Two files were listed, LOGFILE.TXT and CAM_CAP.AVI. When he came back in, Michael pointed at the monitor and asked, "You have some trouble with one of the computers?" "No, not really," Bobby answered. "I had to shut the computer off last night while it was doing something, and I wanted to see if I could recover the files it was working on when I cut it off. Looks like it probably worked." "What was it?" Michael asked. "Come on," Bobby said, grabbing a pair of sunglasses before taking Michael's hand and leading him toward the door. "I'll tell you about it in the car. Then when we get home, if you want we can see how well I managed to recover the files." - - - "You're kidding me," Michael said as he turned the car into the entrance to Abby Park. Bobby had been telling him about what had happened to him after Michael had dropped him off the previous afternoon. He had just come to the point where he caught Billy dancing in front of the web cam. "So, he was dancing in front of the web cam in his boxers?" Michael asked. "Yeah, but that's not all," Bobby continued. "You should have seen the boxers he was wearing. They were bright white with hearts all over them." "Damn that would be a sight! Do you have any idea who was watching?" "No, not yet, the log file is one of the ones I was recovering when you came over. The other is the recorded video of the dance he was doing. You can watch it when we get back to my house if you want to." Michael slowed the car and looked over at Bobby. "You mean he recorded it?" he asked, stunned. "Well, not like intentionally, no. The camera software is set up to automatically record when it's turned on," Bobby explained. "Steven and Carson used to use it quite a bit to put on shows, and they always wanted to save a copy. It was just easier to set it up so that it recorded automatically." Michael pulled the car to the curb and stopped. He turned to Bobby, a stunned expression on his face. "Steven and Carson used to put on shows?" he asked. "Yeah," Bobby admitted. "I even sort of got in the action a couple times too, but I always made sure my face wasn't in the picture." Michael shook his head as he eased off the brake and pulled the car slowly away from the curb. "Wow," he said, "my boyfriend, the amateur pornography king." "It's not anything like that! It was just like, well, they wanted to put on these little acts for people." Bobby and Michael rode in silence for a moment. Then eventually Bobby admitted after a few more questions that Steven and Carson's first "real" sex had been on cam, for an audience. Michael gave a low whistle and glanced across at Bobby. * * * Kyle came back into his bedroom, rubbing his towel across the top of his head, partially drying his hair. Joey's gaze was captured by his dick, not erect but not completely soft either, swinging between his legs. His balls were hanging low just behind it, swaying along with it as he walked. Joey wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he thought it looked as if Kyle had trimmed the dark brown patch of hair growing just above it. Joey got up and started toward the bathroom. Kyle was standing halfway between the bed and the bathroom door, and Joey paused there for a moment. He placed the palm of his hand on Kyle's stomach, right between his bellybutton and his patch of pubic hair. He didn't feel any stubble there, but could have sworn he remembered a little trail of hair leading up towards Kyle's navel from before. He put his face close to Kyle's as he allowed his hand to rub on Kyle's stomach. "Did you save me some hot water?" he whispered. Kyle looked directly into Joey's eyes and answered, "Yes, you know I did baby." They shared a quick kiss before Joey went into the bathroom to get into the shower. Kyle turned to watch him as he walked away. The tight little globes of his ass wiggled just a little as he walked. Kyle's first thought was to join Joey in the shower when he witnessed that beautiful sight, but somehow he managed to hold back. There would be plenty of time for that later he thought. One thing Joey noticed as he stepped into the warm spray of the shower was that there was a razor in a rack hanging from the pipe protruding from the wall to which the showerhead was attached. It was there among a couple different bars of soap, a bottle of shampoo and some hair conditioner. Curious, Joey picked it up and examined it. Sure enough, there were a few long, coarse hairs caught in its triple blade. There was only one place Joey could think of from where they might have come. Joey's dick had become hard almost instantly when he made that discovery. He debated whether to go ahead and jack off quickly in the shower or not, finally deciding to just save it for later. He'd probably still be hard when he went back into Kyle's room to get dressed to go swimming at Kyle's family's club. 'Fuck it,' he thought. 'It might give him a little something to think about for later, and it's bound to go down after I get dressed.' And as it turned out, Joey was still hard when he walked back into Kyle's room. Just as Kyle had done, he came back into the bedroom toweling his hair dry. His dick was swinging a little more sharply between his legs given its aroused state and his balls hung low beneath it. Kyle was lying back on the bed, propped up on his elbows watching him as he came back into the room, and although Joey wasn't looking directly at him, he could feel Kyle's eyes on him, studying his body. When he finally dropped the towel on the floor and looked at Kyle, Kyle's eyes were still focused on his mid-section. Joey couldn't resist asking - "You see anything interesting?" Kyle's attention was so concentrated that he wasn't aware of what Joey had said to him. He looked up and said "What?" "I was asking if you saw anything interesting. I think you must have," Joey replied as he sat down on the bed next to Kyle. When Joey sat down, he was close enough that their legs were touching. Kyle had put on a pair of boardie shorts and a t-shirt while Joey was in the shower, so the only skin-on-skin contact was right at their knees. That is it was, until Joey maneuvered his leg between Kyle's. Now their calves were pressed firmly together. Kyle wasn't able to help himself. He reached over and took Joey's hardness in his hand and gave a gentle squeeze. It felt very good to Joey, and he leaned back for a moment and gasped. He recovered his composure quickly enough, remembering that he wanted to save it for later, and gently slapped the back of Kyle's hand. "Not now," he said. "We have all weekend, remember?" Kyle didn't remove his hand. Instead, he used the other to push Joey back, flat onto the bed. He lowered his face over Joey's and they began to kiss. Although the kiss was initiated by Kyle, Joey quickly became the aggressor there, opening his mouth and probing with his tongue. As they kissed, Kyle's hand began slowly stroking Joey's rock hard shaft. Joey started pumping into Kyle's hand almost involuntarily. Kyle took this as a sign that he should increase his stroking, and he broke the kiss to give Joey's dick more attention. Joey was about to resist, but then he felt Kyle's mouth envelop him. He lost all resolve to wait. * * * As it turned out, Alex's "dumb" question lightened the mood somewhat, and the four boys started talking. The two couples introduced themselves to each other, and a few minutes later, Brandon and Alex had dropped their bikes in the grass and were sitting cross-legged next to each other, facing Steven and Carson who were now lying back next to each other, propped up on their elbows. They were talking and getting to know each other. "So, you guys are in high school at Fleming?" Brandon asked. "And you're like, a couple?" As was usual for them, Alex picked up where Brandon had left off. "And you're like, a couple, and everyone knows? That's so cool. We're going to school there next year." Steven and Carson both nodded, but it was Carson who spoke. "Yeah, but it isn't always that easy. There are still some people that don't accept us. It landed me in the hospital once, and just yesterday..." He let that statement trail off. Brandon and Alex hadn't heard any of the news reports about what had happened at the high school the previous afternoon. It was Alex that asked "What happened yesterday?" Steven and Carson exchanged looks, and Steven nodded, signaling Carson to go on. "Steven's mother tried to have him kidnapped after school and sent away to some brain washing place that says they can cure kids of being gay," Carson said. Brandon and Alex looked at each other for a moment, then turned back to the other two boys and said in unison, "Cure kids of being gay?" Brandon added, "Anyone would think it was flu the way they talk about it!" Steven nodded and said, "Yeah, imagine an anti-gay pill! Anyway, that's apparently what they think, but their methods are pretty extreme apparently. You might have heard of them - the 'Love Through Action' people?" Brandon had heard of them. "Oh, you mean the 'God hates fags' assholes, right?" Steven nodded again. "Yeah, that's them. If my mom had her way, I'd probably be all doped up and getting electric shock therapy right now. That seems to be their favorite 'cure' for gayness." "Bet they get off on it too," Carson threw in. "They probably all go jack off afterwards, thinking bout those kids strapped down and twitching around on the table." "Shit, how did you get away?" Alex asked, curiously. Steven put his arm around Carson's shoulders and said, "I have some really good friends that were looking out for me. They helped me get away. The assholes that tried to take me got arrested, and my dad threw my mom out of the house for her part in it." "Damn dude," Brandon said. "That really sucks." "Yeah," Steven agreed. "I had a long talk with my dad after we got home from the police station last night though, and apparently this had been coming on for a long time. Um, their breaking up that is." Alex was curious about how the other boys' parents had handled finding out that they were gay, and lovers. He already knew full well how his father felt about it, not much differently than Steven's mother apparently did. "So, your mother was against you being gay and your father was okay with it?" he asked. He knew it would probably be exactly the reverse at his house, except his mother always bowed down to whatever his father wanted. "Yeah, that's pretty much it," Steven answered, and told him the entire story about his parents walking in on them, catching them, literally, in the act. Alex turned toward Carson and asked him, "So what about your parents?" Carson looked down at his knees for just a moment before returning Alex's gaze and answering the question. "My mom is okay with it, and so is her boyfriend. I don't see my dad very much. He's sort of an asshole. My parents have been divorced for a long time... He um, well, he used to get drunk and hit her." "It's good she got you both away from him then," Brandon said. "Yeah," Alex agreed. "That would suck being around that." He had a pretty good idea what he was talking about. Even though he had never seen his father hit his mother, he knew full well that he was capable of it. Steven wanted to change the subject to something a little more pleasant. "So you guys are going to Fleming next year?" "Yeah!" Brandon and Alex both answered at once, excited. "That's cool," Carson said. "Maybe we'll see you around sometimes at school. We can introduce you to some of the other guys we know." "You mean there's other guys that are out at Fleming?" Alex asked, inferring his meaning. "Uh, yeah... The quarterback of our football team is gay. Everyone knows about him and his boyfriend," Steven told them. "You mean Michael Price, right?" Brandon said, really as more of a statement than a question. "We know him." "Yeah," Alex continued, "and his boyfriend too! In fact, this one time, we caught them..." Alex was interrupted by a sharp punch in the arm from Brandon. "Dude, don't you EVER think before you talk?" Brandon exclaimed. "It isn't our place to tell people about that." "You opened the door already," Carson said, a note of curiosity in his voice. "What exactly did you catch them doing?" "Yeah, you really have to tell us about this," Steven added, intrigued. Brandon cast a sideways glance at Alex and said "Well, you might as well go ahead now. You guys just don't tell them we told you about this, okay?" Steven and Carson agreed, and Alex told them about their camping outing in the woods and coming across Michael and Bobby having sex in the old scout pavilion in the woods. He didn't mention that they were walking around the woods naked, save for their shoes when that all happened though. Eventually the topic of conversation drifted off to other things, and the four boys were enjoying their talk. They were getting along very well together as they got to know each other. Finally, Brandon stretched out his legs and lay back on the grass with his hands behind his head. He admired the clear, blue sky for a moment - only a few puffy white clouds drifted by, high overhead. Then he propped himself up on his arms and raised his knees with his legs spread apart. When he did this, without meaning to, he gave Steven and Carson a good view up into the legs of his shorts. Carson was the first to notice that he had a clear view right into Brandon's groin, his large, flaccid cock hanging down over his nut sack. It was clear that he wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the mesh gym shorts he had on. Carson's gaze was fixed on it until Steven noticed his boyfriend was staring at the other boy, and followed his eyes to see exactly where he was looking. When he saw what Carson was looking at, he nudged him slightly and said, "It's not polite to stare, Carson." Even having admonished Carson, Steven still took a nice, long look at Brandon's equipment. Carson however, continued to stare. Brandon and Alex both picked up on what the other two were looking at and talking about. The attention he was getting caused blood to flow into his cheeks, causing an obvious blush. It also began to flow into his dick, causing it to begin to lift slightly as it became aroused. Still, he didn't make a move to conceal himself from their view. Finally Steven grabbed Carson's head and pulled him in for a deep kiss, figuring that was going to be the only way to break his gaze. When they broke apart, Carson looked into his eyes and said, "Well admit it, you looked too, didn't you?" Steven's only answer was a blush and a shrug. Carson turned back to Brandon and said, "Damn, how big does that thing get anyway? Brandon shrugged and answered, "I don't know exactly, I've never measured it." Alex reached over and stroked him a few times through his shorts and said "If you ask nicely he might show you." Brandon enjoyed the feeling of Alex rubbing him through his shorts, and the slick nylon material rubbing on his still stiffening penis. He threw his head back for just a second, but quickly recovered and batted Alex's hand away. "Alex!" he said. "Well, you will won't you?" Alex responded. "Out here? Like this, in public?" Brandon asked. "I don't think so!" "Sure, why not?" Alex said as he pulled back on Brandon's shorts, exposing more of his legs as he gathered the material into Brandon's crotch. By the time he was done, a little more than just the tip of Brandon's half-hard member was poking out into the open air. - - - Michael's car crept down the windy little road that led through the park at an idle. He had the transmission in neutral and they slowly coasted down the gentle slope. As they wound through the 'coves' they watched the other people in the park, occasionally commenting on someone they saw. The comments ranged everywhere from "Ewwwwwww, gross! Fat people shouldn't wear spandex!" to "Damn, isn't he cute!" Then Bobby spotted two of their friends sitting in the grass with a couple other guys he thought he recognized. "Isn't that Steven and Carson down there?" he asked. Michael looked at where he was pointing and answered, "Yeah I think it is." "Who is that they're with?" Bobby asked. "I know I recognize them from somewhere." It had been a long time since that day in the nearby woods when he and Michael had been very literally caught in the act by the two boys. Michael recognized them immediately though. "Um, don't you remember that day in the woods back in the fall? When we got uh, caught?" Suddenly it all came back to him. "Oh yeah, I remember," Bobby said, thinking about the two boys that had caught them having sex - the two boys who were traipsing around the woods wearing nothing but their tennis shoes. As they watched, the brunette boy put his hand over into the blonde boy's lap, and after a moment, pulled back on his shorts. They were too far away to be sure, but it looked as if the blonde boy's dick was sticking out through the leg hole of his shorts once he had done this. Michael cut off the engine and let his car drift to a stop in the 'cove' overlooking the spot where the four boys were sitting. Bobby leaned over Michael to get a better view of what was going on below them. "Why don't we go say hello?" Michael said. "You think we ought to?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, but let's get out of the car and watch up here for a few minutes first. It looks like this might be our turn to catch THEM doing something." And with that, they unfastened their seatbelts and got out of the car, quietly closing the doors so they wouldn't draw attention to themselves. They sat on the grass at the edge of the curb atop the hill, holding hands and watched what was going on below them. * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net (I will answer all e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while sometimes), 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, let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.