Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:26:14 -0500 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 40 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. All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text without my express written consent, or I'll have the old gypsy woman that lives across the lake from me put a curse on you. 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 at 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. E-mail me for a complete list (with Nifty Archive links) of my previous stories should you care to do so. Brandon and Alex Chapter Forty Joey Mitchell was drained, in more ways than one. He lay back on Kyle's bed, panting. The smell of sex hung ever so faintly in the air. Kyle was in the bathroom rinsing his mouth when Joey heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He got up quickly, rushed to where his board shorts were lying on the floor and started pulling them on. Kyle's father appeared at the top of the stairs. Henry Praegler scanned the room as he entered, considering the job the two boys had done moving his son's furniture and arranging it. Joey's back was still toward him as he came into the room. "Um, are you boys going to be ready to go over to the club to have your swim soon?" he asked. Joey turned to face him and answered, "Yes sir, I think we'll be ready in a couple minutes." Joey could feel himself blushing. He wasn't sure if he had got his pants up all the way to cover himself before Kyle's father had reached the top of the stairs. He was also worried that Kyle's father would detect that faint odor that would give away what he and Kyle had been doing. "Okay, well you two come downstairs when you're ready. I'll drive you over. I'll be ready whenever you are," Kyle's father told him, then turned and walked back down the stairs. When Kyle came back into the room, he asked "Did you say something?" "Huh?" Joey responded. "I thought I heard something," Kyle explained. "Oh, I was talking to your father," Joey told him. "He came up to let us know that he's ready to take us to the club whenever we're ready to go." Joey paused for a second, frowned, and then asked Kyle, "Hey, it's Saturday. Why is your father wearing a tie?" Kyle looked at him and shrugged. "I don't know. He always does. I used to think he even wore it to bed. Then I caught him in bed with my mom one time..." Joey thought he knew what Kyle was referring to - and in a way he did. Yeah, Kyle had caught them in bed together when he was about six years old, and they were doing exactly what Joey thought Kyle was talking about. But the point he did not appreciate was that Kyle's parents normally slept in separate beds. Kyle's parents were older than those of most of his friends. In fact, his mother had once been mistaken by a lifeguard at the club's pool for his grandmother. She had been mad at him for not being at the pool that day when she showed up looking for him. But when Kyle had told her that the lifeguard had said that his grandmother had been looking for him, she had deflated. They were very old fashioned in many ways, but spared nothing where Kyle was concerned. He was their pride and joy, and although Kyle certainly wasn't a spoiled child, he got just about anything he ever wanted. "So, you ready to go to the club for a swim?" Kyle asked. "Sure," Joey said, as he slipped his feet into his sneakers and tugged his t-shirt on over his head. "We can change into our swim suits in the locker room at the club," Kyle told him as they started down the stairs. "I have a couple suits in my locker there." Suddenly Joey realized that he might be required to change in front of other people and also recalled that he didn't have anything on under the board shorts he was wearing. Joey took hold of Kyle's arm. "Change?" he said. "What do you mean change?" "Well, we can't wear our shorts in the pool," Kyle said. "Of course we'll change. Don't worry about it." Then, having reached the bottom of the steps that led to his new room, he turned. Joey was still slightly above him on the bottom step. Kyle reached up and kissed Joey ever so briefly on the lips. "Don't worry babe, I'll be there with you." Joey felt a little better having been told that. He really didn't know what to expect when they got to the country club where Kyle's family had a membership. He had never been to a country club before, and somehow had conjured the idea that it would be a very plush and proper place where he might not fit in. His family wasn't poor by any means, but they didn't have a membership at a country club. Kyle picked up on the fact that Joey was nervous, but wasn't sure why. He wished he knew what was going on, and if there might be something he could do to make Joey feel better. When Kyle asked if something was wrong, Joey denied it. - - - Kyle's father brought the huge SUV to a stop in front of the club's main entrance. It looked as fancy a place as Joey had envisioned it, and he had arrived in a vehicle that could have been a bus in some third-world countries. Kyle's father was still wearing dress slacks and a shirt with a necktie. Joey wondered if he was going to wear those clothes to play golf. It sure seemed like he might, impractical as it was. Henry Praegler stepped around to the rear of the vehicle and opened the back to allow a valet to pull his golf clubs out as another young man, a few years older than Kyle and Joey, stepped up to the driver's door to take it away to be parked. Kyle had to nudge Joey with his elbow to get him to open the door, as he was sitting on the curb side of the Ford Excursion. The two boys exited the vehicle through the rear passenger side door and met Kyle's father at the back of the SUV. "We're going to be in the pool or the sauna," Kyle told his father. "Well, just meet us in the dining room at about five," his father told him. "Your mother will be joining us for an early dinner and I'd rather not have to come looking for you two at the pool." Kyle agreed and pushed Joey back into the SUV. "What are you doing?" Joey asked as he climbed in. "We're going to the pool," Kyle told him. "We'll get the valet to drop us off there before he parks the car. It's down the way a bit." Then Kyle looked up toward the boy, a college freshman, who had just gotten into the driver's seat. "Dude, would you mind dropping us off at the recreational pool before you park this beast?" he asked. The older teen looked back at Kyle and Joey in the mirror, taking notice of how close they were sitting. "Sure, no problem dudes. Hold on," he said as he put the large vehicle into gear and sped off from the front of the clubhouse. The rapid acceleration of the vehicle pressed them back into the seat, and it was almost an involuntary reaction that their hands met, and held, and then they squeezed each other. 'They're just a couple little rich homo boys,' the valet thought as he drove off. He had correctly guessed their relationship from the way they looked at each other and how close they were sitting in the back seat of the SUV. 'I sure hope the kid's dad will at least tip worth a damn. Probably not though, fucking geek, wearing a tie to play golf...' * * * Michael and Bobby watched as Alex pulled Brandon's dick out through the leg hole of his shorts, holding it on display for their friends on the grass below them. "Dude, if they keep this up they're going to get busted. Someone is bound to see what's going on." Bobby was genuinely concerned not only for his friends, but also for the other two. He was just barely acquainted with them from their encounter in the woods a few months before. Still, there was no way he could wish anything bad on anyone - it simply wasn't in his nature. "Okay," Michael agreed as he got up. He held his hand out to Bobby. "Let's go visit with them." Bobby took his hand, allowing Michael to pull him up. He didn't let go of Michael's hand as they headed down the hill to where the other four boys were sitting in the grass. Brandon was the first to see them coming, and when he did he brushed Alex's hand away from his nearly hard penis and tried to get everything stuffed back into the leg of his shorts. Given his aroused state, this wasn't the easiest thing to do. In fact he wasn't entirely successful. Even as Michael and Bobby stepped up to them, he was still fighting to get his shorts to conceal the entirety of his penis. All his fighting with it though didn't help. All it did was make him harder still. The result was that the now stiff shaft, pointed down his leg, held the nylon mesh material of his shorts up. This left his balls, as well as nearly the entire underside of his shaft clearly in view. It was really only the head that wasn't visible through the leg hole of Brandon's shorts, but it was easy to make out where it pushed up against the fabric of his shorts. The extent of his embarrassment was evident from the deepness of the red his face had turned. Bobby couldn't resist a little good natured ribbing - "Busted!" he called out as he and Michael walked up to the four boys sitting on the grass. Michael said nothing. He just stood next to his boyfriend, still holding his hand and smiling. Steven and Carson turned to see their friends, blushing a bit as they did. "Hey guys," Steven said. Carson just nodded as a way of greeting. Bobby and Michael sat down with the others, and Bobby asked Steven how everything was, following their ordeal the previous afternoon. Brandon and Alex listened intently as Steven filled his friends in on what happened after they separated at the police station the evening before. They were still barely able to believe what Steven and Carson had just told them about. Alex understood better than any of the others how a parent might be able to do something like that to their child, but to Carson, Bobby and Michael it was inconceivable. Brandon understood almost as well as Alex, only because of the closeness of their relationship and the threat of them being broken apart by homophobia on the part of Alex's father not all that long ago. Finally, after Steven finished updating Michael and Bobby on what happened between his parents at the police station, and what transpired between him and his father after they got home, their conversation lapsed into small talk. Fortunately for Brandon, his erection had subsided by this time, but he was still left feeling very horny. Alex, Steven and Carson felt the same, and all four wondered what may have happened if Michael and Bobby hadn't interrupted them. Carson's curiosity about how large the younger boy's tool would get when it reached its fully engorged state still overwhelmed his imagination, and he made mention of it again. He remembered to ask nicely if Brandon would show them this time. Brandon agreed, but after being caught by Bobby and Michael as they had, he told them that they would have to find someplace more suitable than out in the open in the park. He wasn't about to risk getting caught again. Bobby's curiosity was peaking as well; besides, the two boys were very cute. He wouldn't mind at all seeing what these two looked like without their clothes. He had been similarly intrigued by the size of Billy's equipment in contrast to his slight stature. 'Jesus,' he thought. 'Am I turning into a size queen or something?' He'd certainly heard of them, but didn't think until just then about becoming one himself. He'd read erotic stories online, but had always been turned off by descriptions of boys with overly large organs. Now here he was thinking about them. Of course this wasn't anything like reading a story with a boy about their ages having a ten inch cock, and not only that, this was real. "We could go to my house," he suggested. "My parents are gone for the day, and there's a pool with a really... um, private back yard." Michael gave him at sideways look, but didn't say anything. He had a pretty good idea where what Bobby was suggesting could very easily lead. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not, but he bit his tongue and kept his reservations to himself. He had been naked around multiple other boys before - after all, among other things Billy was regularly swimming with them in the nude lately, and of course there were the showers in the locker room after practice - but nothing sexual had ever happened on any of those occasions. Both the other couples considered the offer. Alex made the agreement for him and Brandon both. Carson readily agreed as soon as Alex said that he and Brandon would go - he definitely wanted to see the monster Brandon was hiding in those shorts, and Steven wasn't about to let Carson go by himself. Since the other boys were riding their bikes and Michael and Bobby were driving in Michael's car, Steven and Carson would show Brandon and Alex the way to Bobby's house while Michael and Bobby went on ahead to get things ready. * * * Kyle and Joey were dropped off at the building that fronted the "recreational" pool at Kyle's family's club. Kyle dropped a five dollar bill over the front seat to tip the valet before sliding out. He knew his father wouldn't tip well - he never did, and the valet really hadn't been required to drop them off. Once they were out of the Excursion and the vehicle's door was closed, the valet drove off, accelerating quickly away. Joey and Kyle realized at the same moment that they were still holding hands as they stood on the sidewalk as the SUV pulled left them standing in front of the building that housed the locker rooms and saunas and let go before anyone could see them. The pool where they were dropped off was not the one used for competitive swimming, although the club did have an Olympic size pool that was used for that purpose. Joey went over to the fence to look in at the pool where he was joined a moment later by Kyle. It was oddly shaped, almost square, but with an angle cut off one side where the deep end and diving boards were located. Ropes marked off the diving area and a shallow play area where most of the kids were. They ranged from very young, six or seven years old all the way up to the teen years, though the groupings of apparent friends were very distinctive by age. Some parents and their smaller children were gathered at a small wading pool that was built off to one side. Finally Kyle pulled Joey away from the fence, "Come on, let's get changed and join them." Joey followed Kyle into the locker room, where he stepped up to a locker and opened it. He pulled two very skimpy swimsuits off a shelf and held them out toward Joey, one in each hand. "Here," he said. "You're the guest; you pick the one you want." One was black, the other a light grey color. Joey reached out and took the grey one. "You sure this will fit me?" he asked. His stature was a bit smaller than Kyle's so it was a legitimate question. "Sure it will," Kyle assured him. "Those are both ones I wore last year. I sort of out grew them. I have a couple others that are more my size." And with that, he pulled a bright red suit down from the shelf. "I'll wear this one," he said. He was glad that Joey had picked the light grey one. He knew it would become translucent and nearly see through once it was wet. He had always worn it when he was feeling a bit like showing off. They stripped off their clothes, placing them in Kyle's locker. Then they stood naked for a moment, each admiring the other's body. Their penises were beginning to thicken a little when the noise of younger boys' voices approaching broke the trace they had fallen into. They were just pulling their swimsuits up past their knees when three little boys, about eight or nine years old burst into the locker room. The first stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted the two teens pulling the skimpy bathing suits up their legs, causing the other two to crash into him. This commotion caused Joey and Kyle both to pause and look in their direction, giving them a little longer look at their uncovered mid-sections. The three boys, curious, simply stood and stared until Kyle, with a wide grin on his face, pulled his suit the rest of the way up, and then stuck his hand down the front to adjust his dick into a comfortable position. Then Kyle nudged Joey, who was still slightly bent over holding his bathing suit midway up his thighs looking back at the boys. Joey slowly pulled his swimsuit up and adjusted his cock, pushing it off to the side so that it was in a less obvious position, or so he hoped. Once his dick and balls were tucked inside, the three boys ran off toward the back of the locker room where the men's sauna and Jacuzzi were located. Joey turned to Kyle and asked, "You don't think those kids are, um, well, gay do you?" "Nah," Kyle answered. "Just curious about what their bodies are going to be like in a few years. Come on, let's go get wet." Kyle grabbed them each a towel from a shelf by the locker room door as they went out onto the concrete pool deck. They spread their towels out onto two lounge chairs near the edge of the concrete area, next to a large grassy area. Several other teen boys and girls had their towels spread out on the grass and were lying on them, sunning themselves. Kyle and Joey went into the water almost immediately, and started splashing and playing. They weren't paying that much attention to anyone else, when suddenly Kyle felt a hand at each hip, tugging at his Speedo. Joey was in front of him, so this came as a complete surprise to him. He reached down to keep hold of his suit so he wouldn't be pantsed in the pool. Once the hands of this unknown person were removed, Kyle turned his back on Joey to try to see who had tried to pull his bathing suit down. All he could tell was that it was a brown haired boy with a deep tan and wearing bright blue board shorts. He was swimming away, still under water. He had no idea who it could have been. The thought crossed his mind that whoever it was could sure hold his breath for a long time, and must be an accomplished swimmer. "What's wrong?" Joey asked as he swam up next to him. "Somebody just tried to pants me," Kyle told him. He watched as the boy surfaced at the far end of the pool, near where their towels were, and walked away to the grassy area beyond where he lay down with the mixed group of teen boys and girls. Kyle couldn't tell who it was, as he only saw his back, but there was something familiar about him as he walked away. "Who was it?" Joey asked. "I'm not sure; I only saw him underwater and his back when he got out of the pool just now. It was that guy with the blue boardies on." "Who is he?" Joey persisted. "I'm not sure," Kyle replied. "He looked familiar, but from behind I couldn't tell. I'm sure I know him from somewhere though." Somewhere in the back of his mind, a vision of Doug Summers came into focus though. Suddenly, Joey jumped on Kyle, dunking him under the water. This resulted in a lot of horseplay between the two and moments later the incident with the boy in the blue shorts was all but forgotten. By the time Joey and Kyle returned to their lounges, the group that had been lying on the grass was gone. * * * 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.