Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 17:28:11 -0700
From: Tom Baxter <tbax93722@hotmail.com>
Subject: pensacola - 14

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Pensacola - Chapter 14
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Josh and Ryan were excited when they saw the flight schedule. "Dude! We're
scheduled to fly together!" Josh exclaimed. Ryan grabbed the flight
schedule out of his hands and looked for his name. There it was... 1:30
brief -- for a 3:00 launch with Lt Austin and Ensign Scott flying Form-8
and Lt Garcia and Ensign Young flying Form-4.

"This is so cool!" Ryan announced excitedly. "I get to fly lead for your
formation maneuvers and you get to fly lead for mine!" Ryan continued. "Ya,
let's break out the T-34 models this evening and fly the entire flight so
we have it down cold" Josh suggested.

It was Jane's day off, so Brandon ate dinner at home with his mom before
running all the way to Josh's to hang out with his boyfriends. Josh and
Ryan were excited to get to studying for their flight the next day, so they
stopped at What-a-Burger and picked up dinner to bring home.

Immediately after finishing their burgers, Josh and Ryan each grabbed a
T-34 model and Josh briefed the maneuvers and conduct of the flight. Since
Josh was a few flights ahead of Ryan, he was more familiar with the way
that Lt Austin would brief the flight.

The training manual called for a running rendezvous on Form-4, which was
the syllabus flight that Ryan would be flying. So, Josh explained how they
would line up on the runway together and Ryan would start his takeoff roll
10 seconds after Josh went to full throttle.

Josh briefed each exercise and they each maneuvered their model aircraft to
the exact position that they would fly their aircraft on the actual flight
the next day.  Ryan asked a few questions that Josh was easily able to
answer. Not only was Josh a little further through the program than Ryan,
he also continued to maintain his position as `top of the class'
grade-wise.

"Hey guys! Whatcha doin?" Brandon chirped as he came through the front
door, panting slightly from his run. "We're flying together tomorrow!" Ryan
replied excitedly. "Ya, and we're practicing the maneuvers we are going to
fly together" Josh added. Brandon sat down and watched them. There was a
time, not that long ago, when he got to practice flying with Josh using the
model airplanes. He figured that it made more sense to do it with Ryan now,
since he knew what was going on... but it still hurt a little that he had
been `replaced'.

There was a knock at the door and Brandon went to answer it. It was Spence
and John. "Hey dudes!" Brandon greeted them. See, I told you Brandon would
be here" Spence said to John. "Is that weird?" Brandon asked. "No dude,
John was just uncomfortable comin over to Josh's to hang out, but I told
him you would probably be here, so that made it cool" Spence explained.

Brandon was pleased that John was eager to hang out with him. Brandon
really liked John. Spence was always friendly too, but Brandon always
figured he had a little more in common with John. Plus, Brandon was also
beginning to realize that John really turned him on!

"You guys playin with ur airplanes?" asked Spence when he saw Josh and Ryan
moving around the living room holding the model airplanes. It was a funny
sight to see these two Navy pilots, still in their flight suits maneuvering
their model planes. They looked like two little boys playing!

"No dude! We have a flight together tomorrow and we're practicing what
we're gonna do" Ryan laughed as he explained. "That's so cool! You guys are
always doin something awesome over here" Spence showed genuine
interest. Spence then became enthralled watching each maneuver as Josh
briefed Ryan on exactly what they would be doing. Spence didn't know all of
the jargon, but he could have watched the two of them all day long.

This left Brandon and John to hang alone. They didn't mind. "So whatcha do
today?" asked Brandon. "I've got soccer camp for the next month" explained
John. "So I have clinics every afternoon" he continued. "Soccer's cool!"
said Brandon. "You should come by tomorrow and watch a bit of our
practice... Wear ur shorts and shoes and then we can kick the ball around
for a bit" John suggested. "Cool, I'll be there!" Brandon agreed.

"Wanna beer?" Brandon offered John. "Sure, if it's cool!" replied
John. "Sure it's cool. Hell, I cook dinner for these guys in here most
nights, it's like it's my kitchen!" Brandon joked. He handed John a Bud
Light. "Thanks dude!" John smiled. "We shoulda started hangin out sooner,
ur really cool" John continued.  "Ya, that woulda been awesome" Brandon
agreed.

"You got a girlfriend?" John asked. "Na" Brandon replied. "Ya, I guess it's
funner to hang over here at Josh's than deal with that bullshit" John
commented. "You got a girlfriend?" Brandon returned the question. "Na" John
answered the same as Brandon. "Shit, you guys have got girls hangin out
with you all the time. None of them wanna go out with you?" Brandon
pressed.

"It's not that they don't wanna go out with me... I just don't wanna go out
with them" John laughed... its not my thing" he explained. Brandon just
accepted this answer and nodded his head. Both Ryan and Spence had held
their promises not to divulge the sexuality of their friends to others, but
the truth had a way of finding its way out on its own.

Brandon and John were starting to get a vibe from each other. There is a
way that a boy smiles at another boy when he is sexually interested in him
that other boys just don't do. And when two boys are smiling at each other
in the same way, it is just a matter of time before they both start
figuring it out.

Brandon and John both took sips from their beer cans and then smiled at
each other. "You guys are drinkin over here?" asked Spence as he came
over. "Hey Brandon, could you get Spence a beer?" yelled Ryan, holding his
T-34 model directly underneath Josh's as they simulated a
barrel-roll. "Sure thing dude!"  Brandon replied as he got a beer for
Spence.

Brandon had always been very attracted to Spence as well, but when he
smiled at Spence, he didn't get the same smile in return. Also, Ryan came
back from that date where he was supposed to discover Spence's sexuality a
week ago and had been reluctant to tell what he had found out. He knew Ryan
would have been ecstatic and probably would have dumped him and Josh if
Ryan had found that Spence was gay, so Brandon just figured that he
wasn't. "Well, Spence is still good eye-candy!" Brandon thought to himself.

Josh and Ryan finished their flying and joined the boys at the kitchen
table with a beer. Ryan grabbed a bar stool because there were only four
chairs. "Whatcha guys talking about?" asked Josh. "Soccer an girls an shit"
answered Brandon.  This raised an eyebrow on everyone at the table. Josh
knew that Brandon didn't have much to discuss about girls, and Spence and
Ryan both knew that neither Brandon nor John had much use for girls.

"Cool" Josh commented and nodded his head awkwardly. "So how do you fly one
airplane under another through a loop? Wouldn't the bottom airplane just
fall into the top one when ur upside down at the top of the loop?"
questioned Spence.  "Ask Josh, I haven't actually done it yet... I
certainly hope my plane isn't gonna just fall into his" joked Ryan. Brandon
and John looked at each other again and smiled, as they knew they were back
out of the conversation.

"The aerodynamics of the wing remain the same whether the aircraft is
upright or inverted" Josh began explaining. "But what about gravity?" asked
Spence. "The gravity that is affecting one plane is affecting the other one
the exact same way, right? If you drop two things next to each other, they
will fall at the same rate, right? That's Galileo's law of gravity!" Josh
continued.

Spence idolized these Navy pilots. They were so cool, had these incredible
aviation skills, yet knew stuff like they were library nerds. This package
of coolness, athleticism, and knowledge was the sort of thing that makes
James Bond such an incredible character, and here he knew a couple guys
like this in real life.

"That explanation went right over my head!" observed Brandon. "Me too!"
laughed John in agreement. They all sat at the kitchen table talking about
flying, soccer and other stuff for the next couple hours. They even had
several beers, but the subject of girls never came up again.

Spence and John left about 9:00 pm leaving Josh, Brandon and Ryan alone at
the table. "Fuck, I swear that John is gay!" Josh laughed. "Why do you say
that?"  questioned Brandon. "I don't know... but I just think that little
fucker sucks dick!"  Josh laughed again. "Well he's got a girlfriend"
Brandon lied. Ryan, knowing that this simply wasn't true, gave Brandon an
odd look as he wondered what was up.

Brandon wasn't even sure why he lied about John having a girlfriend, but he
knew that he didn't want John's sexual orientation to become some joke over
a beer. He felt that he was beginning to have a special connection with
John and wanted to explore this on his own, without the jeers and snickers
of Josh and Ryan.

"Well, I gotta take you home in a little bit, huh?" Josh remarked. "Maybe
we should have some fun!" he suggested with a giggle. Ryan got a big smile
on his face and put his arm around Brandon's shoulders as he led him down
the hallway to Josh's big bed.

Ryan pressed his lips to Brandon's as they fell onto the bed in a tight
embrace.  Josh stood next to them, unzipped his flight suit and peeled his
t-shirt over his head. Brandon looked up at his hero and admired his well
defined muscles as he lifted his shirt. Ryan, meanwhile, had invaded
Brandon's shorts and had swallowed his hardening cock.

When Josh had completely disrobed, he presented his rock hard penis to
Brandon, who eagerly took it into his mouth. Josh's hips pumped towards
Brandon's face as he held the back of Brandon's head. Ryan jacked Brandon's
cock in rhythm with his sucking and Brandon began to whimper.

Josh was the first to let loose a load and it sprayed Brandon's eyes, nose
and cheeks. Brandon licked around his mouth to taste a bit of his
boyfriend's seed as it dripped down his face.

About this moment Brandon reached his climax as well and shot several good
streams of teen cum down Ryan's hungry throat. Josh grabbed Brandon a towel
from his nightstand and Brandon wiped Josh's spunk from his face.

Josh looked at the clock and commented "Shit, its bout time I bring u home,
huh?" Brandon looked at the clock and agreed. Josh threw on a pair of jeans
and a t-shirt as Brandon pulled his shorts up and tightened his belt. Ryan
lay back on the bed and began to masturbate himself. "Sorry dude, I'll be
right back" Josh chuckled as he and Brandon left the room.

On the short drive to Brandon's trailer, Brandon confided to Josh "You
know, everything is just not the same." "What do you mean lil buddy?" Josh
replied. "I don't know, but you and I just used to have this thing that I
can't even describe...  and I just don't feel we have that anymore" Brandon
disclosed with a sniffle.

"Ahh Brandon... you are so special to me. Please don't be sad, that just
tears me up. I promise... we'll work on this. We'll make it the way it used
to be!" Josh pleaded. They pulled into Brandon's driveway and Josh
enveloped Brandon's slight body in a hug.

                        ===============

Josh and Ryan got to the Ready Room early on Wednesday afternoon. They
gathered the necessary weather data and put it up on the briefing room
board and discussed the flight as they waited for Lt Austin.

At the top of the board Josh had written "Scooter/Chico Flight". On
formation flights, when the pilots spoke on the radio, they referred to
their flight by the `call- sign' of the lead pilot. This enabled all of the
pilots on that radio frequency to know whether a message was for them or
not.

The students didn't get to pick their own call-signs, the instructors made
them up, and sometimes they were not very complementary. Josh and Ryan
didn't end up with anything bad. Josh was called `Scooter' based on his
last name -- Scott.  Ryan's call sign was a little more imaginative. He was
called `Chico' because the instructors thought he looked like a little
boy. So, when Josh was leading the flight they would be called `Scooter
Flight', when Ryan was leading, they would be `Chico Flight'.

Lt Austin, call sign `Augie', was one of the senior instructors, probably
about ready to be promoted to Lieutenant Commander. He was known to be
thorough and tough, yet fair. Lt Austin would brief the entire flight and
then Lt Garcia, call sign `Speedy', would join them just before they walked
to their aircraft.

An hour and a half later, Ryan taxied his T-34C Turbo Mentor onto the
runway along side of Josh's aircraft. After giving the `run-up signal',
Josh `kissed-off' Ryan and started his takeoff roll. Ryan punched his clock
and then started his roll exactly 10 seconds later. At lift-off, Ryan was
about 300 feet behind Josh.

The boys executed their rendezvous just the way that Lt Austin had briefed
it...  Josh reduced his power and climbed out at 150 knots and Ryan left
his aircraft at max thrust and accelerated to 175 knots. After they closed
the distance between them and joined, Josh expertly led the `flight of two'
into Operating Area 1 over southern Alabama.

After some routine practice in formation flying, they began the aerobatic
phase of the flight. With Ryan flying his aircraft four feet from Josh's
right wing, Josh pressed his throttle forward and raised his nose as he
began banking the aircraft to the left. He was leading Ryan through a
`wing-over', a relatively mild maneuver that turned the flight 180 degrees
in the same manner a skate-boarder would bank up and turn around at the end
of an empty swimming pool.

Ryan hung onto Josh's wing throughout the maneuver, but he was very
nervous, and began to uncontrollably shake. It showed in his flying. Ryan's
aircraft did not smoothly follow Josh's, but rather was jerking up and down
as Ryan over- controlled his movement of the aircraft's joystick.

"Scooter flight, give us a chance to stabilize before we press on" Lt
Garcia called to Josh over the radio. "Roger" Josh replied.

"Calm down Ryan!" Lt Garcia urged. "You are going to totally wear yourself
out...  step out a few more feet from the lead, smooth it out, then we can
tuck it back in there" the lieutenant continued. Ryan had sweat pouring
down his face. He was way too hot, but he had already checked the
air-conditioning twice and it was on full. He adjusted the vents to blow
directly on his face. His heart was racing and he couldn't stop his arms
and legs from shaking.

"Put your mic on hot" Lt Garcia instructed. "I want to hear your breathing"
he explained. As soon as Ryan reached down and flipped the switch that made
his microphone constantly active on the ICS, he knew what the lieutenant
was talking about. The sound of his rapid breathing filled the headset
mounted within his helmet.

"Ok Ryan, concentrate on your breathing... you've got to calm down" Lt
Garcia said coolly. As Ryan's eyes were locked on Josh's aircraft, and his
hands flew his plane dangerously close to Josh's, he focused on relaxing
and slowing his breathing. "Now, let's null out these oscillations" Lt
Garcia said calmly as he put his hand on the control stick to slow Ryan's
wild control movements.

As the up and down movement between the two aircraft slowed and became less
pronounced, Ryan regained his composure and the lieutenant let go of the
stick.  "You still have control" said Lt Garcia. "I have control" replied
Ryan as they ensured both pilots knew who had control of the aircraft.

"Nice... now tuck back into Parade Position" Lt Garcia praised as he
instructed Ryan to move back into the proper position, four feet from
Josh's wing.

"Scooter flight, we're ready to proceed" Lt Garcia called to Josh over the
radio.  Josh pressed his throttle forward and looked over his right
shoulder. Looking down his wing, he saw Ryan's dark visored helmet locked
onto Josh's aircraft.  Josh was pleased that Ryan was hanging with him now.

Josh raised his nose and began rolling the aircraft to the left. Ryan
worked hard to maintain the exact position off Josh's wing as the roll
continued a full 360 degrees around.

Ryan's maneuver was much more difficult than simply rolling his own
aircraft in that he was rolling about Josh's axis, not his own. In a normal
aileron roll, the fuselage of the plane stays fairly stationary throughout
the roll. Ryan, however, now had to fly more of a corkscrew.

As the roll reached a little past the half-way point, Ryan was
concentrating on Josh's inverted aircraft with the Alabama coastline
beneath him, and once again Ryan's nerves took control. The sight he was
looking at just seemed unnatural and dangerous as he was upside down, four
feet from another airplane. He was looking up out of the top of his canopy
at Josh's plane and the waves crashing on the beach below. His control
movements became erratic.

"Whoa Ryan! Settle down! You're gonna get `spit-out'" Lt Garcia cried
out. Ryan suddenly couldn't control his survival instinct to put some
distance between the two aircraft and he slammed the stick right and
pulled. This rapid reversal of controls, while the aircraft was climbing
and slowing, sent the aircraft out of control.

The aircraft went from 60 degrees nose high to 80 degrees nose down almost
instantly. Ryan didn't react as required to recover the aircraft. The
aircraft then flipped over in a post-stall gyration. "I have control!" Lt
Garcia excitedly screamed as he took the stick and initiated the recovery.

"What the hell was that!?" Lt Garcia demanded after he had the T-34 back
upright in level flight. "Did we spit you out on that last one Chico?" Lt
Austin spoke up on the radio after he looked back and couldn't find Ryan's
plane. "Give us a minute Augie" Lt Garcia replied.

"Talk to me Ryan! Are you still with me up there?" Lt Garcia
uncharacteristically yelled. "I'm sorry sir... I just couldn't do it. I got
scared" Ryan sheepishly explained. "Fuck!" Lt Garcia yelled. "That was
simply unsatisfactory... what if you were solo?" he continued. That
word... `Unsatisfactory' hit Ryan like a knife. That was the word the Navy
used for a flight failure, also known as a `Down'.

"Can you square this away and continue?" Lt Garcia questioned. "I'm not
sure sir" Ryan replied. "Well, we can't do that again!" Lt Garcia
contemplated. "This flight is over. I'll fly lead so Ensign Scott can
complete his flight and then we'll sort this out on the ground.

"Ok Augie, we're done back here... I'm gonna fly lead for you guys now. I'm
gonna start a rendezvous circle over Barin, why don't you guys come join on
us."  Lt Garcia announced on the radio. "Sure thing Speedy... we'll be with
you in a few minutes" Lt Austin replied.

Josh tensed up himself. "Had Ryan just done something horrible and gotten a
`Down'?" Josh thought. "He had to have failed the event or they wouldn't
have stopped the flight" he reasoned. Josh worked hard to
`compartmentalize' this as he had a job to do now and he couldn't let
Ryan's problems affect his flying.

Ryan's heart was racing, sweat was pouring down his forehead. His head hung
down in the front cockpit as Lt Garcia flew from the back. Would he be
kicked out of Flight School? He didn't know... but he knew this was gonna
be bad.

Josh completed his maneuvers and the flight of two returned to Whiting
Field.  After a few comments on the `conduct of flight', the pilots of the
two aircraft separated to two rooms to complete their debriefings.

Lt Garcia was probably the coolest, calmest instructor in the squadron. He
actually had never given a student a `Down' before, but he had the draw the
line at safety. Ryan wasn't safe and allowing him to continue wouldn't have
been good for any of them. So Ryan was given a failure on the flight.

A `Down' set a series of events in motion... Ryan was immediately grounded
and off the flight schedule. Within a couple of days a panel of senior
flight instructors would review everything Ryan had done thus far in Flight
School and then they would interview him. The interview would be a
`grilling' session that was designed to scare the student as much as assess
his motivation and ability to continue the program.

The panel would then make a recommendation to the commanding officer, CDR
Richardson, who would make the final decision of whether to retain the
student and what additional training would be given.

Josh finished his debriefing with Lt Austin first and waited for Ryan in
the Ready Room. When the briefing room door opened and Ryan came out,
Josh's heart sank as he saw his favorite fellow pilot. Ryan looked at Josh
as if he were a scared little boy. He knew Ryan had just been given a Down,
and was concerned how Ryan would take it.

Josh and Ryan walked to the parking lot together. Ryan seemed so
emotionally distraught that Josh dropped his normal straight Navy protocol
and put his arm around his boyfriend. Ryan wanted to just melt into Josh's
strong arms, but he couldn't, not here in front of the Ready Room. Ryan had
held his composure during his debriefing, but now here alone with Josh, he
began to cry.

They quickly climbed inside the relative privacy of Josh's BMW. They still
couldn't hug, but at least they could talk. "God, what happened up there
dude!?" Josh asked compassionately. "I just freaked! I've never been so
scared, I just couldn't control myself" Ryan confided.

"I'm sorry sweetie" Josh consoled him. "Fuuuuck!" Ryan screamed as he
grabbed his head in his hands... "I fucked up so bad! Maybe I really don't
belong here with you guys!"

"Don't say that!" Josh began to cry as well. "I know ur a good pilot... I
know you can do this!" Josh continued. Josh kept an arm up around Ryan's
shoulders as Ryan leaned forward in the car seat.

"Do you wanna go home, or to the Study Center?" Josh asked. "Fuck, the last
place I wanna go right now is the Study Center" Ryan cried. "Man, news is
gonna travel fast and those bastards are all gonna be talking bout
you... do you want them to be makin shit up about you behind ur back, or do
you wanna go face them like a man?" Josh reasoned.

"I don't feel like a man... I feel like a total pussy!" pouted Ryan. "Dude,
I am gonna love you and console you as much as you need, but ur gonna have
to stand up and demand some respect. And, you gotta be adamant that you can
get past this in order to make it!" Josh insisted.

Ryan sat and pondered this. He knew what was in store for him in the next
few days. He had seen other students go through it. Josh was right. He
would get kicked-out for sure if he didn't hold his head up to everyone and
show that he could proudly and confidently get back in the saddle.

The two of them dried their eyes and then checked each other to ensure that
their eyes weren't red. They were surprised that when they walked into the
Study Center, the news of Ryan's Down had already reached the guys over
there.  "Fuck, pilots are worse than fuckin sorority girls when it comes to
spreading gossip about one of them slipping up" Josh thought.

"Dude! What happened?" was the chorus they heard. Josh felt there was a
fakeness to everyone's concern for Ryan. Josh realized that each of these
guys was relieved that it happened to somebody else and not them.

Ryan confidently explained how he lost control of his aircraft while
inverted in formation. "Shit that sucks" Nick empathized. "What do you
spose they'll do at the board?" he asked. "They're gonna grill him like
they do everyone else who fucks up around here and then he'll be back in
the cockpit in a couple of days!"  Josh interrupted. "Ya! That's what's
gonna go down" Brad agreed.

Josh was looking at his classmates a little as if they were wolves, eager
to hop on the weak one and take him out. He realized that this analogy
wasn't totally fair to them, but their eagerness to watch someone else fail
in order to improve their own position disgusted him. "Have they forgotten
that they all pledged that the entire class would graduate?" he thought.

                            ===============

Brandon put on some gym shorts, t-shirt and sneakers and went down to the
high school to find John. He sat in the bleachers and watched the boys play
soccer for about a half hour. A retired semi-pro player was giving a 6 week
summer clinic for local soccer players.

The soccer-pro was drilling the boys at moving the ball down field quickly
while passing the ball to avoid opposing players. Each time they completed
the exercise, he demanded that they move faster and faster. The speed lead
to errors, but through this practice, they were learning to reduce and
eliminate these errors.

After the clinic broke up, John walked towards Brandon in the
bleachers. John had been looking for Brandon and was pleased when he saw
him sitting watching him practice.

"That was cool! You look like you got that shit down!" Brandon greeted John
with praise. "Thanks dude, I've been playing since I was five, I'm glad you
think I've picked up something along the way!" John joked.

They sat for a few minutes and discussed what they had done since seeing
each other the previous evening. Then they talked about the soccer drills
and the different players. John was curious that Brandon wanted to discuss
the same players that John was interested in. Most of the players were
older. Some of them played very well and were built very nicely!

"Let's kick the ball around for a bit" John suggested. John knew a lot
about soccer, so he was easily able to fake Brandon out and run right past
him while kicking the ball. "Dude, ur sposed to try to steal the ball!"
John teased, full well knowing that he was too good for Brandon to be able
to do that.

After a while, John stopped showing Brandon up and taught him a couple of
tricks for maintaining control of the ball. Brandon was having a great
time, not just with the soccer, but with John. They managed to share their
special smile and catch each others' eye several times as they ran up and
down the field.

"They're gonna close the building soon... come on!" John suggested. Brandon
happily followed John down to the locker room. "I would just grab my shit
and go, but I'm so sweaty, I gotta take a shower... Why don't you shower
too?" John suggested. "I don't have anything clean to change into" Brandon
reasoned.

"Well, would you rather be clean in dirty clothes or sweaty in dirty
clothes?" John laughed. Brandon agreed and followed John to his
locker. Brandon watched John closely and matched him piece by piece as he
removed his clothes. His excitement was unbearable. He was concerned that
he would not be able to keep his cock under control.

"We'll have to share this towel -- but I'll let you use it first" John
offered as he started for the showers. John held the towel in one hand as
he walked to the showers totally nude. Brandon followed dutifully behind
him, watching John's ass as he walked. His dick began to thicken a bit.

They chose two showers and began to wash the sweat off of their tight teen
bodies. While John was washing his hair, Brandon took the opportunity to
examine John's body more closely. It was amazing! John was fat free and
incredibly toned. The tightness of his pectorals, the v-cut of his groin
and the six- pack of his abdominals were all unbelievable.

Brandon forgot that he was trying to subtly check out his buddy and John
caught him full-on ogling his body. John simply gave Brandon a knowing
smile and lowered his own eyes to fully examine Brandon's body as
well. Brandon blushed.

After they turned their showers off, John grabbed the towel off the hook
and handed it to Brandon to dry off first as promised. After Brandon had
dried his front, John said "Hey, I'll dry ur back... that's always such a
pain, isn't it?"  Brandon stood silently as John ran his towel covered
hands down his sides, across his back and across his ass to his
legs. Brandon was in heaven!

"Shit, ur standing there freezing. Let's get you dry too!" Brandon suddenly
announced after noticing John's wet body. Brandon grabbed the towel and
began drying John's body front and back. When he dried John's package, he
respectfully refrained from groping, but made sure it was dry.

John and Brandon giggled slightly and looked into each others eyes. At this
moment, any doubt either of them may have had as to whether they were
sexually attracted to each other was gone. John gave Brandon a knowing
smile and Brandon returned it. They both knew that they needed to find
somewhere to go.

"So do you wanna hang out?" John asked as they were getting dressed. "That
would be cool" Brandon agreed. "My mom works evenings, so I'm home alone
til bout 11pm anyway" he threw in. It turned out that John only lived a few
blocks from Brandon, so they headed to Brandon's trailer to hang out. John
made a phone call home to let them know not to expect him right after
practice.

John wasn't impressed by Brandon's trailer home, but thought it was really
cool that Brandon had it to himself everyday until late when his mother
came home from work. "Sometimes my friends and I will sit out here on this
deck and drink beer" Brandon explained as they climbed the few steps up to
the front porch.

Brandon didn't have any beer right now, so he wasn't able to offer one to
John.  Since he started hanging with Josh, he really didn't need to bug
Jim's brother to buy him beer anymore, and if Josh bought some, they
usually brought it back to Josh's apartment.

They sat on the sofa and watched some television. Brandon was flipping
through the channels and came across the Jerry Springer Show. The program
was on secret cross-dressers. The boys cracked up as this man came onto the
stage wearing little pink panties and a bra to reveal his cross-dressing
fetish to his wife.

The wife screamed in disgust and began hitting the man as he described how
he would prance around the house in one of his many teddies or other
negligees after his wife would leave for work. Brandon and John were
rolling in laughter on the sofa.

"You would probably look good in some pink panties" John joked to Brandon.
"Fuck you dude, you probably have a whole drawer full of little skimpy,
lacy shit to put on!" Brandon shot back. They laughed and then began
wrestling one another. John was a little more muscular than Brandon and
quickly got Brandon's arms pinned as he lay atop him on the sofa.

John looked down at Brandon's smiling face and couldn't resist leaning in
for a kiss.  John was relieved when Brandon didn't resist, but rather
welcomed the kiss by lifting his head slightly to meet John's
lips. Electricity ran through both of them.  The feeling of experiencing
this forbidden love with another attractive boy was incredible!

The initial pressing of lips together evolved into intense tongue licking
and sucking. John released Brandon's arms and moved his hands up to caress
the sides of Brandon's face. Brandon's hands slid around and found John's
ass.  Brandon massaged and kneaded John's bubble butt as John lay on his
body.

John took a break from the kissing and lifted his head. He looked into
Brandon's eyes just as the woman on the television screamed at her husband
"You fucking faggot!!!" Brandon and John both cracked up again. John leaned
in for another quick tasted of Brandon's mouth and lips.

The woman on the TV jumped out of her chair and began hitting her husband
as she screamed about what their children and their friends would think
when they found out their father was a "panty wearing homo!" John and
Brandon sat up on the sofa to watch and chuckle at this exchange.

"Do you suppose he's really gay, or maybe he just likes the panties?"
suggested Brandon. "I suck dick, but I don't wear panties, so I don't think
the two really have anything to do with one another" joked John. Brandon
liked this comment, because it confirmed that John was really gay and not
just experimenting here.

As they sat and watched Springer, their hands resumed exploring each other.
Brandon ran his hand up John's inner thigh and found a very hard
cock. John's hand worked its way to Brandon's crotch as well. They turned
towards each other and started kissing again as Brandon moved his hands
under John's shirt and felt the chest and abdomen that he was so admiring
in the shower earlier.

John pulled Brandon's shirt over his head and Brandon did the same to John.
Now as they kissed, John struggled to open Brandon's belt and pants,
Brandon reached down and helped him a little.

An electric pulse ran through Brandon's body when John managed to free his
cock and wrapped his hand around it. "Ahhh!" Brandon moaned. John stroked
up and down Brandon's shaft and Brandon shivered in ecstasy. John wanted to
taste his newly found playmate, so he pulled Brandon's shorts down and
engulfed his teen boner. Brandon wrapped his hands around John's head and
pulled him in towards his prize.

Brandon's excitement level was so high that he could barely control
himself. He started to get vocal. "Fuuuck! God that feels good. Suck it!
Brandon panted. John dutifully bobbed up and down on Brandon's cock as he
stroked the shaft.

Brandon could feel the tension of his pending orgasm building. "Im gonna
shoot!"  he warned John, not knowing how John felt about cum in his
mouth. John reacted to this by grabbing Brandon's dick tighter and sucking
harder and faster.  Brandon erupted into John's throat as he hugged his
head.

Spurt after spurt of teen jiz shot from Brandon's cock as John eagerly
sucked and swallowed. Brandon couldn't take the intensity of the feeling
any more and pulled John off his beet red boy rod. "Fuck that was amazing!"
Brandon exclaimed as he collapsed back onto the cushions of the sofa.

John sat up and wiped some stray cum from his lips and smiled at Brandon.
Brandon couldn't help but to return this smile that they had been sharing
for a couple of days now.

They curled up on the sofa together into a ball of boy flesh as they
continued to watch the ridiculous antics of the Springer show. A fat woman
in the audience stood up and told the man in the panties that he was a
homosexual and not a real man, and then turned to his wife and told her
that she was the one who made him that way!

The wife, pretty fat herself, got up from her seat, screaming obscenities
and charged towards the woman in the audience. Her boobs bounced wildly as
she waddled across the stage, causing one breast to become dislodged and it
popped outside of her shirt. Just then, one of the Springer security guards
grabbed her to keep her from attacking the lady in the audience.

John and Brandon were cheering her on! "Let the bitch go!" Brandon yelled.
"Ya... Cat fight!" John howled in agreement. The security guy's hand was
full-on grabbing the woman's tit as he attempted to hold the cow back.
"He's got a hand-full!"  cried Brandon. "That's more than a hand-full, it's
more like a watermelon!"  screamed John in laughter.

The buttons of the woman's shirt popped and the shirt tore as she fell to
the floor, still clawing her way towards the jeering audience woman who was
calling her a fat, stupid bitch that couldn't keep her man happy.

The boys were completely engulfed in the program as it went to commercial.
Brandon was having a awesome time laughing at this stupid show with John.
He was pretty sure that Josh and Ryan felt a little too sophisticated to
engage in such juvenile activities, so it was fun having someone to just be
a silly boy with again.

"Dude, I'm having so much fun, but I really gotta go home!" John told
Brandon.  "Shit if did get kinda late" Brandon agreed as he checked the
clock. Brandon suddenly wondered why he hadn't heard from Josh at all.

"But dude, you didn't get off!" Brandon observed. "That's cool, I'll just
jack it when I get home" John chuckled. "I had a good time... thanks for
inviting me over" John continued. "Shit, ur awesome. Hopefully we can hang
out more" Brandon suggested.

John leaned over and kissed Brandon softly on the lips. This was all the
answer to Brandon's question that he needed. Brandon knew that he and John
had discovered a special connection that they would be exploring again in
the future.

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I'm sorry that I have been writing so slowly. Please let me know if you
think I still have the knack to entertain you and if the story is still
worth telling.

I have a photo collage of the Pensacola characters including Josh, Brandon,
Ryan, Spence, and John to share with anyone who is interested. Just email
your request to me. Be aware that these photos are publicly available pics
from the internet that simply represent the image in my mind of what these
characters would look like if they were real people.

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