Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 02:51:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dark Darkness <odarkdarknesso@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Best Friend Brent: Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story that involves two consensual male
minors having unprotected sex. If this offends you in any way then please
turn back now. If you are not permitted by your state law to read sexual
material of this nature, then turn back now. If not, then enjoy the
story.


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My Best Friend Brent


Chapter 3

Brent and I spent the rest of the day in bed, watching television and
just resting in each others arms. He left at 10 o'clock and told me that
he'd be picking me up in the morning for school.

I was extremely restless the whole night. I couldn't really sleep, and
when I did sleep I had nightmares about being bashed. I decided to give
up trying and got ready for school at 5 in the morning. I decided to
dress as good as possible, so Alex wouldn't think he got to me, even
though he had a great deal. I dressed in my favorite pair of American
Eagle low-rise jeans, a vintage comic-book shirt from Urban Outfitters,
my favorite white belt, and Chuck Levins shoes. It was 6:30 by the time I
was done and I still had an hour to go until Brent would pick me up. So I
sat in the kitchen, and just thought about how I would handle today.

A multitude of questions raced through my mind: Did Alex tell anyone yet?
What if Alex told EVERYONE already? If so, how many people? Who's going
to be okay with knowing about Brent and I? Are my parents going to find
out? Am I going to be bashed?....

Tears were streaming down my face as I thought of what a horrible day I
would have. I didn't even realize how much time had passed, until Brent
knocked on the door and I looked at my watch to see that it was already
7:30. Hurriedly, I went and let Brent in. He surveyed my face and looked
really worried.

"Don't worry Brent, I'll be fine," I said as I wiped the tears off my
face, and flashed him an empty smile.

He walked up to me, pulled my face to his, and gave me the most gentle
kiss. It was soft and exactly what I needed to feel better. "I love you
Brent. And I don't know how I'm going to make it today, but as long as
you're with me, I'll be fine." This time I flashed him a real smile,
and he could tell and smiled himself. He grabbed my hand, and we walked
out of the house hand in hand.

As we rode in his car, I began feeling more happy that Brent and I were
together and people will know of our love, but still fearful of how we
might be shunned. We arrived in the school parking lot at 7:43; I
remember the exact time because I seem to remember every single, small
detail from that morning and how time seemed to move extra slowly.

We got out of his car, and I found myself face to face with the
institution that could be the ruin of my life all in one day. We began
walking to the school, and I noticed that both of us were going rather
slowly.

I decided it was my turn to be strong. "Come on Brent. Let's just get
it over with." I then gave him a peck on the cheek, a slap on the butt,
and began running away hoping/knowing he'd chase me.

I wasn't to be disappointed as he went right after me and finally caught
up and tackled me into the grass right near the front of the school. We
were laughing as he had me pinned and was sitting on my lap.

"FAGS!" we heard yelled from across the courtyard. From the sound of
his voice, I automatically knew it was Alex. We turned to look and saw
him along with our other (possibly ex) friends Matt, Grant, Joel, and
Paul.

Brent immediately stood, looking very defensive and manly at that moment.
It was a real turn-on...

Alex walked right by us, while giving us a glare of disgust. Everyone
else, however, kept walking toward us. Brent was still on the defense.

"So...is it true?" Matt, a 6'0" tall image of Aryan perfection, asked.

I worried as to what Brent was going to say. Either way...I wouldn't like
it all that much. "Yeah...so what?"

"Heyheyhey, calm down buddy. We just needed to know if it was true. I
mean, you can't blame us for being shocked, with all the chicks you've
had and all. And no offense Sal, but we weren't really surprised," Matt
said with a chuckle.

At that moment, I knew we were still cool, and stood as I said,
"Ahah..hah..."

"So, you guys don't care?" Brent asked. There was just a response of
"no biggies" and "nahs" from all of them.

"Dudes, you're our boys. We were surprised as hell, but you know we
ain't no homophobes," Grant said. "Alex is pretty pissed though. It's
so uncool how he's acting. He's telling anyone that'll listen, and we
just told him while we were walking up that he's being a bitch and we
can't hang around bitches." They all laughed at that.

I was overwhelmed with appreciation for all of them. All I could really
muster was, "Thanks guys."

We walked into the school, and Brent and I told them that we'd catch up
later, and went off to walk around before class. We had about 8 minutes
until we had to start getting back to class, so we just walked around to
see if people pointed and whispered.

Indeed, there were points and whispers. And some "fags" and "how
cutes" as well. It was surprising how word got out so fast. Of course,
it wasn't from everybody, but the people that we knew or were acquainted
with.

I was extremely nervous about all this unwanted attention and it was
extremely apparent as my cheeks were a bright shade of red and I was
practically hanging on to Brent to stand straight.

"Can we just go to class Brent," I said as I was breathing heavily.
"Now, before I vomit."

"Okay baby, hold on." Then he took my hand and we rushed downstairs to
our classrooms. Now it wasn't just the people we knew staring at us, but
practically everybody since we were holding hands.

Once we were in the classroom, he rushed me to my seat and sat me down.
He grabbed my head and felt to see if I had a fever, with a very
worrisome expression on his face. I started feeling better, and smiled to
give him reassurance.

"Jesus, you scared me," he said.

"Did I really?" Obviously fishing for admiration.

"Duh! I don't want anything bad to happen to you." He grinned at me
and then gave me a quick kiss on my lips. For the rest of class we just
talked as we usually did and finished our individual projects that were
due the next day.

We walked out of class together, and realized we had to part ways. I was
extremely hesitant and followed Brent to his class. We were already five
minutes late, and he kept on kissing me in the empty hallway outside his
classroom.

"Listen baby, I gotta go. We'll see each other seventh period okay?"
With that he gave me a long, deeply tongued kiss and went into his
classroom, using his notebook to cover up his raging boner.

I was on my way to class, and felt all of a sudden just as afraid as I
felt earlier this morning, alone at my house. I felt paranoid as well,
thinking that someone would jump out and beat me up. I hurried to my AP
US History class and apologized for being late. I spent the whole period
slouched in my chair, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. But
that didn't stop the glares or the whispers. I wanted to die.

The rest of my day was pretty much like that. When seventh period rolled
around, I was ecstatic to see Brent again. I sat next to him and asked
him how his day went.

"Pretty good. No one I talked to seemed to care about me and you being
together. A lot of them just said it was cute or something," he said as
he giggled.

"What?" I said in a shocked whisper. "You mean you haven't noticed
everyone glaring! Or maybe they're just glaring at me...Maybe they think
I'm the fag that turned you gay. Because I am actually...I mean you admit
to not liking guys. And it wasn't long before I had you sucking me off
and kissing me. I bet everybody hates me, and feels for you. I'm
disgusting..." In the end of my little speech, my voice was unsteady and
I started to tear up.

"You have to stop talking like that! It doesn't matter how we got here,
but we're here. And I love you so much. It was my decision to be with
you, and you didn't coerce me into it. You opened the door, but I'm the
one that walked in. Okay?"

"....Okay. Th...thank you." I looked at him lovingly and gave him a
smile. "But that doesn't change what everyone thinks." We both knew
that last statement was true, and just left it at that.

After physics, Brent and I decided to ditch the last class of the day, to
just hang. I was a teacher's assistant eighth period with my favorite
teacher, so she wouldn't mind, and Brent had gym...which as we all know
will not make or break your grade if you miss a day. We went outside to
the football field, and lied on the lawn. We nestled close to each other,
face to face, and just stared and talked. I caressed his face as he
caressed mine, and we talked about whatever came to mind. TV, love, our
relationship, hot celebrities (him girls...yuck, me guys...yum), college
plans (we both want to go to Boston University), and our dreams and
fears. It was such a perfect moment, I never wanted it to end. I felt
completely infinite lying beside him.

It came to an abrupt end as I was hit in the head with a football.

"Move it fags!" some random football player said as they started filing
in. I quivered at the label, realizing would probably hear it a lot more
from then on.

We just laughed and stood up to leave. As we were walking away, Brent
slapped my ass and gave me a kiss, and then turned around to flip the
football player the finger.

On our way to the parking lot, we met up with the guys. We high-fived and
did our usual "guy" greetings.
"Yo dudes, we're about to go down to my house, hang, play games,
eat...just hittin' the shit. Wanna come?" Matt said.

"Sure," I said and smiled at Brent as I grabbed his hand. After
realizing what I did and the eyes that were on me, I immediately released
my grip and began blushing.

"Hey...it's ok. We don't mind. We talked about it, its cool. I mean
you're, you know.... together and shit so we can handle it. Just don't
make out in front of us.." Paul said confidently and reassuringly.

So we all got in our cars, and headed over to Matt's house. It wasn't
big like mine nor did it have as many appliances, but over the years it
sort of became our hang out. While driving there, I realized I hadn't
talked to Joanna since Friday! How could I not see my fag hag/good friend
for so long! I decided to call her when I got home.

I suppose I should probably tell you a little bit about the
aforementioned group of guys. Matt, the hard bodied image I described as
Aryan perfection, is sort of the leader of our group, as well as many
school organizations. He's the captain of the varsity football team,
co-captain of the varsity soccer team, vice president of the SGA,
President of our Junior Class, and President of the Latin Honor Society;
some might say he is an overachiever. Paul is Matt's closest friend and
is himself a very attractive specimen, with a very muscled body. He's
not an overachiever, but he is quarterback of the football team and an
officer of the National Honor Society. His girlfriend is probably the
most attractive girl I've ever seen, not that I'd really notice though.
Grant is someone I once had a huge crush on, with his nice swimmer's
build with platinum blonde, shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes.
That is, before I got to know him and get to know just how vile and gross
he was. I love him as a friend, but he has to have the worst manners of
anyone I've ever known. Joel is slightly chubby but very cute and is on
the lacrosse team. I, along with everyone, used to think he was gay.
It's not that he's flamboyant, but at first impression, everyone thinks
he's gay because his voice is VERY flamboyant. But once you get to know
him, you know for a fact he's not since he's kind of a male chauvinist.

Once we were in his house, we all went to the family room, our usual hang
out spot. Matt and Paul raced by Brent and I for the PS2 and were off to
probably play Madden 2004, their favorite football game. I rolled my eyes
toward Brent at their cute and childish behavior. Brent, Joel, and I all
went on the couch as Grant joined Paul and Matt on the floor near the
television.

Grant let out a massive, rotten egg smelling fart and didn't even
acknowledge it as we all scorned him for it. As I said, he is disgusting.

Brent and I were sitting close to each other, and I was feeling slightly
tired so I rested my head on his shoulder.

"How do you think you're going to be?" Brent whispered, not needing to
clarify that he was talking about our relationship situation at school.

"I'm...adjusting. I don't know Brent. Just stand by me, and I'll be
ok," I whispered back to him. At that he gripped my hand with his own,
and kissed.

"AWWW! You're thoooo cute!" Matt said in a mock-lisp voice as he threw
a pillow at us. It was inevitable as the six of us guys got into a huge
play wrestling match. We were a huge mess of bodies as I ended up lying
on top of Brent. He took the opportunity to give me a deep kiss. We
didn't even notice everyone stopped wrestling and were watching us,
until we heard "Yuck" from Joel and a "Get a room" from Grant.

We plied our faces away from each other and I blushed at the spectacle we
made, as Brent just shrugged it off. We just kept chilling, talking, and
watching TV for about another three hours after that. It was about 7 as
we decided to all go home.

Brent and I got in his car and decided to stop off at the park, since we
still didn't want to part. Unfortunately for me, Brent had a horrible
KISS album in his CD player, that made the ride seem like it took
forever.

When we arrived, it was getting dark out and there were quite a few stars
out. I was so happy to be with Brent at the moment; walking under the
moonlight and stars in an empty park while holding my lover's hand.
Could there be a more perfect night?

I motioned to the pond, and we approached it and lied down beside it. We
were staring up into the stars, and stayed silent for a minute, just
enjoying the glory of the night sky.

"Brent, I know I've said it, but I love you so much. And I don't think
you know just how much I love you. I've never felt this way toward
anyone in my whole life. When I see you, I just want to melt in your arms
and be with you for all time. And last week when you were sad over your
grades, I could feel your pain. Since you were miserable, I was miserable
and I just wanted so much to make you feel better and to see your
gorgeous smile again." Now I was leaning on my elbow, staring into his
beautifully mesmerizing eyes, as I caressed his cheek. "There isn't
anything I don't love about you. Even your music choice, I find
adorable, as much as I may dislike it," I said as I giggled. "And
you're amazingly gorgeous, but that goes without question." It was then
that I gently stroked my lips against his, using a slight tinge of my
tongue upon his bottom lip.

Apparently, it was Brent's turn to speak as he rose onto his elbow and
pushed me back onto my back.

"I love you too Brent, and while I may not have felt this way for you as
long as you have me, it doesn't make it any less intense or real. Before
Friday, you were still the number one person I loved. Not romantically,
but you understand me and know everything about me. We respect each
other, spend ridiculous amounts of time with each other, and you know how
to make me feel special. It feels like we're the same person at times,
and almost like we're soul mates. And now that we're together, it's
perfect. I can share myself with you completely and freely. There isn't
anything I can't face or handle as long as I know that I have you, the
love of my life by my side." Brent was crying at this point, and seeing
his overwhelming emotion made me start tearing up.

We both raced for each other at that moment and meshed our faces into a
kiss of burning passion, desire, and love. I could taste his tears that
ran down to his lips and it was amazing to taste the sign of Brent's
love for me.

We both stripped each other naked very fast, in our desire that couldn't
wait. I began to tease Brent's right nipple very lustfully as I bit it,
licked it, and sucked it in my mouth, while I was twisting and teasing
his left nipple.

"Oh my god suck me Sal, suck my cock please!" I always loved it when he
begged.

I then went down to be head level with his cock as I gripped it at the
base and pushed my bathed the head with my tongue, very forcefully which
made Brent moan loudly. I took it deep in my mouth and his dick met the
back of my throat. I was dead set on being able to swallow his cock. I
relaxed my throat, and after a few gags of trying, I eventually swallowed
it down and was able to get him all in my mouth. When I managed that, he
held my head down onto his lap as he groaned over and over. Soon he let
go and let me continue with my blowjob. I kept managing to get him down
my throat as I sucked him as best I could.

He pulled my head off his cock as he said, "Okay, okay, I don't want to
blow yet." He caught his breath, as he bent his head down to my lap. For
a straight guy, Brent sure does know how to suck cock. He seemed to adore
it, and licked up and down my shaft, until he took my head in his cock
and sucked it in and out, while tickling the sensitive glans of my uncut
cock. Brent was giving me such unbelievable pleasure that I was in pure
sexual ecstasy.

"Brent...please fuck me. I want you to fuck me so much right now!" Brent
seemed to be worried.

"Are you sure Sal?" I could tell he really wanted to, but wanted to
make sure I was okay with it.

"I'm positive. Fuck me." It was then that Brent displayed a huge goofy
smile on his face, as he lifted my legs over his shoulders.

"Wait, wait, wait. Can you warm me up a little?" I said, with a sly
smile on my face.

He only smiled to me, as he lifted my legs to my chest, as he bent down
to dig his face in my ass. It felt wonderful as his tongue probed deep
inside my ass. At first he seemed to be testing the waters, but soon he
was loving it and I felt really wonderful.

I stopped him as I decided to get his cock ready. I leaned forward and
took it deep inside my mouth automatically, as he humped in and out of my
mouth as I lathered his cock with my tongue.

After about a minute of that, I went on my back, and Brent mounted me
again as he lifted my legs over his shoulders. He positioned himself, and
I felt the head of his cock placed at my opening. I knew I didn't need
to tell Brent to go slowly at first, since he'd know that's exactly
what I would want.

As he added pressure to my anus, I tried to loosen to allow him an
easier, and less painful for me, entrance. It took some work, but he
finally got his head past my sphincter. It hurt a lot, and I winced and
sucked my teeth in pain. After I became more calm about it after a couple
minutes, he urged forward. It didn't hurt as much as him entering me,
but it still hurt. But as I felt him rub my prostate, my pain was pushed
to the back of my mind as a wave of passion hit me. I moaned loudly, and
Brent took it as a clue to begin to fuck me.

He started with a nice and steady pattern of moving in and out slowly. I
began to push against him, to meet each thrust with a thrust of my own.
Soon he was fucking me hard and fast.

"Oh...shit. Yes! Fuck me Brent! Fuck me hard." It seemed like there was
a missing part of me I never knew was missing, and that part being
Brent's dick deep inside my ass. It felt so amazing as he fucked me deep
and hard. And to top it off, he started jacking me as he fucked me. I was
in pure bliss as he made me feel like I've never felt before.

"Oh...I'm cumming baby!" Brent yelled. He started to fuck and jack me a
lot harder, and the combination of his constant brushes of my prostate
and pumps on my cock caused my orgasm to well up as well.

Brent moaned loudly as I felt him empty his load deep inside me. I
followed suit right after, as I had the most intense and explosive orgasm
I ever experienced, cumming all over my chest, face, and Brent's hand.

As I dropped my legs to my sides, Brent collapsed on my chest as he
breathed very heavily. We both realized my cum, and began licking as I
licked it all from his hands and chest, and he licked it from chest and
face.

He laid on my chest as I caressed his hair with my hands. After 10
minutes of bliss, we sat up, and decided to put our clothes on.

While changing, I said to Brent "Was it just me, or was that not the
most amazing experience you've ever had in your life?"

Brent looked at me and just uttered, "Most definitely."

I looked at my watch to see that it was already 9:45 and I realized we
were at the park for almost two hours.

"Well I guess I can forget about homework tonight," I said as I told
him the time and we both laughed.
I rested my head on his left shoulder as we walked out, with his left arm
wrapped around me. He drove me home, while he was holding my hand the
whole drive there. When we approached my house, he was such a perfect
gentleman and rushed to open the door for me. But being the guy I am I
said "...bitch" in a very jokingly manner which he laughed at.

He walked me up to my door, and leaned in for the perfect good night
kiss. When we pulled back from the kiss, it was at that moment that I
began to feel the cum oozing out of my ass and I made a squeamish face,
which I told him was nothing.

"I love you," I told him as I brushed his cheek with my finger goodbye.
As I entered my house I smiled at the most romantic night I would
probably ever experience, and relished in my joy. It was at that moment
that my parents called me into the family room.

"Come on Sal. We have to talk," I heard my father say. He was a very
large, brown haired white man who I was very thankful to have inherited
his looks.

My mother and father were holding hands and had very serious expressions
on their faces. It looked as if they'd been thinking. "What's wrong?"
"Oh...nothing's really 'wrong' son. But...we have to talk to you. Sit
down for a moment," my mother told me.

I was beginning to be rather frightened and confused. "Okay son," my
father said. "You know we love you no matter what and we're very proud
of you....We just received a rather angry phone call from Donald, Brent's
father." It was then that I began to have an inkling for what they were
talking about. "It seems as if Alex told his father you and Brent were
caught...intimately in the park on Saturday. And that today, you had an
openly romantic relationship at school. Is this true? And be honest son,
I don't understand why you wouldn't tell us in the first place."

"y....y...." I often had a nervous stutter. "Yes." I didn't tear up
though as I realized I'm not ashamed and there was nothing to cry over.

"Okay...we suspected something for a few years....Okay. Well Donald
sounded really mad on the phone and screamed about how you turned his son
and you two should never see each other again, but don't overreact. It'll
be okay. Obviously he just has a bit of a temper right now,"
understatement of the century mom, "but he'll get over it. I wouldn't
call Brent tonight though. His father is probably watching his every
move, including his cell phone usage. But don't worry son. We love you,
we accept you, and Donald feels the exact same way about Brent. We've
gotten to know him over the years, and you know he's just a hothead."

I hoped so, but one can never really know. Brent's father might be a
huge homophobe like Alex. I mean, Alex's reaction was pretty shocking
after all, so what make's Mr. Donovan any different.

I went upstairs and lied on my bed, over the covers, still in my regular
clothes and shoes. I wasn't afraid of how I was going to be or if Mr.
Donovan might hurt me, but I was afraid for Brent. I was hoping his
father wasn't hurting him or scolding him for his love for me. I began
to cry, fearful for what might be happening to Brent right then.

I cried myself to sleep that night and Brent was all I dreamt of.

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Well there's Chapter 3! I hope you liked it! Keep reading please! And
you don't know how thankful I am for the fan-mail I've been receiving.
It's such a pleasure to read how you are enjoying my first ever nifty
story and that its actually a hit! I hope you enjoyed the surprises and
there is still a lot more to go with this story!! I'll have the next
chapter up soon.