Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 13:27:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dark Darkness <odarkdarknesso@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Best Friend Brent: Chapter 4

I awoke the next morning and immediately a wave of fear and anxiety hit
me. My mind was racing again, thinking about Brent. Is he ok? Was he
hurt? Will he be in school today? Can we still be with each other?...Why
did I turn him into a fag?....

As much as Brent convinced me I didn't do it, I did. It's true and it
can't be denied. It was all because of me that he was sucking cock and
kissing boys...if I had never told him I liked him, we wouldn't be in the
trouble we had ended up in with rumors spread around school, and Brent
possibly being in complete trouble with his father.

I felt like crawling into a hole to rot and die.

But instead I crawled into a shower to get the crust out of my eyes.

I got dressed in another good outfit, with a tight yellow shirt and white
belt...but looks can be deceiving and I was still extremely depressed but
also anxious to see Brent at school. It was pretty obvious Brent
wouldn't be picking me up to go to school, so I went to the school bus
stop down the street.

Walking there, I noticed the usual ten people that were always at the bus
stop, though I didn't really know them by name. But apparently they knew
at least one thing about me, as they were all whispering and staring at
me as I approached.

I wasn't at all in the mood to be treated as a leper again so as soon as
soon as they were in ear distance, spoke my mind. "What the hell are you
dumb-fucks looking at?" I said with a sneer. Immediately the eyes that
were once staring at me, quickly turned away and I wasn't bothered at
all. When the bus came, I took a front seat, and as expected, no one sat
next to me. I didn't care at all about that, and was still focused on
Brent. As we got closer and closer to the school, I was getting more and
more anxious to see him.

It wasn't long before we were dropped off at the front of the school.
Yet again, I was met with the austere prison-like building I call my high
school. But this time, I pushed my own selfish fears behind me and
hurried to my first period class. Apparently, I hurried so much that I
was there even before the teacher was and it was 20 minutes before school
would start. I decided to wait outside the classroom.

Instead of thinking about the horrible possibilities of what could happen
today and in the future, I thought about Brent and how our relationship
might have been if it hadn't have been ruined last night. Maybe we'd
stay together through the rest of high school, and go to prom together.
Thinking of Brent holding me in his arms in a strikingly handsome tux
just made me melt. Maybe we would even go to college together? Be
roommates...lovers....and maybe after college we could...be married?

Before I knew it, my teacher was standing right next to me, with a
questioning look on her face. I just blushed, and stood waited for her to
open the door. I went in, and walked to my computer desk. I sat facing
the door, awaiting Brent's arrival. I was extremely anxious as the clock
kept approaching the warning bell, and more and more classmates kept
walking in. As it was 2 minutes before everyone had to be in class, I
pretty much gave up on Brent coming to school.

That is until his beautiful frame stepped through the door and walked his
way toward me. I immediately stood with a smile on my face. Even though I
knew Brent and I would probably have to break up because of his father, I
was just happy to see Brent was healthy and well.

As Brent came to his chair, he looked extremely sullen. He dropped his
bag on the floor and stared at me with a tiresome face. "So...do your
parents hate me?"

I was confused. "No...why in the world would my parents hate you. They
told me they were cool with us after your father called and told them
about us. I know your father thinks I turned you gay and I cried last
night thinking about how you were doing and if you were going to be
alright or not...I love you so much and am just happy to see you here
today."

Brent seemed just as confused. "Yea...my father was mad. At first he
called a faggot and cocksucker and told me he was going to ship me away
from you. I felt like killing myself...but after an hour he came in and
was calm and told me how sorry he was for saying those things. Then he
hugged me and told me he was proud of me and agreed with any decision I
would make in my life. Then he told me not to call you since your parents
might have gotten mad after the phone call."

I smiled. "So this means that...we can be together?"

Brent put a goofy smile on his face and said with a chuckle "I suppose
so Mr. Ramirez." It was then that I raised my hand to go to the
bathroom, as Brent looked somewhat confused. I winked and brushed his
chest with my hand as I stood. I'm guessing he understood my meaning,
since after waiting in the bathroom for a few minutes, in walked Brent.
This bathroom was one that was all the way at the end of the school and
was practically never used.

I rested my back on the wall, and raised my eyebrow knowingly at Brent.
Brent turned to lock the bathroom door, and then slowly walked toward me
with a grin on his face. When he was right in front if me, he leaned his
head forward and our foreheads tapped. He was staring deep into my eyes
as I was staring into his. He wrapped his right arm around me and pressed
our crotches together, and dove his lips onto mine. I let out an
uncontrollable moan, and greedily tongue wrestled with Brent, wanting to
taste as much of him as I possibly could, as he ground his hard cock
against mine.

He pulled his right arm from behind me and reached under my tight shirt
as he squeezed my right nipple. I groaned in pain and pleasure. Soon he
was using both his hands to unhook my belt, and I ground my cock against
him as he did so. Brent seemed to love my need for him, as he knelt down
and let me rub my boxer-brief covered cock on his face. He pulled them
down and then had me rub it on his face some more. It seemed we were both
so ecstatic for our parents final reactions, that we couldn't help our
feelings for each other come out in sexual fervor.

Then, he took my cock in his hand and started pumping it as he licked my
head over and over. Moans escaped me as he licked under my foreskin and
then engulfed my cock completely. As much as I loved what was happening,
I knew we wouldn't have enough time to do all of this, and our teacher,
if she wasn't be her usual oblivious self, might be getting suspicious.

"Brent....Oooo...shit...Brent, we don't have time for this...I wanna suck
you too, but we don't have time to do this stuff."

Brent pulled off my cock and said, "I knew that. I just want to make you
feel good Brent, forget about me. I'm so deeply in love with you and so
hot for you, I just want to make you feel even a smidgen of how I feel
when I'm in bed with you."

At that, Brent then engulfed my cock again, and was able to deep throat
yet again. He hummed around my cock as he massaged my balls. When he
licked his middle finger and stuck it in my ass, I knew I would be coming
soon. He rubbed my prostrate, and plus the combined feelings of his
wonderful mouth and hands and just seeing the man I loved giving himself
completely to me like that, my orgasm raced up my cock. I warned Brent
with, "I'm cumming Brent!" and then I did. It felt like the strongest
orgasm and the most cum I had ever cummed, even though that probably
isn't true. But I did cum so much, that it escaped on the sides of
Brent's mouth as he tried to swallow every load I dumped in his mouth.
When I was done, I was pretty weak, but lifted Brent to his feet to lick
the rest of my cum off of his cheeks and neck. He quickly pulled me into
a kiss so we could share the rest of my cum. I grabbed his face and held
him in a passionate kiss. After a 5 minute make out session I pulled away
from him, and was breathing pretty heavily.

"Jesus Brent...that was amazing," I said with my eyes closed.
"Yea...I know" he snickered. "I'm just THAT good."

I sneered with a laugh, and pulled my pants up. After looking at my
watch, I saw that the bell would be ringing in a couple minutes. I told
Brent and we rushed quickly to go to class. Right as the bell rang, we
were right at the door, and amidst the confusion of students up and
leaving the classroom, our teacher didn't even notice us coming in and
getting our bags.

"We should have sex in the bathroom more often then, Sal." I gave him a
playful punch, and a quick kiss on the lips as we separated for our next
class.

The rest of the day was pretty normal, and though there were still some
sneers from classmates, it was a pretty regular school day.

That is until school let out...Brent and I were walking to his car,
hand-in-hand, when the back of my knees were kicked and I fell, pulling
Brent down with me.

"Oh no, don't lie on the ground for me faggots. I'm not stickin' my
dick in your shit holes," Alex said with a chuckle. He wasn't alone
though, as he was along with two other equally buff and strong guys, one
a strawberry blonde and the other a platinum blonde. The strawberry
blonde seemed to be nervous and blushed when he saw me looking at him.

Brent immediately stood and, though he is a lot shorter than Alex, acted
like he was 3 feet taller and didn't seem intimidated in the slightest.
"What the fuck Alex? You don't push people for no fuckin' reason."
Brent was now chest to chest with Alex, staring him down...or up in this
case.

"Listen faggot. Keep your gay ass off of me, as hard as it may be," he
said as he pulled away from Brent. "I'd better watch it if I were you
two...accidents can happen. I mean just like that fall you and SALLY just
had...be careful...," he said with an evil grin on his face. With that, he
and his goons started walking away.

"Fuckin' chicken shit," Brent said glaring at Alex as he walked away.

"Come on, Brent. Let's forget about it...please?" I said pleadingly.
Brent turned to look at me, and turned his sneer into a tinge of a smile.
"Thank you...now....may I say how much that turned me on just now?" I
said with a laugh.

"Well you know me...your knight in shining armor here to the rescue,"
Brent said as he shockingly lifted me and my legs into his arms the way a
husband taking his wife through their threshold would.

"WOAH Brent!" I yelped. "What a MAN!" I said in a mocking southern
accent. Then, with ease I might add, he carried me the rest of the way to
his car, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. People were looking as we
passed, but I didn't care, since it felt completely right to be cradled
in Brent's arms like that.

When we were at his car, he let me down and opened and closed the door
for me...what a gentleman. While we were driving in his car on the way to
my house, an idea popped in my head.

"Do you want to go on a date tonight?" As I said this I couldn't help
but smile.

"You mean like a reenactment of the park fiasco last night?" he said
with a giggle.

"No...I mean an actual date. Like, let's make a night out of it. Dinner,
a movie, and maybe a walk on the town." I was getting really excited at
the idea, and was hoping that Brent would agree.

"You mean you don't mind others seeing us anymore?" Brent asked
seeming surprised that I would propose such an idea.

"Well...I didn't say that. But I really want to experience everything a
couple is supposed to, and I don't care about what anyone will
say...besides, I'll have my knight in shining armor with me," I grinned.

"Okay," Brent said with a chuckle. "Definitely. I'll drop you off at
your house, we'll both get dressed, and I'll pick you up at 5." We
were right at my house, as Brent finished that, and he parked in my
driveway and walked me up to my door. He can be so cute...

When I was at the door, he held me and gave me a long kiss. When we
parted I told him "See ya' in a couple hours." As I opened my door to
enter, Brent gave me a slap on the ass.

I turned to glare at him as he said "Oh come on, you know you like it,"
with a laugh from both of us as I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I
entered the kitchen to see my mother at the kitchen table smiling.

"What?" I said.

"Oh nothing...," she responded. "Loverboy." I turned looked at her and
said sarcastically "ha...ha.."

"Umm...I have a date tonight." I told her, hoping that I could start the
completely open relationship with my mother that I've always wanted.

She turned her head to me and said, "Fantastic!...Unless you've done so
already without my knowing, this will be your first date won't it?"

I hadn't thought about it until she brought it up. "Yeah...I suppose it
will be," I responded with a smile on my face. "Okay...I have to go pick
out an outfit!" I said as I rushed up the stairs. Normally, I'm never
nervous about what to wear, seeing as how I can generally pick out a
great outfit in the dark. Up in my room, however, it felt as if every
piece of clothing I had was unworthy of Brent. After about fifteen
minutes of rampaging through my dresser, I finally pick out an outfit I
found suitable; a right polo shirt from American eagle, khaki pants from
Gap, and my best pair of black dress shoes. After I brushed my teeth, and
prepped my hair into its shaggy beauty, I went and waited anxiously at
the bottom of the stairs. While waiting, my father walked down the stairs
and chuckled while sitting down next to me.

"Nervous are we?" my father said, with a knowing grin.

"Gee Dad...how could u tell," I said sarcastically with a nervous laugh.

"Well, I reacted this way before. Once in my life though...," my father
said.

"Really, when?" I responded, curiously.

"It was my first date with your mother," he said, with a grin upon his
face. Hearing my father say that made me happy thinking that possibly
this means that there really is something deep between Brent and I, and
that our future could hold more for us? But at the same time I was
fearful for the same exact reason.

Then he stood, gave me a pat on the shoulder, and walked into the kitchen
to get some food. Soon, I heard the familiar roar of Brent's engine and
heard his car traveling up my driveway.

Immediately I shot up, and began to frantically pace in front of the
door. My mother came up behind me and said "Ay chico, calm down," she
said as she rubbed my back. When there was a knock on the door , my
mother kissed me on the cheek and shoved me toward the door. I opened the
locks with shaking hands, and was greeted with a stunningly handsome
Brent. He was decked out in black dress pants, a Ralph Lauren blue polo
shirt, and smelled of cocoa butter. Mmmm....how I wanted to lick him
clean.

"Hey," I said timidly.

"Hey...," he responded just as timidly.

"Come on in, come on in," my mother said, as she ushered him into the
lounge room, where both my mother and father sat across from Brent and I
as we held hands.

"So, what are your plans for tonight boys," my father said to Brent and
I.

"Umm...dinner....movie...hanging out afterwards...all that jazz," Brent
said with a nervous smile on his face. He's been around my parents so
many times before, but at that moment he must've realized that he had to
prove himself worthy to my parents as a boyfriend.

"Okay, well we don't want to hold you up," my mother said after
apparently sensing the nerves of Brent and I. We all stood and my mother
went back into the kitchen after kissing me and Brent goodbye, as my
father escorted us to the door.

I walked out the door, but my father held Brent behind. I only noticed
when I was at Brent's car, when he was just stepping out of the house.
As he came back to the car, he was smiling and when we were in his car, I
said "What was that all about?"

He laughed. "Your father warned me not to touch you in any wrong places
or I'd have to answer to his foot up my ass...."

"GEEZ!!" I was embarrassed but also happy that my father cared for me
so much.

"Yeah well, how's about we start this date off right." At that, he
reached into the car and pulled out a bouquet of rose for me.

"Aww...how gay," I said jokingly.

Brent faked being offended as we went inside his car. As we were driving,
I was anticipating the night ahead of us. I wondered what kind of movie
we would see, whether it would be the preferred romantic or unwelcome
action/comedy flick. I wondered if we would eat at McDonald's or a
classy restaurant like La Madeline. As we drove past the local theatre I
was wondering why we hadn't gone there to see a movie.

"Why did you past the movie theatre?" I asked Brent.

"We're going to the drive thru across town. They're having a showing
of `Casablanca' that we should see," he said with a smile on his face.
Aww....he knew to see a romance movie.

As we drove in and paid, there were only 4 other cars there, and the
movie had just started.

"Perfect. It's almost like we have the whole place to ourselves,"
Brent said with a mischievous smile.

At that he wrapped his right arm around me and pulled me into a firm
hold. We were enjoying watching the movie Casablanca in peaceful silence,
until a passionate kiss between the two stars. When that happened, Brent
pulled at my chin to look up at him, and our lips met in a sensual kiss.
I began to rub my hands all over his body, and then quickly grasped
Brent's raging erection.

"Hold on there buddy. We have a whole night ahead of us," he said as he
pulled my hand away from his crotch.

"Why yes we do," I said. "Which is why I'm taking advantage of it."
Again, I grasped his hardon through his pants and began to rub it up and
down. Brent just looked at me in a slight look of disapproval, until a
moan escaped from his lips. I took that as a sign of consent and I
unbuckled and unzipped his pants. I was met with a bright red pair of
boxer briefs which held his erection that was begging to escape. I pulled
it through his fly, and began to slowly tickle the head of his head with
my index finger, which caused him to moan and shudder. I reached my hand
into his fly, and grasped his huge balls. I rolled them in between my
fingers and loved the feel of the hair on his balls against my fingers.
Then I reached further down and reached until I found his hole. The soft
flesh of his rosebud felt wonderful as I kept touching and pushing my
fingers against it, eliciting strong moans from Brent. The smell of his
manly musk was piercing my nostrils and I was suddenly overcome with a
torrent of lust. I bent down and pushed my tongue violently against the
head of his cock. He groaned loudly and forced his cock in my mouth with
his hands. I went down his cock, until his head was met with the opening
of my throat. I took a large breath with my nostrils as I pushed his cock
down my throat, and hummed around his shaft.

"Oh shit yea....fuck you feel so good. That's right....take that cock
down your throat..." he said in between breaths. He began to gyrate his
hips and hump his cock down my throat. He felt so wonderful with his cock
deep inside of me.

I could sense he was was nearing his orgasm, so I pulled him out of my
throat, grasped his cock at the base, wrapped my lips around his head
tightly, and pumped his cock furiously. He moaned loudly, and rubbed his
hands through the locks of my hair.

"I'm cumming baby! Eat my load, eat it all!" he yelled. He tenses, and
held my head in place as he cummed. He cummed gushes into my mouth and I
couldn't have enough of it, as I pumped his cock of as much cum as he
could give me. He must have shot 8 times in my mouth, and I squeezed the
last droplet out of him and savored it on my tongue.

"Mmmm," I said as I licked my lips clean of excess cum. I looked at
Brent as his eyes were closed with a huge blissful smile on his face.

"Well, since you just had dinner. How's about we go out for dessert?"
Brent said as we both laughed. "We were going to go to La Madeline, but
I think it'd be better if we got some ice cream and walked along the
harbor. What'd ya say?" he said as I packed his dick back in his pants
and zipped him up.

"Sounds great," I said as I gave him a peck on the lips.

The movie had just ended, so we turned around and it was only as long a
drive as Brent listening to Limp Bizkit's Break Stuff....which was still
too long for me.

We parked in front of "Olde Frozen Custard" and Brent and I held hands
as we walked in. I told Brent I wanted a vanilla cone.

"Didn't you just have one of those in the car?" he said with a smile
on his face.

"Keep it down! Sheesh," I said as I playfully nudged him.

"Ok, I'll have 2 small vanilla cones please," Brent told the young
teenage guy behind the counter.

The guy looked nervous and said almost like a whisper, "That'll be 5.23
please..." as he looked anywhere but at Brent and I. He looked more and
more familiar the more I looked at him. As he made the cones for us, he
looked back at me and blushed when he saw me looking.

Then I remembered who he was! He was the cute strawberry blonde that was
with Alex when he was teasing us. He seemed just as nervous then as he
did then.

"Hey don't I know you?" I said to him.

"Um....yea kind of," he said as he tucked the hair that was dangling in
front of his eyes behind his ear.

"You're the one that was with Alex when he was fucking with us aren't
you?!" Brent said as he realized who the blonde kid was.

"Well...I, uh...I didn't know he was going to do that," he said as he
blushed profusely now. "I'm sorry about that...I was just hanging along
with him..." then our eyes locked and I could see his beautifully
shocking bright blue eyes. I mean...what?

"Yeah well...you shouldn't hang out with Alex. He's a dick and will
turn on you in a second," Brent said as he wrapped his strong arm around
my waist. I think perhaps he sensed the same thing I might have sensed
with....what is his name?

"So what's your name," I asked him as our eyes locked again, and I
could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Brad," he said with a smile. "Brad Walker." It was then that he
handed Brent his cone, and when he handed me mine our fingers touched and
I jumped and dropped the cone on the counter....oops.

"Crap, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Brent looked at me with
a confusing look and I turned to pretend I was looking at the designs on
the wall.

"oh...it's okay. I'll make you another, and no charge," he said with a
smile and I thought `what a stunning smile'....stunning? What the crap...

"Thanks," I said as he handed me another and this time I didn't drop
it and nor did our hands meet.

"Well...see ya at school," he said as he waved bye to us.

As we were walking away, he said "So what's your name anyway?" he said
as he looked at me.

"I'm Brent and he's Sal, my boyfriend," he said as he knew the
question wasn't directed at him.

"Okay, bye Brad," I said as I turned to walk out of the store, feeling
the tension in the room was too much.

As we walked down the sidewalk, I grasped Brent's hand. "What the fuck
was that all about..." he said not looking at me with an angry look on
his face.

"..What do you mean?" I said, knowing full well what he meant.

"You know what the fuck I mean. You being all gaga over that fag
Brad..." he said yanking his hand away from mine.

"I wasn't gaga Brent...I mean I'm gay and looked...you'd do the same
thing if it was a hot girl," I said as I rubbed his shoulder.

"Yeah, I might have looked, but I wouldn't have been so fucking
flustered like you were. And you were flirting with him! What the
fuck?!" I could tell Brent was really pissed.

"No I wasn't Brent. And no matter how I might've reacted to him, I'm
with you. I love you more than I will ever love anyone in the world. Just
because I get attracted or interested in someone, in no way means I'm
going to EVER think of ditching you?! You're the love of my life and
I'm being truly honest in saying I wil never leave you. I might liked
that Brad guy a little bit for his looks, but it's you that I love and
want to spend the rest of my life with," I said as I looked at him. It
was then that his face softened and he smiled. Because I truly meant
every word I told him. Just because I might like Brad, doesn't mean I'm
ever going to do anything with him or leave Brent for him.

"I know....I'm sorry. I guess I overreacted," he said as he licked his
cone which had melted somewhat.
"So...you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" he said with a
face I couldn't read for a reaction.

Damnit, I didn't mean to say all that stuff. "Ummm...well I dunno. It
was just a thought..." I lied.

"Sal...you can't take back everything you say for fear of my reaction,"
he said with a worried expression on his face.

"..okay...well yes. I love your more than anything I ever have, and want
to be with you for the rest of our lives. I want to go to prom with you,
go to college with you, move in to my first apartment with you, have a
puppy with you, kids, grandkids....everything. I want it all. You mean so
much to me Brent...." At that, I kissed Brent passionately on the lips as
we stopped in our tracks on the sidewalk.

"I love you so much Sal. I know exactly how you feel...this is all so
weird to me. Never having been attracted to a man before, and now the one
that I am attracted to, I want to be with forever? It's so strange and
new to me, but I love it. And I love you, and want to adopt kids with
you," he said with a chuckle.

We kept walking along the harbor, with his arm wrapped around me, and my
head rested on his shoulder, blissfully eating our ice cream.

"Well you know Brent, with how we fuck, I'd probably be the first man
to give birth. Whether the womb be in my ass....or throat," I said as I
licked my lips, and we both laughed loudly.

"Well then," Brent said as he squeezed my ass tight, causing me to
giggle. "We oughta get started on that now shouldn't we," he said as
he lifted me over his shoulder, slapped my ass, and ran straight for the
car. "Let's go to your house. I'm looking forward to trying to get
that baby," he said as I giggled like a schoolgirl over and over.

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OK! There's Chapter 4, I really liked this one and have so many plans in
store for the future of My Best Friend Brent. Thank you for reading and
sending me such great fan mail. And even getting help from that one
person ;D. Thank you all, and keep reading! Sorry it took so long, but I
hope this chapter was worth the wait!