Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2006 13:24:13 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 12

	This is the third story that I've written to completion (assuming
that I complete it) and one that I've given a great deal of thought over
the last couple years before finally sitting down at a keyboard so others
could potentially enjoy it.  My first writing was `The House on Lora
Avenue' (May 26, 2006) and the second was `Chris and Aaron' (June 01, 2006)
which are posted in the High School section.  The two main characters in
this story are based on a couple guys that I once knew, however everything
except their physical descriptions is purely fictional (and Brandon and
Alex were not their real names either).  So far as I know, these two boys
never really did anything at all like what will be described in this story,
in fact the boys the descriptions are based on did not even know each
other.

	This story involves sexual situations between teen and pre-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.

	Once again, I would like to thank my good friend, Mike Arram for
being my editor and proof-reader on this story, as well as another friend,
Dave that has been offering some really helpful assistance.

	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.

	This chapter is brought to you by my favorite brand of lubricant.
You'll have to guess what it is though.  There isn't a contest, and it
there was there would be no prize.  Deal with it, and go spend the eight
bucks to get a bottle.

	Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged to be
sent to t_macd@comcast.net.

* * *

Brandon and Alex Chapter Twelve

	Before Bobby went to bed, he decided to trace the IP address of the
computer that had posted the pictures to the school's web site.  It only
took him a few moments to track it down, and he was surprised to see that
it came from his own neighborhood.  When he found the computer that had
posted the photos he saw that it was transmitting a data stream on the
usual web cam port.  He quickly opened it up on his own machine, capturing
the images being sent out over the internet.  `What better way to catch the
person who had hacked the school web site and posted those pictures of
Michael?' he thought to himself.  He also turned on a video capture program
to record whoever was online from that machine.

	What he saw as the data stream came up on his monitor surprised
him.  It was a guy he recognized from school, although he didn't know the
boy's name.  He was an olive skinned boy with long, black hair pulled back
into a pony tail, and dark, piercing eyes.  He was naked and jacking off in
front of the camera.  Bobby kept watching as the boy squirted a large load
of cum all over his chest and stomach before leaning back in his chair.
Bobby finally looked at the room shown by the boy's web cam, thinking that
it looked familiar.  Then it came to him, it was the same room in which the
pictures of Michael had been taken.

	Bobby saved the capture from the web cam and shut his computer
down.  He had all the evidence he needed, he thought to himself.  But who
was he going to show it to?  Would he have to show it to Dr. Prescott?
That thought preyed on his mind as he tried to get to sleep - a sleep that
when it finally came, remained restless and fitful, disturbed by Bobby's
immediate worries and the exhilarating emotional rollercoaster he had been
on all day.

* * *

	Brandon woke up the next morning with an empty feeling, in more
ways than one.  There was the empty feeling that he felt emotionally, being
separated from Alex, but there was also a physical feeling of emptiness
that he felt.  He knew that he would be seeing Alex soon though, right
after breakfast, but that didn't help the longing that he felt right then.
They would be riding to school together.  Then he remembered who would be
driving them that day - it was supposed to be Paolo - Alex's parents were
still out of town.  This thought made him a little uneasy.  `What happened
last night after I left?' he thought.

	As it turned out though, Brandon had nothing to worry about where
that was concerned.  Paolo had never come back to Alex's house the night
before.  After posting the pictures of Michael to the school web site he
jacked himself off as he sat in the chair in front of his computer, and
sprayed one of the biggest loads he had ever cum all over his chest and
stomach when he ejaculated.  He had fallen asleep in the chair shortly
after he was finished.  One thing that he didn't think about as he did all
this though was his web cam...

* * *

	Alex woke up when his alarm clock went off.  He was surprised not
to smell breakfast being cooked downstairs as he was used to when he got up
to get ready for school in the morning.  Then he remembered that his
parents were still out of town, and Paolo was staying over in their
absence.  Paolo was certainly not the type to get up early and cook
breakfast.  He figured he'd better make sure his cousin was awake though so
they wouldn't be late for school.  He padded down the hallway to the guest
room, but Paolo wasn't there.  Since Paolo wasn't the type to make his bed,
Alex had no idea whether it had been slept in the night before or not.

	But where was Paolo?  He had expected his cousin to come back the
night before, but apparently he never had.  Not before Alex had fallen
asleep anyway.  Not even thinking about his nakedness as he left his
bedroom, Alex checked the rest of the house.  There was no sign of Paolo
anywhere, and his van was missing from the driveway.

	Alex went back upstairs and got into the shower that he had started
before he went looking for his cousin.  The water was hot, and he reveled
in the cleansing feeling that it gave him.  When he was done, Alex went to
his dresser and got a fresh pair of briefs out.  As he pulled them on he
noticed that they were a little too small, but went on getting dressed
anyway.  A few minutes later he was downstairs in the kitchen where he
fixed a quick breakfast of cereal and fruit for himself.  He knew that he
didn't have a lot of time, and where was Paolo?  His cousin was supposed to
give him and Brandon a ride to school.

	When Paolo still hadn't shown up after Alex finished his breakfast
he tried calling Paolo's cell phone, but got no answer.  Alex couldn't
afford to miss his first period class, and knew that Brandon couldn't
either, so he called next door hoping that one of Brandon's parents could
give them a ride.

* * *

	Brandon was still sitting at the table, just finishing his
breakfast when the phone rang.  His mother answered it and called Brandon
over to take the call.  Alex told him that Paolo had left the night before,
and had not come back, and wanted to know if one of Brandon's parents could
give them a ride to school.

	Brandon's father had just come back downstairs after getting
dressed to go to the office as Brandon was taking the call.  Brandon asked
if he could give them a ride, and with a look that told Brandon he was a
little annoyed by the request, his father agreed.

	Alex ran over to get into the back seat of Brandon's father's car
with his friend when he saw them come out of the house.  "So, where is your
cousin?" Brandon's father asked as they got into the car.

	"I'm not exactly sure," Alex told him.  "He said that he had to run
home for a few minutes last night for something, but he never came back.  I
tried to call his cell phone, but didn't get any answer."

	"I'm sure your parents aren't going to be very happy about that,"
Brandon's father said with a stern look on his face.

	Brandon and Alex looked over at each other, what Brandon's father
had told them meant that he was going to tell Alex's parents, from there it
would go directly to Paolo's parents.  Paolo was going to be in real
trouble over this, they both knew that.  They both also knew that he didn't
take things like that very well.

	As a result, both boys were quiet on the way to school as they
thought about the possible consequences of Paolo's wrath.  They exchanged a
few glances back and forth, smiling at each other, but stayed silent.
Brandon's father thought this was a little odd - normally the boys couldn't
stop talking - he wondered briefly if they had some sort of falling out,
but when he looked at them in the rear view mirror, he knew he was wrong.
There was something different about the way the boys were looking at each
other, something in the way they smiled back and forth at each other, but
Brandon's dad couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.  When he
dropped them off at school, he watched as his son and his best friend
walked inside, still not talking, but looking back and forth at one
another.  `Damn,' he thought to himself.  `It's almost like they're in
love.'  Then it hit him - that was what it was in the way they had been
looking at each other - Brandon and Alex were in love.  Then he thought
about some of the seemingly innocent situations he had found them in, and
with all of them combined he was forced to wonder to himself whether the
boys had been experimenting sexually.  All the signs seemed to indicate to
him that they had.

* * *

	Paolo woke up, still in the chair where he had fallen asleep.
There was sunlight streaming in through his window.  `Shit,' he thought.
`I'm late...'  Then he remembered that he was supposed to have been back at
Alex's house last night and was also supposed to have given him and Brandon
a ride to school this morning.  He looked around for his cell phone, but
couldn't find it.  `I must have left it in the van,' he thought as he
walked downstairs.  Paolo was already opening the carport door when he
thought about still being naked.  `Fuck it,' he thought and walked out to
his van anyway.

	As he opened the door, he saw his cell phone in the console of his
van.  He reached in to get it, and noticed that it registered two missed
calls.  One was that morning, from Alex, and the other had come in the
night before from Sean.  He tried calling Alex back first, but got no
answer.  He figured that Alex and Brandon had probably found another ride
to school, so he wasn't too worried about it.  Paolo had never been one to
think about the `big picture,' but was much more into the idea of self
gratification, and if at all possible, instant gratification.

	As Paolo stepped back from his van and closed the door, he turned
and saw that his neighbor across the street who had been out in his front
yard watering his plants before going to the office was staring straight at
him.  Paolo just waved and walked back into the house, closing the door
behind him.  The clock on the kitchen wall read 9:00, so he knew he had
already missed his first period class, and would have missed at least half
of his second class by the time he got to school.  He figured he might as
well just blow off school for the day and enjoy himself.  He rationalized
this by thinking that summer vacation was coming soon, and he'd need
practice vacationing.

	He called Sean, but got his answering machine.  He left a message
telling Sean his plans to spend the day at the beach and his pool,
suggesting that maybe they could meet up later if Sean had time, and then
he went upstairs to take a shower.

* * *

	Bobby got up and took a shower, then dressed for school.  He took a
little more care in the way he dressed today - he wanted to make sure he
looked good for Michael.  He chose a pair of khaki shorts that stopped just
shy of his knees and a light blue pull-over shirt.  He put on a pair of
ankle socks and slipped his feet into a pair of white tennis shoes before
going downstairs to get himself something to eat.  He poured some milk over
a bowl of Cheerios and sat at the table, going over his thoughts of some of
the things he had to do today as he ate.  He stared at the USB flash drive
he had copied his evidence to, lying on the breakfast table next to his
books.  Just looking at it made him nervous about what the day had in store
for him.

	He knew that he was going to have to find Michael and talk first
and foremost.  How was he going to tell Michael his disturbing news though?
And how was he, a freshman supposed to draw a senior off for a private
conversation?  Then there was telling Dr. Prescott about what had happened
with the school's web site, and what the implications of that might be.  He
also knew that his two friends, Steven and Carson were going to have some
questions for him about what had happened after he and Michael had left the
park the day before.  He couldn't believe that he had let them talk him
into going there, and when they had suggested that he go try to talk to the
hot red-head lying on the grass - what had be been thinking?  Bobby smiled
to himself though, he was glad they had pushed him into going over and
talking to the boy that he had told them he thought looked hot.  If they
hadn't kept after him to go over and say hello, he would have never met
Michael.  All these thoughts were preying on his mind as he ate.

	As he was putting his cereal bowl and glass into the dishwasher,
his phone rang.  He saw on the caller-ID that it was Michael.  "Good
morning, Sweetness," Michael said to him.  "You want a ride to school?"

	Bobby was shocked - this offer broke a very serious high school
taboo - a senior giving a freshman a ride to school, especially one you
weren't directly related to...  He quickly accepted though.  This would
give him a chance to have the talk with Michael that he so desperately
needed.

	When Michael's car pulled up in front of his house a few minutes
later, Bobby was ready and waiting.  He eagerly bounded out the front door
of the house, slammed it behind him and ran down to the street where
Michael was waiting in his car.  As he pulled the car door closed, Bobby
glanced up at his parents' bedroom window.  He saw his mother looking down
at him.

	As the car pulled away, Bobby started one of the hardest
conversations he had ever had in his life.  "Michael, I have something I
have to tell you, and it's pretty bad."

	"What is it sweetness?" Michael asked, apprehensively.

	"Someone hacked the school's web site last night," Bobby started.
"They posted some pictures of you on it.  The pictures were of you and some
other guy... you and some other guy... having sex"

	 "What?" Michael asked, stunned.  He hit his brake, sliding the car
to an abrupt stop by the curb.

	"Michael, the pictures were of you getting fucked by some guy.  I
don't know who he is, but he's the one who put them on the school's page.
I traced his IP and caught him doing a web cam show from the same room
where the pictures were taken."  Bobby hung his head down on his chest when
he was done, slightly out of breath.

	"No way, I've only ever been with one other guy, and there was no
way anyone was taking pictures."  Michael was clearly angry; his face was
flushed bright red as he said this.

	"If he had that web cam on, no one would have had to be there to
take the pictures," Bobby told him.  "It's possible that he was even
broadcasting it on the internet when he was taking them if that's how he
did it."

	"Shit, so those pictures are out there for everyone to see?"
Michael asked, clearly worried.

	"No, I took them off the web site," Bobby told him.  "But some
people saw them before I got them off.  I don't know who all they were
though."  Then Bobby added a question, "Who was that guy you were with in
the pictures?"

	"It had to be Paolo," Michael told him.  "He's the only other guy
I've ever been with."  Michael paused in thought for a moment as he got the
car moving again, and then he added, "I guess it isn't hard to believe he
would do something like that though.  I always knew he was a manipulative
bastard, but I still never expected anything like this, even from him."

	After a few minutes of driving in silence, Michael asked, "So, you
don't know who all saw the pictures?"

	"No sorry, I really don't."  Bobby felt terrible about letting
Michael down, even though there was nothing more he could have done.

	Michael put his hand over on Bobby's knee, sensing his feeling of
despair at not having been able to keep anyone from seeing the pictures of
him and Paolo.  He wanted to comfort Bobby, to let him know that everything
would be okay.  "There was nothing more you could do, Bobby," he said.
"You got the pictures off as soon as you could and you found out who put
them there."  Michael felt very uneasy though - things could get very rough
for him at school if his true sexual inclinations became known.  He felt
that he had to put on a strong front for Bobby though.

	A few minutes later, Michael pulled into the school parking lot,
parked the car and he and Bobby got out of the car and walked up the hill
toward the school.  Michael got a few weird, sort of questioning looks from
some of the other seniors standing around talking in front of the school as
they approached.  He couldn't be sure if this was because he had given
Bobby a ride that morning, or if it was because they knew about the
pictures.  He hoped that the two would not become connected, but there was
no way he could be sure.  Not only that, but there was little of nothing he
could do now to prevent people from making some pretty obvious connections
if they had seen, or even heard about the pictures.

* * *

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