Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 20:46:03 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 13

	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 who has also 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.

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

* * *

Brandon and Alex
Chapter Thirteen

	Bobby was very unsure of himself as he walked into the classroom to
see Dr. Prescott sitting at his desk at the head of the room that morning.
He had an uneasy feeling about having to disclose what had happened with
the school's web site.  That Dr. Prescott called him aside at the beginning
of the class period did little to help him about what he had to explain.

	Dr. Prescott had more details about what had been posted than Bobby
could have imagined, it seemed.  He told Bobby as much when he called him
into his office and asked about the inappropriate material that had been
put on the school's web site the previous evening.  He did tell Bobby that
he was proud of him for finding the `problem' and dealing with it as
quickly as he had though before he asked for what Bobby knew about it.
Bobby was relieved on one level, but deeply disturbed on another.  Sure, he
wasn't going to have to explain the pictures of his new boyfriend being on
the school's web site, but that was only because this older man, someone he
trusted and respected, had already seen them.

	Bobby told Dr. Prescott everything he knew about the hacking of the
school's web site, but only up to a point -- that he had traced the IP
address the pictures had been sent from, discovering the violation of the
web site and removing the pictures from it, and finally tracking down whom
it was that had hacked the school's site.  Bobby didn't want to show
Dr. Prescott the video that showed who it was that had posted the pictures,
but he was finally pressed into it and showed the video capture to his
mentor.  Dr. Prescott seemed to recognize the person in the video capture
that Bobby showed him.  He also seemed only mildly surprised when he saw
it.

	"I'll deal with this," is all that he said before dismissing Bobby,
somewhat summarily.

	While Bobby had not had to show Dr. Prescott the pictures of
Michael, he knew that the man had seen them from the conversation they had
just finished.  The mere thought of this kept him from being able to
concentrate in any of his classes before lunch.

* * *

	Paolo finished his shower, brushed his teeth and shaved.  He didn't
like the bit of fuzz, or even a goatee that some of his peers were wearing
on their chins.  To tell the truth, he thought they looked ridiculous,
stupid even.  He was damned if he was going to look stupid like them, even
if he only had a tiny bit of fuzz on his chin and upper lip to shave off.
When he was done with his face, he used it to trim around his pubes, but
only around the edges for a little shaping.  Paolo simply considered this
being particular about his appearance.  When he was done with the razor, he
thought he was ready for a little time at the pool.  He knew he would be at
the beach later where he would have to wear at least a swim suit, but he
didn't want to get noticeable tan lines, therefore all he took with him to
the pool was a large towel and his cell phone.

	It was just as Paolo was getting ready to go back inside a couple
hours later that his cell phone rang.  It was Sean.  He agreed to meet Sean
at Abbey Park a couple hours later.  He decided to get himself ready for
their meeting, figuring what was going to happen.  He went to his bedroom,
spread the towel over his bed and got the bag of toys Sean had left there
out of his closet.  He started with a smaller dildo, and began working on
himself to get loosened up and ready to meet Sean.  He could hear it in
Sean's voice when they talked on the phone -- a tone that told Paolo that
Sean wanted to stick that monster dick up his ass again and give him
another ride.  Paolo was looking forward not only to this, but also the
thrill of doing it out in the open at the park where anyone could walk by
and see them.

	After he had worked his way up two sizes, Paolo pulled the anal
beads out of the bag.  He had never tried using something like this to
pleasure himself before, and wondered what they would be like.  He rubbed
more lube into his already stretched open hole, and inserted the first
bead.  It felt weird, he thought as it slipped through his anal ring and
was then sucked inside him.  So weird in fact that it had caused him to
gasp slightly as the bead entered his body.  The knots in the string left
just enough space between the beads so that there was only about 1/4"
between his hole and the next bead that would enter him.  `I wonder how
many I can get in there?' he thought.  The beads each measured 2" in
diameter, and there were six of them on the string.

	Paolo continued slowly pushing the beads into his butt, uttering a
gentle gasp as each one entered.  When the third one entered him, he knew
that he could take no more, and after a few minutes lying there panting, he
began pulling the beads slowly back out.  The beads made their way in and
out of Paolo three times before he moved onto the next toy.  It was the
monster dildo that Sean had told him was made from a mold of his own dick.

	Paolo was close to shooting his load as he worked the big piece of
latex into himself.  He wanted to try to get the whole thing in, but wasn't
sure that he would be able to.  He got up on his knees and slowly lowered
himself onto it, pressing it against the mattress and working it up inside
himself.  He made it almost all the way down when he thought he was going
to split himself open and had to back off.  He tried easing himself back
down on it again but found that it was no use.  He hadn't quite gotten in
all inside, and the pain it was causing him was too intense, so he lay back
on the bed, and jacked himself until he came all over his chest and stomach
with the big toy stuffed up inside him as far as he could get it to go.

* * *

	Brandon and Alex didn't see each other again until lunch time.
When they did, they had a hard time not embracing each other, but they
managed to restrain themselves in front of the other students.  They sat
close to each other on the same side of the table, their bare lower legs
rubbing against each other.

	"So," Alex asked.  "How are we getting home?  My `rents won't be
home until tonight and I don't think we can count on Paolo to pick us up."

	"I have it covered," Brandon answered.  "I talked to Joey last
period.  He said that he can get us a ride with his mom.  We'll probably
have to go to his house for a little while first though, is that okay with
you?"

	"Yeah," Alex answered.  "That's cool with me."  He really didn't
want to go over to Joey's house though; he really wanted the two of them to
get to his house for some time together before his parents got home that
evening.  Then he thought out loud...  "I wonder if Paolo is supposed to
pick up our `rents from the airport?"

	Brandon picked up on his wanting some alone time and told him,
"Don't worry dude, we won't have to be there long.  All we'll have to do is
hang out for a while pretending to do some homework and then we can walk
home.  It's only a couple blocks.  Oh, and yeah, Paolo is supposed to pick
them up.  I hope he remembers that."

	Alex subconsciously looped his leg around Brandon's under the
table.  They both enjoyed the close contact and grinned at each other.  But
they didn't catch on that someone else noticed what they were doing.

* * *

	When Michael went to the school cafeteria for lunch, he sat down at
a table by himself in the `senior section.'  This was his choice; he really
wasn't feeling very social, and would have rather everyone else stayed away
from him, but still he had to keep up appearances and sit where his peers
sat.  There was a series of thoughts preying on his mind though.  `Who had
seen the pictures?  Who all knew?  Who had they told?'

	Britney wasn't going to humor him by leaving him alone though.
When she came in and got her lunch, she sat down right next to him.  "Well
hello Michael," she said in her normal perky voice.  As he looked over at
her though, he could see something different in her eyes, something cold
and vindictive.  He knew that this wasn't going to be a pleasant
conversation, regardless of the face she was putting on at the moment.

	"Hey, what's up Britney?" he responded, equally clear in his
attitude that he wasn't particularly excited to see her.

	"Oh, I just wanted to see how you were feeling; whether or not it
was uncomfortable sitting there or anything."  The way she had placed an
emphasis on the word `sitting' was enough to tell Michael that she had
either seen or heard about the pictures.

	"No, why would it?" was all he said in reply.  Unfortunately for
Michael, he didn't realize just what a vindictive bitch this girl could be.
He was about to find out though, and in very short order.

	The next words out of her mouth were very loud and very shrill.
"Because you've been taking it up the ass from some guy, you bastard; while
you've been going out with ME."  She was on the verge of screaming now, and
in front of the entire high school cafeteria.  "That must be why you didn't
want to have sex with me.  You'd rather take it up the ass from some guy!"

	When she had finished with her short but loud tirade, all eyes in
the cafeteria were on them.  Michael felt like he was going to be sick, and
leaving his food on the table, most of it still untouched, he got up and
hurried to the nearest bathroom.  Everyone's eyes followed him as he left,
his retreat being viewed as confirmation of what she had said by their
audience as Michael left the room.

	When Michael got into the bathroom, he shut himself in a stall and
literally lost all he'd managed to eat of his lunch into the toilet bowl,
along with what little of his breakfast that still remained in his stomach
as he vomited.  He stayed in the stall on his knees in front of the toilet
until he was sure he was finished coughing up bile.  When he was done, he
got up, left the stall and cleaned himself up as best he could in the sink
before leaving the restroom.  He couldn't stand any more of this today, he
thought.  So he quickly walked down to the parking lot, got into his car
and left the school grounds, unintentionally burning rubber as he left.

* * *

	It was lunch time before Steven and Carson were able to corner
Bobby to ask about what had happened the day before after he and Michael
had left the park.  Bobby had not realized until now that they had stayed
and watched until he and Michael had left.  They were both pressing him for
details of what he and Michael had done after they left the park.  Carson
had questions about Michael's car too, mainly about how fast it went.

	Bobby was hesitant to answer questions about what had happened as
they ate.  There were too many people around and he was afraid they would
hear all or some of the conversation.  He finally told Steven and Carson to
shut up, afraid to even have them asking these questions with everyone else
around, and he would tell them everything that happened later, when they
were outside and alone.

	Ten minutes later they were outside, sitting together on a bench in
front of the school, but away from all the other students waiting for their
lunch period to end.  After another five minutes Bobby had finished telling
Steven and Carson everything that had happened between him and Michael
after they had left the park and went back to his house, including what had
happened during their walk on the beach later.  He had deliberately left
out what had happened that morning though - the ride to school he had
gotten from Michael and the conversation they had on the way.  He wasn't
going to give away too many details about that because he still didn't know
who had given out the password to the web site administrator account.

	"You're kidding, right?" Carson said, absolutely amazed.  "He
wanted YOU to fuck HIM, not the other way around?"

	"Yeah," Bobby said, grinning sheepishly.  He still couldn't quite
believe that it had worked out that way himself.

	"And he told you that he's in love with you too?" Steven added.

	"Yeah, he did," Bobby confirmed.  "And I love him too.  We're going
to be boyfriends."

	"No way dude, you're a freshman and he's a senior."  Steven was
being a high school age realist.

	"No, I'm right!"  Bobby was adamant.  "Michael even called me this
morning and gave me a ride to school.  He owes me too; I got the pictures
of him off the web!"

	"Pictures?" it was like stereo in Bobby's ears the way Steven and
Carson had both said it at once.  As soon as they had answered, Bobby knew
that he had said far too much.  They hadn't known about the pictures before
he had let it slip, even though he had been trying carefully to not say
anything about that.  `Now what do I tell them?' Bobby thought to himself.

	Before Bobby could give them an answer though, Carson jabbed him
and asked, "Hey, isn't that your ride leaving in an awfully big hurry?"  As
he asked this, he pointed at Michael getting into his car and taking off,
leaving a cloud of grey, rubber tire smoke behind as he tore out of the
school's student parking lot.

	Bobby got up and took a few steps, running towards the school exit
before stopping, realizing that there was no way he would ever catch up to
Michael.

* * *

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