Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 14:31:09 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 14 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), the second was `Chris and Aaron' (June 01, 2006) which are posted in the High School section and there is a sequel to `House on Lora Avenue' called `Trip to Florida' currently being posted in the High School section as well. 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. Sorry that this installment has taken a little longer than usual, but that's how things go some times - I've been spending a little more time with my boyfriend, and the office has been a little more demanding than usual lately. Both keep me occupied where it's a little hard to get any writing done. Okay, I confess, I've also been working on the sequel to `House on Lora Avenue' of and on too. This story involves sexual situations between teen aged 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 friends, Mike and Dave for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as 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 Fourteen Bobby sat back down with Steven and Carson after he watched Michael leave in a big hurry from the school. `What happened?' he thought. `Someone must have confronted him about the pictures. Damn, why couldn't I have gotten them off the net faster, or at least had better security set up to keep them from getting put up on the school's page in the first place?' It was a moot point now. He knew that the boy he had fallen in love with had to be hurting, and he wanted to be with him, to hold him and comfort him. It couldn't happen right now though, because the boy had run from him a few minutes before. No, not from him, but from the school, from whomever it was that had confronted him. It didn't make him feel any better about the situation though. But he did need to know when he would be able to see his boyfriend. "So," Carson asked, "how big is his dick anyway? It's like, huge or something isn't it? It has to be." Bobby blushed, very deeply. The red in his face could have rivaled even that on a fire engine. "Dude, I don't want to tell you about that." "I knew it," Carson said. "He's got to be huge. Aren't you afraid he's gonna want to stick it in you next?" "I told you I don't want to talk about that!" Bobby reiterated. He really didn't want to tell his friends the truth, which was that Michael's penis was a relatively modest size, and that he also hoped that Michael would indeed want to put it inside him. He at least wanted it in his mouth, but he really wanted to have Michael put it in his butt too. All this did was convince his friends that Carson's guess must be correct. The next couple minutes were spent in silence until the bell rang signaling the beginning of the next class period. The boys all got up and walked away to their next class, still in silence. Bobby figured that he would be riding the bus home that day, as usual. What chance was there that Michael would be back to pick him up now? * * * Paolo drove slowly as he headed toward Abby Park. He didn't know exactly where in the park he was going to find Sean, he just knew that he was going to have to look for him somewhere in the park. Sean's convertible was parked in one of the `coves' with the top down. When Paolo saw it, he pulled his van in next to it, turned off the engine and went to look for Sean. He quickly spotted him lying on a large towel that he had spread out on the grass wearing a pair of green nylon running shorts. Paolo had on a bright pair of blue and yellow boardies and white leather sneakers. He walked over to Sean, and sat down next to him on the grass. "How you doing, dude?" he said as he sat down. Ironically, they were at nearly the exact same spot where Michael and Bobby had met the day before. "Not too bad now." Sean said, grinning up at Paolo. Paolo reached over and put his hand on Sean's shorts, feeling the large organ they were hiding. He stroked it a few times through the sheer material, and felt it harden noticeably as he did so. "Getting better all the time too," Sean added as Paolo stroked him. Paolo reached down and put his hand inside one of the leg holes in Sean's running shorts. Immediately, his hand came into contact with something velvety soft. He knew right away that it was Sean's scrotal sack. He kept up his exploration, and began rolling one of Sean's balls around between his fingers, gently caressing it. He watched Sean's dick grow larger inside his shorts as he fondled the man. He wanted to see that big dick again; he wanted to feel it inside him again. So, he reached further up into Sean's shorts, grasped the half hard dick inside and pulled it out through the leg hole. "What the hell are you doing?" Sean asked. He didn't share Paolo's ideas about how exciting sex in a public place might be. "Relax dude," Paolo said as he ripped open the Velcro that held his boardie shorts closed. "No one's around, it's perfectly safe." Then Paolo slid his shorts down over his ass and straddled Sean. Paolo's hole was still greased and opened up from playing with the toys earlier; he hoped it would be enough as he lifted Sean's dick and placed the tip of it at his rear entrance. `Here goes nothing,' he thought. "No it isn't nothing, but really something! Something that's really big.' Paolo sat back slowly, pushing out against Sean's dick as if he were trying to take a really big shit, willing Sean's dick to go inside him. Once the head had penetrated him, the rest was fairly easy for Paolo. As for Sean, when he felt his dick slip inside Paolo's ass, he lost all sense of where he was, and concentrated only on what he was doing - fucking Paolo. There was no `making love' to it for either of them, it was simply fucking. No emotion whatsoever was involved in what they were doing. It was just fucking for the sheer, carnal pleasure of sex. Paolo was enjoying the ride he was having, when suddenly Sean rolled him over onto his back. Paolo involuntarily lifted his legs to keep Sean inside him as they rolled over. This was something that Paolo hadn't expected at all, he found himself quickly losing control of the situation. Even though he was the one whose asshole was being plugged, it had been his intention to remain dominant in the situation, to stay in control of what happened. Sean quickly took control of the situation though once Paolo was on his back. His thrusts started going in deeper, and were more savage. He was pulling himself nearly all the way out, and then driving back inside, deep and long. For the first time he could ever remember, Paolo was scared. Sean's pubic hairs were beginning to brush against him on the inward thrusts now, it was more than he had ever taken before, even the last time Sean had fucked him, and it was really beginning to hurt. It was hard for Paolo to speak, all he was able to do was gasp out "Stop, please. You're hurting me." It was as if Sean didn't or couldn't hear him though, he just kept pounding away, oblivious to the boy's discomfort. "Hey, what are you two doing?!" Paolo heard someone yell out from some distance away. Sean didn't seem to hear that any better than he heard Paolo's protests. * * * Michael didn't even really know where he was going as he drove away from the school. A destination was actually the last thing on his mind. He couldn't believe that he had been confronted by Britney like that in the school cafeteria, and how loudly she had done it. He was sure that by now there was probably no one left at the school that didn't know his secret. He wasn't far off either. High school gossip being what it was and with the outing of the school's star quarterback as a homosexual being such a hot topic, hardly anyone was talking about anything else. Michael almost drove over to Abby Park, but thought better of the idea and went to the beach instead. He parked in a fairly deserted area, got out of his car and opened the trunk. He was in luck. The tote bag containing his beach stuff was still in the trunk. Throwing caution to the wind, he stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks. Then, getting ready, he got the pair of boardie shorts from the bag. He quickly stripped off his shorts and boxers, and then stepped into the boardie shorts, pulling them up and fastening them. When he finished with what he thought was a pretty smooth move changing in public, he turned and saw two young women staring at him from a few feet away. "Cute buns," one of them commented to him quietly as they resumed walking past him toward the beach, laughing softly to them selves. Michael just shrugged it off; it certainly wasn't the worst thing that had happened to him that day. He grabbed his towel out of the bag, shut the trunk lid and walked out onto the sand to get some sun. * * * After school was finished for the day, Brandon and Alex met Joey in front of the school to get a ride to Joey's house with his mother. Once again, Brandon and Alex couldn't keep their eyes off one another, something that was not lost on Joey for the second time that day. Joey's mind kept going back to seeing them wrapping their legs around each other's under the table during the lunch break. Joey was pretty sure he had correctly guessed that Brandon and Alex were `playing' with each other sexually, but he was curious about how far they had gone. He would have really been surprised if he knew even half the truth of his friends' relationship. He resolved that he was going to find out more about it that afternoon once they reached the sanctuary of his bedroom. When Joey's mother picked them up from school, she didn't know that her son had agreed to have her give his two friends a ride that afternoon, and she was a little annoyed by it. She wasn't going to tell them `no' and leave them stranded at the school though, so all three boys piled into the back seat of her Buick for the short ride to Joey's house. Once they got there, they all ran up the stairs to Joey's bedroom, as Joey had suggested that they could all have a quick dip in the pool before the other two boys had to head home, and Joey's mother didn't make any argument to the idea. She was happy enough that the boys were going to keep themselves entertained. "So, you got swim suits we can borrow?" Alex asked. "Yeah dude, hold on a minute," Joey answered as he kicked off his shoes, stripped off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts, leaving him standing in front of them in just his tighty-whitey underwear. It wasn't part of his plan, if it could really even be said that he had one, but Joey could feel the blood flowing into his penis, starting to fill it out. Before it could embarrass him too much, he turned and started digging through his dresser for bathing suits that his friends could wear. Fortunately it didn't take him long to find them. When he turned around to give them to his friends, he saw something that he didn't expect... * * * Just after the final bell for the day rang, signaling the end of classes for the day, Bobby headed out the front doors of the school and toward the bus docks. He was surprised to see Michael's Mustang parked in front of the school. Michael was sitting in the front seat, shirtless, and waved at Bobby as soon as he saw Bobby looking in his direction. Bobby immediately headed for the car and got in as soon as he reached it. He noticed that Britney Harris, the cheerleader whom he had found out had confronted Michael in the cafeteria earlier that day, was staring straight at them as he got into the car and they drove away from the front of the school. The only way Bobby could think of to describe the look in her eyes as they drove past her was intense hatred. He knew deep down that some of her animosity was probably soon to be headed his direction. There wasn't much conversation as Michael drove toward Bobby's house. Michael did tell Bobby about getting caught changing in the beach parking lot though, and they shared a brief laugh about that. Then Bobby told Michael that the women were right, he did have cute buns. "You think so?" Michael asked. "Damn straight I do," Bobby responded. "I doubt `straight' has very much to do with it," Michael kidded, and reached over, grabbing Bobby's stomach, tickling him through his shirt with the tips of his fingers. This elicited a serious giggling fit from Bobby. When they got to Bobby's house, Bobby told Michael that his parents wouldn't be home for quite a while yet and asked if he wanted to come in for a little while. As they entered the house, Bobby kicked his shoes off next to the pair of Michael's that were still there in the entry hall. He bent and slipped his socks off as well, dropping them on top of his tennis shoes. Michael's other pair were still on the floor in the back of his car. `I've GOT to remember to take those with me this time when I leave,' Michael thought to himself as he watched Bobby take off his footwear. "You gonna swim laps?" Michael asked. "Yeah, I suppose so. I usually do when I get home." "Good, I'll get to look at your cute buns then." "What makes you think I'm gonna swim my laps naked today?" Bobby asked. "Well, I was hoping, but even if you don't, I'll get to see them in a Speedo, and that's good enough to be able to see them." Bobby grinned impishly up at Michael as only a cute fourteen year old can do in front of the boy he had fallen in love with and stripped off his shirt. Seconds later his shorts and underwear went down and were quickly kicked away. He stood there for just a moment before taking a couple steps forward and diving into the pool. It was only seconds later that Michael's boardie shorts were lying on the pool deck next to Bobby's and he had joined Bobby in the pool. * * * Sean never heard anything warning him of the impending disaster of his liaison with Paolo. All he felt was a hard-soled shoe pushing against his side, knocking him away from Paolo. His dick was very unceremoniously removed from Paolo's rear with a slight popping noise as he was kicked away. Suddenly he could hear... "You have the right to remain silent..." The words of the Miranda warning filled his ears with a startling and horrifying effect. He knew that Paolo was underage, and they had just been caught having sex in public. There was no way that this was not going to be disastrous for him. Then he heard Paolo... "Oh god, thank you! Thank you for stopping him! I can't believe this was happening to me! He was raping me!" While Sean knew that none of this was true, it was going to be his word against what the sixteen year old was saying. And the moment that the police had caught them made it very unlikely that they were going to take his word over what Paolo was already telling them. He decided that right now it would be in his best interests to remain silent, so that is exactly what he did after making the one brief statement that he wanted a lawyer. Not taking any chances, the police cuffed them both to take them in. They pulled Paolo's shorts back up over his ass and reattached the Velcro to hold them up. Sean's dick had deflated to the point that it wasn't difficult for one of the policemen to run a latex-gloved hand around the bottom of the leg of his shorts to get his dick back inside. * * * While Joey was digging through his dresser, Brandon and Alex had stripped down and were now sitting on his bed quite naked, and he had caught them glancing over at each other's equipment as he turned around. "Wha..." he started. "Well, we figured that since we needed to change... You got the suits, right?" Brandon asked. "Y... yeah..." Joey said, still looking at the two naked boys sitting on his bed, but making no move to give the bathing suits to them. "Well, can we have them sometime this year, you think?" Alex asked. Both he and Brandon noticed that Joey's dick was filling out more and more, and was beginning to push out the white fabric of his underwear. This comment snapped Joey out of his slightly mesmerized state, and he reached out to hand each of his friends a bathing suit. "Yeah, here you go. All I have are Speedos, I hope that's okay." Brandon took a light green pair, while Alex took a white pair, leaving a very light, pale blue suit for Joey. Brandon and Alex pulled their suits on, but Joey just stood there watching as they did. "Aren't you gonna, um, you know, finish changing?" Brandon asked him. "Uh, yeah, I guess so." Joey said. He turned around with his back to them before he slid his BVD briefs down his legs though. He was glad that he did, as it saved him a little (but only a little) embarrassment, as his dick was somewhere around halfway hard, and sticking out noticeably away from his body as he looked down at it. He was sure there was no way they couldn't have noticed that while he was facing them in his underwear, and the skimpy bathing suit probably wouldn't even hide his semi-turgid state even as well as the little bit that his briefs had. Brandon and Alex had both noticed Joey's apparent interest in their naked bodies as they both sat and stood in front of him. They also noticed that the bathing suits Joey had chosen for them all were nearly see-through as they were, and Brandon calculated how much more transparent they would be once they were wet. He also remembered that a few days earlier at Joeys' birthday party that Joey had been wearing board shorts - but today he had claimed that all he had was Speedos. `What's up with that?' he thought. Alex remembered too it turned out, but he vocalized his question. "You were wearing boardies at your birthday party though dude." Joey looked over his shoulder at his friends as he pulled up his swim suit and adjusted himself inside, hopefully so that the state of his penis would be less noticeable. "It's the only kind I had enough of for all of us, is what I meant," Joey said. Brandon knew better, but didn't say anything. He just wondered what their friend had in mind, he was obviously going somewhere with this. Alex just nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." Joey was glad that both his friends seemed to accept his explanation. Joey turned around, and both Brandon and Alex noticed the state his dick was in. His rubbing it the little bit that he had when he adjusted it to fit into the suit had the undesired effect of making him just a little bit harder. "You guys go on down to the pool, I'll grab us some towels and meet you own there in a minute." "Okay dude," Brandon and Alex both said in unison, glancing over at each other and headed down to the pool. Joey hoped that the few minutes it would take him to get the towels from the linen closet would be enough to allow the swelling in his penis to go down. As he was digging through the closet, he got an unexpected bonus for his little plan this afternoon. His mother came up behind him, and told him that she had to go out for a little while, and asked if the boys would be alright playing in the pool by themselves. He told her they would, and that Brandon and Alex would probably walk the four blocks home in a little while anyway. He heard her car pulling out of the driveway as he walked out the sliding glass doors in back of the house to the pool. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer everyone), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk.