Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 18:27:07 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 15 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. This story involves sexual situations between 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 friends, Mike and Dave for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance. This chapter is brought to you by the Penthouse Bar at the Streamline Hotel, where I took my boyfriend for a little fun and recreation this weekend. We spent the weekend away, and the bar came highly recommended by some friends who had been there before. If you can find it, it's a nice little place (if you're that interested, look it up on the internet). The hotel itself is undergoing a long and (very) slow process of refurbishment, and they don't take reservations, so if you're planning a weekend getaway, you should book your reservations nearby (personally I recommend the Hilton, and not the Best Western). 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 Fifteen Michael swam over to Bobby and surfaced directly in front of him. As soon as Michael had brushed the water away from his face, Bobby jumped up, wrapping his arms and legs around his boyfriend. He pulled himself into Michael, pressing himself against Michael's flesh, relishing the close contact. He couldn't help but ask the question that he had been thinking about most of the day... "So, Mikey..." he started. "When am I going to get your dick inside me?" As he asked the question, he loosened his grip on the older boy, allowing his body to slip down just a little. That was all he needed to do to feel the tip of Michael's erection brushing against his hole. He wanted to be face to face with Michael when he lost his anal virginity, unlike when he had lost another sort of virginity into Michael's back side. He didn't think that either of them would have the stamina to do it clinging to each other in the pool the way they were now. They were also definitely going to need some lubrication for Bobby's first anal penetration. He leaned in and began kissing Michael lightly and repeatedly on the neck, still able to feel Michael's erection below him. "Bobby," Michael started. "Please don't call me that." Being called `Mikey' reminded him of Paolo, and he didn't want to be reminded of the bad situation that had turned into. He hoped that Bobby wouldn't press the issue though. "I'm sorry," Bobby said, hanging his head a little, really not sure what he had done by calling his boyfriend by what he thought would be a cute nickname. He could tell that it bothered Michael though. Michael sensed that he had put Bobby off at least a little by his not wanting to be called `Mikey,' and pulled Bobby back tightly up against him. "Bobby," he said. "That name brings back bad memories for me. It's not you, okay?" He hoped that he had reassured Bobby that everything was okay between the two of them. Just to be sure though, he leaned into Bobby for a very wet, sloppy kiss. The responses he got from Bobby, both in his mouth and pressed into his stomach told him that everything was okay between them. When the kiss was broken though, Bobby had to ask... "That's what he called you, isn't it?" "Yeah, it is," Michael admitted, knowing that Bobby was referring to Paolo without having to make him say it. Bobby pulled himself tightly against Michael and kissed him deeply on the lips once more. "Come on, let's swim some first," Bobby said, releasing his grip on Michael and swimming away. `First?' Michael thought. But he knew exactly what Bobby wanted. He just wasn't sure the time was really right for him to take Bobby's virginity. It was different than before, when Bobby had taken him - after all, Michael was already used to having Paolo's cock invade his most private, personal area. * * * The police separated Sean and Paolo, and took them down to the police station in separate cars. When they got to the police station, each of them were fingerprinted, had their pictures taken and were then led into interview rooms and left to wait. A detective opened the door to the interview room where Paolo was sitting, walked in and sat down in a chair opposite him at the table. "I'm Detective Peters," he started. "You want to tell me your name and whatever you have to say about what happened in the park please?" Paolo didn't know for sure that the detective had already talked to the police officers who had arrested him, but figured it was the most likely possibility. He didn't really know how much of their encounter had been seen by the police who had arrested him and Sean, but he figured it couldn't have been a whole lot considering when they had arrived. Still, he was an accomplished enough liar to know that the best thing he could do was stay as close to the truth as possible. "My name is Paolo," he started. "Paolo what?" the detective asked. "Santori," Paolo said. "Paolo Santori." "How old are you Paolo?" Detective Peters asked. "I'm sixteen," Paolo answered. "Why weren't you in school today then Paolo?" "Uh, well, I sorta cut today." But Detective Peters already knew that Paolo had skipped school that day. He knew a lot more than Paolo had any idea he could have. From the booking report that he had seen before coming to the interview room, Detective Peters knew Paolo's name and age, and not just that he had skipped school that day. He also knew about Paolo's suspension from school the previous year for streaking through the halls at lunch time. Then there was the most damning thing - the police had been keeping and eye on Abby Park because of its growing reputation as a cruising spot for homosexuals and for young hustlers turning tricks there. Paolo's van having been seen there frequently by the officers who were staking the park out had drawn their attention to him as soon as he had started cruising the `coves' looking for Sean's car that day. His registration plate was already on an alert list. They had been watching everything that happened between him and Sean through binoculars, so they knew that Paolo's rape story was a complete fabrication. They had filled Detective Peters in on this as well. Detective Peters was not about to be played for a fool by this boy, and he had been warned by the principal at Paolo's school that he would try this when he had called and talked to the man a short time before. He had also been warned about Paolo's arrogant attitude, which he was already seeing coming to the surface. "Before we go any farther Paolo, I need to advise you of your rights under the Fifth Amendment," Detective Peters told him, and read Paolo his Miranda Rights. "What, I'm being arrested for skipping school?" Paolo regretted saying this even as the words were leaving his lips. "No, we don't arrest you for skipping school, Paolo. Do you want to tell me the truth about what happened in the park though?" Detective Peters asked with a little scowl on his face. He was not impressed at all by Paolo's smartass attitude. In fact, he was becoming very rapidly annoyed by it. "So what am I under arrest for?" Paolo asked him, maintaining his superior and arrogant tone. "Nothing just yet young man, I'm still working that out. But I suggest you watch your tone with me," Detective Peters said, letting Paolo know just how annoyed he was becoming. "I do know that you aren't telling me the whole truth though." "Sorry, look I know it was a bad idea to skip school and everything, but after all, I'm the one that was getting raped and fucked up the ass, you know." Paolo did not exactly sound genuinely contrite, nor terribly concerned, as he said this. "Well, how about telling me what happened then, and maybe we can see about putting the man who did that to you in jail." "Will I have to testify against him?" Paolo asked. He knew that there was no way he could say in open court what had happened. He just wanted everything to go away, and just maybe if he refused to press charges, the police would let him go and he could get to the airport that evening in time to pick up his parents so they wouldn't know about what had happened. If they found out about this, Paolo knew they would freak out rather badly. "I can't say for sure, but that's a pretty good possibility." Detective Peters knew that the reason Paolo was so concerned about having to testify against Sean was that he was making the rape story up. "I won't do it. I don't want anyone to know about what happened to me." He tried without success to give the appearance of a traumatized rape victim. So it seemed that he wasn't willing to go as far as perjury. Detective Peters considered this for a moment, and said, "Well, alright. Your parents may feel a little differently when they get here though." Paolo was on his feet even as the words were leaving the man's mouth. "NO!!! You can't do that! You can't tell them what happened! Besides, they won't be home until tonight and I'm supposed to be watching my cousin this afternoon!" "Son, I'm afraid I don't have any choice. You're a minor." Detective Peters had picked up on the fear that was starting to show in Paolo's voice and eyes. "I'll just let you think about it for a little while then, Paolo. Can I have someone bring you a soda or something?" "No, nothing thanks," Paolo said, hanging his head down on his chest. `How am I going to get out of this?' he thought... It had begun to dawn on him though that there wasn't going to be a way out of this without a lot of people, and most importantly, his parents, finding out what had happened that day. Detective Peters then went a short distance down the hall to where Sean was waiting in another interview room with his lawyer. Sean's lawyer had arrived while Detective Peters was talking to Paolo, and had a chance to talk with his client. When Detective Peters entered the room, he introduced himself to them and sat down in a chair on the opposite side of the table, just as he had done with Paolo. "Would you care to discuss what happened at the park this afternoon?" he asked as he took his seat. "I didn't do what he said," Sean started. "It wasn't a rape. He came on to me, pulled my dick out of my pants and sat back on me." "Sean," his lawyer started. "I thought we talked about this. You don't have to say anything, and I really suggest that you don't for the moment." "Well," Detective Peters started. "It might be better if you let your client talk right now. His story matches all the other accounts - those of the arresting officers - of what happened, except for the boy he was arrested with. If he makes a statement, I think we can let his involvement go with one or two misdemeanors. The boy he was with is sixteen, so he'll be clear of a statutory rape charge and I have to tell you, I'd much rather bust that cocky little bastard for filing false charges against your client than anything else right now. Your client will of course need to make himself available to testify against him if need be. With the two officers who arrested them making their statements, I don't believe that will be necessary though." He did caution Sean that he should stay away from the hustlers in Abby Park before he sent Sean and his lawyer on their way. Thirty minutes later, Sean had finished making his statement for Detective Peters and was on his way to his arraignment with his lawyer, where he was released without having to post bail after agreeing to appear on misdemeanor charges for public indecency. * * * Joey came out onto the back patio headed toward the pool and dropped the three towels he was carrying onto a pool lounge chair on his way to join Brandon and Alex in the water. Brandon and Alex were playing around in the small kidney shaped pool, splashing and trying to dunk each other under the water, and laughing a lot with each other the entire time. Joey knew that Brandon and Alex had been best friends for a long time, since well before he knew them. What he had planned this afternoon was to find out more about just how close they were, and to try to get them to let him in... He had seen them looping their legs around each other's under the table earlier that day at school, so he was pretty sure that they were messing around with each other some. He was in for a big surprise when he found out just how much they had been doing with each other though. Joey jumped into the pool, feet first. It wasn't deep or long enough to dive into, he wished it was. Before he surfaced, he kicked off the bottom of the pool, headed towards his friends. When his head broke the surface of the water he was right next to Brandon and Alex, practically between them. As he brushed the water and his hair back away from his face, he thought he caught a look between Brandon and Alex, an almost loving look, he thought. Joey was trying to figure out a way to ask the question that had been on his mind most of the day... `Well, I guess the best way is the direct way,' he thought. "Hey guys," Joey started. "I was wondering about something..." "Yeah, what is it?" the boys answered him back in unison. Joey was used to the way his friends were always on the same wavelength, even completing each other's sentences fairly often. He, like most of their friends was used to it. They had been doing that as long as he had known them. "Is something going on between you two guys?" "Something like what?" Brandon asked. "Yeah, we don't know what you mean," Alex added. It wasn't true though, both boys had a pretty good idea what Joey was talking about. "Well..." Now he was being stonewalled, Joey was starting to lose his nerve, so he figured he'd better go ahead and say what was on his mind. "It's just that I've noticed the looks that you give each other all the time, like just a minute ago, and up in my room when we were changing. And then at lunch today, I saw you wrapping your legs around each other's under the table." "Um, well yeah," Brandon started. "We're... um, in love," Alex finished the statement. "Does anyone else know?" Brandon asked. "Not that I know of, but someone else might have noticed. The goo-goo eyes you two are always giving each other aren't exactly hard to notice," Joey told them rather point blank. Neither Brandon nor Alex realized that they had been being that obvious, but after what Joey had just told them, they had to admit that it was true. They both knew they would have to start being more careful. "So are you guys like, messing around with each other?" Joey asked. The deep blushes on both his friends' faces gave Joey his answer without them even having to say anything. Brandon spoke up though, "Yeah, we have been doing some stuff together. As usual, Alex continued where Brandon had left off, "Yeah, we done stuff." Joey wasn't quite satisfied with that answer; after all, he wanted in on the action, if they would let him. "You mean like jacking each other off and stuff?" he asked. "Well, yeah, we started off by doing that. We've done some other stuff too," Alex said, causing both himself and Brandon to blush deeply again. "Like what kind of other stuff?" Joey asked. He was already stretching the material of his skimpy, little swimsuit and hoped that it wasn't obvious under the water. Brandon really wasn't keen on admitting all that he and Alex had been doing together, but they were already committed. He didn't think that Joey was going to tell anyone about what they were talking about so he said, "Well, we've done blow jobs too." Somewhat to Brandon's chagrin, Alex continued the thought on once again, "Yeah, and then this past weekend we had sex for real for the first time. It was after we got home from your birthday party." "I was kind of thinking that maybe it was before the party," Joey said. "I was thinking that maybe that's why you were walking a little funny all day." Now that he knew what was going on between his two friends, it seemed to make a little more sense to him the way Alex had been walking around all day looking like he had something stuck in his butt at the water park. "Well, that was because I had a plug up my butt to get ready for my first time," Alex said almost without thinking. "ALEX!" Brandon exclaimed, shocked that Alex had the nerve to just admit this. "Well, he already knew something was going on. What does it hurt to tell him now?" Alex asked. "You had a plug in your butt?" Joey asked. "Why would you do that, and where would you get such a thing?" "I got it from my cousin Paolo," Alex explained. "He said it would make it easier for my first time." Brandon was hoping that Alex wouldn't tell their friend what else had happened with Paolo at Alex's house. He really didn't want Joey to know that Paolo had fucked them both too. There must have been some sort of kink in their usual mind-meld though, because Alex continued, "And after we had sex with each other, Paolo did too." "You mean your cousin had sex with both you guys too?" Joey was stunned by this revelation. If they had let Alex's older cousin have sex with them too, maybe they would let him join in as well. Joey's penis was about to burst as well and involuntarily, his hand reached down and found his head starting to peak out from the top of his Speedo. He couldn't help but slide his hand down inside and rub himself a little. The movements of Joey's hand did not go unnoticed by his friends. "Yeah," Alex admitted. "He didn't let us do him though." It almost seemed as if there was a trace of disappointment in Alex's voice as he said this. Joey's friends could sense his nervousness as the next words left his lips... "So, do you guys think that the three of us could... maybe... could we do something too?" Brandon and Alex looked over at each other, their minds now back with each other completely. They looked back over at Joey and then both boys nodded in agreement. They both moved over to Joey, the water they were standing in making their movement toward their friend slow, but when they joined him, they all joined in a deep three-way kiss, sharing their tongues with one another. Brandon was the first to let his hands go exploring, reaching out to feel the bulges in both his friends' Speedos, but he found that the majority of Joey's bulge was now already outside of his Speedo. It only took a few additional seconds for a full fledged grope-fest to break out in the pool between the three boys as their swimsuits were quickly pushed down to their ankles and kicked away. * * * 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. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, please let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.