Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 12:31:18 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 16 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. 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. I've really enjoyed hearing from everyone who has written, please keep on letting me know what you do and don't like. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Sixteen Somehow Michael knew that Bobby was ready for his first time. Well, not really ready so much as anxious to have his dick inside him. Michael had misgivings about taking Bobby's virginity still - regardless of how much Bobby said he wanted it to happen. The truth was that he was very afraid of hurting Bobby. Michael remembered the intense pain he had after Paolo had penetrated him that first time. Despite Paolo's apparent care in making sure he was ready for his first penetration, the pain he felt afterwards was something that he would remember for the rest of his life. Michael chased Bobby back and forth across the length of the pool for a few laps, trailing at least a few feet behind him the entire time. Finally Bobby stopped at the edge of the pool in the shallow end. When Michael caught up to Bobby at the side of the pool he was quite winded by the workout, which surprised him, as Bobby wasn't the least bit out of breath. "Swimming laps is a lot different from running them, huh?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, it is," Michael admitted. It was true; the workout he had just had in the pool swimming laps chasing his boyfriend had left him a lot more winded than the same amount of running laps ever had. "I guess I can't make fun of the swim team being wimps anymore, huh?" Michael commented, chuckling slightly as he did. "Damn right you, better not," Bobby told him, and reached down to give Michael's balls a gentle squeeze. This earned Bobby another deep kiss from his boyfriend. "Well, let's get out of the water and dry off so we can go upstairs then," Bobby said. "Then you can get another workout..." He reached out to take Michael's hand as he said this, and Michael accepted it, allowing himself to be led out of the pool by his younger boyfriend. They walked over to the dressing room and once again dried each other before walking into the house and going up to Bobby's room. When they got upstairs to Bobby's room, Michael was a little uncomfortable about the web cams that were connected to a Bobby's computers and asked if they were on. Bobby assured Michael that they weren't, but to make Michael feel better, Bobby covered up the cameras. "You don't need to worry Michael; I'm not going to take pictures of anything we do, unless you ever want to. I'd never show them to anyone if you did though." Bobby understood exactly why Michael was uncomfortable about the cameras being there though. After what had happened with Paolo, he figured it was a natural reaction for Michael to be concerned. After he had covered the cameras up, Bobby sat down on his bed and handed Michael the same bottle of lotion that they had used the last time they were in his room. Before he handed it over though, Bobby had squirted out a large glob of the lotion onto his hand and started to rub it into Michael's erection. "It's definitely your turn this time," Bobby told him with the best appearance of strong determination in his voice that he could muster. Michael decided that maybe Bobby was right, so he lay back on the bed and let Bobby work the lotion into his dick. When Bobby was finished getting Michael's dick lubricated with the lotion, he handed the bottle to Michael, lay back on the bed and raised his legs, giving Michael access to his hole. Michael squirted some of the lotion out and slowly began working it into Bobby. He took his time working the lotion in, first around Bobby's hole, and then slowly working his way inside. He spent about ten minutes working one finger in, he then moved onto two. He wanted to take his time and make sure that Bobby's hole was open enough and well lubricated before he tried to make his entry. Bobby was moaning from the pleasure he was getting from Michael working his fingers in and out of his hole. Finally, Michael added a third finger, and continued that way, occasionally adding more lotion as he worked Bobby's hole open. Michael spent about five minutes fingering Bobby with three digits before deciding that Bobby was probably ready for him. "Do you want it like this?" Michael asked, indicating how Bobby was laying on his back. "Yes Michael, I want to be able to see your face when you make love to me for the first time," Bobby said as he pulled his knees back over his chest. Michael moved up close to him, and placed the tip of his dick at Bobby's rear entrance. Before he started to push in, Michael told Bobby that if it started to hurt to tell him so he could stop and wait before going on, or stop altogether if it hurt too much. Bobby nodded his head to show that he understood, and then Michael began pressing slowly into his boyfriend, making his first ever penetration into another boy's ass. Bobby let out a few moans as Michael pushed his way in, and the way he was gritting his teeth made Michael think that he was causing the boy under him pain, so he asked if he should wait for a minute. When Bobby shook his head `no,' Michael resumed pushing in. Once Michael had his entire length inside Bobby, he paused and waited for a moment to be sure Bobby was okay. Their eyes met for a moment, and the look in Bobby's eyes told Michael that it was time. He drew slowly back and then, working only about an inch or two out and then back in at a time began making love to Bobby. That's what it was for him and for Bobby too... an act of love. Michael didn't last long though, after only a few minutes he spilled his seed inside his lover. Bobby gasped and moaned out "Oh, YES!!!" as he felt Michael's sperm filling him. Michael pulled out slowly, moving back and allowing Bobby to lower his legs back to the bed, then lay down on top of his lover and they began to kiss, alternating between light pecks and deep, tongue-wrestling kisses. Suddenly applause broke out behind them, causing Michael to rise up and turn, and Bobby to raise his head to look toward the open door of Bobby's bedroom. There in the doorway were two boys that Michael recognized from school, although he didn't know who they were. He got off the bed, and started toward the two clapping boys. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" he asked menacingly as he advanced toward them across the room, his semi-erect and wagging dick hardly adding to the appearance of menace he was trying to convey. "Wait!" Bobby said, afraid of what Michael might be about to do. "They're friends of mine. They come over all the time, it's alright, Michael!" Michael stopped and turned back toward his boyfriend, suddenly realizing that they were naked in front of these two friends of Bobby's. Seconds later, another realization hit him... they had seen him making love to Bobby, and apparently they had enjoyed the show, based on their applause. He somehow resisted the impulse to place his hands over his groin to cover himself, going to sit on the bed next to Bobby and give him a short kiss instead. * * * Detective Peters was sitting at his desk catching up on some paperwork when his desk extension rang. It was Mr. Withers, the principal at young Paolo Santori's high school. "You said to call if I remembered something else, or if anything else came up about Paolo Santori," the principal started. "Yes," Peters said. "Is there something else you remembered that might help?" When Detective Peters had his rather lengthy conversation with the principal about Paolo before, he had disclosed nearly everything to the man that he already knew about the episode in the park. Mr. Withers in return had given him a rather thorough briefing on everything in Paolo's school file, the highlight being his suspension the previous year for streaking. "Well, no. It isn't something I remembered. This is something very new indeed," Mr. Withers told him. He then proceeded to fill Detective Peters in on what Dr. Prescott had just brought to him about Paolo's hacking of the school web site and the images and video that he had posted there. Mr. Withers wasn't very descriptive as to what exactly the photos were, but he did tell the detective that they were of Paolo having sex with another male student. Detective Peters asked if Mr. Withers would be willing to turn the evidence that he had over to the police, and was told that the school would be happy to cooperate, and would also press charges against Paolo for hacking the web site and posting the lewd images. When Detective Peters returned to the police precinct after picking up the electronic evidence from the principal, he sat back down at his desk and inserted the CD. He looked first at the still pictures, and then at the video clips. He was actually shocked at the images he saw, and understood now why the high school principal had not described them to him in detail. While none of the images showed Paolo's face, the principal had pointed out that Paolo had a small, but very distinctive birthmark on his right butt cheek that would provide positive identification. Sure enough, the birthmark was clearly visible in the photos and in the video. Equally shocking to Detective Peters was that he recognized the other boy who was being filmed. It was Michael Price, the high school's star quarterback. Detective Peters had seen his picture in the papers a few times after some particularly of the school's more spectacular games. Detective Peters figured that now it was time for another little chat with Paolo. He went back to the interview room where Paolo was still sitting, waiting. Paolo was getting very antsy and nervous by now. He already knew that his parents were going to find out about what had happened in the park with Sean and that fact alone was enough to have unnerved Paolo considerably. Once again, Detective Peters took a seat opposite Paolo at the small table that was in the room, and placed a folder in front of him on the table. "It sure seems like you've been busy over the past couple days, Paolo," Detective Peters started. Then he slid the folder across the table in front of Paolo. "Take a look Paolo," he said. Paolo opened the folder and slowly turned through the pictures that he had posted on the school's web site the night before. `How did these get traced back to me?' he thought. `I never showed my face in any of the pictures...' His question was answered for him when he got to the last page in the folder. It was a printout of the trace of the internet address showing where the pictures had come from. He didn't know if it really specifically identified his computer or not, he didn't know enough about computers to be able to tell. He figures that the odds were pretty good that it did though. He simply slumped back in his chair with a defeated look on his face. Peters knew immediately that he had the boy exactly where he wanted him. "So, do you want to tell me about these pictures and how they got on your school's internet web site?" Peters asked. Paolo's only answer was a defiant shake of his head. He had to have time to think. What if the police got his computer? They would find a lot of things on it that Paolo didn't want them to see. There were plenty of things there that would get him into a lot more trouble than he was in already - among them were pictures of him having sex with his younger cousin Alex, also taken by the web cam that had captured the images of him and Michael. "We've let Sean go by the way," Peters told Paolo as he sat silently across the table from him. "He's agreed to plea to a couple minor charges." "What? Why the hell would you do that?!" Paolo exclaimed. "He was raping me!" "Now, Paolo... That story might wash if the two officers who arrested you hadn't watched the entire episode happen," Peters calmly explained. "The fact is... we know you instigated the whole thing. We also know that you hacked your school's web site and put these pictures and a couple videos on it. We know about your little streaking incident through your school's lunch room last year. To put it simply Paolo, what I have already is enough to charge you with a couple felonies and several misdemeanor charges. It won't surprise me if I find even more before this is all over." Detective Peters had already asked for a warrant for Paolo's computer based on the pictures he had posted on the school's web site and the evidence tracing it back to his computer. He was just waiting for it to come back to him from the judge. Paolo closed his eyes, and heaved a sigh. He knew now just how deep the shit he was in had become. He knew that his parents were not going to take this very well. No, they would not take it very well at all. He also knew that he would not be there to pick up his and Alex's parents at the airport when their flight arrived that evening at eight o'clock. Things were not looking very good for Paolo at all. * * * Brandon, Alex and Joey climbed out of the pool, leaving the three sets of Speedos on the bottom of the pool. They each grabbed a towel from the chair where Joey had left them when he came out to the pool and dried off. "So where are we going to do this?" Joey asked. "Why don't we do it here?" Brandon asked. He liked being naked outside, especially when he and Alex would run around nude in the woods behind their homes, and he thought that having sex outside by Joey's pool would be exciting and fun. For once, Alex was the more practical of the two - "Do you have anything that we can use for lube around here?" he asked. "I think so," Joey said and ran inside. He returned a couple minutes later with a small bottle of KY lubricant. "My parents use this stuff," he said. "It ought to work for us." Brandon took the bottle from Joey and read from the label, "Warming vaginal lubricant... Well, none of us has a vagina, but I think it will work just fine anyway." Then he lowered the back rest on the lounge chair and told Joey to lay down on it so they could get him ready. Joey lay down on his stomach on the lounge chair and spread his legs apart as Brandon let the first few drops of lubricant drip from the bottle into the crack of his ass. * * * 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.