Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2006 19:40:34 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 18

	This is the third story that I've written to completion (assuming
that I complete it - and I have all intentions of doing so) 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 (in the 'House
on Lora Avenue' folder) 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.  Likewise, if you aren't old
enough to look at filth like this, please don't.  I certainly can't control
whether you do or not, but you have been warned.

	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.

	I would like to dedicate this chapter to the memory of my ex...
No, he isn't dead (literally) yet, but he's fallen back into some pretty
bad drugs, and is doing his best to kill himself slowly.  I really hope and
pray that someday he'll find his way out of it alive.  I'll always remember
fondly the good times we had.

	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 Eighteen

	Paolo didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he didn't feel
rested at all when he woke, and it was not a pleasant awakening.  A guard
had jabbed him in the back with a billy-club and told him to get up for
dinner.

	"I'm not hungry," Paolo told him, rolling over.

	"I didn't ask if you were hungry or not," the guard said.  "I told
you to get up and go to dinner."  Then he jabbed Paolo in the stomach with
his stick.

	Paolo finally got up, although slowly, and shuffled off with the
other inmates to the detention facility's dining facility.  He went through
the line, and the inmates serving what passed for dinner slopped the food
onto his tray.

	Paolo sat at a table, as alone as he could manage, staring at his
food and pushing it around his tray occasionally with his fork.  He ate
nothing though; jail food wouldn't have appealed to him even if he had been
hungry.  When meal time was over, Paolo followed the line of other inmates
as they took their trays and put them through the little window to be
washed.

	As Paolo approached the window though, the guard who had made him
come to dinner stepped in front of him and stopped him.  "You haven't
finished your dinner," the guard said.

	"I told you I wasn't hungry, it's not my fault you made me come
down here anyway."  When Paolo said this, it was in a tone that fully
conveyed the contempt he felt toward the guard, which wasn't difficult for
the guard to pick up on.

	"Well, you have to eat," the guard said.  "You won't have another
chance until morning, so you're going to finish your meal, one way or
another."  The guard was used to dealing with sullen and insolent youths,
and didn't take their shit.  He gave them back far more than they gave him,
which was something he felt was necessary to maintain an edge of
superiority over his charges in this facility.  He wasn't even all that
surprised by Paolo's reaction...

	"Fuck you," Paolo said, and turned the tray upside down, emptying
the contents onto the floor before trying once again to step around the
guard.

	The guard's movements as Paolo tried to step past him were so quick
that Paolo never saw what was coming.  He grabbed Paolo by his neck, and
turning him slightly as he did so, forced him to bend over as he raised his
knee, catching Paolo in the face with it.  He let go of Paolo's neck as his
face made contact with the upward-moving knee, sending Paolo flying
backwards and sprawled out on his back on the floor.  First the guard had
one of the other inmates pick up Paolo's tray and utensils, depositing them
in the window to be cleaned, and then he looked down at Paolo.  "I told you
to finish your dinner, now eat," he said.

	"But it's on the floor."

	The guard raised his club and brought it down, hard into Paolo's
stomach.  "That isn't my problem, now is it?  Eat."

	Holding his stomach where the guard hit him with one hand, and
supporting himself with the other, Paolo leaned over his spilled food.
Looking up at the guard he said, "You can't really be serious."

	The guard raised his foot, placing it on Paolo's shoulder and
forcing him down toward the floor.  "Oh I'm serious alright," the guard
said.  "And you're going to eat your dinner."  He punctuated this remark by
hitting Paolo again with the club, hard, in his side.  This made Paolo
collapse, his face landing in the mess of food he had dumped on the floor
moments before.  When he collapsed, some of the food stuck to the top part
of the orange jail coveralls Paolo was wearing, which was fine with him, it
was that much less he would have to eat.

	Slowly, Paolo began picking the food from the floor with his
fingers and putting it into his mouth as the other boys who were being held
in the facility stepped over him on their way out of the cafeteria and back
to their cells.  It had been about ten minutes after the last of the other
prisoners had stepped over him and left the dining hall when Paolo started
to get up.  The guard pushed Paolo back down, and he sprawled out on the
floor.  "You missed the gravy," the guard said.  "Lick it up."

	Paolo reluctantly did as he was told.  He was beaten and he knew
it.  When he had finished licking the partly congealed gravy up from the
floor, he raised himself up onto his knees and looked up at the guard, a
look of fear but also of loathing in his eyes.  The guard picked up on the
fear - it was after all what he was looking for from the boy.  He looked
down at Paolo and shook his head.  "You're a mess," he said.  "We can't
have you going around here in those soiled clothes.  You better get that
jumpsuit off."

	"But it's all I have on," Paolo said pleadingly, hoping the guard
would relent.

	The guard started to raise his club again, and Paolo slowly
unzipped the jumpsuit and peeled it off.  When he dropped it to the floor
and kicked it off his feet, the little paper slippers came of with it and
Paolo was left, standing naked in front of the guard with his hands crossed
over his genitals to cover himself.

	The guard slapped his hands away, looking him over appreciatively
and tapped him lightly on the butt with his club.  "Walk," the guard told
him.  Paolo started slowly walking back toward his cell, the guard
following behind.  When Paolo started to cover himself again, the guard
jabbed him in the back with the club and said, "Hands at your sides."  As
he walked, the guard would occasionally rub the club lightly in the cleft
of Paolo's ass, having the undesired effect of bringing Paolo's dick to
half mast as he walked through the juvenile detention facility.  This
brought lots of cat-calls from the other prisoners as he walked past.
Paolo simply hung his head and walked slowly in front of the guard.

	When they got back to his cell, the guard opened the door and let
Paolo inside.  "I'll be back with clean clothes for you in a little while,"
the guard said as he closed the door.  "You boys play nice with each other
now."  Then he turned and walked away.

	As soon as he was gone, Paolo sat down on one of the lower bunks
and covered himself with his hands.  The two older boys in the cell with
him eyed him hungrily once again.  The younger boy, who still looked
scared, shrank back into the farthest corner of the cell.  One of the older
boys noticed his movement, and called him back over.  "Come back over here,
Billy.  I think he wants you to look at him."

	The other boy, still looking at Paolo threateningly said, "Move
your hands, punk.  Show Billy here how much you want him to look at your
dick."

	Slowly, Paolo slid his hands away and let them rest on the mattress
at his sides.

* * *

	The four boys lay out by Bobby's pool - Bobby and Michael next to
each other and close by, Steven and Carson next to each other - on lounge
chairs.  Three of the four boys were already sexually spent.  Carson still
hadn't cum yet though.  As he lay back stroking himself absent-mindedly,
Steven looked over and remembered that his boyfriend was still in need of
some satisfaction.

	Steven reached over and knocked Carson's hand away from his own
dick and started stroking it for him.  When he did, he felt the pre-cum
that was leaking heavily from the tip.  He knew it wasn't going to be long
before Carson shot his load.  Steven didn't want to see it go to waste
though, so he leaned over and took Carson in his mouth.  It seemed like
only seconds later that Steven's mouth was filled with the warm, sweet yet
slightly salty cream of his lover.  Before Steven swallowed the last of it,
he moved up to kiss Carson on the lips, and shared the cream with him when
he did.

	Carson accepted his own sperm into his mouth, and swallowed it.  He
chastised his lover though, "You know I hate it when you do that."

	"I know you say that, but you always let me do it."

	Michael and Bobby laughed quietly at the antics of Bobby's friends.
It was getting late in the afternoon though, and all three of Bobby's
visitors knew they needed to be getting home.  Michael and Bobby put their
clothes back on by the pool, while Steven and Carson went up to Bobby's
room to get their clothes on.

	After Michael slid his shorts on, he gave Bobby a deep kiss
good-bye and Bobby walked him to the door.  As Michael left this time
though, Bobby handed him the pair of shoes that he kept forgetting.  They
shared one last, quick kiss and Michael ran down to his car to get home.
He knew he was expected to be home and ready for dinner promptly at 6:30,
and once again he was going to be pressing it to make dinner on time, and
once again he still needed a shower.  At least this time he didn't need to
worry about any leakage in his shorts, he thought.

	Michael finished his shower, got dressed and made it to the table
with moments to spare as his mother was just finishing bringing dinner to
the table.  His father was already sitting at the table waiting.  "Did you
have an interesting day today, Michael?" his father asked.  The look his
father gave him as he asked the question gave Michael the feeling that his
father knew something that he wasn't letting onto.

	"Yeah Dad, it was alright I guess."

	"So how was school today, Michael?" his mother asked.  Michael got
the same feeling from his mother - as if she too knew more that she was
coming right out and saying at the moment.

	Michael once again gave a non-committal answer, "It was okay Mom,
nothing special."

	"How was your algebra test this afternoon?" his father asked.

	Michael's heart sank - he had forgotten about the test he had that
day that he had missed by ditching the last half of school.  He knew that
there was probably no way he was going to be able to make up the test
because he had cut class and he would have to take a 'zero' for the test,
which would really throw his grade in the toilet and probably get him
restricted from playing football for a few games.  Then he had another
thought - with everyone having found out that he was gay, he may not be
welcome on the team anymore anyway.

	"I'm waiting for an answer, Michael."

	"Um, I don't think I did too well Dad," Michael finally answered.
He didn't consider it to be a truly dishonest answer, more just an
avoidance of the truth.  He knew he was just delaying the inevitable
though.

	"I don't doubt it, if you weren't there," his father said.

	Michael just looked back and forth between his parents, a guilty
expression on his face, but said nothing.

	"Why don't you tell us about it, Michael?  Skipping school simply
isn't like you, dear," his mother said.

	It wasn't easy for him, but Michael knew that sooner or later his
parents were going to find out the whole story.  Tears came to his eyes as
he started telling his parents about the pictures that had been posted on
the school's web site, leaving out the part about him being with another
boy.  He went on to tell them about Britney breaking up with him over them,
summing things up with the statement that he just couldn't take the
constant verbal jabs from his classmates anymore, and had snapped under the
pressure and left school, having forgotten all about the algebra test that
day.

	"There's more though, isn't there dear?" his mother asked.

	"Yeah Mom," Michael reluctantly admitted.  "The pictures were of me
with another boy."

	"Did you care for this boy?" his mother asked.  Michael's father
was staying silent and letting his mother handle this part of the
discussion.

	"I thought I did Mom, but I found out that he was just using me."

	"So, are you gay Michael?" his mother asked, thinking that it was
better to just come right out and say it.

	"Yes Mom, I really think I am."

	"Are you sure about that Michael?" his father finally asked,
without any real emotion in his voice.

	"Yes Dad," Michael told him.  "I'm pretty sure I am.  You know I've
tried dating girls, but none of them ever really did anything for me.  I
really enjoyed what Paolo and I did together though, until I found out how
much of a shit he is.  And now I've met someone else too, and Bobby is
really special.  We've only known each other for a couple days really, but
we think we're in love."

	Michael paused for a moment, looking back and forth between his
parents trying to gauge their reactions to what he had just told them.  The
shock of what he had just admitted to them left both his parents in stunned
silence though and neither was saying anything.  Michael needed some sort
of reassurance from his parents, so he asked, "Is this going to change
things between us?"

	Michael's mother reached across the table and took one of his hands
in hers.  "Of course not dear," she said.

	Michael's father got up from his chair and walked around behind
him.  He wrapped his arms around Michael, hugging him tightly from behind
as Michael sat in his chair.  "You're our son Michael, and we love you.
Nothing will ever change that," he said, then kissed the top of his son's
head before releasing his grip and returning to his chair.

	After Michael's father sat back down, he turned and looked Michael
straight in the eye and said, "I want you to know that your mother and I
both mean that.  You're our son and we love you.  We will always do
anything in the world we can for you and nothing at all will ever change
that."

	"Thanks Dad," Michael said.  "And you too, Mom.  I really wasn't
sure how you would take this all."

	"I'll take it a lot better after you make a decent score on your
make-up test tomorrow," Michael's father told him.

	"But Dad, I cut class.  They won't let me take a make-up for that."

	"Yes they will," Michael's father told him.  "I got a call from a
Dr. Prescott at your school this afternoon.  He explained to me all about
what had happened today.  He's already arranged for you to take a make-up
test tomorrow morning before school.  You just make sure you're there and
ready for it."

	"I will Dad," Michael said.  He knew when he said this that it
would cause him to miss the morning football practice, but if he didn't
make up the test, that wouldn't matter anyway.  Plus, he wasn't sure how
welcome the rest of the team was going to take their now exposed gay
quarterback.

* * *

	Alex, Brandon and Joey finally left the pool, going up to Joey's
parent's room instead of Joey's so they could use the huge master shower
and all three shower together to clean the chlorine from the pool off of
their bodies before Joey's mother returned.  Besides, Brandon and Alex
needed to get home before dinner time.  "My dad sometimes jokes with his
friends when my mom isn't around that there's room for four to six
consenting adults in here," Joey said as he turned on the shower, letting
the water warm up before the three boys entered.

	The three boys each took turns being washed by the other two boys,
enjoying the erotic feelings that such an intimate act involved.  When they
were done, Joey wiped down the shower, and they returned to Joey's room to
get dressed.

	On the way from Joey's house back to theirs, Brandon and Alex
speculated on what might have happened to Paolo that day.  They had no way
of knowing the serious trouble Paolo had gotten himself into that day, they
just figured that he had cut school that day.

	When they got home, they split up, each boy going into his own
home.  As Brandon walked to the kitchen, he noticed that the informal
dining table in the breakfast room was set for four people.  "Who's coming
to dinner?" Brandon asked his mother as he walked into the kitchen.

	"Alex is.  You better go get him, dinner will be ready soon," his
mother told him.  Before he could leave though, she asked, "Where have you
boys been all afternoon anyway?"

	"Oh, sorry Mom," Brandon said.  We had to get a ride with Joey's
mom after school, and we stayed at his house for a little while before we
came home."

	"Okay, well you better remember to call and let someone know next
time.  Now go get Alex," she told him.

	Brandon didn't hesitate but a moment before he ran next door, into
his friend's house and up the stairs to Alex's room, where he found Alex
changing out of his school clothes into a more comfortable pair of shorts
and t-shirt.  "Dude, hurry up.  I don't know what's going on exactly, but
you're eating dinner with us tonight."

	"Cool," Alex said.  "I wonder what happened to Paolo though; he
should be here by now.  We've got to go to the airport to pick up our
parents in an hour."

	"Well, worry about that later, Mom said dinner is almost ready and
I need to get you back there soon."

	There wasn't a lot of conversation over dinner at Brandon's house
that night, but when they were finished eating, Brandon's father called the
two boys into his study to talk.  "Alex," he started, "I'm afraid I have a
little bad news for you."  Brandon looked at his father as if to say
'should I leave?' but his father told him to stay, as what they had to talk
about might possibly involve him too.

	Brandon's father went on, "Alex, I'm afraid that your cousin was
arrested today and some of the charges are fairly serious.  Because of
that, I'll be going to pick up your parents from the airport this evening.
They'll be tied up with the police for the majority of the night probably."

	"What happened?" Alex asked.

	"Well, there were a lot of things, but the one that I need to talk
to you boys about right now is about the pictures the police found on his
computer.  There are going to be a lot of questions coming up about this
pretty soon, and I want you both to be prepared."  This wasn't going to be
an easy conversation for the boys or him, and Brandon's father knew that.
He also knew that they needed to get this out of the way.

	"What do you mean 'pictures'?" Brandon asked.

	"Pictures of boys, son," his father said.  "Pictures of boys having
sex with each other, and from what the police told your mother this
afternoon, some of them were younger than you two are."  Brandon's father
went on...  "The police told your mother that they can tell from some of
the pictures that Paolo took them himself.  I need to know if you boys are
in any of those pictures."

	Brandon was a little too quick to answer, "No Dad, we aren't in any
of them.  There's no way Paolo ever could have taken any pictures of us."

	Alex realized what Brandon had just said although Brandon didn't
seem to, he had admitted to his father without meaning to that they had
been having sex with each other.  Alex wasn't so sure that there weren't
any of him on that machine though, from when Paolo had been 'teaching him
things.'

	"So you boys have been having sex then?" Brandon's father asked.

	It was only then that Brandon realized his brash reaction to his
father's question had given them away, and he hung his head down on his
chest before he answered, "Yes sir, we have."

	"Well, I've been able to tell that the two of you are in love,"
Brandon's father told him.  "How long have you been having sex though?"

	Brandon and Alex opened up with Brandon's father then, and told him
all of what they had done together, and how things had progressed over
time.  They both left out any reference to Paolo though.  When they were
finished, Brandon asked his father, "You aren't going to make us stop
seeing each other are you?"

	"Of course not son," his father said.  "That would be like trying
to separate twins almost.  Sometimes I think you two should have been twins
even.  Your mother and I, and Alex's parents too have been able to tell for
a long time how much you two mean to each other.  Besides, one of our
families would have to move to keep you two away from each other."

	"Thanks Dad," was all Brandon could say, and got up and hugged his
father.  He was joined only a second later by Alex.

	"You two better go get your homework done and get ready for bed,"
Brandon's father told them.  "I'm going to have to leave for the airport
soon."

	"You don't mind sleeping over tonight do you Alex?" he asked.

	"No sir, not at all," Alex answered, smiling at him.  "I'd better
go home and get my stuff real quick though."

	"I do mean sleep though boys, it's a school night tonight,"
Brandon's father lightly chided them.

	"We understand," they both said in unison.  Then Alex ran next door
to get his books and a set of clothes for school in the morning.  Despite
what Brandon's father had said, he didn't bring anything to sleep in.  He
figured it would be okay if they slept together naked, as long as all they
did was sleep...

* * *

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