Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 21:11:20 -0500
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 20

	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.

	All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text
without my express written consent, or the fleas of a thousand Arabian
camels may infest your armpits.

	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 Twenty

	Steven and Carson were soon naked and laying on Bobby's bed,
licking and stroking each other.  'This is nothing new,' Bobby thought to
himself when Carson moved around and got on his hands and knees, his
backside facing the camera.  Steven moved in and started to lick at his
hole.  'Gross,' Bobby was thinking as he watched the camera with rapt
attention.  He wondered though if he could do something like that with
Michael.  'Maybe after a shower,' he thought to himself as he watched
Steven's tongue working at Carson's rear entrance.  It looked like he was
actually slightly penetrating the tight little bud just a little.  As he
watched, his focus centered on Carson's hole, he noticed it was twitching -
almost as if it was winking at him.

	Steven backed away, and Bobby adjusted the zoom on the web cam in
on Carson's butt.  He was able to make out the spit left on Carson's hole
by Steven's tongue on his monitor when he did.  Then he saw Steven's dick
moving in...  It started rubbing on Carson's hole as he watched.  Sure,
Bobby had gone all the way like this with Michael, but he knew that Steven
and Carson hadn't taken this step yet.  Bobby pulled the zoom on the camera
back; bringing the entire scene back into the picture.  Bobby had never had
the opportunity to watch another couple actually having sex either.  He
slid his hand down inside his underwear and began rubbing himself as he
watched the show unfolding before him on his bed.  He didn't quite
understand why his two friends had decided to take this step in their
relationship not only in front of him, but also in front of the camera, but
leaned back in his chair anyway to watch.  Then he thought back briefly to
the day he had met Michael in the park. Steven and Carson had stayed back
in the trees and watched as he approached Michael, maybe this was some sort
of voyeuristic payback from them...

	Steven just humped Carson's crack at first, rubbing his dick back
and forth in the cleft between his cheeks, pulling the smooth mounds of
flesh in against his dick as he rubbed against Carson's ass.  Steven's dick
had a slight inward curve to it when it was hard, reminding Bobby somewhat
of a flesh-toned banana.  As he rubbed his dick along Carson's crack, he
paused every so often to deposit a bit of pre-cum at Carson's hole as he
rubbed the head of his dick against it.

	Carson let out a small moan as Steven finally pushed the head of
his dick into him, past his anal ring.  Steven paused for a moment, letting
his boyfriend adjust to the feeling before continuing on.  Bobby's eyes
were glued to the scene in front of him.  He could hardly believe he was
really watching Carson losing his anal virginity.  When Steven had finally
completed his entry, moving in very slowly, the two boys shifted their
position just slightly so that they were showing the camera more of a
profile view.  Bobby zoomed the camera back in for a moment, getting a
close up shot of Steven's penetration before pulling the zoom back so all
the action could be seen on the computer monitor once again.

	Steven pulled back all the way out of Carson for a moment, and
Carson rolled over onto his back.  Carson lifted his legs up, and Steven
moved back into him, holding his legs up and once again pushing his dick
all the way into his lover.  As he made his entry back into Carson, his
dick rubbed Carson's prostate.  This caused Carson to gasp and shudder just
a little beneath him.  By the look on his face Steven was clearly concerned
for a moment that he may have hurt Carson, but Carson continued squirming
under him, causing Steven's dick to continue rubbing his prostate.  When he
did this, Steven realized that Carson was enjoying himself, and continued
his movements.

	Steven's dick brushing against his prostate was exciting Carson
immensely, and his dick seemed to him to be harder than it ever had been
before.  After three more brushes of Steven's dick against his prostate,
Carson's dick erupted, shooting cum all over his stomach and chest without
even being touched.  Steven pulled out of Carson then and with a few quick
strokes finished bringing himself to climax, adding his own sperm to
Carson's before leaning in and licking at the mess on Carson's stomach and
chest.  Once he had a mouthful of their seed, he moved up to kiss Carson,
letting some of their combined goo drip from his mouth as he made his
approach.

	When he saw this, Bobby, who was still jacking his own dick inside
his underwear (well mostly, the tip was sticking out the top) went over the
top and shot his own load up onto his stomach.  As Steven lay down next to
Carson on his bed, Bobby turned the camera, showing his own cum on his
stomach before shutting down the video software.

	In another house, not far away, someone wondered who this other boy
was who had obviously been jacking off behind the camera.  He hadn't shown
his face on camera, so there was really no way to know.  Although there
were several people who knew how to access the video shows Steven and
Carson like to put on, and more than one person happened to check the site
that night and seen the show, there was only one intended viewer.  He was
going to have to find out the identity of this other boy was who was
helping Steven and Carson with their shows...

	In the meantime, Steven and Carson were smirking at their
cameraman.  "Why did you do that on camera," Bobby asked.  "I mean, that
was your first ass sex, wasn't it?"

* * *

	When Brandon's parents got home that evening, they looked in on the
boys and saw them cuddled up with each other in Brandon's bed.  Brandon's
father whispered to his wife, so as not to wake the boys, "They look so
sweet and innocent, don't they?"

	"Yes, Honey, they do."  She had to wonder though just how innocent
her son and his life-long best friend really were though.  Not only did she
now know that they were having sex with each other, what had come to light
about Paolo over the last twenty four hours made her think long and hard
about this, and she also had to think hard about whether her son and his
friend might be in some of the pictures the police had found on Paolo's
computer.  She really hoped that they weren't, but there was some doubt in
her mind.

	Alex's parents however were filled with worry when they arrived
home.  They held hands as they walked next door, talking over what had
happened with their nephew.  They found the allegations that were being
made against him difficult to believe.  Had Paolo really been making
pornographic films and taking pictures of him and other boys having sex?
Was Paolo really a homosexual?  They knew that Alex and his cousin had
always been close, despite the difference in their ages, so naturally they
were concerned that if the charges were true that Alex may have been
involved too, and hoped that this wasn't the case.

	Tomorrow, they resolved, they would have to have a talk with Alex
about what had happened with Paolo and ask if Alex had any knowledge of it.
They went to bed immediately, and exhausted from the plane flight and the
ordeal at the police station and hospital, were soon both asleep.  It was a
fitful sleep for both, but it was sleep nonetheless.

* * *

	The doctor found Paolo's parents alone in the small chapel that was
housed in the surgical wing of the hospital.  His father was simply sitting
on one of the wooden pews, leaning forward with his face in his hands.  His
mother was kneeling at the prayer rail, using it for its intended purpose.
"Mr. and Mrs. Santori?" he started.  "I'm afraid I have some bad news for
you."

	Paolo's mother joined her husband on the pew, and took hold of his
hand as the doctor told them the bad news.  Paolo had died on the operating
table from the severe injuries he received in the beating he took.  "There
was just too much damage," he explained.  "He had severe internal injuries,
and swelling of his brain.  In addition, he was also brutally raped, and
torn open badly inside as a result.  We just couldn't get the internal
bleeding to stop."

	At this, Paolo's mother could not hold back anymore and burst into
tears, interspersed with tears of anguish and grief.  Her husband took her
into his arms to comfort her, and when she had calmed down to gentle sobs
he went out to finish the conversation with the doctor in the hallway.  The
doctor told him that they had recovered semen samples from the rape kit,
and that these would be turned over to the homicide detectives who were on
the way, and he was sure they would be able to determine who had done this
horrible thing to his son.  This was of little comfort to the man who had
just lost his only child to a senseless act of violence, but he nodded his
understanding, thanked the doctor for all he had done to try to save his
son and went back to try and lend some amount of support to his wife.

* * *

	Michael woke up early the next morning, showered and dressed.  He
made sure he looked his best, as he was picking up his boyfriend to take to
him school.  'My boyfriend,' he thought to himself.  'That sounds a lot
better than Paolo's fuck-toy, and that's all I ever really was to that
bastard.'  After a quick breakfast, Michael went out and started his car to
go pick up Bobby.  Since it was a particularly nice day, Michael put the
top down on the Mustang before he pulled out of the three car garage where
his car was kept with the two Mercedes his parents drove.

	It was just before he got to Bobby's house when Michael heard the
news report on the radio about Paolo's arrest.  Although his name wasn't
given because of his age, Michael knew from the description of the charges
exactly who they were talking about.  He cringed when the reporter said
that the local police would be trying to find any of the boys who appeared
in the pictures that were found on Paolo's computer.  He knew he would
probably be the first one they wanted to talk to.

	When he got to Bobby's house, he had just parked the car when
Bobby, Carson and Steven came out the front door and jogged over to the
car.  Michael was a little surprised when he saw Bobby's friends come out
of the house with him, but didn't give it much thought.  After Steven and
Carson climbed into the back seat, Bobby got in the front with Michael,
leaned over and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.  When he broke the kiss,
he noticed his neighbor; Mr. Jacobson from across the street had been
watching them from his front yard where he had come out to retrieve his
morning paper.  Bobby grinned sheepishly and waved at the man, calling out
"good morning" to him.  Mr. Jacobson shook his head, wondering what the
world was coming to with boys kissing each other out in public like that,
but waved back before turning and going back into his house with his
newspaper.  'I never thought little Bobby was going to turn out to be a
little queer bait,' he thought to himself.  'I wonder if his parents know
about that.'

	As they drove away, Michael told the others about the news report
he had just heard on the radio.  It was obvious to the other boys that he
was nervous about the prospect of having to talk to the police, but none of
them were able to think of anything to say to ease his concerns.  Bobby had
intended to tell him about the hot show Steven and Carson had put on last
night, but now he thought, and quite correctly, that this would be exactly
the wrong thing to do.

	They rode the rest of the way to their school in relative silence,
Steven and Carson snuggled up together in the back seat, Bobby and Michael
holding hands when Michael didn't need to use his right hand for shifting
the gears in the Mustang.

	Surprisingly, because of the weight of his impending talk with the
police about Paolo weighing on his mind, Michael was able to immerse
himself in his make-up algebra exam and after handing his paper in to his
teacher, felt fairly confident that he had done quite well on the test.
When he got to the cafeteria to get some breakfast, he sat down by himself
rather than with the group of people he would normally have eaten with.  He
hadn't figured that he would get a very warm reception from them after the
way his day at school had gone yesterday so he didn't see the point.
Because of that, he was startled when two people sat down next to him, one
on either side of him.  He glanced back and forth and saw that it was two
other members of the football team.

	"We missed you at practice this morning," one said, surprising
Michael even more.

	"Yeah, you miss practice unexcused like that and Coach won't let
you play," the other added.

	Michael was taken aback at this.  Yesterday he had been ostracized
by everyone he had thought were his friends.  "No one seemed very concerned
about that yesterday," he said, a touch of bitterness in his voice.
"Besides, I had to make up my algebra test that I missed yesterday.  If I
took an 'F' on that I couldn't play anyway."

	"Dude, not everyone is against you, but you did kind of catch
everyone sort of by surprise with what was on that video," the boy on his
right said.

	"Yeah, but the team all got together yesterday afternoon and almost
everyone decided that you've been our friend all this time, and that hasn't
really changed.  Besides, we can't play without our quarterback.  You ought
to know that," came from the boy on his left.

	"You have Kyle, he can move up to first string," Michael answered
back, thinking about the caveat his friend had just used - 'almost
everyone.'  He was talking about Kyle Praegler, the sophomore who was the
second string quarterback, and being built quite well for his age was a
quickly rising star on the school team.  'He's kind of cute too,' Michael
thought to himself.

	"You know he isn't ready for that yet Mike," came back to him from
the left.

	"Yeah, besides, he's a pole smoker too, so what's the difference?"
Michael heard from his right.  He didn't find this description of the
second string quarterback particularly comforting though.

	Michael looked to his right when he heard this, a shocked
expression on his face.

	"Yeah," he heard again from the left.  "He just keeps it quiet
better than you did."

	"How do you know this?" Michael asked.

	"Just trust us.  We know," came back, again from Michael's left.

	He was still facing the boy on his right though, and he saw a nod
of confirmation from his other friend.  "Keep it quiet though Mike, Kyle
doesn't want it to get around you of all people should know how much shit
it raises."

	It was about this time that Britney came into the cafeteria,
flanked by her usual cheer leader entourage.  She approached Michael and
his two friends and with a sneer on her lips said, directed at Michael's
friends, "So are you two trying to line up a hot date for the weekend?
Maybe you're trying to get up a hot game of butt-darts or something?
Michael seems to be a pretty good player at that game, at least as a
target."

	"Fuck off," left the three boys' lips almost simultaneously.
"Cheerleader slut queen" also came from the boy sitting on Michael's left.
Britney, obviously quite pissed off at the comment, but not being able to
formulate a good retort, turned and walked away in a huff, followed closely
by her little clique.

	"You know you haven't heard the last of it from that little
bitch-squad, I hope," the boy on Michael's right said.

	"Yeah, unfortunately I do," Michael said.

	His two friends got up, both patting him on a shoulder, and told
him that they would see him later before heading off toward their homeroom
classes.  Moments later the bell rang, signaling that he had two minutes to
make it to homeroom himself, so Michael cleared his mess from the table and
headed off to class.

	Shortly before lunch time that day, Dr. Prescott came over the
school's public address system to make an announcement.  He explained to
the student body that Paolo Santori had been arrested for taking underage
pornographic pictures, and that the police needed to talk, confidentially,
to anyone who may have been involved.  There was an implied threat that
anyone involved should come forward on their own, rather than have to have
the police come to them, or possibly face some severe repercussions of
their own.  By this time, the news had reached Dr. Prescott of Paolo's
death from the beating in his cell, and he concluded his announcement by
telling the school the last of the bad news about Paolo, but leaving out
the gory details.  There was nothing in his announcement about a funeral or
memorial service for Paolo either, which was noted by several members of
the student body.  On the very few, rare occasions when one of their
classmates had died in the past, there had been an announcement about the
funeral, and a memorial service had always been held for them by the
school.

* * *

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