Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 10:29:23 -0500
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 21

	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.

	Sorry this took one a while, but between a trip I had to take, and
a brief bout with writer's block, here it is.  I hope you enjoy it.  This
chapter is pretty tame, but I needed to set up some stuff for what is yet
to come.

	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 One

	Steven, Carson and Bobby did what they always did after one of
Steven and Carson's video shows; they went into the bathroom to clean up.
"So, who was your bet with?" Bobby asked Steven and Carson as they stepped
into the shower.

	"Um, we really can't say," Steven told him.

      "Yeah, he doesn't want anyone to find out that he likes guys," Carson
added.

	"Then how did you two find out about him?" Bobby asked.

	"I caught him staring at me a couple too many times in the showers
at the club," Carson started, referring to the country club where his
parents were members.  "So I started paying more attention and he always
seemed to work it out so that he finished swimming or working out about the
same time I did, so he'd always end up joining me in the locker room
showers.  Then there was this one time when I caught him getting hard while
he was staring at me.  He was really zoning out while he stared at my
stuff, so he didn't even notice that I was watching him watching me."

	"Wow... So what did you do?" Bobby asked.

	"What else was I supposed to do?  I washed around my dick and balls
extra long, and I was kinda jacking myself a little bit, so I was getting
about halfway hard," Carson continued.  "He was just standing there in the
shower, staring straight at my stuff and kinda slowly rubbing himself.  His
dick was standing straight up almost, so I stepped out from under the
showerhead I was using and started over toward him.  He just kept staring
and rubbing as I approached him, and finally when I was close enough, I
just reached out, grabbed his dick and asked him if he liked what he was
watching."

	"Cool," Bobby said, "what did he say?"

	"He totally freaked out," Carson said.  "I thought he was going to
jump halfway across the room when I said that to him."

	"He probably would have too if you weren't holding onto his dick,"
Steven added, laughing.

	"What, you were there too?" Bobby asked.

	"Yeah, that time I was," Steven told him.  "We sort of set him up,
and I came into the showers after I saw him follow Carson in.  I stayed
kind of off to the side and behind him in the shower room and just watched
at first."

	"That is SO hot," Bobby said, running the scene his friends had
just described to him through his head once more and absentmindedly rubbing
his crotch.

	"Yeah," Carson said, "and then he jumped back toward me when Steven
came up behind him, pressed his dick into his ass crack and gave him a
reach-around."

	They went on to tell him about how they had had a mutual jack off
session in the shower before the three of them went out to have lunch and
talk.  By the time Steven and Carson had finished telling Bobby about their
encounter with this mystery boy they were all quite hard again, so they
each took one of the other's dicks in hand and jerked each other off, all
of them managing to reach climax just before the water began to run cold.

	When they had dried off, the three boys returned to Bobby's bedroom
to go to sleep.  Bobby noticed that the door to his room was cracked open a
couple of inches, so he went over to shut it.  'That's odd,' he thought, 'I
could have sworn it was closed.'

	There was plenty of room for all three boys in Bobby's queen sized
bed.  This was their usual sleeping arrangement when Steven and Carson
spent the night with Bobby.  They usually wore their boxers to bed, but
tonight the three of them were so horny despite having already cum twice
that they slipped under the covers naked.  As they settled down to get to
sleep, there was a little grabbing and groping between the three boys, but
it was only adolescent play.

* * *

	Brandon's parents watched as Alex's parents walked back next door
toward their house.  They had a few things they needed to discuss with each
other, and sat at the kitchen table talking over coffee.  They discussed
how long they should wait before telling Alex's parents what they had
discovered about their sons' relationship while Alex's parents had been out
of town.  Or should they tell them at all?  Maybe they should they let the
boys do that in their own way if and when they wanted to...  In the end
they decided that they should talk to Alex's parents about what they had
found out, but that they should hold off until everything with to do with
Paolo, his amateur porn 'hobby' and funeral was resolved - bringing it up
now might be too much for the Santori family to have to deal with all at
once.  Little did they know that they weren't going to have quite that long
and that the decision was going to be made for them...

* * *

	Brandon and Alex didn't wake up in the morning until Brandon's
mother opened the door and told them it was time to get ready for school.
They were not in the same position they had gone to sleep in though.  They
had turned in their sleep and it was now Brandon who was spooning Alex,
with an arm draped over him.  This would have been far less embarrassing
for Brandon's mother had they not kicked the covers off during the night as
well, which gave her a very full view of Alex's erect penis almost
immediately when she pushed the door open.  The position the boys were in
also gave her the impression that her own son's penis might be in a place
she decided she would rather not think about.  It was for this reason that
she didn't stay to make sure the boys got out of bed.  She still was not
completely comfortable with the thought of her fourteen year old son having
sex to begin with, let alone with another boy.

	After she had left the doorway, with the door left open, Alex
rolled over and gave Brandon a 'good morning' kiss, his hand seeking out
and caressing his lover's genitals.  "Ugh," Brandon commented, "you have
some really severe morning breath today."

	"So do you, Bran," Alex told him, "but I love you anyway."

	"Love you too, Alex.  What do you say we try to conserve energy and
shower together to some save hot water for my mom and dad?"

	"You got it," Alex replied as he gave Brandon's balls a gentle
squeeze before jumping up and scurrying into the bathroom.  When Brandon
caught up with him, Alex was sitting down on the toilet, so Brandon slid
the glass shower door open and started the water running to warm up before
they got in.

	Brandon had stepped into the shower first, and Alex joined him a
moment later when he had finished on the toilet.  When he stepped in,
Brandon had his back to him, and he wrapped his arms around his lover's
mid-section and interlaced his fingers.  "Wash your back?" he asked.

	"Absolutely," Brandon answered.

	Alex took the washcloth from Brandon, and after adding a generous
amount of soap to it did just that.  When he was done with Brandon's back,
he had Brandon turn around and washed his front as well.  Once he was done,
Brandon returned the favor, and was about to do a little "special" washing
when he heard his father calling to them to get out of the shower and come
downstairs as breakfast was already on the table.

	Rather than drying each other when they got out of the shower, as
they really would have preferred to do, they decided that they had better
just dry themselves for expediency so their food wouldn't get cold before
they got downstairs.  Since the day promised to be warm, they both dressed
in t-shirts, shorts, socks and sneakers before going down to eat.

	Breakfast went quickly that morning as Brandon's father was giving
them a ride to school and he had to leave early to make it to an early
morning meeting downtown.  The boys rode in the back seat of Brandon's
father's car, seated close together.  Alex pulled Brandon's hand over into
his lap as they rode, and soon enough Brandon's fingers crept up into the
leg of Alex's shorts, soon coming into contact with his balls as neither
boy had put on underwear that morning when they got dressed.  Neither of
them was aware that Brandon's father was able to see all too well what they
were up to in his rear view mirror until he spoke up...

	"Boys, you better save that for later.  We're almost to the school
and you wouldn't want to have to explain any embarrassing wet spots in your
pants."  The boys separated immediately after his admonition and sat a few
inches apart, each with a sheepish look on his face until they reached the
school a few minutes later.  Brandon decided never again to under estimate
his father's ability to be up front and open about their sexuality, not to
mention accepting of it.

* * *

	As was his custom, Michael awoke early the next morning.  He called
Bobby's cell phone to see if he wanted a ride to school that morning before
he got into the shower.  When Michael heard a sleepy voice on the other end
of the connection he said "Good morning beautiful, can I have a quickie
this morning before school?"

	"Hold on" the voice replied.  "Hey Bobby... Bobby...  This is for
you."

	"Hello?" Michael finally heard Bobby's voice answering the phone.

	"Who the hell are you in bed with?" Michael asked.  As sleepy as he
was, Bobby still picked up on something odd in Michael's voice.  Was it
just annoyance or was it a hint of anger or jealousy?

	"Steven and Carson," Bobby answered.  "They stay over a lot; you
know I told you that."

	"Oh yeah, I'm sorry," Michael said.  "Hey, I'm getting ready to
jump in the shower.  You want me to pick you guys up for school on my way
to early practice?  I could pick you up in about half an hour if you want."

	"Yeah, we want," Bobby told him.  "We all showered last night, so
we'll be ready by the time you get here."  Bobby didn't feel that it was
necessary to specifically mention that they had showered together, but
would have told Michael had he asked.

	Michael said goodbye, hung up the phone and started the water for
his shower.  Twenty minutes later he was dressed and on his way out the
door.  Michael backed his car out of the garage and hit the button on the
remote control lying in his center console to close the garage door.  Since
the weather was nice this morning, and the temperature was quite conducive
to it, Michael paused long enough to put the top down on the convertible
before leaving to pick up Bobby, Carson and Steven.

* * *

	It was just after 6:00 when Michael's car pulled into Bobby's
driveway.  Bobby, Steven and Carson were waiting on the front porch,
sitting in high backed wooden rocking chairs which were painted bright
white.  'Those chairs sure fit this house,' Michael thought, thinking of
how sterile most of the interior of the house was.  'I wonder if they're
supposed to be sitting in them though.  For that matter I wonder if anyone
other than Bobby's parents have ever sat on the living room furniture.'
Michael did spot one incongruity about the 'perfect' house this morning
though - at the side of one of the garage doors there was a scrape of dark
blue paint and the wood trim was splintered as if a car had brushed against
it on the way into the garage.  'I hope that isn't evidence of Bobby
learning to drive,' Michael thought to himself.

	Steven and Carson got into the car through the passenger side door
and pushed the back of the bucket seat forward to get into the rear seat.
They slid in and sat close to each other, their bodies pressed against each
other all the way from their shoulders to their ankles and holding hands.
Bobby pushed the back of the seat back to its original position and got
into the front next to his boyfriend, then leaned over for a lingering kiss
on the lips before Michael put the car in gear and backed out of the
driveway.  This time, none of Bobby's neighbors was outside watching when
he and Michael kissed in front of his house.

	As they pulled away, Michael asked Bobby about the damage to the
garage door frame.  Bobby said that he didn't know what had happened, and
told Michael that it hadn't been that way when he got home the day before.
Steven and Carson both said they hadn't noticed whether it had been there
or not when they came over, so they all just let the subject drop.

	When they got to school, Michael pulled the car into a parking
space in the lower level parking lot that faced away from the school and
hit the switch that started putting the convertible's top up.  While the
electric motor was raising the top and it blocked anyone's view of what was
going on in the car, the two pairs of boys shared another kiss.  When they
had walked up the hill from the parking lot to the school, they split up,
Michael going to the locker room to get ready for practice and the other
three boys going to the library to study until the cafeteria opened to
serve breakfast.

	Steven, Carson and Bobby found a table in the back of the library
that was about as secluded as it was going to get, which wasn't very, and
sat down together to study for a history test they were having that
afternoon in a class they all shared.  Steven and Carson sat facing the
back wall, with their backs to the entrance and closer to one another than
high school boys would normally do, while Bobby sat across the table from
them, concentrating on the material in his book, so none of them noticed
the group of girls approaching their table.

	"Well look what we have here, three quarters of the little fag
squad," was the first thing that brought the group of five girls to the
boys' attention.  "Where's the head fag?"  Naturally, it was Britney Harris
who had started off after they spotted the boys sitting together and she
led her little clique over to their table.

	Carson looked over his shoulder at her, shaking his head and
responded with "Well look, it's the cheerleader slut squad.  If you're
looking for condoms, I think they hand those out in the nurse's office.
This is the library, so I don't think you'll find anything to interest you
here."

	This rebuke didn't sit with Britney very well, and she jumped on
Carson, catching him off guard, and managing to slam the side of his
half-turned head against the table before starting to punch at the upturned
side of his face that was left exposed.  The noisy thud Carson's head made
when it hit the table resounded throughout the otherwise quiet library,
drawing the attention of everyone present, including the librarian, two
teachers and Dr. Prescott, who were also present.

	Steven immediately got up and shoved Britney, as hard as he could,
knocking her away from Carson, who remained motionless, with his head on
the table.  Britney landed in a heap on the floor a few feet away, just
barely able to catch herself as she hit the floor.  "You fucking bitch!" he
yelled at her and started to step towards her, balling his fists as he did.

	Dr. Prescott was the first to reach them, having sprinted across
the library and vaulted over an empty table to do so.  He immediately
stepped between Steven and Britney to prevent any further fighting.  When
the two teachers and the librarian got to the table a moment later, they
concentrated their attention on Carson, who was still slumped over the
table, not moving.  It was just then that Bobby noticed a small trickle of
blood seeping out onto the table from under his friend's head.

	"Oh my God, he's bleeding!" Bobby exclaimed, and started to move
toward Carson, but the librarian stopped him.

	"Don't touch him, if he's hurt you could do more damage by moving
him," she said.  Reluctantly Bobby stopped, knowing she was right.  He was
torn between doing what the librarian had told him and he knew was right
and wanting to comfort his injured friend.

	One of the teachers had returned to the front desk of the library
and called the school office, telling the secretary that a student had been
injured in a fight in the library and asked her to have the principal and
nurse come up, and also to call for paramedics.  The school nurse had just
arrived a few minutes before, so when she got the call from the school's
secretary she hurried immediately to the library.  By the time she got
there, Carson was moaning and starting to move a little.  She told him to
just lay still and wait until the paramedics arrived before he tried to
move.

	It took a few moments for Dr. Prescott managed to get Steven calmed
down and away from Britney.  As soon as he had, he took her by the arm and
led her out of the library and down to the school office.  About three
minutes after they left, there was the sound of a siren coming into the
front gates of the school.  About another minute and a half passed before
two paramedics hurried into the library wheeling a stretcher with a couple
boxes of medical equipment on top of it.  They performed a quick
examination of Carson while he sat still with his head still resting on the
table, shining a flashlight into his eyes and asking him a few questions.
Then they had him sit up and they looked at the small cut and sizable lump
on his head.

	"It all really looks pretty superficial, but you say he lost
consciousness?" one of the paramedics said to the librarian.

	"Yes, his head was slammed against the table pretty hard and he was
out for a minute or two," the librarian answered.

	"Well, there's a pretty good chance he might have a concussion,"
the paramedic said.  "We should take him to the hospital to have him looked
at just to be safe."  The other paramedic was applying some antiseptic
cream and a bandage to the cut on Carson's head as his partner talked to
the librarian.

	The nurse got the information about where they were taking him, and
told them that she would call Carson's parents and have them meet them at
the hospital.  Once they had strapped Carson to the stretcher - despite his
protests - and wheeled him out of the library, the two teachers offered to
stay and look after the library while the librarian escorted Bobby and
Steven and the other four cheerleaders to the office since her view of the
altercation made her a better witness to the events.

	When they arrived at the office, there was no sign of Britney or
Dr. Prescott, but the door to the principal's office was closed.  The
librarian had the four girls sit on a wooden bench facing the office desk,
while Bobby and Steven sat down in two cushioned chairs against another
wall.  The six students kept casting evil glances at each other while the
librarian went and knocked on the principal's office door and went inside.

	A few minutes later the principal's door opened again, and
Dr. Prescott came out with Britney and the librarian.  The librarian left
the office and Dr. Prescott motioned the other four cheerleaders into the
principal's office before telling Britney to sit on the bench they had just
vacated.  She cast a truly evil look toward Bobby and Steven before saying
"I will get you little faggots, you just wait!"

	"Keep your mouth shut Miss Harris, and you will try nothing of the
sort if you know what's good for you," Dr. Prescott told her.  Then he
turned to Steven and Bobby, saying, "And you two keep your mouths shut as
well."  Then he returned to the principal's office and closed the door
behind him.

	It was only a few minutes before the door opened again and
Britney's little group of followers came out looking rather dejected.  They
left the office without speaking to or even making eye contact with their
squad leader.  Dr. Prescott had followed them out of the principal's office
and now motioned for Steven and Bobby to join him and the principal.

	The principal was seated behind his desk in a high back, brown
leather swivel chair as they entered.  The look on his face told the boys
that he was not in a good mood and he motioned for them to take seats in
the two chairs facing his desk.  Dr. Prescott walked behind the principal's
chair and leaned against a credenza.  They all sat in silence for a moment
before anyone spoke.  Finally it was the principal who broke the silence,
"Well boys, do you want to tell me what happened in the library a few
minutes ago?" he asked.

	Steven started, "Yes sir, well we were sitting at the table
studying for a history test we all have 5th period, and the girls came up
behind us and started calling us a bunch of little fags, so Carson said
something back to them and Britney slammed his head into the table and
started to hit him.  Then I pushed her off him and she fell down.  That's
when Dr. Prescott and the other teacher's came over and broke it up."
Bobby just sat in his chair nodding silently agreeing with Steven's account
of the incident.

	The principal nodded too and said "Well, that pretty much matches
the story as I have it so far, but weren't you on your way to hit Miss
Harris again after you knocked her down, Steven?

	"Well..." Steven started, staring into his lap.  "I didn't though,"
he finished after a short pause.

	"If I heard the story correctly that's only because someone stepped
between you two," the principal said, glancing backwards toward
Dr. Prescott.

	"Uh, no sir, I just wanted to make sure I got between her and
Carson because I knew he was hurt."  Steven wasn't telling the whole
unvarnished truth that time, but there wasn't really any way to prove it
one way or the other.

	"Well, I think you probably were going to go after her some more,
but I really can't prove it," the principal told him.  "But you did
participate in the fight; even if you were just trying to help your friend,
and I can't let fighting go completely unpunished.  So Mr. Roberts, it will
be a week of afternoon detention for you."

	Then the principal turned to Bobby and said, "As for you
Mr. Connor, I understand that you weren't actually involved in the
altercation other than being present, so we can forego any punishment on
your part.  I want you all to keep your distance from those girls though.
Miss Harris has been summarily removed from the cheerleading squad, and the
other four have a two week suspension, so they aren't going to be happy
with you, even though it was them who instigated the altercation.  I have
told them to keep their distance from you as well, but I don't want you to
do anything to provoke them either.  Is that understood?"

	Bobby and Steven both nodded, but Steven, who was still upset about
his boyfriend being attacked, had to add "You're just kicking her off
cheerleading?  That doesn't seem fair for her sending Carson to the
hospital."

	"That isn't all she's getting for punishment Mr. Roberts, but that
isn't any concern of yours.  Now both of you go, and sin no more," the
principal said, dismissing them from his office.  As they left the office
to go back to the library to collect their books Britney glared at them
with a look that seemed to wish them to spontaneously combust into flames.

* * *

	Sorry this chapter took me a while, I've had a little writer's
block, plus I had to go out of town for a while.  Anyway, there it is at
long last.  I hope you enjoyed it.

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