Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:53:35 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Bradon and Alex 23 Terry This started as the third story that I've written to completion (assuming that I complete it - and I have all intentions of doing so), but will wind up as the fourth due to a short story I wrote in the middle. This story is 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 - and I hope that you do. In either case - like it or not - I hope you'll tell me what you think about it. 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. Historical Information (other stories I have written) - House on Lora Avenue; April 17, 2006 - May 26, 2006; High School Section - Chris and Aaron; May 29, 2006 - June 01, 2006; High School Section - Brandon and Alex; June 04, 2006 - Still in progress; Young Friends Section - Trip to Florida (Sequel to House on Lora Avenue); August 21, 2006 - Still in progress; High School Section (also in the 'House on Lora Avenue' folder) - Doug, a one part short story; March 31, 2007; High School section * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Twenty Three Detective Peters wasn't satisfied at all with the way the interview with Mrs. Santori had gone, and he had a feeling that the interview with her husband would be far worse. He expected that the interview with her husband's brother and his wife would be even worse than that. There were still quite a few things he needed to learn about Paolo and his death though. First and foremost of course was getting to the bottom of what had happened in the cell in the juvenile detention facility. Next was the little porn business that Paolo had on the side, but that was definitely a secondary concern now - there would be no prosecution in that matter unless they somehow found that someone else was involved in producing and/or distributing it, and that was certainly unlikely at this point. Detective Peters was also in a quandary about that one - he certainly didn't relish the idea of canvassing the local schools and beaches looking for the other boys that were involved, but he needed to put in at least a cursory effort. It was way past his normal lunch time for Detective Peters. He normally went to a deli that was just around the corner from the police station to get a sandwich and a soft drink, but today he drove over to the beach near the neighborhood where Paolo had lived. He got a gyro at a sidewalk shop which overlooked the beach and sat down at a table on the patio to eat. 'This would be a good place to look for some of the boys Paolo was taking pictures of,' Peters thought. Well, here and at the local schools. It was the department's primary intention to go through the local schools to try to locate the boys Paolo had been filming. The part Detective Peters was really going to have to deal with was Paolo's death at the juvenile facility. It was just as this thought ran through his mind when he got a call from the medical examiner that had done the autopsy on Paolo. It was only two minutes after he ended that phone call when he got another from the juvenile detention facility where Paolo had been killed telling him that he needed to get there to take a statement. Detective Peters decided that he should take care of the visit with the coroner first, so that was where he headed once he had finished his lunch. * * * Joey and Alex didn't speak for the rest of the class after Alex had shushed Joey at the beginning of the period. Alex could tell that he had upset his friend, as Joey was being obviously moody, although silent for the rest of the classroom period. That was just as well, Alex thought, since his friend had been just a little too noisy about something that could prove very embarrassing to both Brandon and himself. When the class was over, Joey was anxious to talk to Alex though. He was curious as to why Alex had shut him down so abruptly at the beginning of the period, and still anxious to share with him the details of his homeroom discovery that Brandon was wearing shorts without underwear at school that day. Alex had exited the classroom fairly quickly as soon as the bell signaling the time to change classes rang. Joey hurried after him though, and soon caught up with him in the hallway, grabbed his arm and pulled him outside into an alcove in the front of the school. "Dude, what's your problem?" Alex hissed at him as soon as the door shut behind them. "I could ask you the same thing," Joey shot back. "You just shut me down at the beginning of class, and then hauled ass as soon as the bell rang." "Dude, you have no idea how to keep your voice down. I'll bet half the class heard you say that Brandon is free-balling today." Alex was not trying to keep his voice down at all at this point, but didn't consider there would be a need since they were outside now. Little did he know, not being a smoker, that the alcove Joey had pulled them into was the one where the few students at their junior high school who did went in between classes to grab a surreptitious - and quite illegal by their school's rules - cigarette. "Um, dude..." Joey started motioning with his eyes for Alex to look over his shoulder and see what, or more importantly, who was behind him. Alex turned then and saw three students from their grade that had come into the alcove from around the side of the school and were standing behind them getting ready to light up, with large grins on their faces. "Your bud is free-balling today, huh?" one of them said. "Cool..." Alex turned back around and stormed past Joey and went back into the school, with Joey following quickly on his heels. Joey caught him by the shoulder a few feet inside the door and Alex spun around, glaring at him. "Alex, I'm sorry," Joey gushed out. "I really didn't mean for any of that to happen. Really, I didn't!" "Shit..." Alex started. "I guess right now it's as much my fault as it is yours. And I'm sorry I snapped at you. Come on, I'll show you something," he said as he turned and headed down the hallway to where the math department was and then ducked into the boy's restroom. When they got inside, Alex did a quick scan to make sure they were alone and then set his books down on the edge of a sink. He pulled his t-shirt up a little and held it in place with his chin, about half of his smooth, tanned stomach exposed. Then he opened the button on the front of his shorts and pushed the zipper down about half way, exposing his pubes and the fact that he too was going without underwear that day. "Whoa dude..." Joey exclaimed, and reached out as if to rub Alex's exposed pubic hair with the back of his fingers. "You're doing it too!" "Well, yeah," Alex told him, not pulling back as Joey's hand made contact with his pubes, then pressed down a little farther into his short pants and touched the beginning of his shaft. It was then that he pulled back away from Joey. "Dude, don't do that. I don't want to pop a boner right now. It will be so obvious to everyone." "So why is it that you're both going commando today?" Joey asked. "I spent the night at Brandon's house last night. There was some sort of trouble with my cousin and my parents had to go with his to see about it. For some reason when we got dressed this morning we just decided not to wear underwear today." "Alex, that is so hot!" Joey told him. "I can't believe you guys are both doing that. That is just, SO hot!" Joey repeated himself, but this time said it with more emphasis. Alex zipped back up, fastened his pants and grabbed his books from the sink. "Come on," he said to Joey. "We better get to class before the tardy bell rings." Both boys left the bathroom headed for their second period classes, hurrying to get there on time. Alex was not entirely successful keeping his dick from expanding a little and poking at the front of his shorts. He just hoped that the length of his t-shirt was long enough to keep it from being too obvious as he walked hurriedly down the hall. It wasn't. At least his foreskin was keeping the sensitive tip of his dick from rubbing on the fabric of his shorts making matters worse - a luxury that Brandon did not share. - - - Second period for Alex was gym class. He hadn't given any thought to that until he got to the locker room and started to take off his clothes to change into his P.E. uniform. He had already stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, leaving him standing in only his shorts and socks, when suddenly he became self-conscious. He realized as he started to unbutton his shorts, which was his normal changing routine, that if he continued as he was going, momentarily he would be standing naked in the locker room as he changed. Well, he'd still have his socks on, like that would count for anything. Thinking quickly, he pulled his gym t-shirt out of his locker and over his head before taking his shorts off. That was long enough that it managed to keep him pretty well covered as he quickly slipped the shorts for his gym uniform up to cover his naked genitals and butt. Then he realized that he had another problem. These shorts were considerably shorter than the regular ones he had been wearing which came nearly to his knees, and as a result there was a lot more chance that his 'goodies' would end up on display. Well, he didn't have much choice now. He was already committed, so he sat down on the bench in front of his locker to slip his ankle socks off and pull on the longer socks that went with his gym uniform. As he leaned over to pull up his socks he saw that he would indeed have to be careful wearing these shorts as the tip of his dick managed to slip just outside the leg of his shorts and into view. Quickly, he sat back up and pulled the legs of the shorts down as far as he could, but he realized quickly this wasn't going to be enough. Alex figured his only hope was to remain standing as much as he could during his gym class, and by doing that hopefully he could keep it from being discovered that he was naked underneath his shorts. He got up and as he walked toward the gym he tugged his shorts down as low as he dared without making it too conspicuous. To his considerable relief, the gym teacher announced that they would be staying inside that day and playing volleyball since the weather was expected to turn to rain. Alex was relieved at this, as he took to the court and help set up two nets as the rest of the class divided up into four teams to play two simultaneous games, side-by-side. Things were going well until Alex moved in for an easy volley back to the team he was playing against just as a member of the team playing against the team next to his made an inopportune out-of-bounds shot that caught him very unexpectedly, squarely and firmly in the chest, knocking him over onto his back, his legs splayed out above him as his arms went out to his sides in a desperate and belated attempt to catch himself. As Alex slid backwards on the gym floor, his legs splayed up above him, his fears of going without his underwear were realized. His awkward position, laying on his back with his legs up and spread open put his private parts on display for everyone that was looking that direction, which was about half of his P.E. class. Stunned momentarily from being knocked over backwards, it took him a few seconds to recover. In that time Alex dropped his feet to the gym floor, his knees still bent. This position served to keep his dick and balls on display, hanging out the leg of his shorts for that much longer. As Alex got up from the gym floor he saw that there were several people on the courts across from him staring at him, as well as some of his own teammates. A few of them were covering their mouths to try to disguise little snickers or grins having seen what he had just so inadvertently and unexpectedly displayed to them all. Alex tugged the legs of his shorts down a little, looking to make sure he was covered up again and red-faced, tossed the ball that had caught him in the chest back over to the other court. Otherwise he did his best to just ignore the predicament he had just found himself in. Maria Sanchez, a cute Hispanic girl who was next to him on the court leaned over and whispered to him "That was cute; I'd like to get another look later, but closer up." "Sure, maybe..." he muttered quietly. 'This girl had a lot to learn about a guy's self esteem' he thought. 'Cute, what a great way to describe a guy's family jewels.' * * * Brandon had made is to his third period class without being able to tell that anyone else obviously noticed that he was going commando and that he was half hard as a result. The sensitive head of his dick rubbing against the material of his shorts was keeping him slightly aroused and just a little less than halfway hard. He just hoped it didn't get any worse; what if he sprang a full-fledged erection? He knew it would be impossible to hide. Actually a couple people had noticed, they just weren't obvious about it. His third period class was gym, and he was dreading having to change into his gym uniform. Unlike his friend, Brandon had been giving having to change for his gym class a lot of thought. Fortunately, his locker was in an area that wasn't highly populated by other students in his class, so the risk of someone noticing was lessened somewhat. He ran into Alex as he was on his way into the locker room and Alex was on his way out. "Dude, the most embarrassing thing happened during gym," Alex told him. "I'll tell you about it later. Gotta go..." And then Alex rushed off to his next class. Alex's quick commentary on how his gym class had gone didn't really help Brandon's anxiety about how his was going to go. In fact, it really made things that much worse. At least it had served to completely deflate his penis. Brandon opened his locker and peeled his shirt off and over his head and kicked his shoes off without undoing the laces. Unknowingly he mimicked Alex's actions by pulling his gym uniform shirt on before undoing his pants, letting them fall down his legs and stepping out of them as he reached into his locker to retrieve his gym shorts. As he leaned forward to reach into his locker, he felt someone goose his naked ass followed by someone saying "You were right, he IS free-balling today..." This was followed by laughter from several people. On reflex, Brandon turned quickly to face the person who had just grabbed him from behind, standing up straight as he did so. This action caused the front of his shirt to lift up as he turned, ever so slightly exposing himself to his audience. He recognized a few of the other students who were standing there, looking at him - most of them not looking him in the face, but at his exposed cock and balls - he was surprised to see that the leader of the group was one of the "freak squad," what the small group of students in their school that were smokers were unofficially and irreverently called. Brandon was a little better endowed than most of his classmates and there were a couple jaws that dropped open upon seeing his equipment on display. Being too late for discretion, Brandon took the offensive at this point - "What the hell are you assholes looking at?" he demanded. "You all like staring at other guys' dicks or what?" The ultimate junior-high taunt, in a manner of speaking - insinuating some sort of homosexuality on the part of your detractors. It worked just as Brandon hoped, and his audience quickly faded away to their own lockers to change into their P.E. uniforms. Brandon quickly pulled on his gym shorts and sat on the bench facing away from his locker to strip off his socks and pull on the socks he would wear for his gym class. Just as Alex had noticed earlier, but more pronounced because of the longer length of his penis, he found himself hanging out of his shorts as he bent to pull on his socks and lace up his gym shoes. 'I guess this must be what Alex meant by an embarrassing gym class,' he thought to himself. 'I just hope this is as bad as it gets.' Like Alex had done before him, he tugged the shorts down as low as he reasonably could and headed to the gym. Again, the coach announced that since the weather was expected to turn toward rain, they would be staying inside and like the class before them they would be playing volleyball for their gym class. Brandon was going to learn soon just how cruel junior high school students could be, especially if they you had just been embarrassed them in the locker room by a question about their sexuality. - - - Brandon had been out on the gym floor waiting for class to start for a few minutes when the coach came in and announced that they were still expecting rain to move in, so they would be staying inside, and like the class before them, playing volleyball in the gym. He told them to choose up four teams like the class before them had done a take to the courts to play. Brandon was chosen quickly because he was one of the taller boys in his class. He saw that the boy who had goosed him earlier in the locker room was on the side of the court opposite him, but that his main sidekick had been chosen for his own team. The other boys who had been in on his little "embarrassing situation" in the locker room were on the court next to the one he was on. The game started, and as it progressed Brandon kept pulling his shorts down on his hips, only to find them riding back up again as he moved around on the court. He also had a problem in that the tip of his dick, rubbing against the sleek, nylon material of the gym shorts was causing it to become aroused once again. As he made one particularly nice jump shot, slamming the ball down onto the opposite court, he felt the shorts ride up again on his hips. There were quite a few whistles as well when he came back down onto the court. More than a few he was sure had nothing to do with his spiking the ball into the opponent's territory, scoring another point for his team. When Brandon looked down, he noticed that the tip of his dick was pushing out and sticking out just slightly from the hem of his shorts. As he tugged them back down, he felt someone come from behind him and pull as well. As his gym shorts were pulled to his ankles Brandon knew who it was that was behind him... It could be no one other than Ryan Moore, his chief antagonist's main sidekick from the episode just fifteen minutes before in the locker room. Brandon bent over to pull his shorts up, giving everyone behind him a good, full view of his butt. As soon as he pulled his shorts back up, he heard the coach's whistle blowing and his name being called. "MacMillan! Get off the court, NOW!" Nearly everyone else in his gym class was snickering, giggling or just outright laughing at the display he had just put on, plus being 'pantsed' immediately afterward. Brandon left the gym as quickly as he could after being dismissed by the coach and headed for the locker room to change back into his regular school clothes. Since he was in the locker room alone he didn't care about the fact that he was naked under his gym shorts, and after kicking off his shoes, dropped his gym shorts and peeled his uniform t-shirt over his head. 'This is definitely going to top Alex's most embarrassing gym class story,' he thought. Then, as he stood there in front of his locker, wearing only his gym socks, it only got that much worse. He heard the coach from his gym class clearing his throat behind him and looked over his shoulder at the man. "Turn around and look at me when I'm talking to you!" the coach said as Brandon turned his head back toward his locker. Obediently, Brandon turned to face the man, his hands moving to his crotch to cover himself. "A little late for that isn't it?" the coach asked. "The entire class and I have already seen it." "Yes sir, I guess it is," Brandon replied, still keeping his hands over his groin. "If you ever put on a display like that again in one of my classes I will have you expelled, do you understand?" As the coach asked his question, he placed extra emphasis on 'will' which clearly told Brandon his position. Then he did something completely unexpected. He reached back behind himself to pull something out of his pocket. "Catch," he said as he tossed a small piece of cloth toward Brandon. Out of reflex, Brandon reached out with both hands to catch it as it nearly hit him in the chest. As he held it out and looked at it, he realized that it was a jock strap. Really nothing more than a waistband and pouch with a couple straps to go up around his ass and meet the waistband again in back. "Wear that the next time you feel the need to leave your underwear at home," the coach said to him. "I'm not going to have any more of you boys showing yourselves off in my classes." The coach turned to leave, then turned back and looked at Brandon as he held the jock strap out in front of it, contemplating it. "Tell your friend from last period that I have one for him too," he said, and then he turned and walked out of the locker room and back to the gym. 'I guess Alex's gym class couldn't have been that much different than mine then,' Brandon thought as he tossed the jock strap into his locker and started to put his clothes back on. After he finished dressing he went back to the gym and sat in the bleachers watching the game until the class period was over. * * * Michael went through the day at school almost in a haze, although he did perform well in all his classes, almost as if on autopilot. The thing foremost on his mind was the news report he had heard about Paolo's arrest. He knew that Paolo had a lot of incriminating pictures of him, and he was sure they would turn up during the police investigation. Then there was the video that had been posted on the school's web site. He wasn't sure at all how he was going to explain this away, but at least he knew that his parents had already accepted him for who he was as had several of his friends. That much made him feel a little better, but only a little. He knew that there was a very real possibility that he was going to face some very public humiliation over what had happened between him and Paolo though. He did meet up with Steven a couple times during the day between classes, but they had little time to talk when they did. Each time though Michael reassured him that Carson would be okay, there was no way that his injuries could be that bad. Bobby tried to meet up with Steven at every chance he had between classes that morning as well and since they were in the same grade, it was easier for him than it was for Michael. The scene in the library that morning kept running through his mind though, and the feeling of helplessness he felt as he saw his friend being assaulted, and not being able to help made him want to comfort Steven that much more. Still, they only had a few brief moments together in the hallways between classes, a couple of them along with Michael. Steven's day at school was also in a haze. Despite all the assurances Michael and Bobby tried to give him, Steven just wasn't convinced that Carson was really okay, and he wouldn't be until he was able to talk to Carson or better yet, see him in person to be sure. He didn't fare nearly as well as Michael did in his classes though. He was distant and detached the entire day, something that was noted by each and every one of his teachers. During lunch Michael, Steven and Bobby all had a chance to meet up together again. Michael was drawing a lot of attention to himself by sitting with a couple freshmen since he was a senior, but at this point he didn't care. Steven sat between them; both of his friends were doing what they could to sooth his fear about Carson's condition, but Steven was really out of it. Finally Steven's cell phone rang. He really wasn't supposed to be carrying it at school, but today he was taking the chance. He didn't want to take the chance that he would miss out on the call that would let him know Carson's condition. He wasn't disappointed; it was Carson on the other end of the call. "Dude! How are you? Are you going to be alright?" Steven gushed out all at once. "Calm down, I'm fine. The doctor sent me home to rest, I'll be back at school tomorrow," Carson told him. "Hey, what happened to the bitch squad anyway? Did they at least get a bunch of detention?" "No, I got a week of detention for pushing Britney away from you," Steven started. Carson interrupted him, saying "No way! You were just getting her away from me!" "Now you calm down, Carson... She got suspended, and her and her entire little collection of minions got kicked off the cheerleading squad," Steven told him. "Hey listen, I need to get off the phone before I get caught using it at school. I'll come by later so we can talk, okay?" The boys ended their call, and after the next class period when Bobby and Michael ran into Steven, they could tell that his mood had greatly improved. "So you heard from Carson, didn't you?" Bobby asked. Steven smiled and nodded. "Yep, the doctor sent him home for the rest of the day, but he'll be back tomorrow. I'm going to go by his house to talk to him after school." * * * Barbara Franzman finished signing the paperwork and collected Carson to take him home. Before she left, Dr. Bloomfield gave her one of his business cards and told her that she should call him if there were any complications, not that he expected that to happen. He added though that concussions could be tricky and he would feel better if she would call him that evening to let him know that Carson was doing okay. She got the vaguest hint that Dr. Bloomfield was flirting with her, a prospect that she didn't mind at all. She thought the doctor was kind of cute, and she took note of the fact that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. When she got Carson home, she told him to go get into bed while she fixed him some lunch. He was grateful at the prospect of both the prospect of food, since by the time they got home it was well after his normal lunch time and for the opportunity to be alone for a few minutes so he could try to call Steven. He just hoped Steven was breaking the rules and had his cell phone turned on at school. Carson had just finished his conversation with Steven when his mother brought him his lunch and walked in as he was hanging up the phone. "I thought I told you go get into bed young man," she said to him. "Aw Mom," Carson groused. "I was just calling Steven to get him to bring my homework assignments by after school." "I don't know if that's such a good idea or not," Barbara told him. "Dr. Bloomfield said you need to rest." "Come on Mom, I'm not tired and I don't want to get behind at school." Carson didn't want to take 'no' for an answer, so he was doing his best to use Barbara's motherly instincts against her. He definitely wanted Steven to come by to see him after school, and he didn't want his mother getting in the way of Steven's visit. "Well, okay. I do suppose you need to keep up with your school work." His mother gave in easily. "But he can only stay for a few minutes. You boys aren't going to get into any mischief today, and no fooling around. He just drops off your homework assignments and then he goes." Barbara was used to the way Steven and Carson liked to fool around and wrestle with each other. Well, she didn't really know the true extent to which they 'fooled around.' She wouldn't have been very happy about it if she did. As soon as his mother had left the room, Carson stripped to his boxers and sat at his computer while he ate the sandwiches his mother had brought to him. He surfed around the internet for a while, eventually logging into Bobby's server and replayed the film of himself and Steven the previous night at Bobby's house. It was only halfway through the video clip and Carson's dick was poking a tent up in his boxers. Carson slid his boxers down to his knees and started to rub his swelling erection. The thought ran briefly through his mind that he was getting himself off by watching himself having anal sex for the first time. He continued to watch though not letting that thought disturb him, but was careful to mute the speakers on his computer. He hadn't remembered them making that much noise when they actually 'did the deed.' As he watched Steven's dick pumping in and out of him, he started jacking even harder. It was about the same time that he saw Steven arch his back, signifying the point where he had started to cum that Carson felt the first spurt of his semen hit his stomach. He continued to pump up and down on his dick until he was completely spent, then relaxed back into his chair. It was only a few moments later though he heard his mother coming down the hall toward his room. Quickly thinking, Carson grabbed the rag he kept in his desk drawer for just such occasions and wiped the cum from his stomach, then tossed the little towel back into the drawer, pushed it shut and pulled his boxers up as he quickly moved from his chair to his bed. Luckily for him, he wasn't one to make his bed, so the covers were already thrown back and all he had to do was jump in and pulled them up over himself before his mother came into the room. When she came into the room, Carson's mother came over to the bed first to check on him. After he made sure he was alright, she collected the plate and glass from his lunch and left him alone. As soon as she was gone Carson grabbed the remote control for his television set and started flipping through the channels. Not able to find anything to his taste on at that time of day, everything being mainly soap operas, he settled on an old movie that was on one of the cable channels. A few minutes later he drifted off to sleep. * * * Detective Peters didn't learn much about Paolo at the coroner's office that he didn't already know. There was evidence of recent anal sexual activity, but that could easily be explained away by the fact that he had been initially arrested for having sex with a man in the park. The coroner had found semen in his rectum though, which didn't match up with what had happened in the park since that union had been broken up before it had reached its ultimate conclusion. Detective Peters had a pretty good idea where the semen had come from, he just needed to get enough probable cause to get a DNA sample to be sure though. Paolo's death was the result of the beating that he had received, and there was evidence of some defensive wounds. All in all, Detective Peters thought that his visit to the coroner's office was a waste of his time. His visit to the juvenile detention facility was going to be far more productive for him, as it would turn out. When he got to the juvenile detention facility, he was told that Billy Thompson, the boy who had witnessed the assault in the cell that had ultimately been the cause of Paolo's death was ready to make a statement. Detective Peters asked to look at his file before he met with the boy. He wanted to have some idea what the boy's background was before he met with him. Finally, when he was finished reviewing Billy's record, he was shown to an interview room where Billy was already sitting at a table, looking quite bored. When Detective Peters walked into the room, he introduced himself to Billy, shook hands with him and sat down across the table from him. "I understand you have something to tell me about what happened between the other boys in your cell last night," he started off with. "Yes sir, I guess I do," Billy said, somewhat meekly as he kept his gaze focused firmly on the tabletop in front of him. Detective Peters pulled a small tape recorder from the pocket of his jacket and set it on the table. "You don't mind if I record our conversation, do you?" he asked as he switched the device into record mode. "No sir, I guess not," Billy said, shaking his head from side to side, still not lifting his gaze from the table in front of him. "The brothers have said that Paolo was making sexual advances toward you, and they were just looking out for you when they beat him. Is that what happened?" Detective Peters asked. Billy looked up at him finally, his eyes wide. "I'm' not going to have to go back into a cell with them again, am I?" he asked, clearly frightened at the prospect. "Absolutely not," Peters told him. "In fact, in all likelihood I can even get you released from here in a couple days in exchange for your cooperation. There's also a good chance that those two brothers will be in my jail if you tell me what I think you're going to." Peters wasn't lying to Billy, he knew the boy was only here as the result of a minor larceny charge, and he was sure that he could get the District Attorney to agree to go with him to a friendly judge to get his sentence reduced to time already served in exchange for his testimony against the two brothers, Ron and Jonathan Booth. Billy looked back down at the table; he didn't want to meet the man's gaze as he told him "What those guys said isn't what happened at all. It was them that were making me have sex with them, and they wanted to make me do it with the new guy. He tried to stick up for me though because I guess he could tell I didn't want to. So they beat him up until he stopped trying to defend himself, then they both raped him." Detective Peters finished the interview with Billy, then on his way out stopped by the warden's office to make sure that Billy would be alright until his release could be arranged. He hoped as he did this that no one had watched from the observation room behind the two-way mirror, as if they had they would know that what Billy had told him wasn't going to make the facility in general, and a couple guards in particular, look very good. His next stop was to visit Laura Marshall, his favorite Assistant District Attorney. He explained the Billy situation to her and a few minutes later they were on there way to see a judge they both knew would be sympathetic to their wishes. The judge did exactly what they asked for, granting an early release for Billy, placing him into foster care and issuing a warrant for a DNA test for the Booth brothers. * * * When Brandon and Alex met outside the school to walk home together that afternoon, Alex was still trying to think exactly how he was going to tell his friend about how embarrassing his gym class had been when he accidentally exposed himself. Alex had no way to know that Brandon's gym period had been far, far worse. Much to Alex's dismay, Joey was waiting with Brandon for the walk home with them. As they left the school, Alex looked up at the sky. The sky was still grey, and it looked as if it would be raining soon. "Come on guys," Alex said to them as he barely slowed when he passed them. "It still looks like it's going to rain any minute, we'd better get going." Joey had heard about both the boys' gym classes, as the coach had given a little speech in the locker room for all the other gym classes that day before the boys were allowed to leave the locker room. He had told them that there had been two incidents that day where male students had decided not to wear any undergarments and that this wasn't appropriate when wearing the short gym shorts that were the prescribed uniform for the students at their school. He went on to inform them that he had a supply of jock straps in his office and that if any of the other boys were having any similar thoughts of going without underwear at school that they had better stop and get one before changing for gym. Naturally, there was quite a bit of adolescent giggling and snickering when the coach gave his talks to the boys, but quite a few had come by his office to collect the straps before they left class. Joey had been one of them. The coach had actually considered that he might have inadvertently started a trend of the boys not wanting to wear underwear to school from his little talks, and wondered if he might try to do something to correct that apparent misconception. That or maybe he should just leave well enough alone. The three boys walked quickly toward their neighborhood in silence because of the impending bad weather. As they walked through their neighborhood a few minutes later, Joey split off from Brandon and Alex, headed toward his own home. When they got to their own homes, Alex saw that both his parents' cars were there, so he figured he better go straight home. He and Brandon made plans to either get together to talk for a little while that evening or at least talk on the phone. Both had a bit of a heavy heart as they hugged between their respective houses, then split up to go home. 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