Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 20:22:16 -0500
From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 24

	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.

	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.

	As always, 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's Dick (originally titled just "Doug" but renamed by Nifty
due to a duplicate story name), a one part short story; March 31, 2007;
High School section

* * *

Brandon and Alex Chapter Twenty Four

	Bobby and Michael left school that afternoon and drove over to
Bobby's house.  As usual, they kicked their shoes off by the front door as
they went inside.  They went up to Bobby's room where they both flopped
down on the bed together and Bobby grabbed the remote control to turn the
television on.  There was a movie on, but rather than watching it, they
rolled over onto their sides, facing each other.  Michael reached over and
placed his hand on the side of Bobby's face, loving the feeling of his
smooth skin.  After a few moments, he slid his hand back, moving it behind
Bobby's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

	When they parted, they were both slightly out of breath.  Bobby got
up off the bed and went over to his closet door, then turned back toward
Michael as he opened it.  "I need to swim my laps - care to join me?"

	"I don't have a suit..." Michael started, hoping Bobby would say
exactly what came out of his mouth next.

	"That's okay, I kind of like it when you're naked."  By the time
the words had finished leaving Bobby's mouth; Michael had joined him by the
closet door.  Michael leaned in and gave Bobby another deep, passionate
kiss, their tongues wrestling with each other until they finally broke
apart a couple minutes later.  Bobby smiled up at his boyfriend and said
"You know I really like it when you do that."

	"I like it too baby, I like it too," Michael told him.

	Bobby turned then and started stripping out of his school clothes,
tossing them on the floor of his closet as he did.  Michael returned to the
bed and as he took his clothing off, discarded the garments onto the bed.
When he turned around, Bobby was standing a few feet away with a towel
wrapped around his waist and holding another in his hand which he tossed to
Michael.  Michael wrapped the towel around himself as well and they walked
downstairs and out to the pool.

	They dropped their towels onto lounge chairs by the pool and dove
in.  They surfaced next to each other and had a quick grope of each other
before Bobby told Michael that he needed to get his laps done.  Michael
swam over to the side of the pool, watching as Bobby's lithe body cut
through the water as he swam back and forth.  The sight of Bobby's smooth,
tight, wet little ass as he swam had a very arousing effect on Michael,
despite the cool water of the swimming pool.  In fact, as Bobby finished
his laps and swam up next to him by the side of the pool, Michael felt as
if he was hard enough to cut diamonds, his penis sticking nearly straight
up.

	Bobby moved right up against Michael, their bellies pressed against
one another, put his arm around his neck and pulled him in for a short
kiss.  Then, keeping his arm wrapped around Michael's neck and their bodies
pressed together, Bobby moved his face back just enough so that he could
look into Michael's eyes as he said "You must have seen something you like,
you're all hard."

	"Oh yeah, baby, I definitely saw something I like!"

	They were about to kiss again when they heard they chimes of the
doorbell from inside the house.  "Who do you think that could be?" Michael
asked.

	"I don't know; it can't be Carson since he's at home, and I doubt
it would be Steven since he said he was going over there to see him after
school.  Maybe it's Jehovah's Witnesses or something."

	The chimes sounded again and then once more as Bobby climbed out of
the pool and hurriedly dried off, then wrapped his towel around his waist
to go answer the door.  Whoever it was wasn't giving up, that was for sure.
As Bobby headed into the house to answer the door, Michael swam over to the
side of the pool closest to the house.  He expected that it would be
someone like Bobby had suggested, or perhaps a door-to-door salesman.

	When Bobby came back to the pool, it was with anyone but a
door-to-door salesman.  It was a uniformed police officer that followed
Bobby out onto the pool deck.  "Michael, they want to look into the garage
for my father's car," he said.  "What should I do?"

	"I don't know," Michael told him, but at the same time he
remembered the scrapes on the side of the garage that morning.  "I think
maybe you better tell them to wait until your parents get home."

	"Sorry son, you already allowed us into the house and gave us
permission to search the premises," the officer told him.

	Michael started to raise himself up out of the pool, then
remembered that he was naked and made a good recovery, stopping and just
raising up enough to rest himself on the pool deck on his elbows.  "No
sir," he told the policeman.  "That is not what he authorized by letting
you into the house.  You can only look at what's in plain sight and you
can't go any farther."

	"Well, my aren't you the little lawyer?" the policeman said. It was
almost more a statement than a question though, and quite sarcastic.

	"Yeah," Michael replied.  "But I'm right.  You need to leave."

	"Good try little lawyer, but he already gave us permission to
look," the officer told him.

	"Nope, but I know enough to know that he can't give you permission
to search, he's only fourteen.  His parents have to do that."  Michael was
going out a little on a limb here, but he still had a really strong feeling
that he was right about this.  Maybe there was some point after all in
watching of all those "Law and Order" programs on television.

	"Really now," the officer said.  "And how old are you?"

	"Seventeen," suddenly Michael was feeling sorry he'd started this
conversation with the policeman.  "But I don't live here though," he added.
He was hoping that this would get him off the hook, but it didn't.  The
policeman asked him to step out of the pool.  This was exactly what Michael
was hoping wouldn't happen.

	"Why do I have to get out?" Michael asked.

	The officer knelt down, able to see into the pool now and was close
enough to the edge to see that the reason that Michael was reluctant to
come out was that he was naked; fortunately, his hard-on had quickly wilted
when the police had arrived.  The officer laughed a little bit, and then
said, "Well, I guess I can see why you're a little embarrassed.  You're
still going to have to come out of the pool though.  You're here, so you're
going to have to answer a few questions for us."  He was kind enough though
to walk over a couple steps to the lounge chair where the other towel was
and toss it to the side of the pool where Michael could grab it and wrap it
around himself as he came out.

	Michael was grateful that he did this, and took advantage of the
towel as he walked up the steps and onto the pool deck.  "You still didn't
tell me why I have to get out of the pool, or what's going on here,"
Michael said.

	"Well kid, you've managed to land yourself right smack in the
middle of a criminal investigation.  You have some clothes around here that
you want to put on?" the policeman asked him.

	"Yes sir, upstairs," Michael answered.

	"Okay, let's go then," the officer said.

	"What?" Michael asked.  "You're going with me, why can't I go by
myself?"

	"I told you, this is a criminal investigation.  No one here is
going anywhere unescorted - that's procedure," the officer said.

	He led Michael into the house where he was surprised to see Bobby's
father being brought down the stairs in a bathrobe with a police officer on
either side of him.  His hands were cuffed behind his back.  The man was
protesting the entire time that he was a lawyer and that the police would
have hell to pay for rousting him out of bed so early in the morning.
Apparently he didn't realize that it was actually quite late in the
afternoon.  He looked very haggard, or more to the point, hung over.

	One of the officers was on his way out of the garage, coming back
into the house through the kitchen as they brought Bobby's father
downstairs.  Michael was surprised to see Bobby's father there at that time
of day, and even more surprised that he thought it was early morning.  Then
he thought about Bobby's father being there while he and Bobby had been
making out, naked in Bobby's bedroom with the door open, and when they
walked naked through the house on their way to the pool.

	Michael looked around and saw Bobby sitting in a chair in the
living room with his towel still wrapped around him and his hands in his
lap.  He looked really miserable, and Michael wanted to go to him.  The
policeman who had brought Michael into the house let go of his arm and
allowed him to go over to Bobby.  The officer who had just come back into
the house from the garage spoke up, "It looks like most of the damage on
the car matches the accident scene, the rest matches up to the damage on
the door of the garage."

	Michael sat on the arm of the chair and put his hand on Bobby's
shoulder as a gesture of support.  Bobby looked up at Michael and smiled.
Bobby's father noticed this and said "What's going on?  Who is this?"

	Bobby answered "This is my friend Michael, you've met him before.
He was over here this afternoon swimming laps with me."

	"Well he's been dripping water on the carpets.  You know the rules
about having friends over, don't you?" Bobby's father said.

	"Yes sir, but when the police came and got us out of the pool,
there wasn't much choice," Bobby replied.  "I'll make sure everything is
cleaned up though, don't worry about that."

	"Well, you certainly had better."  Bobby's father actually had a
rather aristocratic sound to his voice as he said that, even if his
language was a little slurred.

	Michael was amazed at the man's attitude.  Here he was, in
handcuffs, apparently being arrested for something to do with the damage he
had noticed on the garage door that morning when he picked up Bobby, Steven
and Carson to go to school and all he seemed to be concerned with was the
condition of the carpets.  Shock, or hangovers, could do some pretty
strange things to you, he concluded.  In this case though, perhaps it was
as much that or arrogance - or any sort of combination of them all.

	As the police led Bobby's father from the house, they were reading
him his rights.  The entire way he was protesting that he was an attorney
and he damn well knew what his rights were.

	Once they were gone, Bobby picked up the phone and called his
mother's office to let her know what had just happened.  He got her
secretary, who informed him that she was in her office with a patient and
she would have his mother call him as soon as the session was over.  Bobby
tried to explain that what he was calling about was very important, and
when asked what it was about, he told her that it was a personal family
matter.  Without disclosing any details though, his mother's secretary
would not put the call through during a therapy session.

	Disgusted, Bobby told the woman to have his mother call immediately
when she was done with her patient and hung up the phone none too lightly.

* * *

	The pain killers Carson had been given at the hospital helped him
to sleep well into the afternoon.  He didn't wake up in fact until Steven
arrived to drop off his homework assignments.  Carson's mother had answered
the door when he arrived and sent Steven up to his room after she offered
him a snack, which he politely refused.  Carson's mother then sent him up
to Carson's room, telling him that she didn't want him to stay longer than
necessary to leave his school work.

	Steven told her that he understood and assured her that he wouldn't
stay any longer than necessary to drop off and explain the assignments,
then went upstairs to Carson's room.  He knocked softly on the door, and
getting no response, tried the door and finding it unlocked, opened it to
let himself in.  Carson was sleeping peacefully as Steven entered the room
and quietly shut the door behind him.

	Steven stood over Carson as he slept.  He couldn't help but think
how peaceful and cute he looked.  This was really the first time he had
watched his boyfriend sleeping, and he resolved to do it again sometime.
He even thought that he wished he had a camera so he could get a picture of
that angelic face, even with the small bandage and lump that were on
Carson's forehead.  'Note to self,' he thought.  'Get some pictures of him
while he's sleeping.'

	Steven knew that he was going to have to wake Carson up, but he
wanted to put it off as long as he could.  He sat down on the edge of the
bed as gently as he could so as not to disturb Carson's sleep before he
absolutely needed to.  Then he gently began to run his fingers through
Carson's silky, blondish hair.  Carson had been spending more time in the
sun, so his hair had bleached out naturally from his exposure to the
sunlight.  Steven found that he liked Carson's hair more when it took on
the blonder shade it had now, and couldn't resist leaning over to kiss him.
The first kiss was on the tip of Carson's nose, and then he moved to
Carson's forehead, being careful to stay clear of the lump that Britney had
left there when she slammed his head into the table that morning.

	Steven's next kiss was placed lightly Carson's lips.  Just like in
fairy tales, this kiss brought Carson from his sleep.  Steven watched as
Carson's eyes fluttered open.  As soon as they opened all the way and
Carson smiled up at him, Steven leaned back in for another kiss.  This one
however was a deep and passionate kiss that Carson eagerly returned.

	When the broke apart, Steven told him, "Dude, I can't stay very
long.  Your mom wants me to just leave your homework with you and go.  Are
you feeling okay though?"

	"Yeah, I'm fine," Carson told him.  "I'm sure I'll be back in
school tomorrow morning.  I can't see mom letting me milk another day off
out of this."

	Steven pulled Carson's books and the list of his assignments out of
his backpack, and then made sure that he understood all of what was
expected of him.  As he was finishing up, Carson reached over and put his
hand on Steven's crotch, giving Steven's dick a gentle squeeze before
moving it up underneath his shirt to feel his tight, smooth stomach.

	Steven was pretty sure he knew where Carson was heading, and while
he wanted it just as much, he also knew that it was too risky for them to
start fooling around with Carson's mother downstairs and concerned about
her son's well being.  So reluctantly, Steven pulled Carson's hand away
from his body, gave him another quick, chaste kiss and got up from the bed.
"Babe, you know you need to get some rest and take care of your homework.
Plus, as much as I'd like to fool around right now, I give your mother
about another two minutes before she's up here to check on us."

	"I wish you had left it at 'I need to rest,' I could have beat you
on that one," Carson said.  "I have to admit that you're probably right
about my mom though."  He reached out and took Steven's hand, giving it a
brief squeeze before saying goodbye, and telling him that he would see him
the next morning at school.

	Steven grabbed his backpack and went to Carson's bedroom door,
opened it to leave and then turned back to look at Carson.  He smiled, and
then blew him a kiss.  "See you tomorrow, hope you feel better," he said
before turning again to leave.  As he turned back around and took his first
step away from the door, he ran smack into Carson's mother.

	He backed up, stepping back just inside Carson's door after having
bumped into his mother in the hallway as he was leaving.  "Excuse me
Ms. Cross; I didn't know you were there.  I was just on my way out."  It
seemed weird to him that Carson's last name was different than his
mother's, but Carson had explained that she had taken her maiden name back
after she had divorced his father.

	That's okay Steven," she said.  "I didn't mean to startle you.
Thanks again for bringing Carson's school work by."

	"You're welcome," Steven said before stepping around her and
quickly going downstairs to let himself out of the house and headed home.

	Barbara had been close enough to the door as Steven opened it to
leave to catch what she was sure was him blowing a kiss to her son.  She
knew the two boys were close, but could it be that they were that close?

	She looked in on her son for a moment, and saw that he had a pile
of books on the side of his bed.  "Do you have everything you need?" she
asked.

	"Yes Mom, thanks."  Carson picked up on the concerned look on her
face and wondered if it was just because of the injury he had sustained
earlier, or if it was because she had seen the kiss Steven blew him from
the door as he left, just before he very literally ran into her in the
hallway right outside his door.

	Barbara was concerned that her son might be having a more intimate
relationship with his friend Steven than she had previously thought
possible.  She had heard that sometimes young boys would experiment with
friends as a phase they went through during adolescence.  She wondered if
this were possibly the case, and if so how far things might have gone, or
where they might go.  She wished she had a man around to talk about this
with - even if it were the drunkard that was Carson's father.  Then she
remembered Dr. Bloomfield.  He had asked her to call and let him know how
Carson was doing, and he might just be someone she could turn to for advice
in this situation.  She had also gotten the idea that he had been flirting
with her when she was at the hospital.

	Barbara Cross went downstairs, opened her purse and found
Dr. Bloomfield's card.  Once connected through the hospital switchboard to
his office, she exchanged a few pleasantries with the doctor before getting
to Carson's condition.  She told him that her son was doing well, had taken
a nap earlier but was working on his homework now.  After hedging around
the subject for a little while, she finally told him that she had some
concerns about her son that she would like to discuss with him that were
not necessarily of a medical nature, and asked if he would be free for
dinner the following evening.

	Dr. Bloomfield gratefully accepted her invitation and agreed to
meet her for dinner the following evening.  He was glad that Barbara had
called, though he hadn't exactly anticipated her apparent motivation.  He
did hope that there would be a little something more than just wanting to
talk about her son's medical condition.

* * *

	As he was on his way home, Steven got a phone call on his cellular
phone.  "I enjoyed the show you put on for me," the voice on the other end
of the phone call said.

	"Thanks," Steven replied.  "We both really enjoyed making it for
you."

	"I heard Carson got taken away from school this morning in an
ambulance, is he alright?" the other boy asked.

	"Yeah," Steven answered.  "I just left his house, he's doing fine.
He tried to seduce me when I dropped off his homework, so his libido is
definitely not affected."

	The other boy laughed, and then said "I'm just glad that Britney
got suspended over what she did to him.  I've never liked that bitch or her
little herd of snobby groupies.  It's really been pissing me off the way
she's been treating Michael.  I think it would serve her right if word got
spread that's she's such a lousy lay that she turned him gay - that would
sure piss her off.  Too bad you got detention for standing up to her and
trying to protect Carson though."

	"That's okay, I can deal with it.  You want to get together with us
this weekend?" Steven asked.

	"Not sure if I can, but I'll let you know."

	"Okay," Steven told the other boy.  "You know where and when to
meet us if you can," then they said their good-byes and ended their call.

* * *

	Detective Peters and ADA Marshall got phone calls almost
simultaneously.  Billy Thompson was going to be released from the juvenile
detention facility, but only if a suitable foster home could be found for
him in advance.  The judge was absolutely clear about that.  He had the
papers ready though, and would sign them; ordering Billy's immediate
release once he was informed there was a place for him to stay.

	ADA Laura Marshall worked often with the juvenile justice system,
and as a result, she knew of a couple that she thought would be willing to
take the boy in.  They had a nice, large house by the beach and had
recently been cleared to take in foster children, but none had been
assigned to them yet.  Stan and Rosemary Hill were in their early forties
and were fairly well off, but were not able to have children of their own.
For this reason they had volunteered to become foster parents, with a mind
to adopt if they were able.  They seemed like they would be the perfect
home to place Billy in.

	When Rosemary got the call from ADA Marshall, she had no idea who
it was that was calling.  She got the point of the call very quickly though
- there was a young boy that needed to be placed in a foster home, and
needed to be placed quickly.  It was explained to her that Billy was a
"troubled" young man who could use a good home and a positive influence.

	None of that mattered to Rosemary.  She wanted a child in her home,
and she was sure that she and her husband could provide the loving
environment that this boy must surely need.  She agreed on behalf of her
and her husband that they would take the boy into their home, and then
called excitedly to her husband's office to tell him that they were getting
a child to look after.

	Stan asked how soon they would be able to see the boy, to which his
wife responded, "There's a good chance he may be home before you are."  It
was late in the afternoon, but Rosemary was used to her husband working
late at the brokerage house where he was employed.

	"I'll be home quicker than you think tonight," Stan told her.
"I'll bet he'll want to get a good meal, so we'll go out for steaks as soon
as we can get him settled."  Stan wanted a child in the house almost as
much as his wife did, though the fact that the boy was thirteen years old
already did cause him some concern.  He was willing to keep an open mind
though, and he was certainly happy that his wife was getting to have a
child in her home - something that he knew she had wanted for almost as
long as he had known her.

* * *

	When Rosemary Hill told her that she and her husband would be glad
to take Billy Thompson into their home ADA Marshall rushed to the judge's
chambers to get him to sign the release order.  She managed to catch the
judge just before he left to resume the final part of a hearing that he was
finishing that afternoon.  As soon as he had her word that there was a
foster home waiting for Billy and willing to take him in he signed the
papers.  He had known Laura Marshall since she was a little girl and was an
old friend of the family.  He trusted her just as he had always trusted her
father.

	Immediately after the judge had signed the papers, she was on her
way to pick Billy up.  When she got to the juvenile facility, Billy was
waiting for her in the warden's office.  He still had some visible bruises,
but he was looking far better than he had been described by Detective
Peters.  Billy looked a little younger than his age at thirteen with his
blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  Behind the hurt she saw in his eyes from
the years of neglect and abuse, Laura also saw an innate intelligence and
inquisitiveness.  She found herself being thankful that these traits hadn't
been completely crushed by all the hardships he had experienced already in
his young life.

	"I'm Assistant District Attorney Marshall," she told him.  "There
is a nice couple that would like you to come to stay with them in their
home.  Would you like that Billy?"

	Billy smiled up at her meekly and very quietly and simply told her
"Yes."

	Laura smiled back at Billy, held out her hand to him and said "Well
come on then, let's go get your things and I'll take you to your new home."
Billy took her hand and she led him out to the administration office where
the small bag containing all his earthly possessions was waiting for him at
the reception desk.  Billy unzipped it, dug through its contents for a
moment, then pulled out a gold chain with a crucifix on it and fastened it
around his neck.

	"It's all I have left that my mother gave me," Billy explained.

	"It's very nice Billy," Laura told him, smiling at him once more.

	Billy zipped the bag back up and slung the carry strap over his
shoulder.  "Can we go now?" he asked very quietly.

	"Of course we can Billy," Laura told him, then signed the release
form the guard had slid across the desk to her before she took his hand
again and walked him out to her car.

- - -

	It was early in the evening when Laura arrived at Stan and Rosemary
Hill's home with Billy.  When they pulled up in front of the large,
two-story house in what was obviously a very affluent neighborhood, Billy
was astounded.  "This can't be where I'm staying..."

	"Well, unless I have gotten very bad at following directions Billy,
this is the right place," Laura said to him, chuckling as she did.  Laura
did check the address marker on the mailbox once more before pulling the
car into the driveway and parking.

	Laura took Billy's hand once more, led him onto the porch and
knocked on the door.  Mere seconds later Stan and Rosemary opened the door
together.  They had been anxiously awaiting Billy's arrival and both had
very genuine smiles on their faces as they looked at the two people
standing on their front porch.  Stan invited them in and as they entered
the home, the smells of a home-cooked meal surrounded them.

	"Dinner is almost ready," Rosemary said to Laura and Billy.  "I
made plenty for both of you, so I hope you're hungry."

	Billy, who hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning was famished.
The smells of the cooking food were making his mouth water and he didn't
mind saying that he was starved for a really good meal.  Laura tried to
excuse herself, but Rosemary would hear nothing of it.  She asked Laura to
join her for a moment to "help" in the kitchen.

	Once there, Rosemary explained that she would really appreciate it
if Laura stayed for dinner, as she was the only friendly face available
from before Billy had come to their home, and therefore she thought it
might make their initial contact with the boy go a little easier.  Laura
explained that she had only known Billy since slightly earlier that
afternoon, but that she would still be happy to stay if it would make
Rosemary feel better about the situation.

	When the ladies came back into the living room, Stan and Billy were
gone.  They reappeared a few minutes later, coming down the stairs from the
second floor.  "I was just giving Billy the nickel tour of the place," Stan
said as they came down the side staircase, side by side.

	"You won't believe the size of my room!" Billy said excitedly.
"It's almost as big as my whole old apartment!"  Once he got to the bottom
of the stairs, Billy rushed over to Laura and threw his hands around her,
giving her a big hug.  "I don't know how to thank you," he said looking up
at her.

	Laura looked down at him and smiled as she ran a hand through his
hair.  "Billy, you can't begin to believe how glad I am that I was able to
bring you here."

	Stan spoke up again, "Billy, why don't you let me finish showing
you the house and the back yard while the ladies finish getting the dinner
ready?"  This invitation was easily enough to pull Billy away so he could
see the rest of the house and his new back yard.

	Rosemary already had the table set with her nicest China and
crystal.  "I think you might have gone a little overboard with the place
settings," Laura said.

	"I couldn't help myself," Rosemary explained.  "I wanted his first
meal here to be very special.  This is the best way I know to do it."

	Laura helped Rosemary put the meal into silver serving dishes and
place them on the table.  As they were putting the finishing touches on the
table, Rosemary asked Laura "You won't turn me in if I give the boy a half
a glass of wine for a toast during dinner, will you?"

	Laura smiled back at her, "Of course not - just don't let drinking
become a habit for him is all I ask."

	"Stan and I only use it for special occasions and of course
communion at church.  Special occasions are the only times we ever have it
in the house."  Rosemary was very sincere as she said this.

	"I don't see a problem then," Laura told her.

	A few minutes later, Billy ran back into the room, very excited.
"There's a swimming pool in the back yard..." he gushed out, "...and a
beach and the ocean!"

	As Stan followed Billy into the dining room he said, "I've
discovered that one of our first priorities is going to be arranging
swimming lessons for Billy.  It's a shame that he hasn't learned yet, but
we'll take care of that in short order.  One of the partners at my office
has a son who is about Billy's age who is an avid swimmer, and they live
just down the street a few houses away.  Maybe he would be interested in
earning a little extra money by giving Billy some lessons."

* * *

	The topic of conversation at both Brandon and Alex's homes was the
same when they came in and saw their parents waiting for them - Paolo and
his photo "enterprise."  The tone of the conversations however was quite
different.

	Brandon's father started off at his house by calling Brandon into
the family room where he and his mother were waiting for their son to get
home.  "Brandon, come in here and sit down please.  Your mother and I have
something that we need to talk to you about."

	Brandon expected this to be about the 'playing' that he and Alex
had been caught doing in the backseat of his father's car on the way to
school that morning, and in fact, that's where it started.  "Yes sir,"
Brandon said, and sat down on the love seat opposite the sofa where his
parents were sitting.

	"What I mean is this; I saw what you boys were doing in the
backseat of my car this morning on the way to school.  And if you're going
to do something that obvious where I could see it, I have to wonder if you
didn't perhaps really do something in front of a camera for Paolo.  If you
did, I hope you know that you can tell us about it."

	"No, we never did anything like that Dad.  We never did anything
around a camera.  We did some stuff while Paolo was there, but he never
took any pictures, I swear!"

	"I believe you son," his father said to him.  He knew this wasn't
an easy time for his son, and he had an uneasy feeling, somewhere deep down
inside himself that it was going to be a little harder than any of them
imagined so far.  He kept that thought to himself though.

	Just as his father had shown understanding about the boys'
sexuality that morning when they dropped them off at school, both his
mother and father were now equally understanding and supportive.  Brandon
was still sniffling and sobbing a little when he was finished talking to
them and he asked to be excused from joining them at the dinner table and
just go straight to his room.  He told them that he really didn't feel
hungry then and would rather be alone for a while.

	His parents both nodded their consent, and as Brandon started up
the stairs to his room, his mother told him that she would bring a tray up
to him in a little while in case he changed his mind and wanted something
to eat.

	Mr. and Mrs. MacMillan sat in the family room and talked after
Brandon had gone upstairs.  They were torn as to whether or not to bring up
the subject with Alex's parents.  Brandon's father was in favor of being as
open with their neighbors about their sons' relationship as their boy had
been with them.  His mother did not agree.  She explained that from her
conversations with Alex's mother that she knew that both Alex's parents
were very homophobic, in particular Alex's father.  If they were to find
out about the relationship the boys were having, there was no telling what
he might do to try to split the boys up.  She didn't think that would be
good for either of the boys.

	Ultimately Brandon's parents agreed that they should keep the
relationship the boys were having to themselves.

* * *

	Alex's parents wanted to talk with their son about Paolo as well,
and as usual in their household, his father dominated the conversation.
"Alex, come in here please," his father called out to him from the kitchen
as he came into the house.  Alex's father was helping his mother get dinner
ready.  When Alex entered the kitchen, his father directed him to sit on
one of the stools at the breakfast counter.  Alex did as he was asked and
sat down.

	Alex's father was very direct.  "I want to know if Paolo took any
pictures of you.  You know he got into some trouble the other day, and it
was for taking dirty pictures of other boys - having sex with him and other
boys."

	"No Dad, I never saw him with a camera even..."

	Alex saw a flash of anger in his father's face as the words left
his lips.  "Basta!"  ("Stop!")  Alex's father went on to let out a long
string of expletives in his native Italian. "Your mother was at the police
station today.  They showed her some pictures.  There was one with you and
your friend, Brandon.  They had cut away some of the picture but she could
see that you were holding a sex toy, now you tell me the truth boy!"

	Alex just sat silently on the stool looking at his father, his lips
quivering, and near tears but unable to speak.  Alex's father's next
reaction certainly didn't help his inability to speak - he reached over and
slapped Alex, hard with the back of his hand.  The suddenness of the blow,
combined with the force of the impact sent Alex toppling of the stool, and
he landed hard on his back on the kitchen floor, the wind knocked out of
him.  As Alex regained his composure, he realized that his current position
on the floor was strikingly similar to the one he had found himself in
earlier that day in gym class, his shorts having ridden up as he sat on the
stool, and his parents were both staring down at him.

	"What is this?" his father exploded once again.  "Who taught you to
dress this way?"

	Alex realized that once again, his private parts were on display,
just as they had been in front of his gym class earlier.  In front of his
parents though, this was far more embarrassing.

	Alex's father continued his tirade, "First it was your pervert of a
cousin bringing shame on the family, and now you!  Get up to your room and
dress yourself properly.  Do not even think of coming out of your room
until I come to tell you what your mother and I have decided to do about
this!"

	Alex got up, ran to his room in tears and slammed the door behind
him.  How could his world have come crashing down around him like this?  He
did as his father had told him though and redressed himself, this time in
pair of khaki slacks, dark socks and a Polo shirt.  He also wore a pair of
boxer-briefs this time.  Alex had no idea what was going to come of this,
but whatever it was he knew that it couldn't possibly be good.

	Paolo had obviously secretly taken pictures of Brandon and him when
they were skinny-dipping in his pool while he had left them alone by the
pool.  That was the only time he could have done it, and that was when they
had gone through the bag that the man who had come to see Paolo had left
there.  He had thought Paolo was just off talking to Michael though -
obviously he was wrong, and now who knew how much trouble that was going to
cause for him?

	In the kitchen, Alex's father continued to dominate the
conversation.  In fact, it was more one-sided than anything.  About half of
Mr. Santori's tirade was in Italian, something he only did when he was
very, very angry.  He ran through different alternatives that they could
take to deal with the situation, but one thing was very clear - if Alex had
been having sex with Brandon, and it seemed very clear that this was the
case, the boys must be separated.  Military school was one option, but he
seemed to favor the idea of sending Alex to stay with his cousin Alfredo
back in Sicily.  Whatever they decided to do, it must prevent any further
shame from befalling their family.  It was also fairly evident that the
decision was not really going to be mutual, but Alex's father's alone.

* * *

	Unlike Brandon and Alex, Joey's house was empty when he arrived
home.  He was used to this though.  His mother and father both worked long
hours and were frequently away on business trips, either together or
separately.

	There was a housekeeper who came in Monday through Friday, but she
was normally gone by the time Joey got home from school.  Today was no
exception.  When Joey got to his room, he found a laundry basket on his bed
with his laundry, washed, ironed and folded inside.  Joey had found it a
little weird having someone else do his laundry for him (other than his
mother that is), but acquiesced to that as long as she let him put his own
clothes away.

	As Joey put his clothes away, he thought about what his two friends
had done that day.  Could he do something so bold?  He doubted it.

	When he was finished putting his clothes away, Joey stripped down
to his boxers and lay on his bed.  It wasn't long before his hand found its
way into his underwear and he was stroking himself, thinking about Brandon
and Alex and the sexual encounter they had by the swimming pool.  He slid
his boxers down and kicked them off, continuing to stroke himself.  Joey
was very hard by now, and still thinking about what had happened with his
friends by the pool, Joey slipped his other hand down and inserted a finger
inside him.  He continued thinking about his friends, and imagined that it
was Alex's dick entering him this time instead of Brandon's.  He wondered
if it would feel different if Alex did him because he still had his
foreskin.

	Joey let out a little moan as he slipped a second finger into his
hole and began to stroke just a little harder and faster on his erection.

* * *

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