Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2007 14:05:33 -0400 From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 25 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 friend, Mike Arram for being my editor and proof-reader on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance. Special thanks are owed for a new character in this chapter to one of my readers - Joey... There is a special irony in this chapter as well that only he and someone else (well perhaps two other people) will understand. Spend your money wisely Joey... I hope you get it. 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. E-mail me for a complete list (with Nifty Archive links) of my previous stories. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Twenty Five Joey continued to work his two fingers in and out of his hole as he pumped up and down on his achingly stiff erection. He continued to think of Alex's dick penetrating him as he stroked his five-inch, circumcised penis. He wondered if Alex's foreskin would make a difference in the way it felt when he had a dick inside him, but a more immediate concern was that he had been jacking and fingering himself dry, and was starting to feel a little raw. So, reluctantly Joey got up, his hard penis wagging back and forth as he walked, Joey went in search of something to use as a lubricant. He started in his bathroom, but didn't find anything there that looked like it would serve his purpose, so, still naked, he walked down the hall to his parents' bedroom to see if there was anything in their bathroom that would work. He thought briefly about taking the jar of his mother's face cream to use, but decided against it. That option being passed over, nothing in his parent's bathroom suited him either. Then he remembered a bottle of hand lotion his mother kept in the living room, and started gently stroking himself as he went downstairs to get it. When Joey got to the living room, he looked around, but the bottle of lotion wasn't on the table beside the chair where his mother normally sat in the evenings as it usually was. He started looking around the room, and not seeing it there, went into the kitchen. There it was on the breakfast table next to his mother's seat. Joey grabbed the bottle of lotion. On his way back through the dining room, he stopped for a moment to look at the table. What he saw there gave him an idea. He went to the china cabinet and opened the drawer where his mother kept the spare candles for the table. He took a long, thin, white candle from the drawer and slid it closed, then went back upstairs to his room and shut the door behind him. Joey sat on his bed and squirted some of the hand lotion into his hand, then rubbed it along the length of the candle. When he was satisfied with the candle, he pumped another dose of the lotion out onto his fingers. This was rubbed into his crack, into and around his asshole. The last bit of the lotion he took from the bottle was used on his by now semi-erect cock as he started to stroke himself back to a full erection. As he did this, he picked up the candle and slid it between his legs, slowly pushing it inside him. The candle was a lot slimmer than the penetration his fingers had provided, and certainly less still than Brandon's dick had been. He was able to get it far enough in though, and after manipulating it a little found that he was able to touch that same spot inside him that Brandon's dick had rubbed against which made him feel so good. His dick was now as hard as it had ever been as he stroked it, and imagined that the slim, white candle he was working between his legs was Alex's cock, even though the size and proportions were nowhere close to similar. Joey kept on pressing against that magic spot inside him with the tip of the candle as he brought himself to orgasm. When he came, the shots of sperm landed as far up his body as his forehead and in his hair. It was definitely one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced. 'I'm keeping this candle,' he thought as he wiped a finger through one of the small pools of cum he had left on his stomach and brought it up to his lips to have a taste. It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep, the candle still inside him. He woke, startled some time later to the sound of his bedroom door closing. It wasn't completely clear to him what it was that caused him to wake, but he thought it had to be a door slamming shut - and the only one that made sense was the one that led from his bedroom to the hallway outside. As he sat up, there was a sharp pain inside him and a snapping sound. That was when he remembered the candle. When he sat up it had caused the candle to break at the entrance to his backside. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'at least there are others down in the drawer,' as he pulled the candle out of himself. He looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting late. He decided he should probably get a shower to clean himself up before he was called to dinner. He could smell the dinner downstairs and was certain that it wouldn't be long. * * * Bobby and Michael had gotten dressed as soon as the police had left with his father. They cleaned up the minor mess left by the police, and the drips of water from the pool they had left all over the floor. Bobby was obviously very upset by his father's arrest, and Michael didn't want to leave him alone. Bobby wanted to go into the garage to look at his father's car, so Michael accompanied him. The police had left the garage door open when they left; leaving the side where the car was parked bathed in sunlight. The angle of the sun left the other half of the garage, where his mother parked her car, in relative darkness. The right front headlight on his father's car was smashed, and the fender bent in a little. It appeared that there was a small strip of cloth hanging from the corner of the bumper beneath the broken headlight. The left side of the car had a serious scrape running the length of the car where it had rubbed the side of the garage door. "You boys shouldn't be out here." The man's voice came from the shadows on the other side of the garage, where his mother's car would normally be parked, and startled them both. They looked and finally saw a policeman sitting in one of the folding chairs that were stored in the garage. "But I live here..." Bobby said. "I know that son, but this car is part of an ongoing criminal investigation, and you can't be out here in the garage with it." The policeman went on to explain that he had been left behind to keep watch on the car until the tow truck from the police impound yard could arrive to retrieve it. Apparently they were particularly overworked that day and were running behind schedule. He couldn't or wouldn't tell them anything about why Bobby's father had been arrested, though it was obvious that he must have hit something with his car. But what could it have been that warranted this level of attention? It was nearly two hours later when Bobby's mother finally returned his phone call. While he was on the phone with her, telling her what had happened to his father, the police impound tow truck arrived to haul his father's car away. Michael listened to Bobby's side of the conversation as he talked to his mother. "Mom, they arrested dad and they wouldn't tell me why. They took him away in handcuffs." There was a pause while Bobby's mother must have been talking. Then Bobby asked his mother what had happened to the car the night before. "What do you mean you don't know?" Bobby nearly yelled into the phone. "You were with him, weren't you?" Apparently she hadn't been, not the entire time anyway. After Bobby hung up the phone a few minutes later, he told Michael what he had learned from his mother. They had been at a dinner party, but his mother had left the party before his father since she had to see a patient early in the morning. She had gotten a ride home from some friends who were also at the party, and left his father there, sipping scotch and smoking cigars in the den with their host and some of the other men at the party. She had come home around midnight, but wasn't sure what time it was when his father had come in. After Bobby finished telling Michael what he had learned, he sat quietly sobbing on the sofa next to him. "So what is your mother going to do?" Michael asked. "She said she was going to go to the police station and see what she can find out," Bobby replied. He seemed distracted, almost as if somewhat out of touch with reality as he told this to Michael. Then he added, "She said she would probably be late, and I get myself something to eat." Michael looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting to be late in the afternoon. "Listen," he said. "It's starting to get toward dinner time, and I'm going to have to get home. I don't want to leave you alone like this though. Why don't you come home and have dinner with my parents and me?" As soon as Bobby nodded his consent, Michael pulled his cellular phone from his pocket to call his mother. He briefly told her about what had happened that afternoon, and that his friend was very upset. He added that he didn't want to leave him alone, asked if it would be okay to bring him home for dinner. Michael's mother agreed immediately as he knew she would. When Michael had closed his phone and put it back into his pocket, he put his arm around Bobby's shoulder and led him upstairs to his room. "Put some things in a bag to stay over night," Michael told him. "I have a feeling my mother will probably insist on it to be honest with you, especially since your mom said she'd probably be late." Bobby nodded, still in sort of a daze after the phone call with his mother. He didn't say anything as Michael went into his closet and got a change of clothes for him, folding them and putting them into an overnight bag. After Michael had finished packing a change of clothes for Bobby, he went into the bathroom, picked up Bobby's toiletries and added them to the bag. Michael led Bobby downstairs and out onto their front porch. Bobby sat in one of the rocking chairs while Michael went and retrieved their shoes from the foyer. He helped Bobby get his shoes on, and tied them for him before going back into the house to hit the button to close the garage door which the police had left open when they towed Bobby's father's car away. Michael came back out onto the front porch to find Bobby still sitting in the chair, staring off into space and gently rocking back and forth. Michael picked up Bobby's overnight bag in one hand and put the other out for his lover. Bobby reached out, taking Michael's hand and allowed Michael to lead him down to the car. Once Michael had gotten Bobby into the passenger seat of the Mustang, he went around and got into the driver's seat, tossing Bobby's bag into the back as he did. Michael backed the car out of the driveway, and as he pulled away from the house waved to the twin girls who lived across the street and were outside playing in their yard. They both grinned at him and waved back. The drive to Michael's house was silent, with the exception of the radio, which Michael kept at a low volume. The radio was tuned to an oldies station, playing sixties beach music. It was upbeat, and that was enough to brighten Bobby's mood a little. By the time they got to Michael's house, Bobby was at least able to smile a little. Bobby had never been to Michael's house before. In fact up until now, he didn't even know for sure where Michael lived. He was glad to finally see the place where Michael lived. It was a very nice looking home, with a well-trimmed lawn and neatly trimmed hedges. One part of the driveway went forward to a three car garage, and another part looped around by the front door and came back out to the street. Michael pulled into the circle and stopped by the front door. He grabbed Bobby's bag as he got out of the car and went to open the door for Bobby, but he was already stepping out of the car and looking up at the large, two-story stone dwelling with cedar shingles. "Damn, this is nice," Bobby said. "Glad you like it babe," Michael told him. "Come on; let's get you inside so you can meet the 'rents. Besides, I'm hungry and dinner will be on the table in about ten minutes." When Michael took Bobby into the house, his father was sitting in the den reading his evening newspaper. Michael dropped Bobby's bag by the stairs and led him into the den to meet his father. He had introduced girlfriends to his father before, but never a boyfriend, so this meeting was a little awkward for him, even though his father already knew about Bobby and accepted the situation. "Dad, I'd like you to meet my, um, my friend, Bobby," he said, stuttering a little as he did. For some reason, even though his father knew that they were a couple, he still couldn't use the word 'boyfriend' in his introduction. His father made up for it though, and let Bobby know that he knew exactly what their relationship was all about. "It's nice to meet you Bobby," Michael's father said. "It's about time he brought his boyfriend around to meet his parents. I'm Jim Price." Then turning toward the kitchen he shouted "Michelle, Michael and his boyfriend are here, come meet Bobby." Michael was a little embarrassed by his father at this, and Bobby's ears were nearly glowing red. Michael's mother came into the room, wiping her hands on her apron. Bobby went to offer his hand to the lady, but she drew him into a hug instead. Her southern drawl was very apparent when she greeted him. "It's so nice to finally meet you Bobby," she said as she drew him into her. When she had finally released him, she looked at both the boys. "Now you two go get washed up. Dinner will be on the table in five minutes. I don't want you to keep us." Dismissed by his mother, Michael led Bobby back to the stairs and picked up his bag to carry it upstairs for him. Bobby followed Michael up to his room, where Michael tossed the bag on his bed before taking Bobby into the adjoining bathroom. They shared the sink as they washed their hands, and Bobby sort of giggled a little while they washed up. "What's so funny?" Michael asked. "We're in 'Leave It To Beaver'," Bobby told him, still giggling. "We're in what?" Michael asked. "The old TV show. My mother likes to watch it at night on the 'TV Land' cable station at night," Bobby explained. "It's almost like that here, but I can't see the Beaver's father ever introducing his son's boyfriend to his wife like that. That was sooo cool. I really like your parents." Michael smiled back at Bobby as he turned off the water in the sink. "Yeah, the 'rents are pretty cool," he said. "C'mon, let's go eat." "I am starving," Bobby said. "And whatever your mom is making sure smells good." Michael was glad to see Bobby snapping back out of the funk he had been in since his father had been arrested. He pulled the hand towel from the rack next to the sink and dried both their hands at the same time. Then he leaned down and gave Bobby a kiss before tossing the towel on the counter by the sink, taking Bobby by the hand and leading him back down the stairs to dinner. * * * Kyle closed his cell phone and stuck it back into his pocket when he had finished his call with Steven. He was thinking about what had happened to his friends that morning at their school, and also by extension their friend who had been attacked by the head of the cheer leading squad. 'No,' he reminded himself, 'former head of the cheerleading squad.' He was glad that Britney had been suspended and that she and her groupies had been kicked off the cheerleading squad. To them, this was probably the worst punishment that could be meted out. It was a status symbol in their little clique, something that they used to look down on others whom they considered inferior to themselves. Now they had nothing left to make themselves feel superior to the other girls in the school. Perhaps now Britney's groupie Karen would leave him alone. Another annoying trait of their pack was that they all considered it a status symbol to be dating a member of the football team, and certain players carried a certain level of status for the girl they were dating, based on their position on the team. As the second string quarterback, Kyle was considered to be a prime catch for one of their group, especially since next year, as a junior, he was sure to be the starting quarterback once Michael Price had left for college. Therefore Karen Miller had set her sights on Kyle - of course the fact that she thought he was absolutely gorgeous made him a target for her as well. Then Kyle's mind drifted to the boy he had met the previous Saturday afternoon at the country club after Steven and Carson had left. His name was Doug Summers, and he went to their rival high school, a private, Catholic school called St Pius. He lay back on his bed and played their meeting over again in his mind... Something he had found himself doing a lot the last few days. - - - He had been in the weight room; Kyle was lifting free weights alone, even though he really knew better. He also had more weight on the bar than he normally did, which was particularly stupid without a spotter. He was struggling with the last of his repetitions on the bench when a boy stepped up to him and said, "Here, better let me spot you." At that exact moment, lying on the bench, struggling to get the weight bar back into its brackets and his head tilted back, all Kyle was able to see was the boy's upper legs, and of course his shorts, which came about halfway down his thighs - they were short, gold nylon shorts trimmed with dark blue piping, and they had a pair of very nice, deeply tanned legs coming out of them, extending down on either side of his face. The boy's thighs were smooth and hairless, and there was a very substantial bulge visible in the little pair of shorts. The boy helped Kyle get the bar back into its brackets on the weight bench, and finally he was able to get a look at his face. He had short brown hair, and the clearest, crystal blue eyes Kyle could ever remember seeing. All Kyle could think was 'This boy is so beautiful, I have to get to know him.' Kyle got up from the weight bench, and without realizing what he was doing, very slowly and deliberately checked out the rest of this boy's body. He looked like he was about 15, the same age as Kyle, and their builds were very similar. He was about 5'-8" tall, just like Kyle. His short brown hair came down just over his ears and while it was a little messy right now from working out, Kyle could tell that he normally kept it combed forward and sort of spiked up in the front. His eyes ran down over his rescuer's chest next. Like his legs it was deeply tanned. He had the definite beginnings of a six-pack and his dark brown nipples, about the size of nickels, stood out nicely. His white, wife-beater style shirt hung from the waistband of his shorts on his right side. Kyle could now tell they were athletic shorts from St Pius, a private, Catholic school about a mile from where he lived. His eyes had lingered on the boy's shorts for a moment, taking a good look at the package they contained. It was obviously substantial. Then he let his eyes travel down, taking in the nice, shapely legs. There wasn't a trace of hair on his thighs, which were about half-covered by the shorts, and there was just a bit of light fuzz on his lower legs. He was wearing white ankle socks and bright, white leather tennis shoes. Kyle let his eyes travel slowly back up the boy's legs. Legs were a particular fascination of Kyle's, and he was really enjoying the view he had of this pair. When he got back to the athletic shorts, which looked to be a size or two too small, his gaze was once again captured by the bulge between this guy's legs. Suddenly the boy turned around, facing away from him. He took a quick look at the guy's ass, which was nice and shapely, but not exactly what you would call a "bubble-butt." Startled by his turning around, Kyle looked up and saw the boy looking back over his shoulder at him, grinning. "Well, you seemed to be enjoying the view, so I thought you might want to check out the rest," the boy said. Kyle felt his face flush, and he knew that he had to have just turned a very bright red. 'So this is what "lust at first sight" feels like,' Kyle thought. If he could have read Doug's mind, he would have known that the same thought was running through his mind. The boy turned back to face him and held out his hand. "I'm Doug Summers," the boy said. Kyle took Doug's hand to shake, but just stood there, unable to speak. His tongue felt like it was about two inches thick, and he could still feel his ears burning from his deep blush. Doug asked him, "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Kyle finally regained his composure enough to speak. "Um, yeah, I'm Kyle Praegler." Kyle wasn't used to being caught checking out other guys, even though he was aware of doing it from time to time. This was definitely a different situation for him though. This Doug guy didn't seem to mind that he was checking him out - in fact he was even encouraging it by turning around to show him his ass. "Come on," Doug told him. "After that workout you need a little heat. It'll help keep your muscles from getting stiff." Completely missing the double entendre, Kyle followed Doug out of the weight room, through the locker room and toward the steam room. Both boys grabbed towels from the racks where the clean linens were stored on their way into the locker room, then stopped and kicked off their shoes and socks. Now was the moment of truth - both boys knew that the only customary "clothing" worn into the steam room was a towel with nothing beneath it. Doug took the lead by stripping his shorts off, revealing that all he had been wearing beneath that thin nylon material had been the thin, white cloth liner sown into the shorts. Kyle looked at Doug's now bare middle. The first thing that caught his attention was that there was no tan line. Kyle was sure that Doug's skin tone wasn't this dark naturally though. 'He must get his tan while he's naked,' Kyle thought. The next thing that caught his attention, just a split second later was what had been causing the bulge in Doug's shorts. Kyle was sure it wasn't completely soft, but it certainly wasn't hard. Doug's dick was sticking out from his body just a little, and semi-flaccid still looked like it was about three to four inches long. Doug caught him staring again, and lightly slapped Kyle's cheek, bringing him back to reality. "You're staring again," Doug said to him. All Kyle could say was "Oh, sorry..." But still he stripped off his own shorts so he could join Doug in the sauna. He hadn't even realized how hard he was until he heard, and felt, his dick slap up against his stomach. This prompted another "Oh, I'm sorry," from Kyle. "Oh that's alright," Doug said as he brushed the back of his fingers against the underside of Kyle's penis, running them slowly all the way up the shaft and then back down. It felt to Kyle like electricity was jumping between them as Doug's fingers brushed against him. No one else had ever touched him quite like this before - especially there. "Come on," Doug said, "let's get sweaty." They both wrapped towels around their waists and went into the sauna. There was an older man, probably about forty, in the sauna when Kyle and Doug went in, but other than that it was unoccupied. It felt to Kyle as if the man was staring at the stiffy concealed beneath his towel. - - - Kyle drifted back into the present. While he had been daydreaming about his initial meeting with Doug, he had unconsciously pushed his briefs down onto his thighs and started rubbing himself. Kyle looked down at himself. His penis was as stiff as it had been last Saturday in the locker room at the gym when Doug had brushed his fingers against it. It didn't feel quite as good though, touching himself, as it had when Doug had touched him, brief though the contact between them had been. Kyle wondered how far things might have gone if the sauna had not been occupied. He had given Doug his cell phone number before he left the club Saturday, but he hadn't heard anything from him yet. It hadn't really been that long, just a few days, but he was still disappointed that he hadn't gotten a call. Maybe everything he'd thought that day at the club had been completely wrong. He was sure that Doug must be gay, but maybe he was just being nice? 'No, if it was that, why did he rub my dick like that?' Kyle thought. 'But why hasn't he called me? He seemed like he was gay, and interested... God knows I was.' Kyle's mind now wandered to the show that Steven and Carson had performed for him on the web cam. It had been a dare of sorts... When Steven and Carson told him that they were going to have full-fledged anal sex for the first time he had, at first jokingly, told them that he wanted to watch. When he said this, Steven blushed deeply, a little embarrassed by the idea of having an audience for such an intimate event. Carson had been very excited by the idea though and suggested the idea of the web cam. Steven looked at the two other boys sitting with him, he was obviously a little uncomfortable with the idea, but Carson's excitement and enthusiasm about performing on the camera over the internet when they took this very large step in their relationship finally convinced him to agree to the idea. "It'll be hot," Carson said, "but it won't be like anyone will be right there watching." What wasn't said was that there would be at least one person watching - because they would have to use Bobby's bedroom and computer equipment as they had each time they had performed for the web cam in the past. When they agreed on the date and time they were going to put on their exhibition, Carson wrote down a web address for Kyle. "What, you already have this thing set up?" Kyle asked, astonished. Steven was the one who answered for them this time. "Well yeah, we've sort of done blow jobs on it before." Kyle was a bit taken back by this revelation. He had so idea that his two relatively new friends would have done anything of this sort. It seemed so - well, promiscuous - was this normal behavior for gays? Would this be what was expected of him as a homosexual? He was definitely going to have to find someone who could give him some advice. * * * Laura left the Hill's home following an after-dinner coffee when they had finished eating. They had sat in the living room talking while the adults sipped their coffee and Billy had a coke; mainly it was a chance for Stan and Rosemary to get to know Billy a little before she left him there with the people that he had only known for a couple hours now. Her first impression was that Billy and the Hills were going to get along very well. Billy had certainly seemed happy when she took him to the house, and it was obvious that Stan and Rosemary were overjoyed to have the boy staying with them. She just hoped that the initial bliss would not wear off over time. Stan, Rosemary and Billy sat in the den and watched TV for a little while after Laura had left them. The show they watched was a stand-up comedy special, and when it was over, Stan told Billy that it was about time that he should go to bed. Stan half expected the boy to put up an argument; after all, that's what he had heard from most of his friends who had young boys of their own who were around Billy's age. Billy however simply nodded and went upstairs to his room. Stan went up a few minutes later to check on him. He found Billy sitting on the edge of the bed in his briefs. They were quite tattered and worn, and looked to be a little too small for him. Stan sat down next to him, and put his arm around the boy's shoulders. It was a gesture of affection that Billy was certainly not used to. Stan looked down at the boy and told him, "Tomorrow I'll take the day off from the office and we'll go shopping, okay? We can get you some proper pajamas and some new clothes for you to go to school in. I guess you'll need some swimming suits too if we're going to get you started on swimming lessons." "Okay, but... Um, I usually just sleep in my underwear. Pajamas are for little kids," Billy informed him. Of course the time he had spent in the juvenile detention facility with the Booth brothers, they made him sleep naked. He wasn't about to tell Stan that though - at least not yet. The real bond of trust had not had nearly enough time to be established yet. Stan smiled down at the boy, and got up from the bed. "Come on; let's get you into bed then." Once Billy had gotten into bed, Stan pulled the covers up over him, tucking him in. He leaned over and gave Billy a light kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well young man," Stan said to him. "We'll see you first thing in the morning for breakfast." After Stan left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, Billy snuggled down into the bed, enjoying the feel of the nice, soft sheets and the warmth of the comforter on top of him. It was sure a lot nicer than anyplace Billy had ever stayed before. As he drifted off to sleep he said a silent prayer, thanking God for bringing him here, and asking that it be allowed to last. - - - When Stan came back downstairs after tucking Billy into bed, Rosemary poured him another cup of coffee from the silver service on the table in front of the sofa. "Did the little fellow get to bed alright?" Rosemary asked as she handed the cup to Stan. "Yes," Stan answered. "I left the door open a little so we can hear if he starts having a bad time. I'm a little worried how that place where he's been might have affected him." Even though Stan and Rosemary didn't know the whole story about Billy, they knew that he had witnessed a boy being killed a short time before, and that he had been the victim of sexual abuse as well. All the details of course couldn't be revealed to them because it was part of an active police investigation. "I'm sure he'll be fine dear," Rosemary told him. "I'm going to go clean up the kitchen, finish your coffee and bring then me your cup." When Rosemary went into the kitchen, she rinsed the dishes, pots and pans then started the dishwasher. The maid would take care of the rest in the morning. On their way to bed, Stan and Rosemary looked in on Billy, who was sleeping peacefully. * * * Brandon went up to his room and lay down on his bed for a little while. He was pretty upset, and really wanted to talk to Alex. He didn't think it would be a good idea to try to call him, so instead Brandon went to him computer and started up MSN Messenger, hoping that he would be able to get Alex in chat. None of his friends were online when Brandon logged in, but he decided to wait and be patient. In the mean time he settled down at his desk to do some homework. He was working on a book report that was due in a couple weeks and didn't notice right away that Alex had come online. Brandon was a little startled by the beep from the computer letting him know that he had an instant message waiting. He switched over to chat and saw that Alex was online and had sent him a message: AlexS3260: God I'm so glad you're online! I really need to talk to you... BranMM4250: What's up? AlexS3260: That day we went skinny dipping with Paolo at his pool he took pictures of us. I didn't know about it until just now. BranMM4250: OMG!!! How? AlexS3260: When he left us alone by the pool... The police showed my mom a picture of us looking at the stuff that was in that bag... BranMM4250: OMG! So your parents know? AlexS3260: Not everything, but they know something about what's going on between us. I don't know how much, and they caught me free-balling too... BranMM4250: How??? AlexS3260: I uh, fell off a stool in the kitchen and my shorts rode up... Dad is really pissed. I can still hear him down in the kitchen. He's talking about maybe sending me to military school or to my uncle in Sicily. BranMM4250: They can't to that!!! AlexS3260: You know my dad, he's all pissed about Paolo - says he's disgraced the family, and now he thinks I have too. There's no telling what he's going to do. BranMM4250: We can't let them split us up though, you know I love you, I can't lose you!!! AlexS3260: Me too Bran. If they try to send me away, I don't know what I'll do. I don't want to live without you!!! BranMM4250: If they try we'll run away together. That's the only thing we can do. AlexS3260: Are you sure? That sounds pretty drastic... BranMM4250: If that's the only way I can stay with you, then that's what I want to do. AlexS3260: That's it then, that's what we'll do - I just hope it doesn't come to that. BranMM4250: Put some clothes in a backpack then, we may need to leave pretty fast, okay? AlexS3260: Yeah, I'll do it. Dad's coming, I gotta go... - - - Alex had just closed his MSN Messenger window and opened up a school assignment on his computer when his father opened his door and came into the room. "I know some of the truth. I want to know all of it now," his father said to him. "I want to hear everything that you and Paolo and that boy did. Leave nothing out." Alex's father made a gesture towards Brandon's house, indicating who he meant by 'that boy.' "Nothing, really - we didn't do anything," Alex lied, desperate to keep his father from finding out the truth and getting up from his chair to stand, facing his father. Alex's father raised his arm, as if to strike him with the back of his hand. Alex stepped back, afraid that his father would in fact strike him again. He knew his father's temper, and he had already experienced it that evening. As he backed away, he stumbled over a pair of shoes that he had left on the floor by his bed and fell backwards, his arms splayed out by his sides as he fell. His father looked down at him, a very serious look on his face. He reached down, grabbing one of Alex's legs, pulling it up into the air and looking down the length of it into the leg hole of his shorts. "You defied me! I said for you to dress decently! You're still exposing yourself to the world like this! This manner of dress is disgusting!" he nearly shouted. Alex had forgotten up until now that his father had told him to change into something else. He hadn't done it though - he had lay down on his bed for a while, quietly sobbing, then got online in the hope that he would find Brandon online. Then, the next thing he knew, he was quickly exiting chat with Brandon and his father was coming into his room. Now his father was here, and in his father's eyes he had disobeyed. His father wasn't really a violent man, but he did have the typical volatile Italian temper, and as head of the house he expected his wishes to be followed. He told Alex to stand, as he sat on the side of Alex's bed. Alex stood in front of his father, waiting for whatever was to coming next. His father had a concerned, yet stern look on his face as he considered the situation. It had been years since he had given his son a spanking, and while he considered doing it again now, he decided that this was not the best way to handle the situation. Finally, he told Alex to sit next to him on the bed, patting the mattress next to him as he spoke. They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Alex's father finally spoke. "First your cousin Paolo brought great shame upon our family," he started. "Then I found out that you and your friend were involved in this disgrace as well." 'At least he didn't refer to Brandon as that boy again,' Alex thought. 'That has to be good, or at least better.' "I cannot have our family continue to be disgraced in this manner though. You will tell me now about what all has happened as I asked you, or I swear to you, you will be very unhappy with the consequences." Alex's father had spoken very slowly and deliberately. This was a sure sign to Alex that the man was very upset. He figured he had better come clean with his father, at least about the day at the pool at Paolo's house. That had to be the only time that Paolo had been able to take pictures of them. At least he certainly hoped that it was. "It was just that day at the pool," Alex lied to his father. He was going to keep an element of truth to his story though. "Paolo convinced us that we should go naked in the pool. He said that it would be nice and feel good. And it was nice Dad, it did feel good, but there wasn't anything to it." Alex looked up at his father, trying to judge his expression, but he wasn't sure he was able to tell what his father was thinking. He decided to keep going. "We didn't know that Paolo was taking any pictures, and we didn't see anything wrong with what we were doing, like he told us, we're all boys, so what does it matter if we were swimming naked? Then when we saw the bag, we just looked into it. We didn't know what the stuff in it was, really. Then when we saw what that stuff was, we thought it was, you know, kinda funny, but gross at the same time. You've gotta believe me Dad." "This is all? This is the whole truth?" Alex's father asked. "Yes, it is. You have to believe me, I wouldn't do anything to disgrace you or Mom," Alex said. He hoped he wouldn't be proven wrong later. His father looked over at him and smiled. "I trust you my son, you have never lied to me before. I don't expect that you would do so now. I just hope that I am right. Do not disappoint me my son." Alex's father put his arm around his son and pulled the boy into him in a firm hug. "You know I love you my boy? Yes?" "I do, Dad. Yes, I really do." As his father got up to leave the room, Alex breathed a quiet sigh of relief. 'I sure hope that was all the pictures Paolo took,' Alex thought. Alex heard his father talking to his mother after he went back downstairs. "Our son has promised me that he did nothing improper. He did not look me in the eye as I think he should have, but I still believe him because I think he told the truth about his cousin taking pictures that he did not know about and he was ashamed to hear about them. I do not think I want him talking to the police though." Alexandra Santori was glad to hear her husband make this pronouncement. She didn't want to see her son sent away, and she had been afraid that her husband was going to do this up until the time he came back into the kitchen and told her that what Alex had told him, and that he believed it. - - - Brandon was finishing up his homework for the evening, and was just about to turn off his computer to go to bed when another instant message from Alex popped up. Eagerly, Brandon brought it up to see what it was. He had the ominous feeling that it was not going to be good news. Fortunately he found out quickly that he was wrong: AlexS3260: Bran, you still online I hope? BranMM4250: Yeah, I'm here... What happened? AlexS3260: I had a long talk with my dad about what happened the day we were at Paolo's. BranMM4250: Quit beating around the bush, what happened??? AlexS3260: Shut up, I'm trying to tell you. BranMM4250: OK, go ahead. AlexS3260: I told him about the day at the pool at Paolo's, well some of it. I just told him that we went skinny dipping, and that we found the stuff in that bag. That must have been when he took the pictures of us, when he went up to his room. I didn't tell him about anything else. BranMM4250: So what did he say? AlexS3260: He said he believed me and that everything would be okay. I heard him tell my mom that he doesn't want me to talk to the police, so I don't think I'll have to. BranMM4250: That is SO great Alex. AlexS3260: Yeah, I was kind of worried about that. Looks like we're off the hook. BranMM4250: God I love you!!! AlexS3260: You too baby!!! BranMM4250: We are going to have the most spectacular sex to celebrate!!! AlexS3260: I don't do cyber, you know how stupid I think that is. BranMM4250: I was thinking more about sneaking out and climbing in your window, then we could screw each other silly. AlexS3260: You're already silly enough coming up with an idea like that! After everything else that's happened today that would be way too dangerous! BranMM4250: Yeah, I suppose you're right. This weekend? AlexS3260: All weekend baby! BranMM4250: I'll hold you to that!!! AlexS3260: Good night baby, see you tomorrow. BranMM4250: Good night sweety. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer every one), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.