Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 10:21:44 -0400
From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 26

	The two title 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 or are a card-carrying member of the
Moral-Minority, 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.

	All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text
without my express written consent, or I'll have the old gypsy woman that
lives across the lake from me put a curse on you.

	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 at 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 should you care to do so.

	For you hardcore gay sex purists, this chapter includes a
heterosexual date scene (no sex, though it is implied).  If you really find
that distasteful, you may want to skip that section.  I don't recommend
that though, since parts of that section will become important later and
you'll feel left out if you don't know what's happened.  The choice of
course, is up to you.

* * *

Brandon and Alex Chapter Twenty Six

	Michael's parents had indeed insisted that Bobby stay over after
the boys had told them the story of what had happened to Bobby's father.
The boys had downplayed Bobby's father's hung-over state when they told the
story though.  Michael's mother asked Bobby for his mother's phone number
after dinner.  When she got in touch with Bobby's mother, she suggested
that it might be better if Bobby stayed with them that night.

	Another thing was that in the course of the phone conversation,
Michele Price explained that their sons were friends, and that he had been
over swimming with Bobby when the "unpleasantness" had happened.  She went
on to tell Mrs. Connor that her Michael had brought Bobby home to dinner.
She offered to have Bobby spend the night with them, and she would make
sure that Bobby got to school on time in the morning.  Helene Connor
accepted the offer with great thanks, explaining that what the boys had
said was true.  She would be involved with taking care of her husband's
legal issues for quite a while that evening.

	'I sure hope she doesn't have any more to drink,' Michele thought
after the call ended.  'She sounded like she was half in the bag, and at a
time like this!  That poor, poor boy...'

	Michael's mother went up to his room to let the boys know that she
had talked to Bobby's mother and that she had agreed to him staying the
night at their house.  The door was slightly ajar when she got there, so
she pushed it open and went inside.  Michael and Bobby were lying on
Michael's bed in a spoon position.  Michael's arms were wrapped around
Bobby, and Michael's mouth was next to Bobby's ear.  It seemed to Michele
that her son was whispering something to Bobby as she pushed the door open.

	The boys sat up when she came into the room, looking expectantly at
her.  Michael wrapped his arm around Michael as a gesture of support.  She
told them that Bobby's mother had agreed that it might be better if Bobby
stayed the night with them.  As soon as the words left her lips, the boys
looked at each other and smiled.

	"Now Bobby, let me show you to your room," she finished with.  The
disappointment was obvious on both boys' faces.  They had clearly intended
to sleep together in Michael's room, but his mother evidently had other
plans.  They should really have known that she was going to not want them
to sleep in the same bedroom.  She was after all a very proper lady.

	Bobby reluctantly grabbed his bag and followed Mrs. Price down the
hall, with Michael tagging along behind.  She led the way to one of two
guest rooms in the house.  It was generically decorated, and had a
queen-sized bed.  The bedroom he was to stay in also had its own bathroom,
which Michele showed Bobby so she could let him know that there were towels
for him to use.  As she turned to leave she told them, "I'm sure you both
still have homework to do, and I don't want you staying up too late so
you'd better get started."

	When she got to the door on her way from the room she turned and
looked at Michael, giving him her best look that said 'don't either of you
even think of sneaking out to the others' room during the night.'

	The boys went back to Michael's room and did their homework.  Once
they were done, Bobby went over, sat on Michael's bed and kicked off his
shoes.  Michael looked at him and shook his head.  "We'll never get it past
my mom," he said.  "You know it too."

	Bobby nodded, then got up and putting one arm around Michael's neck
and the other around his waist, drew him in for a good-night kiss.  Michael
wrapped both arms around Bobby's middle and enjoyed the sensation of
Bobby's tongue entering his mouth.  Once they broke the kiss, Bobby headed
down the hall to the guest room where he would be spending the night.

- - -

	As it turned out, it took a lot longer than just that evening to
take care of Arthur Connor's immediate legal issues.  He was being charged
with vehicular homicide and driving under the influence of alcohol in
connection with the death of a neighbor of the host of the party he had
been at.  The neighbor had been walking her dog late that night, and had
been struck by a hit-and-run driver.  The forensic evidence obtained from
the car was very strong against Bobby's father; in fact a piece of her
clothing was hanging from the bumper where she had been struck, as well as
bits of her skin and hair.

	The following afternoon Michele Price got a call from Helene
Connor.  Helene wanted to know if it would be a terrible imposition for
Bobby to stay through the weekend.  As Helene was starting to offer to pay
for whatever expense it might cause the Prices to have Bobby stay with
them, Michele shushed her and said that it was their pleasure to look after
Bobby while her and her husband were looking after their legal affairs.
She told Helene that she would send the boys by that afternoon for more
clothes for Bobby, and if those ran out she would just do laundry, so there
wouldn't be a problem.

	Helene sounded very thankful and relieved.  It was going to be a
big load off her mind to have her son out of the house while she and her
husband were trying to find a lawyer who would represent her husband -
between martinis.  Michele picked up on this and just kept it in the back
of her mind.  She was worried about what sort of home life Bobby must have
with two parents who were so obviously deep in the bottle, so to speak.

	Michael took Bobby home to pick up more clothes.  The house looked
almost the same as they had left it, except they both noticed that there
was a nearly empty pitcher of martinis, but only one glass on the bar as
they went through on the way to Bobby's bedroom.  There wasn't anyone
there, so once they had packed up enough of Bobby's clothes to last him
through the weekend, they left to go back to Michael's house.

* * *

	It wasn't hard for Brandon to get permission to camp out with Alex
for the weekend.  It was quite a bit harder for Alex, considering the state
of turmoil his family was in at the moment.  The two boys used to think
this was a big adventure - camping in the woods behind their homes.  They
hadn't done it for a couple years now though.  What finally convinced
Alex's parents to agree was when the boys told them that after all the
trouble caused by Paolo, and of course his funeral, they wanted to revisit
old times and do something they hadn't done for a long time once more.
They also explained that it would probably be soon when the weather started
to get too cold to allow for them to be able to go camping.

	Eventually, Alex's father capitulated and granted his permission
for the three day, two night stay.  The boys' plan was to leave Friday
afternoon as soon as they finished all their homework, spend Friday and
Saturday night sleeping out in the woods behind their homes, then return
home Sunday evening.  They would take a tent, a small, portable camp stove
and a cooler with soft drinks, hamburgers and hotdogs.  Then of course, if
they needed anything, they wouldn't be far from home.

	The boys' favorite clearing from when they used to come to camp
here regularly was still there of course, though it was a little more
overgrown than they remembered it.  It wasn't so badly tangled that they
had any trouble setting up their campsite though.  They put up the tent
first, and then laid out their sleeping bags inside, zipping them together
into a single, double-sized bag.  Once they were done setting up the tent,
inside and out, they set about getting the rest of their camp put together.
They set up the portable stove they had brought with them and then cleared
an area and set up a circle of rocks were they would build their campfire.

	Once they had all this accomplished, Brandon went into the tent and
came back out a few minutes later, dressed only in his tennis shoes.  Alex
was facing away from the tent when Brandon came out.  Once he turned around
though, seeing Brandon standing there wearing nothing but his shoes brought
back a lot more memories of the times they had spent out here in the woods
together.  When he and Brandon had first started roaming the woods behind
their homes without clothes, they had done so completely naked.  They had
soon found that this incredible feeling of freedom that they loved so much
was enhanced by wearing their shoes.  After all, stepping on sticks, twigs,
pine cones and rocks in your bare feet could end up being quite painful.

	Brandon watched as Alex stripped off his clothes, then once naked,
put only his shoes back on, picked up the rest of his clothes and tossed
them into the tent, and then turned back around to face Brandon.  When he
did, they embraced, hugging each other, their semi-hard cocks rubbing
against one another.  When they broke the embrace, Brandon took Alex's hand
and pulled him toward the edge of the clearing farthest from their homes.
"Come on," he said.  "We haven't gone exploring in the woods like this for
a long time."

	"Yeah," Alex agreed.  "It's been way too long."

	Alex let Brandon lead him down one of the paths they used to use
quite frequently, and soon they were walking deeper and deeper into the
woods, not paying a lot of attention to how far they had strayed from their
campsite.

	They stayed on the trails they had always used when they were in
the woods.  As they went through the woods, usually walking but sometimes
running for a while, each thought from time to time about occasions when
they had nearly been caught running naked through the woods by kids from
the other neighborhoods that adjoined these woods.  While their near
discovery hadn't happened often, it was more so than either cared to
remember when they had been forced to jump into the bushes to keep from
being discovered running about like nudists, which if they had their own
choice they might have been during the summers.  As it was though, they had
only afternoons and the occasional campout to experiment with their
'naturist' tendencies.

	They were approaching an old pavilion-like structure, which was
really nothing more than a roof supported by several poles on each side and
a dirt floor with a large stone fireplace and grill at one end.  At one
time, before the neighborhoods had been built up on three sides of the
woods, it had been used by a local Boy Scout troop for cookouts.  There
were still a few wooden picnic tables in the building, though most had been
hauled away when the Scouts had stopped using it after the land was sold
off.  As Brandon and Alex came nearer to it, they heard noises.  They
weren't very clear at first and it was difficult to tell if they were human
or not.  The boys slowed their pace and moved to the edge of the trail in
case they had to make a quick dash into the bushes.  They were approaching
from the side of the pavilion where the big fireplace was located, so they
were able to approach unobserved.  If they had been coming from the other
side, there would have been a long straight section of the path they
provided no cover for them at all.

	When they were about twenty feet from the fireplace they were able
to make out what the noises they could hear actually were, and they were
definitely human.  Not only were they human, but they were definitely the
sounds of people having sex!  Brandon and Alex moved slowly, and as quietly
as they could along the side of the masonry so they could get a view of
what was going on inside the building.  Brandon, being a good four inches
taller than Alex took up the rear, able to look over his boyfriend's
shoulder as they approached.

	When they got to a point where they could see what was going on,
they were astounded at what they saw.  It was two other boys.  One of the
two boys was laying on one of the few remaining picnic tables atop a
blanket, his legs up over the other boy's shoulders.  The boy standing was
really giving it to him, and their grunts and groans were getting louder.
Both Brandon and Alex recognized the boy who was standing, wearing only his
shoes and white ankle socks, driving his dick in and out of the boy on the
table, even though they were only able to see him from behind.  He was one
of their neighbors from about a half a block down the street.  They weren't
able to tell who the boy on the table was though, their view of him being
blocked.

	"No way," Brandon whispered into Alex's ear.  "I can't believe he's
gay!"  What other explanation could there be for him to be here in the
woods having sex with this other boy though?  And they were both clearly
enjoying it as much as Brandon and Alex were enjoying the show.

* * *

	Barbara Cross got a call from Dr. Bloomfield that he needed to
postpone their dinner date due to an emergency at the hospital, so they did
not get together until Friday evening as it turned out.  They arranged to
meet at Il Porto, a local Italian restaurant known for its exquisite
cuisine and friendly, family run atmosphere.  When Barbara arrived, Mama
Sequino asked where Carson was, since Barbara and her son dined at the
restaurant regularly, and thus they were well known there.  Barbara told
the restaurant family's matriarch that she was meeting a gentleman that
evening and thus her son would not be joining them.  There were several
private and secluded booths located along two walls of the main dining
room, and it was one of these that Barbara asked Mama Sequino to be seated
in once her gentleman friend had arrived, before she went to the bar to
wait for Dr. Henry Bloomfield to join her for dinner.

	Barbara had arrived twenty minutes early for their date, and was
seated at the restaurant's bar sipping a glass of white wine when
Dr. Bloomfield arrived, five minutes early.  When he was greeted at the
door by Mama Sequino, she first asked his name as was the restaurant's
custom.  Mama Sequino was the restaurant's official greeter, and possessed
a near photographic memory where names and faces were concerned.  Once you
had told her your name she would always use it when you came and left, and
also as she circulated through the restaurant during the evening.

	Recognizing the name that Barbara had given her when she came in,
Mama Sequino showed Dr. Bloomfield into the bar where Barbara was waiting.
She told them that she would return to get them in about ten minutes when
their table was ready.  Before she left though, she gave Barbara a wink and
a nod of approval at her date for the evening.  She read into Barbara's
request for the private, secluded booth that Barbara had a strong interest
in this man.  She wasn't completely wrong, but the main reason she had
asked for it was the conversation she wanted to have with the doctor about
her son, and her concerns that had been raised earlier in the week.

	They both had a marvelous dinner of veal piccata, and over a
dessert of tiramisu and coffee, Barbara brought up her concern that Carson
may be having a homosexual relationship with his friend, Steven as
delicately as she knew how.  She had explained earlier that she needed to
ask him some difficult questions about her son - things that she wasn't
able to ask his father, her ex-husband, because he was a very unpredictable
and often violent man.  She told him that while he had never beat their
son, that the reason she had sought a divorce (and ultimately been given
sole custody of their son) was that her ex had regularly beaten her while
in a drunken rage.  It was for this reason that she didn't feel that she
could ask the advice she needed from him, but did feel the need to talk to
a man about it.

	She explained what she had witnessed when Steven was leaving her
son's room the day he had been attacked in the school library.  She told
him she had heard that adolescent boys would often 'experiment' with each
other, and wondered if this might be the case, or if he thought that maybe
Carson might actually be gay.

	Henry reached across the table and took Barbara's hand in both of
his.  "Barbara," he said, "I'm not a psychiatrist, I'm an ER doctor, so I
don't think I am really qualified to answer that question.  Hell, even if I
were a psychiatrist I don't think I would be able to tell you anything
about that after the short time I spent with him.  I was a teen boy one
time though, and yeah, there's usually a little experimentation of some
sort.  Comparing, masturbating together, that sort of thing."

	"Comparing?" Barbara asked.

	Embarrassed, Henry explained, "Um, comparing size.  You know, the
size of, um..." and he glanced down at his lap.

	This caused Barbara to laugh a little.  "Yeah, I think I
understand," she said.

	Henry kept holding onto Barbara's hand, and told her, "You know I
wouldn't mind getting to know you better, and of course, in doing that I
would get to know more about Carson and that may provide me a better
perspective to be able to answer your question."

	"I'd like that..." she said, "...getting to know you better, that
is."

	When Barbara and Henry left the restaurant hand in hand, Mama
Sequino smiled approvingly and wished them a good evening.

	They spent the night at Barbara's house.  When they came in at
11:00, Carson wasn't home.  There wasn't a note from him saying that he
would be staying out, so Barbara was sure he would be home soon.  They
waited up until midnight, but when he hadn't returned by then, they went on
to bed.

* * *

	"Holy fucking shit!" Carson exclaimed as he sat up suddenly.  "I
forgot to leave my mom a note telling her that I was staying over tonight.
I'm going to be grounded forever!"

	Steven rolled over in the bed and looked at him.  "Call her dude,
it's only 12:30.  It's better than being grounded.  Besides, you said she
was out on a date tonight, she might not even be home yet."

	"She never stays out this late, not even on a Saturday night,"
Carson said.

	"Oh yeah?" Steven asked.  "How long has it been since she went out
on a date?"

	"A long time," Carson admitted as he rolled over and grabbed his
cell phone from the night stand next to Steven's bed.  "Smells like sex in
here," he remarked to Steven as he dialed his mother's number.

	Fortunately, the foreplay had not progressed too far between
Barbara and Henry when he called and his mother picked up the phone.  She
saw on her caller ID that it was her son.  "Where are you?" she asked as
she answered.

	"I'm at Steven's," he told her.  "I forgot to leave a note for you
telling you I'm staying over tonight, so I thought I should call - sorry."

	"I'm glad you did," she said.  "When we got home you weren't here
and I got a little worried."

	"When we got home?" he asked.

	"Uh, yes, I asked Henry to come by the house after dinner.  Be good
now, and I'll see you in the morning, okay honey?"  She had almost said not
to do anything she wouldn't, but all things considered, Barbara decided
that was a probably bad idea.

	Carson switched off his phone, set it down and turned back to
Steven.  "She brought her date home, and he's staying the night," he said.
"She told me to be good, so tell me, was I good baby?"

	"Oh yeah," Steven told him.  "You were better than good, you were
fantastic."

	Carson leaned over and gave Steven a deep, passionate kiss which
turned into a tongue-wrestling match that lasted until the two ran out of
breath.

- - -

	Carson's mother had fixed dinner for him before leaving to meet
Dr. Bloomfield for their date.  When he finished eating, Carson cleaned up
the kitchen, loaded and started the dishwasher.  Then he left for his own
date for the evening.  He was meeting Steven for a few hours at a local
arcade, followed by a movie.  It turned out that the movie Steven had
planned was at his house.  He'd picked up a movie from the rental store
earlier that day that he told Carson he thought they would enjoy.  He told
Carson that his parents were gone for the weekend, so they would have the
house to themselves.

	The movie was titled 'Latter Days,' and was about a sluttish
restaurant waiter who falls in love with a young Mormon missionary who
moves in with next door to him.  In the beginning of the story, the waiter
makes a bet than he can "convert" one of the Mormons with his friends at
the restaurant where he works, and sets his sights on the young blonde who
is the newest in the two year program.  When the two are caught kissing by
the other three Mormons, the young man is sent home in shame to be
excommunicated.  The waiter boy chases after him and catches him at an
airport where he is snowed in.  They check into a motel and make love for
most of the night.  Then, in the morning the waiter wakes up alone.  The
Mormon boy has gone on to face his punishment.  The waiter finally tracks
him down once more at a place that the church has sent him to have his
homosexuality "repaired."  And of course, they eventually lived happily
ever after.

	Steven and Carson snuggled together on the over-stuffed sofa in the
living room while they watched the movie.  Both of them were completely
taken by the romantic aspects of the film as they watched the two boys
falling in love.  By the end of the movie, Steven and Carson had each
worked their hands into the other's pants and they were both extremely
hard.  Steven turned off the television and led Carson up the stairs to his
bedroom.  They stripped their clothes off on the way, leaving a trail of
garments scattered through the house.

	Steven lay back on his bed and beckoned to Carson to join him.  As
Carson crawled over him on the bed, Steven pulled his legs back.  "I want
to be able to watch your face when you take me," he said as he reached
under his pillow to retrieve a small bottle of lubricant.

	He flipped the cap open and began by anointing Carson's rock-hard
member, then rubbed it in.  When Carson's dick was well lubricated, Steven
squirted a little more of the liquid on his fingers and rubbed it around
his hole.  Once he was done, he pulled Carson down on top of him and they
kissed.  Carson sensed that Steven was ready for him, and moved back to a
position that gave him access to Steven's exposed hole.

	He lifted Steven's legs up and put them over his shoulders.  He
eased forward, slowly entering his boyfriend.  Steven pressed back against
him, willing himself to open up and admit Carson's engorged penis inside
him.

	Steven let out a groan as Carson's dick slipped past his anal ring,
then slid easily further inside him.  Carson could hardly believe the
incredible sensation as he penetrated his boyfriend, the warmth and
tightness around his penis were like nothing he had ever experienced.

	Steven too was enjoying the sensations he felt as Carson complete
his initial entry into him and he felt Carson's pubic hair brush against
the bottom of his balls and his perineum.  Like Steven, Carson's dick
measured in right at five inches and was circumcised.  Carson however did
not have the odd outward curve to his, when hard it stood straight and
tall.

	Carson started pumping slowly, and then worked up to a faster
rhythm.  After about ten minutes, the boys were moving fluidly together,
and sweating profusely.  Carson's back arched and he pumped several shots
of semen into Steven's bowels before dropping, exhausted onto his lover,
both of them worn out from the sex.

	A few minutes later, Carson lifted his head to look Steven in the
eye, and as his softening dick slipped from Steven's ass he said, "I don't
think we made it two and a half hours like the guys in the movie."

	"No, but their time was probably just artistic license," Steven
replied.

	Carson gave Steven a quick kiss on the lips and rolled off him.
The boys dozed peacefully for close to an hour until Carson suddenly sat
up, realizing that he hadn't left his mother a note or called to let her
know where he was going to be, and it was way after when he should have
been home.  'I am going to be SO grounded,' he thought.  That was when
Steven woke up and he told his boyfriend his concern.

	Fortunately Steven convinced him to call his mom, and he managed to
stay out of trouble.  In fact it seemed that he had even caught her at
something.

* * *

	Kyle Praegler was anxiously waiting most of the week for Friday
afternoon.  He was supposed to meet Doug Summers at the club, where they
were going to work out together, then go out and get some dinner.  Kyle
didn't know whether or not to consider this a 'date' or not.  For that
matter he wasn't entirely sure that Doug was gay.  Sure, the hints and
signs were there, but those could also be explained away.  Doug had not
done anything overt to let Kyle know whether he was really gay of not.

	Kyle was wondering what he should do - should he hit on Doug?  Or
would Doug hit on him?  What would he do if that happened?  What should he
do if that happened?  All these things were running through his mind as he
headed toward the club, riding in his mother's car on his way to meet Doug.

- - -

	When Kyle got to the club and changed into a pair of workout shorts
and a t-shirt that had its arms cut off and its length cut off by half,
stopping just an inch or so below his nipples.  In addition to the arms
being cut off, the arm holes were slit almost to the bottom of the shirt.
When he had cut the shirt up like that, Kyle's intent had been to show off
his upper body, and it certainly did that.

	Kyle went into the weight room and saw that Doug was already there.
He was working out on one of the Nautilus machines, and was only wearing
the same shorts from his high school that he had been before, and his white
leather shoes with white socks that came about a quarter of the way up his
calves.  His shirt was lying on the floor beside him.

	Kyle walked up next to Doug, kneeled down and said "Hello."

	Doug let the weights down, looked over at Kyle and smiled.  "Hey,
good to see you," he said.  "You ready to sweat a little?"

	"Like you have no idea," Kyle answered.

	Doug smiled.  "Good," he said.  "So am I."

	The two boys worked out for about an hour in the weight room, then,
as they had done the last time - the first time they met - went into the
locker room, each grabbing a towel as they entered and stripped off.  This
time when they went into the sauna though, there was no one else inside.

	Doug went over to the stones in the center of the room and put
three ladles of water over the top of them, each one eliciting a burst of
steam as the water poured over the hot rocks.  When Doug returned to the
bench where Kyle was sitting, they both had a thin sheen of sweat
glistening on all the exposed parts of their bodies.  Doug put his hand on
Kyle's shoulder, and used it to ease him down onto the bench so he was
lying on his stomach.  Once Kyle had lain down on the bench, Doug started
rubbing Kyle's shoulders from above his head.

	Kyle relaxed and sighed, enjoying the massage that Doug was giving
him.  Then Doug moved around behind him.  This made Kyle just a little
nervous.  He had no idea what was going through Doug's mind, but he hoped
it was similar to what was in his own.  Kyle had to lift his middle up just
a little from the bench to adjust his position, as he was quickly becoming
hard.  He hoped against all odds that Doug wouldn't realize what he was
doing since he made the move while Doug was moving around behind him.

	Even though Doug was not really sexually experienced (at least when
it came to being with other people - but he had after all looked at porn
and jacked off), Kyle's movement was all too apparent for him to miss; he
knew exactly what Kyle was doing.  After all, he was a guy... and he knew
what it was like when he was getting hard and had to adjust himself.  He
had been in enough embarrassing situations like that himself.

	 Doug ignored Kyle's move to conceal himself getting hard though.
Truth be told, it was what he was hoping for.  He leaned over, kneeling on
the bench above Kyle and started rubbing his back once again.  He let his
hands drift down Kyle's back, enjoying the feeling of the warm, sweating
flesh.  Then, in a bold move, he ran his hands over the towel, feeling the
firm butt concealed within.  Then he moved down and massaged Kyle's legs,
one at a time.

	"How did that feel?" he asked when he was done.

	Kyle was too self-conscious to turn over, so he just looked over
his shoulder and simply said, "Awesome."

	"So, you ready to take a shower and go to dinner?" Doug asked.

	"Um, I don't know..." was all Kyle could say.

	"You're hard, aren't you..." Doug said - not as a question but more
like a statement.  He stood and moved around so Kyle could see the tent
that his hard-on was making in the towel wrapped around his waist.  "Don't
worry, you aren't the only one."

	"It's all good," Doug continued.  "We're teenagers; they get hard
all the time.  Mine does anyway."  Then he started toward the door leading
out of the sauna back into the locker room.  When he got there, he turned
back and looked at Kyle, who was still lying on his stomach on the bench.

	"Aren't you coming?" he asked.  "We are still going to dinner,
right?"

	'Cumming,' Kyle thought.  'I'm certainly about to.'  But what he
said was, "Yeah, I'm right behind you."

	Both boys took a much cooler shower than they normally would have.
They both were sort of shy in the large, communal shower and faced the wall
as they washed the sweat from their bodies.  By the time they were done,
they were both flaccid again, or at least pretty much so.

	Kyle and Doug left the showers at the same time and each went to
their locker and dressed.  The clothes they wore were very similar.  Each
wore a collared Polo type shirt and khaki slacks.  Doug's shirt was white,
with three dark blue horizontal stripes across the top.  Kyle's shirt was a
solid dark blue.  Both boys had been surreptitiously watching each other as
they dressed, which did nothing to help either of them to keep the hormones
raging through their bodies from making their dicks start to rise once
more.

	As they headed out the front door of the country club, Kyle asked
Doug where they were going to eat dinner.  "Il Porto," Doug told him as
they sat down in a pair of rocking chairs on the club's front patio to wait
for their taxi.  "They make veal there that is out of this world!"

	"Sounds great to me," Kyle said.  "I don't think I've ever had it
though."

	"Trust me, you'll love it," Doug told him, smiling.

	Once again, Kyle was amazed at how infectious Doug's smile was.  It
made him absolutely want to melt.

	The taxi came and Doug told the driver where to take them.  When
they walked in the restaurant, the lady at the door greeted Doug by name
(actually she used the more formal 'Douglas,' Kyle noted) and asked who his
friend was.  Doug leaned over and gave the lady a kiss on the cheek and
told her, "This is my friend Kyle, Mama.  Do you think we can have one of
the booths tonight?"

	"Of course my darling," the lady told him, smiling, "anything for
you."

	After she had led the boys to a secluded booth in a dark corner of
the restaurant, Kyle asked Doug if the lady at the door was really his
mother.  Doug laughed, and once again his smile and perfect white teeth
made Kyle's heart leap.  "No," Doug said, still chuckling.  "I'll bet she's
older than my grandmother...  That's Mama Sequino.  Their family owns the
place.  She has the most amazing memory too, once she's introduced to you
she never forgets."

	A waiter came by their booth and gave them menus and water glasses,
then asked what they would like to drink.  "What I'd really like is a nice
bottle of Orvieto," Doug said.  When the waiter looked at him
disapprovingly, Doug said, "I guess I'll have a Coke though."

	Kyle looked up at the waiter and said, "I'll have a Coke too
please."

	When the waiter had left, Kyle asked Doug what it was that he had
tried to order.  "It's a really good white Italian wine," Doug told him.
"I really didn't expect him to let us have it though."

	Kyle started looking through the menu.  It was certainly extensive,
it seemed like there was a little of everything on it - veal, pork,
chicken, beef and even lamb.  He glanced at the prices and told Doug, "This
is all so expensive, I don't know if I can afford this place."

	Doug looked up from his menu and said, "I've got dinner, you can
get the movie later, okay?"

	Kyle nodded and said, "If you're sure..."

	"I am," Doug said, flashing that beautiful smile at Kyle again.
"Besides, I always like a first date to be special."

	Kyle wasn't sure he'd heard right - 'First date?' he thought.  But
Kyle didn't say anything.  He just looked up at Doug, who, knowing what he
had said was looking at Kyle expectantly.  Kyle smiled at him and asked
what movie he wanted to see.

	"No horror," Doug told him.  "I can't stand horror movies.  There's
a couple good possibilities at the theater complex across the street though
- one's action and one's comedy."

	"Either one is okay with me," Kyle said.  "You pick."

	"I think the comedy," Doug told him.  "Right now it's time for
dinner though, do you know what you want?"

	"No," Kyle answered.  "I really don't have any idea what a lot of
this stuff is."

	"Don't worry, I'll order for both of us.  How hungry are you?" Doug
asked.

	"Famished," Kyle told him.

	The waiter returned with their drinks and asked if they were ready
to order.  Doug nodded, took both the menus and handed them to the waiter.
"Two carpaccio appetizers please, and two orders of veal piccata," he said.
The waiter nodded and left.

	"What's carpaccio?" Kyle asked.

	"Thin slices of filet mignon with parmesan cheese, capers, lemon,
oil and vinegar.  It's not cooked though, but it is very good," Doug
explained.

	"I trust you babe," Kyle blurted out.  Once he realized what he'd
said he felt his face flush, and he was sure that he had just turned bright
red with embarrassment.

	"Good, I'm glad," Doug told him, with a broad grin on his face.

- - -

	After they finished eating and Doug paid the check.  Kyle could
have sworn that Doug had taken five twenty dollar bills from his wallet and
tucked into the little folder the waiter had brought the bill in before he
handed it back and told him that no change was necessary.

	They left the restaurant and went to the light to cross over to the
other side of the street where the large Cineplex was located.  There were
ten separate cinemas in the facility offering a wide variety of films.
Kyle asked Doug if it was still the comedy that he wanted to see, and Doug
told him it was.

	Kyle shoved a twenty into the slot under the window and asked for
two tickets to 'You Kill Me,' the comedy movie that Doug had selected.
When they entered the theater, Kyle headed toward the concession stand.  "I
want to get some popcorn and a drink, what do you want?" he asked.

	"Damn," Doug said, "you are a hungry one.  I'll just have a Coke
and share your popcorn if that's okay."

	"Fine by me," Kyle said as he stepped up to place his order.

	The boys went into the theater, which was fairly full, and took
seats in the back row and all the way into the corner.  There were only a
couple other people in their row, located at the aisle, which was at the
far end away from them.

	Kyle set the large tub of popcorn on the edge of his lap toward
Doug so that it would be easily accessible to them both.  They weren't in
their seats long before the lights in the theater dimmed and the previews
started.  The movie started a few minutes later, and Kyle thought he caught
some movement in Doug's chair in the corner or his eye.  He found out what
it was a few minutes later when Doug placed his hand over Kyle's on the
armrest between their seats.  At first Kyle thought it was an accident, but
when it remained there, he thought that maybe Doug wanted to hold hands.
Of course this idea was fine with Kyle.  What happened next caught Kyle
completely by surprise though...

	Doug picked up Kyle's hand from the armrest, and moved it over into
his lap.  Kyle had indeed caught some movement from Doug's seat a few
moments earlier, for when Doug brought Kyle's hand into his lap, Kyle felt
the warm, hard flesh of Doug's penis under his palm.  Doug had opened his
zipper and pulled his dick and balls out through the gap.

	Kyle's breath caught momentarily when his hand came into contact
with Doug's genitals, but he enjoyed the feeling of the stiff organ and
smooth, large balls in his hand.  First, he kneaded Doug's balls.  There
didn't seem to be any hair on them at all.  Then he brought his hand up and
began stroking Doug's cock.  He had done this to himself so many times
before, but the feeling of someone else's dick in his hand was totally
different.

	Kyle's own dick had grown to nearly a full erection, and he really
needed to adjust its position.  As he reached into his lap with his free
hand, Doug leaned over and whispered to him, "Get yours out too."  Kyle was
only too happy to oblige.  He unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his
waistband and pulled his zipper down.  It was difficult for him to do
one-handed, but he definitely had the motivation.  He wondered if the
feeling of someone else's hand on his dick would feel as different to him
as it did to have his on someone else's.  He was sure that he was about to
find out.  He pushed his pants open as far as he could get them and pushed
the waistband of his boxers down underneath his balls, completely exposing
himself for Doug.

	Doug's hand moved into Kyle's lap and he began to give Kyle the
same sort of stimulation that he had been giving to Doug.  Doug leaned over
to Kyle and whispered, "Be careful, and tell me to back off if you're gonna
cum.  We don't have anything to clean up with, and it will be pretty
embarrassing if we had to walk out of the theater covered in jizz."

	Kyle nodded his understanding.  He immediately realized how true
what Doug had just told him was.  Doug had to tell Kyle to back off four
times, and Doug had to tell Kyle three during the course of the movie.
They both enjoyed the groping though, and very little attention was paid to
the movie.

	After the movie ended, Doug called his mother who came to pick them
up at the theater to take them home.  Kyle directed her to his home amidst
the small talk that the three were making during the short drive.  When
they got to Kyle's house, Doug got out of the car and walked up to the door
with him.  They said a brief goodbye and swapped phone numbers.  Doug told
Kyle he would give him a call in the morning, then they bumped fists as a
goodbye and Doug returned to his mother's car.

	Kyle stood on the front porch, watching the car's taillights fade
into the night before going up to his room.  It seemed like he couldn't get
his clothes off fast enough to masturbate and give his achingly hard dick
some relief.  At Doug's house, he was in his room doing exactly the same
thing.  Both boys were thinking about the evening they had spent with each
other, with particular emphasis on fondling each other's equipment in the
theater.

* * *

	Michael and Bobby got back to Michael's house, and Bobby unpacked
the clothes he had brought with him.  They grabbed a snack and went out to
Michael's backyard.  Bobby wished there was a pool here.  It had been a few
days since he'd been able to swim his laps.  He was wishing that they had
taken the opportunity when they were at his house earlier.  Michael noticed
the look on his face and asked him what was wrong.  Bobby told him about
missing his swimming and not wanting to get out of practice, so Michael
offered to take him to his family's club over the weekend.  There were
three pools available there.  One of the smaller pools was reserved for
adults, then there was another smaller pool that was open to everyone, but
it was used mainly by kids to play around in.  The largest of the three was
an Olympic size pool that was used for lap swimming.

	Bobby jumped up and hugged Michael.  "Oh yes, I'd love to go!" he
exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Michael's neck.

	Michael hugged him back, and feeling Bobby's hardness poking into
him through their shorts.  This caused his dick to begin to thicken and
fill out as well.  Reaching down, Michael grasped Bobby's erection through
his shorts and asked if he wanted to do something about it.

	"You know I do, but where?  You told me your mother told you we'd
better not be having sex in the house, or sneaking into each other's
bedrooms at night," Bobby replied.  "And I'm sure not going to do it here
in your back yard!"

	"No, not here especially with my mom at home, but I know a place
that isn't far from here...  It's really beautiful and peaceful, and
totally private.  It's also outdoors, and it's sort of a fantasy for me to
make love out in the open air."

	Bobby nodded to him and said "Let's go."

	Michael went inside to tell his mother they were going for a walk,
and then came back to the backyard to get Bobby.  Instead of taking Bobby
to his car as Bobby had expected, Michael led him toward the back of the
yard where there was an overgrown path leading into the woods that
stretched out behind his parents' property.  "Where are we going?" Bobby
asked.

	"Trust me," Michael told him.  "I used to go back here all the time
when I was younger," as he started down the narrow trail with Bobby tagged
along behind him.

	They had walked for about five minutes down the narrow trail when
they came to another, wider trail.  Once they turned down this one, Bobby
came up next to Michael and they each put an arm around the other as they
walked through the woods.  They made a few turns as they walked, and
eventually Bobby saw a strange building down the path in front of them.  It
was nothing more than a rectangular roof, about twenty five feet wide and
forty feet long, held up by several stanchions on each of its longer sides,
and had a large fireplace and grill at the far end.  There were a few
wooden picnic tables inside, and the floor was soft dirt.

	As they entered the structure, Bobby noticed that they were leaving
tracks in the soft, loose dirt, and that there were no other tracks
evident.  This reassured him that Michael's statement that the place was
private was in fact accurate.  There were two large metal mailboxes built
into the chimney right above the grill grating.  This seemed strange to
Bobby, so he asked, "What is this place, and why the mailboxes?"

	"The Scouts used to use this place for cookouts," Michael
explained.  "That was before the land around here all got sold off to
developers.  I think the mailboxes were built into the chimney like that to
use as food warmers.  That's all I could ever figure they could have been
for.  I'm sure there was never any mail delivery back here."

	Michael turned to face Bobby, and drew him in for a long and
passionate kiss.  As they broke apart, Michael raised Bobby's t-shirt,
drawing it up his chest.  Bobby raised his arms, allowing Michael to pull
the shirt over his head.  Michael dropped Bobby's shirt onto the table
before removing his own and letting it fall onto the table as well.  They
shared another short kiss, and then Michael went over to the fireplace.  He
opened the mailbox on the right hand side and pulled an old blanket out.
It seemed clean enough, though a little musty from being shut in the box.

	When he turned around, he saw Bobby had stripped down to his light
blue FTL boxers, and was sitting on the wooden picnic bench.  Michael
spread the blanket out over the top of the table.  "I'm glad this was still
here," he told Bobby.  "We wouldn't want to chance getting splinters, and
since I think we're going to be getting a little sweaty I don't think
making love in the dirt is such a good idea either."

	Bobby giggled a little, and then said, "Yeah, you're probably
right," as he stood up and walked the two or three steps necessary to stand
directly in front of Michael.  He unbuttoned the waistband of Michael's
shorts and slid the zipper down, then allowed the shorts to slip free of
his grasp, letting them to fall to his ankles.  Then Bobby knelt before him
and pulled Michael's boxers down his legs.  He helped Michael step out of
his pants and underwear, then leaned forward and took Michael's hard dick
into his mouth.  He sucked on Michael for a few minutes, leaving a generous
amount of spit on his dick as he withdrew.

	"I guess this is all we have for lube unless you have something
stashed in the other mailbox," Bobby said.

	"No," Michael replied.  "And I didn't think to bring any with me,
so I guess we're stuck with what we have..."

	Bobby got up and sat on the edge of the picnic table where Michael
had spread the blanket. Then he lay back and raised his legs, pulling his
knees back up over his chest.  Michael dropped to his knees and began to
lick at Bobby's exposed hole, allowing a liberal quantity of spit to escape
from his mouth as he did.  Then he stood and started working the spit into
Bobby's hole, first with one finger and then two.

	Bobby was whimpering and moaning as he lay back on the table,
enjoying the magic the Michael was working on his hole.  It had been so
long since the boys had been able to be alone, and Bobby was craving the
feeling of Michael's dick sliding into him.  He told Michael this and he
was more than happy to oblige his boyfriend.  He positioned himself behind
Bobby, and then pulled him forward by his legs, bringing him right to the
edge of the table.  Once he had Bobby where he wanted him, he guided his
dick into his lover, and once he had achieved full penetration, began
working his cock in and out.

* * *

	Stan and Rosemary took Billy shopping, and got him outfitted with
plenty of clothes for school, play and church.  They also got him a few
bathing suits, as Stan intended to get him started on swimming lessons as
soon as possible.  He called the Connor's house Saturday morning to see if
Bobby would be interested in making a little extra money by giving Billy
swimming lessons.

	He had looked for Arthur Connor at the office the previous few
days, but he wasn't at work.  Arthur's specialty was contract law, while
Stan headed the criminal division, so they didn't see each other that
often, but no one seemed to know exactly where Arthur was or when he would
be back in the office.  It was for this reason that he had finally looked
up Arthur's home phone number in the company directory and phoned on
Saturday morning.

	It was actually Arthur who answered the phone.  Stan told him the
reason for his call and Arthur told him that he was spending a few days
with a friend.  He did give him Bobby's cell phone number though, and
suggested that he give Bobby a call.  Stan thanked him and said that he
would.  He was anxious to end the call though - he really thought that
Arthur Connor sounded slightly drunk, and it was only nine o'clock in the
morning.  This was something Stan found not just offensive, but positively
intolerable.  Stan was thankful that Bobby wasn't at home to witness such a
spectacle first hand.  But then if the man was doing this now, he probably
did it when his son was at home.  If the man was this heavy a drinker -
obviously an alcoholic - it was apparent to Stan why they never socialized,
even though they only lived a few houses away from each other.

	Just as Stan was about to hang up, Arthur changed the subject,
keeping him on the line.  "Say, Stan, while I have you on the line there's
something I need to talk to you about.  You head the criminal division at
the firm, and I'm afraid I've gotten myself into a little legal situation
you may be able to help me out with..."

	This definitely got Stan's attention, and it would probably explain
his mysterious absence from the office for most of the week.  Arthur went
on to explain what had happened earlier in the week.  Stan did not find it
terribly difficult to believe, especially considering what he had been
thinking about Arthur's state of apparent intoxication.  Stan was not the
one to represent Arthur in this matter, as he found the way the man was
behaving so repulsive.  He did recommend a pair of junior lawyers in their
firm who were near the top of their field at criminal defense and had
experience at driving under the influence and vehicular homicide charges.

	When he finished the phone call with Arthur Connor, Stan called his
son's cell phone number.  Bobby answered on the second ring, and unlike his
father sounded bright and chipper on this beautiful Saturday morning.  Stan
explained what he wanted and Bobby sounded excited at the prospect of
earning some money on his own, especially for doing something he really
enjoyed - swimming.  He asked Mr. Hill when he wanted to start the lessons,
to which he was told as soon as possible.

	Bobby asked the man to hold on, and when he came back he told
Mr. Hill that he and his friend who he was spending the weekend with were
going to his club in a couple hours to swim and that if he wanted they
could have the first lesson then.

	"Are you sure?" Stan asked.  "I don't want to interrupt your
weekend with your friend."

	"It's alright," Bobby told him.  "I already asked him and he said
that it would be okay."

	"Okay then, it's settled," Stan said.  "We'll see you in a couple
hours."

	"Okay," Bobby said.  "Just make sure he doesn't eat anything before
hand, we wouldn't want him getting cramps in the pool."

* * *

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