Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:04:05 -0400
From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 27

	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.  I owe a debt of gratitude to one of my regular
readers, Sam, who kept me from making a grievous error in this chapter due
to one of his comments about how the last chapter related to something that
happened earlier in the story.

	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.  She's taken a liking to
me for some reason, but personally I think it's kind of creepy how she
watches me with binoculars when I sit on my deck in my boxers to write
these stories.

	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
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* * *

Brandon and Alex Chapter Twenty Seven

When we last left Brandon and Alex in the woods on Friday afternoon:

	"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.

- - -

	Alex looked back over his shoulder and whispered back, "But you
remember the day that we saw him at Paolo's house."

	Brandon remembered all too well.  He recalled how Michael Price had
loomed over them from behind as they watched Paolo being fucked by an older
man next to his pool.  They both also remembered comforting Michael as he
slumped onto the bed between them after seeing the guy he had thought of as
his boyfriend having sex with a stranger.  They both also remembered
Michael's tears, anger and disappointment.  It seemed so long ago now, even
though it was only a matter of a few weeks.

	"Yeah, but you know what Paolo told us...  He said he was only
blackmailing him..." Brandon hissed back.

	"You know Paolo was a liar," Alex whispered back.  "I don't think
he'd have known the truth if it were written across his forehead."

	All Brandon could do to reply to that was shrug his shoulders and
nod.  He certainly couldn't argue the point.  Not that he wanted to anyway
- he wanted to return his attention to the voyeuristic show they had
inadvertently discovered in the woods, which is exactly what they both did.
Still, in the back of his mind there was something, he could have sworn
that this boy had said he was in love with Paolo, despite what Paolo had
told them after Michael had left them swimming in Paolo's pool.

	Alex inched forward to get a better view of the two boys having sex
on the picnic table in the old structure in the woods.  As he did, his
attention was focused on them rather than where he was stepping, and being
slightly off the side of the path, his foot happened to come down on a long
and brittle stick.  As soon as Alex's weight was on it, the stick broke
with a loud snap.

	Even though the two boys in front of them were obviously
preoccupied, the sharp noise of the stick breaking did catch their
attention. The sexual activity in front of Alex and Brandon suddenly ceased
as the boy standing turned his head to look over his shoulder and the boy
lying on the table craned his neck to look around him to see what had made
the noise.  When they did, they saw Brandon and Alex peering at them from
around the edge of the old fireplace.

	Almost without thinking, Michael pulled out of Bobby and started
toward the two boys who were watching them.  Michael thought he recognized
them, but was not quite sure from where.  What he was sure of was that he
didn't like that they had been spying on him and Bobby.  When Alex saw him
start toward them, he turned to run.  His reaction was faster than
Brandon's though, and he bumped into Brandon as he wasn't fast enough. This
threw them both off balance, and they more or less tripped over each other,
falling into a heap on the trail while trying to get away.  Ordinarily
Brandon and Alex might have found this comical and had a fit of giggling
going on between them, but in this case they were both scrambling, trying
to get up and make their getaway.

	Unfortunately for them, this was far less than effective as they
were still more or less tripping over one another.  They were still trying
to get to their feet when Michael reached them, and grabbing one of each
boy's arms, pulled them up.  He turned the boys around toward the building
and marched them back to it.  When they entered, Bobby was sitting up on
the table, his hands covering his groin.  He was visibly upset.  As Michael
propelled the two naked boys ahead of him into the pavilion, Brandon and
Alex were both trying to cover themselves as well, though the way Michael
was gripping their arms, they each only had one hand available to do so.

	Michael pushed them down onto the picnic bench next to the table
where Bobby was still sitting.  Suddenly he remembered where it was that he
knew these two boys from.  They were the same two he had seen at Paolo's
house the day he had caught Paolo having sex with the man by the pool.
They had been spying on Paolo and the man he was having sex with then too.
For a pair of voyeurs, they had seemed genuinely nice when he had talked to
them then.

- - -

	"So, what do you two just get off on watching other people have
sex?" Michael asked them.

	Brandon and Alex both blushed deeply, remembering that day back at
Paolo's house.  It seemed so long ago now, even though it was only a matter
of a few short weeks.  They were both looking down at their hands, which
were covering their now deflated penises.

	"You know them?" Bobby asked.  "What do you mean about them
watching people?"

	"The day you and I met," Michael told him, "when I caught Paolo
being screwed by that guy by the pool at his house.  These two were
upstairs in his room watching them from the window."

	Bobby nodded his understanding, and looked at Brandon and Alex who
were still sitting silently on the bench next to him.  He remembered that
Michael had told him about the two boys he had seen at Paolo's house that
day.  He had said they seemed really nice and that they had tried to
comfort him after he had seen Paolo cheating on him.

	Then Bobby had another thought as he moved to pick up his clothes.
He was finding himself uncomfortable being here naked like this now that
these other two were there with him and Michael.  That was when it hit him
- they were wearing nothing but shoes.  Where were the rest of their
clothes?  So after he had pulled his underwear and shorts back on, Bobby
asked them...

	Brandon looked up at him sheepishly, "They're at our tent.  We're
camping out in the woods for the weekend."

	Alex looked up at him and added, "We really didn't expect to find
anyone here, we've been coming out here for years, and just like the
feeling of being naked outdoors.  We've never seen anyone else doing it
though, and we've never been caught doing it before, but there have been a
couple close calls."

	"Well you have now," Michael put in, sarcastically.

	Bobby gave him a frown and said, "Be nice Michael."

	Michael took the rebuke from his boyfriend and following his lead,
started putting his clothes back on as well.  When Michael and Bobby had
finished dressing, Michael refolded the blanket and returned it to its
hiding place in the mailbox.  Having done that, he walked to the far side
of the pavilion and looked back expectantly at Bobby who was still standing
by Brandon and Alex, staring at them, apparently lost in thought.  The two
younger boys were still sitting quietly on the bench.  "Coming?" he asked.

	Bobby nodded and joined him.  They walked away from the pavilion
back toward Michael's house hand in hand.  They were both disappointed that
they had been interrupted and the mood broken, but there was nothing they
could do about that now.

	After they had gone, Brandon looked over to Alex and suggested that
they make their way back to their camp.  Like Michael and Bobby, they were
no longer in their earlier cheerful mood.  They got up and walked off in
the opposite direction Michael and Bobby had gone, heading back to the
campsite behind their homes.

* * *

	When Carson hung up the phone after the conversation with his
mother, he rolled over and started rubbing Steven's stomach.  "You ready to
return the favor?" he asked.  Carson had cum into Steven's ass before their
nap, but now he was ready to be 'violated' himself.

	He threw back the sheet and saw that Steven was up and ready to do
the deed so to speak.  Steven reached under the pillow and pulled the
little bottle of lube back out and handed it to Carson.  Carson flipped it
open and turned the bottle over, allowing the slippery gel to drip out over
Steven's turgid member.  He massaged it in, and as he did, if there was any
flaccidity left in Steven's dick, it quickly disappeared.  Then Carson
lifted his knee over his lover so that he was straddling his body and
reached around behind himself to smear some of the lube that still covered
his fingers around his rear entrance.  He brought his hand back around in
front of him and squirted out a little more lube onto his fingers, then
returned to the task of preparing himself to take Steven into him.

	Carson worked one, then two fingers into himself, spreading the
lubricant around inside his body.  When he felt he was ready, Carson
grasped Steven's dick, holding it upright and sat back on top of it.  It
slid into him easily, disappearing quickly inside him.  Once he felt Steven
all the way in, Carson paused for a moment.  Then, using his knees to
piston himself up and down began a slow but steady fucking motion over his
boyfriend.  This position was enjoyable for them but was very tiring for
Carson, so after a little more than five minutes he leaned down, embracing
Steven and rolled them over so he was now lying on his back.  Steven was
amazed that they had managed to achieve this maneuver without a complete
loss of penetration, but somehow they had.

	Steven took over the bulk of the effort at this point, and began a
quick, almost rabbit-like motion in and out of his lover.  They would not
able to last much longer at the rate he was going.  Carson's legs were
pushed back to the point that his knees were nearly touching his shoulders.
It wasn't the most comfortable position, but the pleasure he was getting
from Steven reaming and ravishing his ass more than made up for it.  Carson
decided that he definitely liked this frontal position they were currently
in the most, since it seemed to allow for a fuller, deeper penetration.  He
definitely found this more enjoyable as it gave that odd, away from the
body curve of Steven's penis to rub against that spot inside him that
brought him so much pleasure.  Carson's dick was straining, he felt as if
he were going to cum himself and he wasn't wrong.  It was only a fraction
of a second before Steven unleashed his load inside him that Carson began
to spew his jizz over his own chest and stomach.

	Steven withdrew from Carson and the two lay next to each other in
post-coital bliss.  As they did, Steven reached down and scooped up some of
the semen that Carson had discharged onto himself.  First he brought his
fingers up to Carson's mouth, feeding him some of his own seed, and then
took the next bit for himself.  Steven traded off between them until he had
cleaned as much of Carson's sperm off of him as he was able to.  Then he
leaned over his boyfriend and licked up all he was able to that remained.

	Once finished, and still holding some of Carson's sperm in his
mouth, he moved up for a kiss.  After sharing the last of Carson's seed
with him, he broke the kiss and backed away.

	"You know I hate it when you do that," Carson complained.

	"I thought that was only when I sucked you," Steven replied.

	"No," Carson told him.  "When you kiss me, I only want to taste
you."

	Steven finally understood what it was that his lover had against
snowballing.  He had complained about it often enough in the past, when
they were only doing blowjobs with each other, but he had never really
explained it though.  It seemed to make some sense to him now.

	Steven and Carson snuggled up together, hugging each other and went
to sleep.

- - -

	When Carson woke up on Saturday morning he was in Steven's bed,
alone.  He was a bit confused about where he was at first, since he
normally didn't sleep over at Steven's house.  Then as he rubbed his eyes,
he remembered the night of sex they had enjoyed into the wee hours of the
morning.  It wasn't difficult for him to recall the previous evening's
activities as the smell of sex still hung heavily in the air.

	As Carson rolled out of bed, he found that the sheets were stuck to
him from where Steven's cum had been slowly leaking out of him and had
dried during the night as he slept, plus the little bit that Steven had
missed on his front.

	Carson peeled the sheets off of him and got out of bed, making his
way into Steven's bathroom.  He could tell from the wet towel hanging by
the shower and the bits of standing water in the basin as well as droplets
remaining on the smoked glass shower doors that Steven must have already
showered.

	Carson grabbed a fresh towel from the shelf above the toilet and
started the shower running to get warm.  He set the towel down on the back
of the toilet as he sat down to 'do his business.'  It didn't seem as messy
as the last time after he'd had sex with Steven, but then he remembered the
bedding, and made a mental note that they had better put the sheets in the
washing machine.  When he'd finished on the toilet, Carson got up and
stepped into the shower.  He spent a long time under the hot spray, and
when he came out toweled himself off slowly.  He used Steven's toothbrush,
figuring that since they had swapped spit, as well as other bodily fluids
so much lately that it didn't really matter.  He ran Steven's comb through
his hair, and when he was satisfied with the way he looked he walked back
into the bedroom.

	Steven still wasn't there, so Carson borrowed a clean pair of
boxers from his dresser and went to look for him.  As he walked downstairs,
stepping over the clothes they had discarded on their way through the house
the night before, he smelled bacon cooking.  Carson walked into the kitchen
and saw Steven standing on the far side with his back to him.  He was
wearing an apron, and since it wasn't tied in the back, Carson could tell
that the apron was all Steven was wearing.

	Carson padded quietly across the kitchen to Steven and while he
reached his left hand around Steven to hold him as he gently kissed his
neck, Carson's right hand went between his legs to tickle that special
little treat tucked in the cleft between his cheeks.  As his fingers
touched Steven's slightly puffy entrance, it caused him to jump a little.
Steven turned his head so that their lips could meet and they shared a
long, deep kiss.

	When they broke, Steven said "The bacon is almost done.  How do you
want your eggs?"

	"Over medium please," Carson answered.  Then he added, "I didn't
know you could cook."

	"I am truly a man of mystery," Steven laughed.

	"I love your chef's outfit," Carson told him, giving him a little
goose on the butt as he did.

	Steven picked up a spatula from the counter, turned and gave Carson
a gentle whack on his butt with it.  "Why don't you be a good boy and go
change the linens on my bed and put the dirty ones in the washer?  Then
maybe later on today we can dirty up another set.  You know where
everything is, right?"

	"Yes baby.  I know where everything is."  On his way upstairs,
Carson picked up their clothes and took them to Steven's room where he
sorted them by whose they were, and then he dropped them on the floor next
to the bed.  He stripped off the sheets and after putting the fresh ones
on, carried them downstairs and through the kitchen to the laundry room.
After he started the washing machine, he came back into the kitchen where
Steven was just putting their breakfasts on the table.

	After they ate, Carson suggested that perhaps he ought to run home
and get a change of clothes.  "No," Steven said.  "You can wear some of
mine.  I thought it might be a nice day for us to ride our bikes down to
the beach, and you know how it is, the sooner we get down there, the
better.  I want to get a good spot before everyone else gets there."

	"Sounds like a plan.  I better phone my mom though; if I don't let
her know I'm spending the day out, I'll be grounded for sure, especially
after I didn't call until so late last night."

	"Go call her then," Steven told him.  "Then we can get dressed and
head to the beach.  I want to spend some time in the sun before we soil my
sheets again."

	"Sounds good to me," Carson said as he went to get his phone.

	Barbara accepted her son's plan to spend the day at the beach with
his friend.  She was looking forward to using the afternoon to get to know
Dr. Henry Bloomfield a little better.  She did tell him that she expected
him at home to get ready for dinner no later than 5:30 that afternoon
though.  "No excuses," was the last thing she told him before they ended
the call.

* * *

	Bobby and Michael had been in a very quiet mood all through dinner
the night before, and both retired to their bedrooms early.  Even the next
morning, something still didn't seem quite right to Michael's mother where
the boys were concerned, even though they had both insisted nothing was
wrong.  They had both seemed happy enough the afternoon before when they
left for their walk in the woods though.  Bobby's excitement about going to
their club to swim even seemed to have waned.

	It was the phone call while they were eating breakfast that seemed
to perk him back up.  One of the partners at his father's law firm wanted
him to give swimming lessons to a young boy they had just taken in as a
foster child.  That someone thought enough of him to ask him to do this
really seemed to perk him up, and he anxiously asked Michael if it would be
alright for them to stop and pick the boy up on the way to the club for his
first lesson.

	Michael looked askance at his mother when Bobby questioned him as
to whether it would be okay, and seeing that this was obviously something
very important to Bobby, she nodded that he should give his approval, which
of course he did.

	Michelle Price didn't know what was going on between the boys, she
thought that maybe they had a little lover's spat perhaps.  Whatever it was
had definitely happened while they were out walking in the woods the
previous afternoon.  She was just happy to see that their problem was
starting to be over with now that Bobby had been offered this job.  His
excitement was contagious, and soon Michael was coming out of his funk as
well.

	The boys offered to clean up the kitchen for Michelle after they
had finished eating, and when they had cleared all the dishes away and
started the dishwasher, Michael told his mother that they were going to go
up to his room to watch a DVD movie.

	"Remember to leave your door open," Michael's mother reminded them.

	Michael shot her a look that would have said 'Aw Mom,' but verbally
reassured her that they understood the rules.

	When she walked by the room a short time later, she heard a fit of
giggling coming from Bobby and tucked her head in the door for a moment to
see what was going on, fully expecting to see Michael tickling him.
Instead she saw that they were watching one of Michael's favorite movies -
'Cannibal! The Musical.'  The movie was based on Alfred Packer, who had
been convicted of cannibalism in Colorado in 1874.  (And oddly enough, the
dining facility at the University of Colorado had ultimately been named
after him.)  The film was rather demented in Michelle Price's opinion
(after all, who would do a musical of all things about a cannibal?), but
her son liked it and his boyfriend obviously found it hilarious as well.
She walked away down the hall shaking her head.  She really could not
understand how singing and dancing to a story about a cannibal could be so
funny.  'Ah, youth,' she thought.  'It seems so sad that it's wasted on the
young.'

* * *

	At around ten o'clock Saturday morning Kyle's phone rang.  He was
out in the yard at the time, helping his father keep the yard in order.
While his father trimmed the shrubbery along the front of the house and
around the perimeter of the back yard, Kyle pushed a power mower, cutting
the grass that surrounded their home.  In Kyle's opinion the yard was
easily large enough for at least a self-propelled mower, or better yet a
riding mower.  His father would hear nothing of the sort though.  In fact,
every time he brought the idea up, his father reminded him that he used to
have to cut the lawn at his parents' home when he was Kyle's age using only
an old fashioned push mower that did not even have a motor to drive the
blades.  And the way he described it, that yard was far larger.  Kyle had
no way to be sure though, as his grandparents had retired and moved to
Florida years before he had begun to have to push the mower around the
yard.  Still, he didn't remember their yard being a large as the one at his
parents' house.

	'Yeah, and I'll bet you had to walk five miles to and from school
in the snow, up hill both ways,' is what Kyle would think every time his
father would tell that story.  He never vocalized that thought though, he
knew better.

	Kyle's phone was in the charger on the kitchen counter when it
rang, and his mother, who couldn't stand to let a phone just ring, picked
it up and answered it.  She carried it outside, and waving it in the air to
Kyle, got his attention.

	Kyle stopped the mower's engine and went to retrieve the phone from
his mother.  It was Doug.  He wanted to know if Kyle wanted to go to the
beach with him after lunch.  That certainly sounded good to Kyle and he
suggested that Doug ride his bike over and they could leave as soon as he
was finished helping his father in the yard.

	Doug agreed to this plan, and said that he would be over after
lunch.  Once Kyle had made sure he remembered where he lived and how to get
there, they ended the phone call.  Doug waited until 11:30 to eat, wanting
to make sure that he gave Kyle time to finish his chores and eat before he
got to Kyle's house.

	As it turned out, when Doug arrived just after 12:30, Kyle was just
finishing up cutting the grass in the front yard.  He was attired only in a
pair of gym shorts and old, battered tennis shoes.  There was a thin sheen
of sweat glistening on every bit of Kyle's visible skin, which Doug found
extremely erotic.

	Doug leaned his bike against the fence that ran along the driveway
and went to meet Kyle as he wheeled the now silent lawn mower toward the
side of the house, on his way to put it in the storage shed in the back
yard where it was normally kept.  Doug really wanted to sneak a kiss with
Kyle, but thought it probably wasn't a good idea here in Kyle's front yard.

	"Hey, how's it going?" Doug asked as he approached.

	"Not too bad, I suppose," Kyle answered.  "This took a lot longer
than I thought it would.  I haven't even eaten yet, have you?"

	"Yeah, I did," Doug answered.  "You want me to go back home and
wait while you get ready?"

	"No," Kyle said.  "Come on inside.  I'll just take a quick shower
and change.  Then I'll grab something when we get to the beach, okay?"

	Doug smiled and accepted Kyle's suggestion.  He was happy that Kyle
was asking him inside, and was hoping that he'd get to watch as Kyle
changed.  Kyle's mother thwarted that plan though when she asked him to sit
down with her for a few minutes while Kyle got ready.  She did like to get
to know all of Kyle's friends after all.  Mrs. Praegler offered Doug
something to eat, and seemed genuinely disappointed when he told her that
he had eaten before he came over.

	Doug sat making small talk with Kyle's mother for about ten minutes
before Kyle reappeared, wearing an old t-shirt, boardie shorts and tennis
shoes (much newer and nicer than the ones he was using to work in the yard
though).  Kyle's mother got up, asking him what he wanted to eat for lunch
as she moved toward the refrigerator.

	"Um, no Mom..." Kyle started.  "I'll grab a gyro and fries at the
beach.  We're running late anyway, we really wanted to be out there a
couple hours ago."  She didn't seem to want to let them go without Kyle
eating, but Kyle's mother relented and let them leave.  Kyle brought his
bike out of the garage and he and Doug pedaled off together toward the
beach.

	When they got there, Kyle used his combination lock and chain to
secure both their bicycles to the stand along with several others.  Both
boys had a backpack with them that had their towels and a change of clothes
in them.  Doug's backpack had an additional little surprise in it that he
hoped he and Kyle would be able to make a little use of later though.

	They stopped at a hot dog shop so Kyle could get something to eat
before walking down the boardwalk.  After he had consumed three of the
foot-long hot dogs with all the trimmings (except onions) and a large Coke,
Kyle was ready to hit the beach.  As they were heading out onto the sand,
Kyle recognized a couple of people who he knew playing volleyball with a
group of other teens on the beach...

* * *

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