Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2007 12:28:06 -0400 From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 28 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. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Twenty Eight Joey Mitchell woke up alone in his own bed on Saturday morning. He was at a loss for what to do with his day, so he decided to call and see if Brandon or Alex, or maybe both of them, wanted to do something. He called Alex's house first. Alex's mother answered the phone, and after she told him that Alex was camping in the woods with Brandon behind their homes over the weekend, he thanked her and hung up the phone. Joey watched a little television, but got bored with that and tried amusing himself with his X-Box games for a little while. He didn't really want to spend the day alone though. He knew the trails that ran through the woods behind all their homes, and he knew where the clearing was where Brandon and Alex had set up their camp site before, as they had showed it to him when they had been playing in the woods together. He didn't really think of what he was doing as butting in on their weekend camping trip, though some might have. He would just rather spend the day with his two closest friends, and since he knew where they were... It would have been shorter just to ride his bike over to their houses than to ride down the trails that ran through the woods, but that was the route he chose. He didn't even realize himself that his decision was based on not wanting their parents to know he was joining them, but that's what it was. He was able to ride his bike all the way to their campsite; though at one point the trail was so narrow that it became somewhat difficult. When he got to the clearing where Brandon and Alex had set up their tent, his friends weren't there. There was a smoldering camp fire, and the flaps which made the door of the tent were open, revealing that the tent was unoccupied. He did notice that there were two piles of clothes in the tent, one on either side of the two sleeping bags which had been zipped together to form one larger one. There was a cooler at the far inside of the tent, and crawling inside to open it, Joey helped himself to a Mountain Dew. Joey sat next to a small, portable grill to wait for his friends to return while he sipped the soda. He only had to wait about fifteen minutes before he heard his friends approaching, coming down the same trail he had used earlier. They were startled when they came into their camp and saw him sitting there, and as they were both still wearing only shoes, on reflex covered themselves momentarily. When they saw that it Joey, they relaxed and let their hands return to their sides. Both Brandon and Alex grinned at him and greeted him. It almost seemed that they were taking a little perverse pleasure in the look of shock on his face to discover that they were walking around the woods in the nude. "Hey dude, what's up?" Alex said. "Yeah," Brandon continued. "What are you doing out here?" The way his two friends seemed to always complete each other's statements and thoughts had always been a mystery to him. He did however think it was sort of cute. It really made them seem like the perfect couple. He was one of the few people who knew the truth about that. "I just didn't want to spend the day alone, and when I talked to Alex's mother on the phone earlier she told me you guys were camping out back here this weekend. I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out for a while or... something." Joey was pretty sure they would pick up on what the 'something' was. "It looks like you're already 'hanging out' about as much as you can though," he added, giggling a little. "There's plenty of room in the tent," Alex started. "And we have plenty of food." "So why don't you check with your mom and see if you can spend the rest of the weekend with us?" Brandon finished. Joey definitely liked that idea, and he was pretty sure that his mother would approve. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, flipped it opened and hit the speed dial for his mother. When Joey asked if it would be alright if he spent the rest of the weekend camping with his friends, she agreed with very little resistance. "Looks like there are going to be three for the rest of the weekend," he told them, smiling after he flipped the phone closed. Brandon and Alex looked from Joey to each other and said "Cool" in unison. "Um, there's one little rule though," Brandon said. "What's that?" Joey asked, slightly apprehensively. "You're only allowed to wear shoes," Alex said, "nothing more until we break camp." Joey nodded his agreement, then stood and stripped off his clothing. When he was finished, he took the discarded garments and threw them into the tent. He turned and asked his friends, "Well, what are we going to do now?" "Swim," Brandon and Alex answered again as one. Joey knew exactly where they were talking about going swimming. It would be about a thirty minute walk through the woods to where a stream widened out into a pool that was large and deep enough to swim in. Then he realized they intended to walk to the far side of the woods dressed - or rather undressed - just as they were. To get to the swimming hole, they would have to pass through a fairly well traveled area where Abby Park bordered the edge of the woods. This made Joey just a little nervous, and he said so. "We've done this a lot," Brandon said, "and no one has ever caught us." "Well almost never," Alex added, reminding Brandon about the previous afternoon when they had been caught watching Bobby and Michael having sex at the old pavilion. When Joey asked what Alex had meant about 'almost never,' Brandon told him they would tell him the story on the way to swim. * * * Steven and Carson got to the beach at about ten o'clock Saturday morning. They had waited until the sheets had finished washing and were in the dryer before they left Steven's house. They got to the beach and locked their bicycles to a post that was part of the wooden railing that ran along the beach edge of the boardwalk. They were both wearing a pair of Steven's boardie shorts, t-shirts and flip-flop sandals. They spread their beach towels out on the sand, stripped off their shirts and kicked the flip-flops off their feet. It wasn't too crowded yet on the beach, and they alternated between spending time playing in the water, walking along the beach and just lying on their towels sunning themselves. At noon they walked up to the boardwalk and each got a couple slices of pizza and a coke from one of the vendors. When they had finished their lunch, they returned to where their towels were laid out on the sand to sun themselves some more. The main tourist season was long since over now that school had started, so there were only locals and a few older vacationers without kids on the beach. Not long after they had finished lunch though, some other boys around their age came out on the beach near where Steven and Carson were laying out on their towels. While a two of them started marking off boundaries around one of the volleyball nets that were set up along the beach another pair of boys came over and asked Steven and Carson if they wanted to join the game that was about to start. Steven and Carson glanced at each other and nodded. Being active would be better than just laying there on the beach - especially after lunch; it wouldn't be good to fall asleep in the sun. Steven and Carson introduced themselves and joined the six other boys, who they learned were from the Catholic high school, St. Pius, in a volleyball game. A short time later they saw two other boys coming out onto the beach. They knew one very well both from school and the club their families belonged to. They recognized the boy who was with him from the club, but they didn't know who he was by name. One of the other boys they were playing with did though and called out to him. "Doug!" he shouted. He waved at them to come over. He invited them to join the game, and stripping off their shirts, one of them stepped into position on each side of the net. Carson was standing directly opposite Doug, and he couldn't help thinking how cute the boy's smile was. Especially his dimples when he smiled. He was one of the few people who knew the truth about Kyle Praegler. Carson found himself wondering if this boy might be the one Kyle had told Steven and himself about - the one he had a date with the previous evening. The boys played for about an hour, until the six other boys from St. Pius had to leave. When they did, the four remaining boys went to where Steven and Carson's towels were spread out on the sand and sat down. Kyle introduced Doug to his friends and they talked for a few minutes getting to know one another. They had all worked up a sweat in the volleyball game, and Steven suggested that they take a swim to cool off. While they all agreed that a nice dip in the water sounded like a good idea, Doug, Kyle's new friend suggested that they go to swim in the pool at his house. Doug told them was only a couple blocks from where they were at the beach. He explained that he didn't like to swim in the ocean. There were two reasons for this - one was the 'icky' feeling that swimming in salt water left on his skin. The other was that he didn't like swimming in water where there were big things that liked to eat you for lunch. Kyle didn't need convincing, he was sort of eager to see where Doug lived. Steven and Carson traded glances and nodded at each other, agreeing that a nearby pool sounded like a good idea to them. They gathered their things, and then retrieved their bicycles from where they had been chained up. Steven and Carson rode slightly behind Kyle and Doug as they pedaled toward Doug's house. Steven looked over at Carson as they rode and asked, "Think that's him?" in reference to Doug - and the fact that he and Carson knew Kyle had a date with a guy the previous evening. "That's exactly what I was thinking," Carson quietly answered back. "Who else could it be?" They rode past a lake, and then turned onto another side street. Half a block from there, Doug led them into the driveway of a house on the right side of the street. It backed up to one shore of the lake they had passed a few minutes before. Doug punched the code into a keypad next to the garage door and the double door slid up into the ceiling. They left their bikes in the otherwise empty garage and went into the house. They found themselves in the kitchen first, then passed through a comfortable looking family room and out onto a redwood deck. Just off the deck there was a concrete pad that surrounded an oval shaped swimming pool that measured about fifteen by thirty feet. About forty feet of back yard sloped down to the shoreline of the lake behind the house. A couple small trees offered a little shade in the far end of the yard toward the lake. There was a berm that ran down the center of the lake from west to east that nearly ran its entire length and was dotted with small trees. A family of mallard ducks was swimming just off the bank at the edge of Doug's yard. The only thing that detracted from the beauty of the setting was two alligators sunning themselves on the strip of land running down the middle of the lake. "This is a nice place," Kyle said to Doug as he admired the back yard. "Yeah," Carson added. "It really is nice." Steven, more the realist added, "Except for the 'gators. They won't come mess with us will they?" Doug chuckled a little and said "As long as you stay out of the lake they won't bother you. My dad is always worried that they're going to eat his ducks though." "Eat his ducks?" Kyle asked. "Yeah," Doug said, indicating the family of mallards swimming in the lake. "He's sort of adopted them. They'll probably be up here begging for food before too long. The father will actually come up on the deck and peck at your legs, but the little ones can't get onto the deck yet and the mother stays with them. Enough about the ducks though, let's get in the pool." None of the boys had put their shirts back on for the bike ride to Doug's house, so all they had to do was kick off their flip-flops and jump into the pool. It wasn't really deep enough to dive into, but it was certainly large enough for the four fifteen year olds to amuse themselves and play in. They splashed around in the water for a while until Carson finally couldn't stand it any longer and just blurted out the question, "So Kyle, was it Doug who you went out with last night?" They say that silence can be loud. In this case it was nearly deafening. Finally it was Doug who broke the silence though, "Yeah, Kyle and I went out last night, why?" "Um, er, I uh... I was just wondering," Carson stuttered. "Kyle told us that he was going out with a, um, a new friend." Doug cast a sideways glance at Kyle, who shrugged in reply before saying "I just told them we were going to hang out together." * * * It was about quarter to eleven when the movie ended. Bobby and Michael put their swimming gear in a tote bag. Bobby noticed that Michael hadn't taken any towels and asked about this. Michael told him that the club supplied them, so that wouldn't be necessary. It took only slightly less than ten minutes for them to reach the Hill's home to pick up Billy for his first swimming lesson. Michael waited in the car while Bobby went up to the house to collect his student. He went inside to meet Billy Thompson for the first time. Rosemary Hill called upstairs for Billy and a moment later he came bounding down the stairs dressed only in a green Speedo swimsuit with a towel draped over his shoulders. He seemed a little surprised that his swimming instructor was dressed in a pair of white linen shorts, a red Polo shirt and white leather tennis shoes. Bobby explained to him that while normally the way he was attired would be perfect for their lessons, today they would be going to a friend's club and he'd need to be dressed similarly to the way Bobby was to go through to the pool's changing area and then later when they went to the dining room for lunch. Bobby also told him what Michael had said about the club supplying the towels and that he wouldn't need to bring his own. Billy looked at Rosemary, who smiled and told him to go get changed and take his swimming things along in a backpack. Thinking that was an entire backpack was a little excessive for the tiny Speedo, Bobby told him to just carry it along with him and they could put it into the bag with his and Michael's things. Bobby watched the boy as he ran back up the stairs to change. He couldn't help thinking how cute the young boy was with his blonde hair and bright blue eyes. While he was upstairs changing, Bobby asked the Hills how old Billy was, and was surprised to hear that he was thirteen. Bobby could have been certain from his looks that he wasn't more than probably eleven. A few minutes later, Billy ran back down the stairs, now dressed in a pair of white cotton shorts and blue polo shirt. He was carrying the little green bathing suit. His bright white tennis shoes looked as if they could have been brand new. Of course Bobby had no idea that all of Billy's clothes were in fact only a few days old. Bobby took Billy out to the car where Michael was waiting. Michael had put the Mustang's convertible top down while he was waiting for Bobby to come back out with their charge. Billy crawled into the back and Bobby got into the front passenger seat next to Michael. Bobby suggested that Billy put his swimming suit into the bag with their things that was next to him on the back seat of the car, which he did. "Cool car!" Billy exclaimed as they backed out of the driveway. "What year is it?" he asked. "It's a '73," Michael told him. "It's really nice, it looks like it could be brand new," Billy said. Michael turned and looked over his shoulder for a second, flashing a smile at Billy. "Thanks," Michael said. "It really is my pride and joy..." It was true - Michael kept the car in immaculate shape and washed and waxed it regularly. Michael had almost added, 'next to Bobby,' but stopped himself just in time. Billy really enjoyed the feeling of riding in the convertible with the top down as they drove to Michael's family's club. It took them about half an hour to get there as it was quite a way away from where the boys lived. When they drove through the massive gate at the entrance to the club, Billy and Bobby were both very impressed. The guard at the gate recognized Michael's car (it was a rather unique and distinctive vehicle) and waved them through without bothering to check for Michael's membership card. The grounds were extensive, and Michael commented casually that there were two championship golf courses, one on either side of the road they were driving up as they approached the main clubhouse. Bobby and Billy both expected Michael to pull into the parking lot there, but he kept on driving. They passed by tennis courts that were adjacent to the clubhouse and soon approached a small complex of buildings behind which they were able to see a large swimming pool. Michael pulled into a large but nearly deserted parking area. He stopped the car in front of a building with a large brass placard next to the smoked glass door that announced "Men's Changing Facility." There was an identical structure next to it that must have been the women's changing area. Another building farther down gave the appearance of being the maintenance and equipment area. Michael turned the ignition off and the boys all climbed out of the car. Michael held the door open for them, then took the lead again as they walked into the building. They entered through a deserted reception area, but Michael stopped at the reception desk to sign them into a ledger that was located there anyway. Once he had done that, Michael led them down a wide hallway to the locker room. There was no one else in the locker room either. Michael explained that this pool was only used for people to practice swimming laps or when the club held or competed in competitions, so it was unlikely that they would see anyone else here today. Michael had grabbed the bag from the back seat of the car when they got out, and now set it down on a bench in front of a row of unoccupied lockers. Many of them had cards on them indicating who they belonged to, which seemed to indicate that a substantial number of the club's members were lap swimmers. Michael told them that the club had its own team which competed regularly in competitions with other such country clubs. Michael unzipped the bag and pulled their swimming suits out, one at a time. The first was Billy's, being on top, and he tossed it to the boy. Then he pulled a similar suit out that belonged to Bobby and tossed it over as well. Once he had done that, Michael sat down on the bench and started unlacing his shoes. Bobby and Michael were both used to changing in front of other boys, but Billy wasn't. The only time he had been naked around other boys was in the juvenile detention facility he had just recently been released from. That had not been voluntary. He had to go naked into the communal showers with a mass of other boys. Then he had been forced to strip to have sex with the twins he had been in the cell with. He wasn't sure about this - changing in front of these other two older boys who he didn't know. They didn't seem to have a problem changing in front of each other - and after all, this was totally different than it had been with Ron and Jonathan. These two boys were being nice to him. That was something else he wasn't really used to either - people being nice to him. Until he had come to live with Stan and Rosemary no one really had before. Billy wiped away a tear that had formed at the corner of his eye as he found himself thinking that it would last. Finally he got past it and sat down on the bench to start taking off his shoes. When he got them off and looked up, Bobby and Michael were both standing, already changed. Bobby was in a dark blue Speedo, similar to the green one he had brought. Michael was in a pair of long board shorts which were mostly yellow, trimmed in blue and white. Michael seemed to pick up on the fact that Billy was a little nervous to be changing in front of them. He pointed the way toward the poolside exit and told Billy that they would get him a towel on their way out. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and led him out to the pool. This suited Bobby as he wanted to get a couple laps in before Billy's first swimming lesson started. When he and Bobby got to the pool, Michael dropped the three towels he ad taken from the rack and dropped them on a chair next to the lounge he lay down on. Bobby dove into the pool and surfaced, cutting cleanly through the water a moment later. He had made one and a half full laps of the Olympic size pool before Billy came out of the locker room onto the pool deck. Michael told him that Bobby was going to swim a few laps before starting the lesson, so Billy sat, dangling his legs in the water the next lane over. Bobby swam three laps down the length of the pool and back before he stopped. He climbed out and told Michael, "I really love this pool. I've got to come back here again." Then he turned to Billy, "Are you ready for your first lesson now?" Billy certainly was ready - he jumped up, not really knowing what to do and stood by the edge of the pool next to where Bobby was standing in the shallow water, where it was three feet deep. "Well come on, get in the water," Bobby told him. "Just jump on in, you can stand up, the water won't be over your head here." Billy hesitated for a couple moments, but then jumped awkwardly into the water. He didn't jump straight in, so he didn't hit the bottom with his feet as he entered the pool. This caused him to panic a little, and he started to thrash around in the water. Bobby moved forward quickly though, grabbing the boy and pulling his head up above the water. By reflex alone, Billy grabbed him and hugged himself tightly to Bobby, putting the side of his head against Bobby's chest as he did. Bobby hugged the younger boy into him, reassuring him that he was alright. After just a couple seconds Billy realized that he was standing on the bottom of the pool with his head above water and let go of Bobby. He stepped back just a little and saw that Michael had jumped into the pool with them and was also standing beside them now in the water. Michael put his arm around Billy and told him, "Don't worry little buddy, Bobby won't let you drown." Then Michael took his arm away and moved away, pulling himself out of the pool. Bobby pulled Billy back over toward him and said, "Come on. First you need to learn to float..." * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed 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.