Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2007 11:33:20 -0400 From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 29 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 Nine As Brandon, Alex and Joey walked through the woods; Brandon and Alex took turns telling Joey the story about what had happened the day before when they had caught Michael and Bobby having sex at the old pavilion. They didn't mention who it was by name. Joey listened, fascinated, as they told him what had happened. When they got to the part about getting caught watching and then falling all over each other, his reaction was "Damn! That must have been SO embarrassing." Neither Brandon nor Alex was sure if he meant for them or Michael and Bobby, and they didn't ask. It had been very embarrassing for them, and they could tell it had been for Bobby as well. Michael had only seemed mad. He hadn't even covered himself like everyone else had. Well, not until he got dressed anyway, and he had certainly had something worth covering. Brandon and Alex had stopped telling the story at the point where they had been caught watching, but Joey wasn't satisfied with that. He pressed them to continue telling him what had happened. "There isn't really that much more to tell," Alex said. "They talked to us for a few minutes, and then they got dressed and left." Joey felt this was a little anticlimactic and told them so, "Damn, I was hoping you were going to tell me that you all got it on together. That would have been hot!" "Dude, you're twisted," Brandon said. "Yeah, you're a perverted little slut," Alex added. "I'm not the one who came up with the idea of running around naked in the woods all weekend," Joey shot back. "No, but you're doing it," Brandon said. "And from the looks of things you're enjoying it too," Alex finished, grabbing at Joey's semi-hard dick. Joey slapped Alex's hand away, but smiled at him, letting him know that he wasn't actually upset. When they got to the swimming hole, all three boys hung their towels on tree branches, kicked their shoes off and jumped into the cool, clear water. They splashed and played for nearly an hour before climbing up onto a large flat rock at the far edge of the pool from the trail they had walked down to get here. They sat, talking about nothing in particular. Suddenly their attention was captured by the sounds of bicycles sliding to a stop on the trail on the other side of the pool. To say that they were startled was an understatement. It was three boys from their class at school - Kelly Tucker and with him were Chris and Riley Jensen. Kelly was a slight boy with dark hair and a fair complexion. His eyes were nearly a remarkable golden color, something that Joey had certainly noticed. In fact he had a huge crush on Kelly. Chris and Riley were identical twins with sandy colored hair and piercing blue eyes. The three newcomers were all wearing board shorts, t-shirts and sneakers. Each also had a towel draped around the back of their necks, making it apparent that they too were here to swim. Kelly reached out and punched one of the twins lightly on the arm. "See, I told you that people go skinny-dipping here. You two are such chicken shits!" Joey, Brandon and Alex were all sitting with their legs pulled up, so they weren't really on display for the other boys so to speak. Still, it was evident to the three boys who just arrived that they were naked. "So how's the water?" Kelly asked them as he stepped off his bike and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Joey let out a slight gasp as Kelly's shirt came over his head, and then answered "Cold, but nice." Kelly had a good build for a fourteen year old, and there was definitely a six pack developing. Brandon, who was sitting between Joey and Alex on the rock, heard his intake of breath. He didn't say anything about it, but he was pretty sure what it meant. Clearly, Joey had a crush on the Tucker boy. He was cute; there was no doubt about that. 'Maybe we can get him and Kelly to hook up,' he thought. 'Joey sure seems interested.' The problem was that Brandon was sure Kelly Tucker was 100% straight. Kelly kicked off his shoes as the Jensen twins dropped their bikes on the ground, kicked off their shoes and pulled their shirts off. Chris and Riley had started walking across the grass toward the water, but Kelly hesitated, and then pulled at the string to untie the waist of his shorts. The brothers stopped abruptly and looked back at Kelly when they heard the Velcro fly on his shorts rip open. "What the hell are you doing?" they asked together as Kelly dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. "Skinny dipping, you couple chicken shits. What does it look like?" Kelly answered, repeating his earlier insult. "You're crazy," Chris told him. "Why?" Kelly asked. "They're already doing it, and it's just us guys. What's the big deal?" Riley Jensen, always the bolder of the twins, was already following Kelly's lead, and when Chris saw this, he hesitated, shrugged and dropped his shorts off as well. When Joey saw the boy he had the crush on dropping his shorts and the astounding sight of Riley's tackle and pubes on display, he felt his dick respond immediately. He knew what he needed to do to keep this already embarrassing situation from getting worse. Before his dick could fill out any more than it already had, he got up and jumped back into the cold water. * * * "So what did you guys do?" Carson asked, now that they had confirmation that it had been Doug that Kyle went out with the night before. "Stop being such a nosy little bitch!" Steven told him. "Like that's any of our business..." "What?" Carson asked, irritated. He didn't see anything wrong with asking their friend about the date he'd been on the night before - even here in front of the boy he had been with. Tactfulness was not necessarily one of Carson's stronger points. "I was just wondering what they did." Doug glanced over at Kyle, wondering exactly how much he had told them about their developing relationship, and how much was it safe to tell them? Would they accept that their friend was in a gay relationship with him? Doug decided simply to defer to Kyle to answer their questions. He glanced over at Kyle and shrugged, as if to tell him that he should handle this, so Kyle did. "We went out and had a really nice dinner," Kyle started. "Then we went to see a movie, and after the movie, Doug's mom came to pick us up and dropped me off at home." "What movie did you guys see? Was it any good?" Carson asked, prying further. As soon as the words left his lips, Steven jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow. "What was that for?" Carson said with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I told you, you're being a nosy little bitch, cut it out," Steven told him. That was the second time in the past couple moments that Steven had referred to Carson that way - "bitch." That wasn't something he was used to hearing guys call each other - not straight ones anyway. 'Could it be that these two friends of Kyle's are gay?' he wondered. "It was a comedy," Kyle offered. "It was great." He gave Doug a knowing smile as he said that. That smile wasn't lost on either Carson or Steven. Neither was the fact that Kyle had failed to mention by name what they had seen. "Yeah," Doug added. "It was excellent!" Oh course, neither Doug nor Kyle had paid any real attention at all to the movie. Kyle couldn't even remember the name of it. They of course were referring to the good time they had during the show rather than the movie itself. "So what did you see?" Carson prodded again. "Um, er, um..." Kyle stammered. "It was called 'You Kill Me,' that was what we saw," Doug suddenly shot back as he recalled the name of the movie they had gone to. Carson turned to Steven and said "We'll have to go see that one too," then turning to Doug, "what was it about?" Fortunately Doug remembered a little bit from the movie posters, plus the little bit of the movie he had actually seen, and gave a brief synopsis about the film about an alcoholic hit man from that. From what he said about the movie, Kyle was reminded of a few things from the movie as well. Between the two of them it seemed to Carson and Steven that they might have actually watched the movie. "It sounds kind of dark, but funny," Carson said. Steven was picking up on the building tension more than anyone else it seemed. He thought he should probably do something, anything to alleviate it. The best thing he could think of was to somehow let Doug know the truth about Carson and himself. He was sure his instincts were right and Doug and Kyle were 'together' in that sense of the word, or soon would be. He could tell by the way he had noticed them looking at each other. So he took a chance. Steven reached an arm around Carson and drew him in for a deep, passionate kiss right there in front of their friend and this other boy whom they barely knew. When Steven did this, he caught Carson a little by surprise, but Carson was very receptive. He opened his mouth, and accepted his boyfriend's tongue. Their mouths were mashed together for a good two minutes before they broke apart for air. When they did, Doug and Kyle were still a few feet apart from one another in the pool, both staring at the others. Kyle looked at Doug questioningly, and then started to move toward him. Doug also took a step toward Kyle, and they too shared a very passionate kiss in front of Steven and Carson. That put everything out in the open between them. After the boys had spent a little time on pool lounges getting some sun, Kyle got up and started back toward the pool. When he did, Doug got up behind him and yanked his shorts down. The draw string was tight enough that all he managed to expose was the cheeks of Kyle's ass in the back and his pubes in the front. He got them as far as he could with the one quick tug, and then turned to run the other way. Kyle spun around to chase after him, tugging his shorts back up over his butt as he did. All the running his football coach made them do paid off and it was only a few steps before he'd caught up with Kyle at the edge of the grass. Kyle managed to get Doug's shorts a little lower than his had been a moment before as he pulled him down onto the grass. "I think my baby needs a spanking," he said as he gained the advantage and pulled Doug over his lap. He gave Doug's bare buns a few quick slaps and was about to stop when he noticed that Doug's dick had started to respond. He could feel that it had hardened noticeably against his leg. Kyle gave Doug one more light swat on the butt and then rolled him over. "You like that, don't you?" he asked. "I sure think I did," Doug told him, quietly. "We'll have to try some more of that later. I have some other ideas to go along with it too." Steven and Carson weren't able to hear what Doug and Kyle were saying, but they both thought Kyle's spanking him was hilarious. Kyle released Doug, and he got up, pulling his pants back up as he did. Doug had gotten up just in time, as just after he walked onto the concrete pad that surrounded the pool, his mother came walking out onto the deck. "Doug dear," she called out, "you and your friends need to move your bicycles. Your father will be home soon. Will they be staying for dinner?" When Carson heard that question he freaked. He knew he needed to be home early, and "staying for dinner" was one of those key phrases that can let you know you're running late. When he asked Doug's mother what time it was, he found that he only had thirty minutes to get home and ready for dinner. Carson made his apologies and explained that he needed to get home. Steven said that he'd better get going as well, so when the boys went out to move their bikes from Doug's father's place in the garage, Steven and Carson rode off towards their homes. "So, are you staying?" Doug asked Kyle. "I'll have to call my parents to make sure it's okay," Kyle answered. "Ask them if you can stay over night," Doug suggested. "My 'rents are going out to a show tonight, and they won't be back until after midnight." After they had moved their bicycles, Kyle called home and got permission from his mother to spend the night at Doug's house. * * * The club's pool was heated, making the water warm and comfortable. Bobby held Billy up, first teaching him to float on his back. Bobby would gradually move his hands down, away from Billy, raising them back up to catch him if he started to go under. Once Billy had gotten the hang of that, Bobby convinced him to turn over and try floating on his stomach. Billy didn't want to put his face into the water at first, but Bobby showed him how to hold his breath and turn his head when he needed air. As he held Billy up in the water, Bobby found the touch of Billy's smooth, warm skin erotic as he held him in the pool. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't keep his dick from becoming hard. Fortunately, because he was standing nearly chest deep in the pool, it was not apparent that the tip of Bobby's dick had actually managed to peek out through the top of his Speedo. He desperately wanted to adjust himself, not only for his own comfort but also to make sure that Billy didn't realize his condition. Fortunately Billy wasn't yet ready to try opening his eyes underwater, so that secret was safe for the moment. It was half past noon when they finally decided to call the swimming lesson finished and went back into the locker room to shower and change for lunch. Bobby told them that he wanted to have a couple more laps real quick, mainly to get the swelling in his groin to recede. Much to his chagrin, Michael and Billy told him they would wait for him by the pool. Fortunately by the time he had made his way to the far end of the pool and back two times, Bobby's erection had subsided to the point that he felt he could get out of the pool without embarrassment. As they came into the locker room, the boys all dropped their towels from the pool into a bin and pulled fresh ones from a shelf inside. They went to the lockers they were using and stripped off their bathing suits before wrapping towels around their waists. Billy and Bobby followed Michael to the shower area. In a club as large and fancy as this one, they had expected private stalls in which to wash, but what they found was a large, communal shower room with showerheads along all four walls and also two support posts in the middle of the room. There was a liquid soap dispenser attached to the wall by each faucet. "The stuff they put in these is multi-purpose," Michael explained as he hung his towel on a hook and started one of the showerheads running to allow the water to warm up. "It's both soap and shampoo." Bobby and Billy started water running for themselves a few places apart from where Michael was, but didn't hang their towels up until they were ready to step under the spray. Bobby and Michael both glanced surreptitiously at Billy once or twice as they washed the chlorine from the pool off their bodies. They both noted that the only body hair on the boy was a small patch of blonde pubic hair above his penis. After they had showered and dressed back into their street clothes they put their wet swimsuits back into Michael's bag and drove up to the main clubhouse to eat lunch. They all ordered burgers and fries, and made small talk as they ate. Bobby made sure to tell Billy how well he thought he had done with his first lesson. Billy was excited to hear this, and they decided to set up a time for his next lesson when they dropped him off at home. Bobby went inside with Billy when they got there and they arranged for Bobby to come over and give Billy his second lesson after school on Monday. Billy wanted to have the lesson the following afternoon, on Sunday, but Rosemary Hill was quite firm about the fact that they would be busy all day. When Bobby left the house to rejoin Michael in the car, he found him standing next to the car with Stan Hill. The car's hood was up. They were looking at the engine. "There's nothing wrong with it is there?" Bobby asked as he came down onto the driveway next to them. Bobby was always afraid that the 34 year old car that Michael loved so much would break down because of its age, regardless of how well he kept it maintained. He feared the sheer age of the vehicle would eventually leave them stranded somewhere. Stan chuckled a little at Bobby's question. "Oh there's nothing wrong with this car," he told Bobby. "Michael was just showing it off to me. This is a 351 Cleveland - one of the best engines that Ford ever produced. I'd rather have this engine in my Lincoln than the one they put into it last year. I must confess that I'm surprised to see it in this car though." "I can explain that to you sir," Michael said politely. "The guy who had it before me rebuilds old muscle cars for a hobby. The body and frame are a '73, but the engine is a '72. He rebuilt the whole thing from the ground up and the engine has been balanced and blueprinted. They cut back the horsepower in '73 you know." 'Great,' Bobby thought. 'The engine is even older than the rest of the car.' Other than that he hadn't understood a thing either one of them had just said. Michael and Stan obviously shared a fascination with old cars, but that wasn't something in which Bobby was particularly interested. "You certainly keep it very clean, engine and everything," Mr. Hill complimented Michael. "I'm certainly very impressed with it. You must have paid a fortune for it." "I'm sure I would have, but it was a birthday present from my parents when I turned sixteen." Stan Hill patted Michael's shoulder as Michael shut the hood of the car. "You know, I had one of these when they were new. They cost around three thousand dollars at the time. I'll bet this one is worth better than ten times that right now. It's a beautiful car - I hope you'll keep taking such good care of it." "Thank you sir, I will," Michael said as he got into the car and started the engine. Bobby climbed in next to him and Michael backed the car out of the driveway. "So what do you want to do now, Bobby, Bobby Connor?" Michael asked as he stopped the car to shift into first gear. Bobby giggled a little. "You haven't called me that for a long time. I don't know, maybe we could go to the park and grope each other on the grass like we did the day we met?" "I don't know if that would work or not," Michael said, thinking back to that day in Abby Park. "We both had elastic waistbands that day. Neither of us does today, that's going to make things a little harder." "We can leave our underwear in the car and reach in through the leg holes," Bobby suggested. He was still quite horny after their interrupted sexual encounter in the woods the day before. He really wanted to finish that up. "I think I've had enough of sex in public places lately," Michael told him. "Think anyone is home at your house?" Michael's question answered itself a moment later as they passed Bobby's house and saw two strange cars in the driveway. They were both expensive foreign sports cars, neither of which Bobby recognized. Whether he had recognized them or not though, that certainly put an end to the thought that they might be able to use Bobby's house. Disappointed, Michael continued the drive toward his own home, perhaps pressing down a little harder on the gas pedal than he should have. The powerful engine roared, and the car jumped as Michael shifted gears, speeding off down the street. * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net (I will answer all e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while sometimes), 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.