Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 11:04:30 -0400 From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 30 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 Thirty Once Kelly Tucker had dropped his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them, he strutted confidently toward the pool where Brandon, Alex and Joey had been swimming. He caught a brief glimpse of Joey's equipment as he reentered the water and noted to himself that Joey looked like he was starting to sport wood. But Kelly didn't think this was odd. He knew by personal experience how unpredictable a fourteen-year-old penis could be. He was quite aware that it would become hard for little or no reason and at the most inconvenient of times, as if with a mind of its own. Kelly wasn't interested in that - his sexual inclinations were solely for females. That didn't keep him from checking out other guys, but when he did it was to compare where he stood size-wise with his peers. Kelly always made sure to be very discrete when he checked out his "competition" so that he wouldn't be noticed - he wasn't gay and didn't want to be labeled a 'fag.' He considered that this was probably the worst thing that could happen at his age. He knew that it could very easily lead to being ostracized by most, if not all of his friends. Kelly had also jacked off with some of his friends - the Jensen brothers who were with him now among them. They had been looking at the collection of Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler magazines that he had found in his father's basement when they did it. He jumped into the cool, clear water. It felt good to Kelly after riding his bike in the late summer heat. Joey hadn't been kidding about the water being cold. He could swear he could feel his genitals pulling up inside him right after he had jumped in. He reached down, quickly checking, and indeed he was drawn up tight. Brandon and Alex watched the Jensen twins as they walked toward the water, far less confidently than Kelly Tucker had. They were trying to imitate Kelly's bravado, but it was clear they were uneasy to be skinny-dipping here, in a semi-public place as they walked across the grass. Their eyes were moving uneasily around, examining their surroundings as if they expected someone to jump out of the bushes at them any moment. The twins were physically identical as far as the very interested Brandon and Alex were able to tell, from their vantage point on the far side of the pond. They looked at each other with a secret grin, reading each other’s mind. Alex took particular note of the small patches of light brown, almost blonde pubic hair above their genitals. “How about having sex with them!?” Brandon sniggered. “Think they’d cum at the same time?’ “Yeah, imagine screwing your twin brother,” Alex whispered. “How weird would that be, like fucking yourself!” The twins jumped into the pool and joined Kelly and Joey swimming in the cold water. A few minutes later, Brandon and Alex joined the others as well. The six boys swam, splashed and played in the stream for about an hour. They got out and sat on the large, flat rock where Brandon, Joey and Alex had been sitting when the other three boys had arrived. They lay out on the warm granite getting some sun. It was starting to get later into the afternoon, and the boys all decided that it was about time for them to leave. They swam back across the pool, climbed up the bank on the other side and toweled themselves dry. Kelly and the Jensen twins started putting their clothes back on once they were dry - something the other three boys couldn't do. They realized this might raise some comment, so once they had their shoes on; they wrapped their towels around themselves. They hoped their friends wouldn't take note of what they had done. Once their friends had ridden off down the trail on their bicycles, Brandon, Alex and Joey followed them. None of the other boys had mentioned noticing that the only clothes they had with them were their shoes before they left. It was a few minutes after they rode off through the woods, leaving the other boys behind them when Kelly stopped his bike. The brothers stopped next to him and he turned and asked, "Did you guys notice that they all only had with them was towels and shoes - but no other clothes?" The twins looked at each other for a moment, as if communicating telepathically, and then they turned back to Kelly. "You know, you're right," Riley said. ”Yeah," Chris continued. "But why would they be running around in the woods in just shoes? I mean, I guess I can understand the skinny dipping, that really felt cool, but running around naked?" "Who knows?" Kelly said. "Maybe running around nudie outdoors like that feels as good as swimming that way does." Chris, ever the more cautious of the twin brothers followed Kelly's observation with "Forget it - Skinny dipping is one thing, but there's no way you're getting us to run around in the woods like a couple nudists." That wasn't really what Kelly had in mind when he made his statement. But Chris' response gave him cause to think - what would it be like to be able to run around free and naked in the woods? "Moron, that isn't what I meant," Kelly said, but what he was thinking was quite different. Riley brought up a better point - "But they sure couldn't have left home that way, where do you think they left the rest of the clothes?" His question was met with shrugs from his brother and their friend, who then did something completely unexpected. Kelly dropped his bicycle to the ground, stepping off of it and once again dropped his boardie shorts, pulling them off over his shoes and then picking his bike back up. He draped the shorts over his handlebars and rode off down the trail, his equipment flapping in the breeze as he did, and a huge grin fixed on his face. Chris and Riley looked at each other and shook their heads. Even Riley wasn't going to be so daring as to try this sort of boldness. They took off after him, pedaling quickly down the trail. Kelly didn't stop until he was already in sight of the houses along the edge of the woods near their neighborhood. It was there that the twins finally caught up to him as he was pulling his shorts back on over his naked butt. - - - Joey, Brandon and Alex walked back to their campsite at a leisurely pace. They kept their towels wrapped around their waists until they got there, the encounter with their friends from school having them a little on edge. Only once back at the camp, did they remove the towels and hang them up to dry. Brandon got the little camp grill going while Joey and Alex got some burgers, buns and condiments from the cooler. Alex's mother had also packed them some potato salad, and after they had finished eating they gathered their trash together and put it in the fire ring. They would use it later to get their fire started. For the time being, after the long afternoon swimming and with their bellies filled, they settled into the tent for a nap. They kicked off their shoes before going into the tent, and then lay down on top of the sleeping bags which Brandon and Alex had previously zipped together. They snuggled up together, Brandon in the middle. They lay together in the tent not in a sexual way, but a comforting one. It was dusk when Brandon awoke and stirred, waking up his two companions as they were still all cuddled together. Since it was the beginning of fall, there was a slight chill in the air - at least there was if you were running around the woods naked. They got their fire going and sat around it, enjoying its warmth. As is often the case when young boys are sitting around a campfire at night, the topic soon turned to ghost stories. Joey's attention was captured mainly by the sight of Alex's soft, uncut penis, which he recently found so fascinating, rather more so than the scary tales his friends were telling. Then suddenly it was his turn, and he was caught staring. "You like what my boyfriend is packing do you?" Brandon asked him, snapping Joey out of his daydream. Alex smiled at this comment; it made him feel good to hear Brandon refer to him as his boyfriend. It didn't happen often enough, and they both knew why it couldn't. They also stayed aware to be careful where they were when comments like that were made and who was in earshot when they did. Alex found himself wishing that his parents were as accepting as Brandon's were. He really didn't like keeping secrets from them, but this was one skeleton that would have to remain in his closet where his mother and father were concerned. "Huh?" Joey asked, looking over at Brandon. Brandon motioned toward Joey's half hard cock and said "It's either what you were staring at that has you excited or you get turned on by cheesy, old ghost stories." Joey blushed deeply enough that it was even apparent in the light of the fire. "I wasn't staring at anything," Joey said. "That isn't any kind of nothing you were staring at," Brandon admonished him. "You can trust me on that!" This statement got Alex blushing as deeply as Joey had been just a moment before. Without even thinking about what was coming out of his mouth, Joey uttered "Yeah, and I'd really like to find out for myself." Alex glanced at Brandon who shrugged at him. He wasn't really crazy about the idea of continuing to share his boyfriend, even with this close friend of theirs, but they had done it once already. Not only that, but they had asked Joey to join them in their 'naked camping weekend.' He supposed he knew at the time what was going to happen when Alex had extended the invitation, even though he completely went along with it. He wished they could find their friend a boyfriend of his own. 'It's too bad I know Kelly Tucker is completely straight,' he thought, 'because I know Joey's definitely interested in him.' "So," Alex prodded Joey, "it's your turn to tell a story now." "I don't think I know any," Joey said. "Come on," Brandon said. "You have to know at least one. Everyone does." Joey thought for a few minutes, and then came up with a tired, old story about a lady searching for her golden arm. But even though they all knew the story well, when he reached the end, Brandon and Alex both still jumped. Then all three of them broke out in a fit of laughter. Once they had regained their composure, Brandon and Alex glanced at each other, seeming to communicate telepathically as they often did. They nodded at each other before getting up and each offered a hand to Joey. He reached out, taking one of their hands in each of his and allowed them to lead him into the tent. While Brandon zipped the tent flaps closed, Joey lay face down on the sleeping bags and Alex retrieved their bottle of lotion that they had brought along to use as lubricant. "I'm wondering if it's going to feel any different inside me because you've still got all your skin," Joey turned his head and said to Alex as his friend moved in beside him. "No, it isn't," Alex told him, knowing from personal experience that the only difference between Paolo and Brandon had been their size, and also of course their technique. "Are you sure?" Joey asked. "How do you know?" "I've had both," Alex confided. "My cousin Paolo used to give us, um... lessons and he wasn't cut either." "So Brandon has never had a cut cock?" Joey asked. Brandon answered that question, saying "No, I haven't." "Ever been curious what it would be like?" Joey asked, thinking about what else they might do that night. He knew he liked being a bottom, but just as he was curious about taking the top position as he was about the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised penises. "Not really," Brandon answered, and it was true, he hadn't. He looked questioningly at Alex, who nodded at him affirmatively, then added "I suppose we could give it a try just to make sure later if you want." Joey cooed a gentle yes as Alex's fingers first touched him, applying the first of the lotion. He then felt more hands working on his backside, preparing him for what was about to happen, as Brandon joined in as well. * * * Carson and Steven rode as far as they could toward their homes together, pedaling as fast as they were able due to Carson's early curfew for dinner. They split apart finally and Carson made it home, sweating profusely, at 5:15 - a mere fifteen minutes before his mother expected him to be ready for whatever she had planned for dinner. There was a black Lincoln Navigator he didn’t recognize parked in the driveway when he arrived and slid his bike to a stop. He correctly guessed that this vehicle had something to do with his mother’s dinner plans, but couldn't figure out quite what. He knew what all her friends' cars looked like. 'Maybe this belongs to the guy she went on the date with and brought home with her last night,' he thought. 'One dinner date and she brings him home and screws him, now I have to go to dinner with him...' Carson didn't like the way he saw this heading. Since his parents divorced he was used to having his mother to himself. He walked the bicycle into the garage and leaned it against the wall, then raced into the house through the kitchen. As he hurried through the family room on his way upstairs to his room, Carson was stopped by his mother. "I told you I wanted you to be ready by 5:30," she admonished him. "I will be, if you quit holding me up," Carson retorted, crossly. "All I need to do is take a quick shower and get dressed." "The first thing you need to do is watch your tone with me, young man," his mother rebuked. "Now hurry upstairs and get ready. When you get dressed, make sure you put on a tie, we're going to a nice place to eat with a friend." Carson didn't see anyone readily evident in their home, but he was sure whomever it was must be here somewhere. Carson accepted his mother's censure without further comment, assuring her that he would be ready to go in fifteen minutes, and then hurried upstairs. When he came back down to the family room just slightly more than fifteen minutes later he was dressed in a pair of khaki slacks, brown loafers and a light blue button down shirt with the most awful looking bright yellow tie you have ever seen. There was a man he recognized, but couldn't quite place, seated in one of the two lounge chairs in the family room. His mother was seating on the loveseat next to his chair. His mother was dressed in a stunning black evening dress with a modest and tasteful string of pearls around her neck. A small black clutch purse was next to her on the loveseat. The man in the chair next to her was dressed in a conservative, black pinstripe suit with a white shirt and deep red tie. Carson's mother stood as he entered the room, turning to him saying, "My, don't you look nice? You remember Dr. Bloomfield don't you? He's the one who fixed you up at the hospital after your little … um, incident at school the other day." Dr. Bloomfield stepped forward to shake hands with Carson, who reluctantly offered his to the doctor. "Yeah, I knew I recognized him, I just wasn't sure where it was from," Carson said. "So this is who you had dinner and spent the night with?" he added with a surly quality to his voice. "It's very nice to see you again Carson, you look much better than the last time I saw you," Dr. Bloomfield said, much more pleasantly than one would have thought given Carson's tone. "And yes, your mother and I did have dinner together last night," he added, ignoring Carson's comment about their sleeping together. "I guess I heal quickly," Carson said sarcastically. Barbara caught the tone in his voice and chided him to be nice. She decided to let Carson's comment about their spending the night together pass for the moment just as Dr. Bloomfield had, but she did resolve to have a talk with him about it later. She had only mentioned that he had come by the house after their date, not that he was spending the night. Her son wasn't stupid though. He had obviously put two and two together. She liked Dr. Bloomfield and hoped that their relationship would develop further. She also knew that he felt the same way. She also wanted to have a man around that her son could look up to - the sort of man his father could never be. Carson settled into the soft leather of the Navigator's back seat. This was definitely the top of the line model. There was a DVD player built into the back of each of the front seats, among other sophisticated electronics in the big SUV. The trip to the restaurant took them almost half and hour, by which time Carson was daydreaming and not paying attention to where they were going. When the SUV stopped, he looked up and saw they were at Ruth's Chris Steak House, probably the most expensive restaurant in town. Dr. Bloomfield had made reservations, so they were seated immediately at one of the better tables in a secluded corner of the restaurant. After looking over the menus, they each ordered Filet Mignon. Henry ordered the 12 oz with a baked potato and asparagus. Barbara chose the smaller, 8 oz size but otherwise duplicated Henry's order. Carson also chose the 8 oz filet and steak fries. He wasn't going to order a green vegetable, but prodding from his mother got him to order the broccoli au gratin. The three of them made small talk while they waited for their salads and drinks to arrive. Once the waitress had brought the salads, a coke for Carson and the bottle of red wine that Henry and Barbara would share, Barbara brought up the subject of what Carson and Steven had done the night before. "We watched a movie and played some video games," Carson told her. Obviously he wasn't going to tell her about the other things he and Steven had done, any more than she was likely to tell him about what she and Dr. Bloomfield had done after dinner the previous evening. "What movie did you watch?" Dr. Bloomfield asked, trying to be friendly and join the conversation. Carson's reaction showed a trace of guilt in his face before he answered - something his mother picked up on immediately. Carson answered honestly, saying "Latter Days." She figured she should press for some more information considering the look she had caught on her son's face a moment before. "I haven't ever heard of that one," she said. "What was it about?" Carson realized that he couldn't tell her exactly what the movie was about, and wished that he hadn't told her the name of what they had actually watched. He summarized the plot very briefly, only saying that it was about some young Mormons sent to pass out literature before one of them got in trouble and got sent away. "I haven't heard of it either, what theater is it playing in?" Dr. Bloomfield asked. "It sounds kind of interesting. Maybe your mother and I could go see it sometime." "Um, it wasn't in a theater," Carson said. "We watched it on DVD at Steven's house." At that, Carson's mother made a mental note to look up the movie and check it out. She had a strange but very maternal suspicion that there was something he wasn't telling her. She couldn't put her finger on quite what it was, but it registered as important. The rest of their dinner passed without incident, but Carson's attitude toward his mother and her date remained relatively short-tempered until they got home. He did enjoy the meal, but he wasn't quite enjoying all of the company. Dr. Bloomfield did seem to be a nice enough guy, but Carson didn't like the idea that he apparently now had to share his mother's affection with anyone else. After all, he had never had to do it since he could remember; effectively his father had been out of his life since he was four years old and his mother had not dated often. Dr. Bloomfield stayed for a while visiting with Carson's mother when he took them home after dinner. Carson went to his room while they talked and got online. None of his friends were on, so he decided to surf the net for a little while. When he got bored with that he decided to get a little studying done for his classes the following week. - - - Steven got home and took a shower to get the chlorine from Doug's pool off his body. He put on a fresh pair of boxers, went down to the kitchen and put one of the dinners his mother had left in the refrigerator for him in the oven to cook. He got online using his mother's computer at the little desk that was built into the cabinets between the kitchen and breakfast room while he waited for his dinner to cook. He browsed through some of the free porn web sites he had found, checking out the pictures of cute young guys in various states of dress and nudity. There was one site that he hit that even had video clips you could get previews of in the free section. Steven started one of the video clips. Then he lifted up slightly from his seat so he could slip his boxers down. He let them fall down his legs to his ankles and kicked them off under the desk. Steven started rubbing himself as he loaded video clip after video clip. He started with his smooth, tanned and unblemished chest, paying particular attention to the sensitive little circles that were his nipples. Then he slowly worked his way down to his stomach. Then he moved on to his genitals. He rubbed his balls with his left hand, rolling them around in their smooth, hairless sack squeezing them gently from time to time. His right hand was slowly stroking his dick, gradually bringing himself to a full erection. Steven got tired of clicking on the videos one by one as they finished playing after a mere two to three minutes each. To solve his problem, he downloaded four or five of the short video clips and loaded them into a play list so they would run back to back without stopping. He set the sequence running and leaned back in his chair, continuing to stroke himself with his right hand, and rub up and down his body, concentrating on the more sensitive spots with his left. The third clip started playing. This one was two eighteen year old Latin boys going at it doggie style and bareback. This clip started out as one boy was just beginning to push inside the other. Near the end of the clip the boy doing 'the deed' pulled out and started jacking himself, cumming all over the back of the other, mainly in the little valley between the cheeks of his ass. Once the top boy had nearly finished cumming, he stuck his dick back into the other boy and finished off. It was when the Latin boy made his reentry that Steven blew his load, spraying his semen up over his chest and stomach. He stopped the videos from running at that point and got up to clean himself off with a couple paper towels. As he was dropping the towels into the trash can, the timer went off letting him know it was time to take his dinner out of the oven. Putting his food on the counter for a moment to cool, he retrieved his boxers from under his mother's desk and put them back on. Then Steven sat down at the table to eat. When he was done, Steven went upstairs to his room and played a few video games on his PS-3. He'd had a fairly large dinner, and soon enough he found himself very sleepy. He decided to go ahead and hit the bed early, for lack of any better to do, set the sleep timer on his TV and settled back into his bed to go to sleep. In the kitchen, the screen saver had long since covered up the media player Steven had been using on his mother's computer to play the movies he downloaded from the porno web site, and he had forgotten all about it. * * * Kyle and Doug came back into the kitchen through the garage and told Doug's mother that Kyle had obtained permission from his parents to stay for dinner. Doug then asked if it would be alright for Kyle to spend the night with him as well. Doug's mother hesitated for a moment, saying she wasn't sure if that was a good idea, particularly since she and his father would be out for most of the evening. Doug whined enough finally to convince his mother it would be okay for his new friend to spend the night. His most convincing argument was that if Kyle were allowed to stay over, at least he wouldn't be alone while his parents were gone until the wee hours of the morning, turning her own objection against her. Doug's mother asked if Kyle needed to call and get his parents' okay to stay overnight. She seemed a little dismayed when she was told that he already had permission. She was used to the mind games her son played, and for reasons she could not even explain to herself, she continued to let him get away with them. There was something that told her that the way he could be so sly and manipulative would someday cause him lots of trouble. Dinner wasn't fancy at all. It consisted of a tuna casserole along with green beans, corn and a tossed salad. It was certainly filling and no one left the table hungry. The conversation was also entertaining. Doug's father was not only interested but impressed when he found out that Doug's new friend Kyle was the second string quarterback for his high school's football team as a mere sophomore. Doug's father also took the opportunity to brag about his son's prowess at his preferred sport - water polo. The three men at the table were having an enthusiastic after dinner discussion about various sports, and Doug's father was obviously very taken with Kyle. He certainly approved of his son's new friend and was glad that he was spending the night and would be providing some company for Doug while they were out. If he only knew what his son intended to do with Kyle they were gone... Doug's mother came back into the kitchen wearing an elegant red evening dress and matching shoes. She chastised her husband for not having gotten ready to go to the fund raiser they had tickets for that evening, so he went to their bedroom to get dressed. When he had gone, Doug and Kyle got up and started to clean up the kitchen. Kyle had volunteered them for this task when they had finished dinner so Doug's mother could get dressed for his parents' evening out. This had the effect of endearing Kyle to Doug's mother. She was very impressed with his manners, and hoped that some of them would rub off on her son. There was certainly go to be some rubbing going on once her and her husband left for the evening, but she certainly wouldn't have approved of that were she to have known about it. Doug's father came back into the kitchen dressed in a black tuxedo with a gold cummerbund. Doug and Kyle had just finished rinsing off the dishes from dinner and loading the dishwasher when he came in. "You boys will be alright here alone tonight won't you?" his father asked. "Come on Dad," Doug said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "We're fifteen years old. It's not like we're a couple of little kids." "I know, I know," Mr. Summers replied, shaking his head and rolling his eyes a little. "You two make sure to be on your best behavior tonight, and we'll see you in the morning after breakfast." "After breakfast?" Doug asked. "Yes," his father told him. "We've changed our plans a little. It's going to be late when this little soiree your mother and I are going to this evening is over, and I just thought it would be better if I booked us a room at the hotel where this thing is being held. Then we can have a nice leisurely breakfast and drive home in the morning." Doug and Kyle glanced at each other and exchanged a smile. This was working out even better than they had hoped. Doug's mother came back into the kitchen and his parents went out into the garage. A few minutes later they heard the garage door opening and a car engine starting. The car backed out of the garage and a moment later they heard the rumble of the door coming back down. Kyle was putting the leftovers into the refrigerator when the garage door closed. Once the reverberating noise of the door sliding closed had stopped, he felt Doug's arms wrap around his middle followed immediately by Doug's lips pressed against the back of his neck. Doug planted a couple brief kisses there, and then backed off, saying "It's just you and he now baby, all night long." Kyle turned around, pulling Doug into him and they shared another, proper kiss. "So what do you want to do first?" Doug asked. "Finish cleaning up the kitchen for your mom. We promised to do that you know." "You promised," Doug said, grinning. "You finish cleaning up; I need to get something ready for us." Kyle shook his head. "You little weasel," he said over his shoulder as Doug walked out of the kitchen. He didn't notice that Doug had taken one of the long, wooden spoons his mother used for cooking with him as he left the kitchen. Doug went to his parents' closets first and got a few things he needed for what he had planned for later. Then he went to his room to get things ready for what he had planned. He had hatched his plot for what they would do that evening earlier that afternoon, by the pool. Once he finished preparing his room, Doug started back down to the kitchen where Kyle was finishing up scrubbing out the pots and pans from dinner and putting them in the dish drainer to dry. * * * Michael continued to drive, pressing down harder on the gas pedal than he should have. The powerful engine let out throaty roars, and the car jumped, the tires chirping each time he shifted gears. They had wound through a few streets, not headed in any particular direction. Bobby was frightened by the speed Michael at which driving and told him so as he clutched the sides of his seat. "Slow down Michael, you're scaring me." Michael started to ease off the gas, and it was just in time. The rear of a large, old powder blue Cadillac Fleetwood was backing out into the street. The old lady who was driving didn't seem to be paying any attention to whether or not there was any traffic on the street. Michael's car was traveling well above the posted 25 mile per hour speed limit when he saw the huge, old car entering the street. He immediately slammed his feet down onto the clutch and brake pedals, throwing the transmission into neutral and locking his wheels. The car started to slide sideways, foul smelling rubber smoke rising from all four tires. Michael fought with the steering wheel to keep his car under control, but still the Mustang slid sideways in the street. The old woman who was driving the big old Cadillac heard the screeching of Michael's tires and tried to hit her brakes. Michael's car was sideways across the street when it slid to a stop, nearly touching the side of the larger car. The old woman's reflexes were off, and instead of moving her foot from the gas to the brake pedal, she accidentally jammed her foot down on the gas. The car shot back across the street, not stopping until after it hit the side of the house across the street from the driveway it had been backing out of. The car ended up completely imbedded in the side of the house, not even the front bumper was protruding from the dwelling. When the car finally lurched to a halt, the old woman's head slammed back against the headrest, and then bounced forward, hitting the steering wheel and staying there, causing the horn to sound continuously. Bobby and Michael were both shaken by the incident, but their concern was more for the woman whose car they had nearly collided with at that point. Michael straightened the car out in the road and pulled over next to the curb twenty or thirty yards past the driveway the lady had backed out of. An older, balding and somewhat overweight man came running down the driveway the Cadillac had left. He had been washing another car, and as he came down the drive he kept shouting the name "Martha" over and over again. Bobby and Michael raced across the lawn toward the old woman's car. When they got there, Bobby stood back while Michael peered into the house through the huge hole in the exterior wall left by the car. Michael called into the house, repeating over and over again "Hello? Are you alright?" The older man finally managed to reach the side of the house where his wife's car had crashed through the wall. He pushed Michael away, saying "Get away from my wife you little maniac!" Bobby was already on his cell phone calling emergency services to help the lady with whose car they nearly had the collision. When he closed his cell phone, Bobby went over to help Michael, who had fallen to the ground, stunned when the man had pushed him out of the way. Michael and Bobby were sitting on the curb at when the first police car arrived. It was followed closely by an ambulance. The paramedics entered the house through the hole in the wall left by the car and erring on the side of caution put the elderly lady on a stretcher and rolled her out the front door to the ambulance. Once she was on her way to the hospital, her husband started raising holy hell with the police about the way Michael had been driving down the street, blaming him for the accident. One of the police officers approached Michael and Bobby to ask them questions about what had happened. He recognized that Bobby was in a state of shock from what had occurred and called one of the paramedics, who led Bobby to a second ambulance that had arrived on the scene to be treated. The officer then questioned Michael, starting with how fast he had been traveling down the street at the time of their near collision. Michael was honest, saying that he was probably going faster than he should have been, but hadn't been paying attention to the car's speedometer. Another officer approached and pulled the one who had been talking away. They talked quietly for a moment before the first policeman came back to where Michael was sitting. "You know, the traffic expert has estimated your speed at 70 miles per hour from the skid marks you left on the street back there," he said, indicating the black marks the Mustang's tires had left on the road when Michael had locked his brakes. "He told me that he's found some acceleration marks farther back down the road as well," he added. "I told you I know I was speeding," Michael said. "But I still don't know exactly how fast I was going." The policeman nodded his head and walked away; headed toward the ambulance on whose rear bumper Bobby was now seated. He asked Bobby if he was feeling up to answering a few questions now, to which Bobby responded by nodding his head. He asked first how fast Bobby thought Michael's car was going, to which Bobby merely shrugged, "I don't know," he said. "Kinda fast I guess." The officer spent about ten minutes asking Bobby about the accident. While he could tell Bobby was trying to be as honest and forthcoming about what had happened, it was quickly evident that he wasn't going to get any useful information from the boy. While the police could estimate Michael's speed from the tire marks his skidding had left on the pavement and he admitted that he was speeding, he had not struck the other car. Therefore there was really nothing the police could write him a ticket for. Much to George Wilson's dismay, they sent Michael and Bobby on their way with only a verbal warning to keep his speed within the posted limits rather than citing him for some culpability in his wife's accident. He protested loudly that Michael's hot-rodding down the residential street was the cause of his wife's accident. The police could do nothing, they explained to him, since they had not witnessed what happened themselves. Once again, Michael and Bobby's mood was killed. The day had gone so well before they had driven by Bobby's house in the hopes that no one would be home to that they could finally finish up their aborted sexual activity from the previous afternoon. Now though, they drove back to Michael's house in silence. When they arrived, they found a note from Michael's mother telling them that his parents had gone out to a show, and there was dinner being kept warm for them in the oven. The last line of the note admonished them to "be good." Neither of them was in the mood to "be bad" at the moment after the accident shortly before. They barely talked during dinner, and after cleaning up went into the family room and sat on the sofa together to watch a movie on cable. Bobby snuggled up next to Michael, who in turn put his arm around his boyfriend. This comforting gesture was just what Bobby needed at the moment. They both dozed off in front of the television, and that's where Michael's parents found them when the returned home at 11:30 that night. Michael was still sitting on the end of the sofa, and Bobby, who had shifted in his sleep, was now lying with his head in their son's lap. Michael's mother thought to herself how cute they looked there together asleep, and grabbed her digital camera to take a quick picture before waking them up and sending them off to their rooms to go to bed. * * * 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. 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