Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2007 09:03:36 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 31
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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.
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the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually - please take
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Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty One
Joey continued to let out contented moans as Brandon and Alex
massaged around and inside his hole, preparing him for the sexual acts that
were soon to come. At first it was only Alex's finger invading him. Then
one of Brandon's joined in as both boys also used their other hands to keep
Joey's butt cheeks spread apart. He was enjoying the stimulation he was
getting at his hind end, and was looking forward to what was yet to come.
Finally it came to the point where Brandon and Alex both had a finger
inside him at the same time.
Brandon caught Alex's eye, and he gave him a grin followed by a quick
kiss. "This is so wild, working together opening up another dude's butt!"
Alex gave a small chuckle. Brandon noticed they were both getting hard on
doing it.
Joey pushed back against the fingers that were invading him,
willing them to enter him further, but they couldn't. They were already in
as far as they could go. Occasionally one would touch that 'sweet spot'
inside him that gave him so much pleasure and when that happened he tried
to squirm against the invasion. Brandon and Alex nodded at each other,
knowing that Joey was ready for Alex to start. Alex started to move as if
to get on top of Joey, but Brandon motioned him back.
Alex wasn't sure what Brandon had in mind exactly, but he did have
an idea. Alex turned over so that he was laying on his back on top of the
sleeping bags when Brandon directed him to do so. Once he was lying flat,
Brandon guided Joey up and over on top of him. When Joey climbed on top of
Alex, he did it in such a manner so that they were facing each other. Alex
put his hands up onto Joey's chest, massaging his pectoral muscles and
occasionally pinching at his nipples. Brandon held Alex's dick upright,
making sure that it rubbed in the smooth crack of Joey's ass as he moved
ever so slightly above Alex. Then finally, he guided it more toward Joey's
little pucker.
When Joey felt the tip of Alex's dick touch that precious little
spot of his, he knew exactly what it was. He also knew just what to do as
he felt it make contact. He sat down and pressed against it, pushing out
as if to take a shit. Joey had been prepared and loosened well, and he
slid easily down onto Alex's shaft. He bottomed out and felt the little
nest that was Alex's pubic bush tickling his butt cheeks. Joey gave a
shuddering gasp as an electric jolt ran up his spine. He leaned forward,
wanting a kiss from Alex. This had the effect of causing Alex's rock hard
dick to slide partially out of him. Joey was sure this must have also
pulled Alex's foreskin up over the head of his penis, but of course there
was no way to be sure. He found that Alex had been correct as well - the
feeling of being invaded by an uncut dick was no different than a
circumcised one.
Alex was hesitant to kiss Joey when he leaned down, but did it
anyway. He even opened his mouth, allowing Joey's tongue inside when he
felt it probing at his lips. Brandon was not especially happy with Joey's
kissing his boyfriend. He accepted it for the time being though. As Joey
leaned forward, Brandon saw Joey's asshole and Alex's dick impaled inside
it. It gave him an idea. Moving in behind Joey, Brandon pushed his
ragingly hard dick down onto the top of Alex's shaft that was protruding
from Joey's rear entrance and tried to slide it forward and into Joey?s
stretched sphincter, while pressing down in an attempt to make an entry.
It seemed at first like his penetration was starting, and then all of a
sudden his dick slipped and ran up Joey's crack.
Brandon adjusted his position so that he was above Joey, nearly
lying on top of his back, figuring this would give him the extra leverage
he needed. He reached down to guide himself in, and made his second
attempt, wiggling a finger into Joey above Alex?s cock. Joey wasn't sure
at first what Brandon was up to when he felt his friend lie on top of him.
The first aborted attempt had gone unnoticed; the second intrusion however
did not.
Joey clenched his hole tight around Alex's dick and turned to ask
Brandon what he was doing. "I just thought it would be hot to try two
inside a guy at the same time," Brandon told him.
"You try two dicks in your own ass at one time if you think it's so
hot then," Joey replied, distracted and annoyed. "You aren't doing it in
mine." Joey knew that Brandon's dick was not only longer but also thicker
than Alex's.
Brandon backed off then, standing behind his friends in the tent
once more. Joey turned his face back toward Alex and kissed him once more
as he unclenched his pucker and Alex started moving in and out of him once
more. Brandon started thinking that there might be a better use that
Joey's mouth might be put to use to though...
When Joey broke the kiss, he raised back up so that he was kneeling
above Alex and was able to help with the motions of their sex. Brandon
moved around, placing one foot on either side of Alex and stepped right up
in front Joey, his hard dick right in front of Joey's face. Brandon's dick
was still just about as hard as it could possibly get. It jutted out at
about a forty-five degree angle away from his body, and seemed to actually
throb of its own volition, twitching and jerking every couple moments.
Joey was hesitant at first, still annoyed about what Brandon had
just tried to do, but finally succumbed and gave a full length lick up the
underside of Brandon's erection. He started at the point where Brandon's
smooth, hairless scrotum attached to his dick and licked all the way to the
slit at the tip of the head, where he allowed his tongue to linger for a
moment. Joey had been able to make out the glimmer of a drop of liquid at
the tip of Brandon's penis from the light of the fire behind him. He knew
what it was and eagerly licked at it as he worked himself up and down on
Alex, who was now writhing in ecstasy beneath him.
As Joey took the head of Brandon's dick into his mouth, and then
started working into a rhythm with Alex and Brandon both, sucking on one of
his friends while taking the other from behind as it were. Gradually, Joey
took more and more of Brandon's rock-hard penis into his mouth until
finally he reached the point where he began to gag as the tip of Brandon's
dick, which had grown to a very respectable six inches long at the age of
fourteen began to enter his throat. Brandon was tempted to press farther
into Joey's throat, but something in the back of his mind told him that
this wouldn't be a good idea, especially after the scene a few moments
before.
Instead, Brandon backed off some when he felt Joey begin to gag.
Joey moved back onto him though, even reaching around him with both hands
to grab the cheeks of Brandon's ass and pull him back in. Joey did his
best to take all of Brandon into his mouth, but he still wasn't quite able
to do it. When he backed off, Brandon understood and pulled back himself,
but even as he did, Joey once again clasped his cheeks and pulled him back
in. Brandon decided to let Joey control how much of his dick he was going
to take into his mouth, but did rest his hands on Joey's head, running his
fingers through the brown haired, blue eyed boy's hair as he enjoyed the
sensations Joey's mouth and tongue were giving his dick.
Joey stopped his movements on Alex's dick as Brandon threw his head
back and began to let his spunk loose into Joey's throat. Joey tried to
swallow it all, but with Brandon's swollen member filling his mouth, plus
the copious amount of semen Brandon was depositing was too much and there
was a trickle of saliva and cum mixture running out each side of his mouth.
A few drops from both sides managed to run down his chin and drip onto
Alex's chest. Once his load was expended, Brandon stepped back, extracting
his now softening penis from Joey's mouth. This afforded Joey the
opportunity to wipe the dribbles of sperm and saliva that remained on his
chin and lick them from his fingers.
As Alex lay on the sleeping bags on the floor of the tent below
him, he continued to pump up into Joey, who was now resuming his movements
on top of him. Alex knew that he wasn't going to last much longer at this
point, and indeed he didn't. Three more strokes and Alex began pumping a
hot load of jizz into Joey's bowels. Joey could feel the first squirt that
went inside him, but the ones that followed he didn't really feel. Joey
was only aware of a feeling of fullness that grew inside him as Alex shot
more and more of his seed inside him.
Finally, Joey rolled off of Alex. Alex's dick slipped from his
hole as he rolled away. Brandon, unusually thinking ahead urged Joey to
lift his ass up and slipped a towel underneath him. It wouldn't be long
before Alex's seed began to seep out, and Brandon didn't want it to get all
over their sleeping bags. He had had the forethought to bring a hand towel
from his bathroom to take care of just this sort of situation. He did
begin to wonder if the one little towel he brought was going to be enough
now.
Brandon thought about Joey's earlier question about him ever having
taken a cut dick, and the fact that he hadn't - then the suggestion Joey
had made about him maybe giving it a try gave him pause for thought. Joey
still needed to get off, and Brandon was also feeling rather empty and
unfulfilled. He wasn't a dedicated bottom so to speak, but he did like
getting as well as he did giving. Brandon dropped his head into Joey's lap
and slowly took his dick into his mouth. As he ran his tongue around
Joey's glans he found that there was one way you could definitely tell the
difference between a dick that's been circumcised and one that hasn't.
Brandon wasn't sure which he liked better. 'Maybe I'll do an in depth
comparison in the morning,' he thought.
But for the moment Brandon concentrated on sucking Joey's stiff
prick. When he removed his mouth from it, Joey's rod was slick with his
spit. Brandon crawled up, licking his way up Joey's stomach and chest,
pausing first at his belly button and then at each of his little pink,
dime-sized nipples. He sucked and nibbled for a moment at each of the
little nubs, getting them hard, before sliding a little farther up, and
then back so that the tip of Joey's dick was now positioned at his tight
little pucker. As he began to push back onto Joey's soft but firm member,
Joey put his hand behind Brandon's head and drew him in for a kiss.
Brandon resisted at first, as he recalled that when Joey had kissed Alex it
had sparked the little pangs of jealousy he had felt. He finally succumbed
and allowed it. It occurred to him that Joey really got off on
mouth-to-mouth massage, and it seemed mean to deny him his pleasure.
Joey's tongue entered his mouth and Brandon actually found himself
enjoying the kiss. He did still feel a hint of guilt though, and revisited
the thought that they should find Joey a boyfriend of his own. This didn't
stop him from continuing to slide back down on Joey's pole until it was
completely buried inside him. It was a little rough for Brandon as he took
Joey's dick, only having his own spit for lubricant on Joey's dick but he
still managed it with only a slight grimace. Once he had Joey all the way
in him, he waited for a moment while he adjusted to the intrusion he
himself had caused.
Finally, he started to move up and down on Joey's cock, beginning a
rhythm that Joey enthusiastically joined in with. Even though he was
technically on the bottom, this was Joey's first time as a 'top' and he was
enthralled with the sensations he was absorbing through his penis from
Brandon's soft, tight tunnel. He was so enthusiastic in his movements
underneath Brandon that Brandon finally stopped his own and let the boy
underneath him thrust and withdraw of his own volition. It seemed much
longer to them both, but it was only about four minutes until Joey was
blasting into Brandon what was probably the biggest load he had ever shot.
The three boys spent a rather peaceful and calm night inside the
sleeping bags they had zipped together that night. It was warm and cozy
for the three of them and exhausted from the sex they had that evening,
they slept cuddled up together all night long.
* * *
While Carson was in his room surfing the net and studying, his
mother suggested to her date that they take the glasses of wine they were
drinking into her study. She wanted to look up the movie Carson had told
them he watched the previous night with his friend on her computer.
Something about the way Carson had reacted when he was questioned about the
movie earlier during dinner had made her suspicious. There was something
in the back of her mind nagging at her that told her she should find out
more about the movie.
When she looked it up, she and Dr. Bloomfield were both somewhat
surprised to discover that it had a rather overt homosexual theme. One
critic had noted that there was a scene with the two boys that were in the
leading roles in the movie in a sexual scene that stopped just short of
being pornographic. This was not the sort of movie either of them would
have expected two teen boys to be watching.
"I think that's the smoking gun," Henry told Barbara. "I don't
think there are too many boys that age who would be watching this sort of
movie together at a sleepover if you want my honest opinion - not
unless..." He let that thought trail off, but Barbara knew exactly what he
meant.
She simply nodded, confident that the man was correct in his
assessment. What she said was "I'm not sure we should jump to conclusions
just yet." What she meant was 'I don't want to call a halt to our
relationship just because my stated goal seems to have been achieved.'
Dr. Henry Bloomfield knew exactly what she meant; after all, he was feeling
the same thing.
As much as they both would have preferred it to be otherwise,
Barbara and Henry decided it would be better that he went home to stay that
evening. They did makes plans to go to brunch with Carson the next day
before Henry left for the night. After Henry had gone, Barbara went up to
Carson's room, knocked on his door before opening it and told him about
their plans. She told him to be sure to be ready to go by 11:00.
- - -
Carson woke up alone in his bed on Sunday morning at a bright and
early nine o'clock. He was naked, as that was how he normally slept. He
threw the covers back and stepped out of bed, his morning hard-on pointing
out in front of him. Carson's first step was into the deep, plush
carpeting that completely covered his bedroom floor. His second was into
one of the many piles of clothes that littered his bedroom floor, some
clean, some not. 'I've got to clean this mess up,' he thought, knowing
that he wasn't really going to do it, despite whatever good intentions he
might have had at the moment.
Carson stepped over the rest of his clothes and made his way into
his bathroom. He started the shower running so the water would be hot by
the time he was ready to step in. Then Carson stepped back over to face
the mirror. 'Bad hair day,' he thought as he looked at his reflection.
Carson then stepped into the warm spray of the shower and started his
morning cleaning ritual in his usual fashion - by jacking off.
Once he had finished his shower and toweled off his body, Carson
stepped back in front of the mirror. As he dried and brushed his hair he
admired himself, he considered how much better he looked now that he had
cleaned himself up, but thought he should still get a haircut soon as his
brownish blonde hair was nearly reaching his shoulders.
Carson studied his body in the mirror, running his eyes down over
his torso and stopping when he reached the patch of light brown hair above
his drooping penis. He had a strange whim, something he had never really
thought of before, but his idea was strangely intriguing. He went into his
room and got a pair of scissors from his desk. He returned to the bathroom
and spread a small hand towel out on the top of the counter in front of the
sink.
Carson stepped up to the vanity, pressing his legs against the
countertop so that his cock and balls were over the towel. He ran his eyes
up and down his body in the mirror again, and decided to go through with
the idea he had had moments before. He rubbed his left hand over his
smooth, hairless ball sack as he picked up the scissors again with his
right. He ran his fingers through his pubic hair and then began to trim it
back. He gave thought to actually shaving it all off, but decided against
going quite that far - after all, he didn't need to shave yet, so he would
have had to chance borrowing the razor his mother used to shave her legs
from her bathroom. Carson carefully picked up the towel he had used to
collect the hair as he trimmed it and dumped it all into the trash can
between the vanity and the toilet in his bathroom.
Satisfied with the trimming job he had done, Carson returned the
scissors to his desk and got dressed. He started with a pair of 'Sponge
Bob' boxers, then khaki slacks and a polo style pull-over shirt. Then he
slipped his feet into a pair of Dockers loafers before going downstairs to
grab a Pop-Tart. His mother was in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee
when Carson came in, opened the pastry package and dropped it into the
toaster. His mother reminded him that they were leaving in about a half an
hour to go to brunch with Dr. Bloomfield and not to fill up on junk. He
rolled his eyes and said, "Aw mom, it's just a snack," as he poured himself
a cup of coffee which he laced liberally with milk and sugar.
Carson's snack did not adversely impact his appetite at brunch and
he returned to the buffet line three times to refill his plate. His mother
never understood how he could eat so much and never gain any weight. She
commented on this to Henry Bloomfield, who told her that he was the same
way at Carson's age. There's something about teenage boys that just seems
to allow them to eat whatever they want and not gain any appreciable weight
from it. Mainly it was just their naturally high metabolism he explained.
Once they got home, Carson hurried to his room to change clothes.
He wanted to get to Steven's house before his parents got home that
afternoon. 'Besides,' he thought, 'it will give mom some alone time with
her new boyfriend.' His motives however were not so altruistic - he still
didn't like the idea of sharing his mother's affections - his main
motivation was to satisfy the urges he felt in his own groin. Carson
changed into a pair of shorts and t-shirt. As he ran through the family
room on his way to get his bike out of the garage he announced to his
mother and Dr. Bloomfield that he was going to Steven's house for the
afternoon.
"Make sure you're home in time for dinner," his mother called after
him.
* * *
Carson got to Steven's house and parked his bicycle by the front
porch. He raced up the front steps and rang the bell. A moment later
Steven opened the door, he was dressed only in a pair of plaid boxer
shorts. As soon as the door was shut, Carson asked Steven, "What would you
have done if it was some traveling church people handing out literature
instead of me, like in the movie the other night?"
"This," Steven said as he drew Carson in for a long, deep kiss. As
their tongues met, Carson reached down, placing one hand on the front of
Steven's boxers. As he did, the tip of Steven's dick peeked out through
the fly, making a brief contact with Carson's hand. When they broke the
kiss, Carson dropped to his knees and took the head of Steven's dick into
his mouth.
Steven threw his head back and let out an ecstatic moan as he
dropped his hands onto Carson's head and began to run his fingers through
Carson's hair as his cock responded to the oral stimulation it was
receiving. Carson sucked Steven deeper and deeper into his mouth as his
dick expanded and grew. Carson ran his hands up the back of Steven's legs,
and inside the leg holes of his boxers. Carson's hands gripped and
squeezed the smooth ass cheeks he found inside as he sucked at the dick
protruding from the front side of Steven's boxers.
Steven really didn't want to break the moment, but at the same time
he knew they needed to move upstairs to his room. His parents would be
home sometime that afternoon, though not precisely when, and it certainly
wouldn't do to have them walk in on him and his boyfriend having sex in the
front hallway. Steven lowered his hands to the sides of Carson's head and
pulled him back up so that he was standing once again. He gave Carson a
quick kiss and told him that they should go up to his room before they
carried on any further.
They went up the stairs, hand in hand. Steven's was hardness still
poking out the front of his boxers. When they got to Steven's room, Carson
kicked the door shut behind them and then pushed Steven back onto his bed.
Once Steven was lying on the bed, Carson joined him and took Steven's dick
in his hand and gave it a few gentle strokes. He really wanted to get him
out of those boxers, and of course to take his own clothes off as well.
Reluctantly, Carson got back up off the bed for a moment and
stripped off his t-shirt. Then he kicked off his shoes and undid the
button and zipper on his shorts and let them drop down his legs, stepping
out of them and kicking them off once they were around his ankles. There
was an obvious bulge in Carson's boxers, almost making it seem as if Sponge
Bob had an actual nose poking out.
Steven lifted his hips off the mattress and slipped his boxers off,
his hardness slapping back up against his stomach as it pulled free from
the opening in the front. Carson followed suit, dropping his underwear and
climbing back onto the bed, attired now only in the ankle socks he had been
wearing under his shoes. He lay down on the bed next to Steven, who rolled
over onto his side to embrace him. They wrapped their arms around one
another, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
- - -
Steven's parents arrived home a few hours earlier than expected
that Sunday afternoon. When the garage door went up to allow their car
inside it the two lovers couldn't hear it, either because Steven and Carson
were too preoccupied with what they were doing in his bedroom or that his
room was sufficiently away from the garage, or both. Mrs. Roberts entered
the house first, coming in from the garage and setting her purse down on
the kitchen counter next to her computer monitor. When she did, the
handbag knocked against the mouse, clearing the screen saver that had been
active up until then. She wasn't paying attention though, and didn't
notice the video clip that had been paused on the monitor showing the two
Latino boys in the act of anal sex.
Mr. Roberts on the other hand noticed what was on the monitor as he
came into the kitchen carrying their luggage. "What the hell is this?!" he
asked, referring to the image displayed on the computer screen. His wife
turned and looked, shocked at what she saw. It was very obvious that the
sexual scene paused on the screen was of two boys.
"I don't know," she responded, "but I am certainly about to find
out!"
With that, she started toward their son's bedroom, intending to
demand an explanation. What she had seen on the computer monitor was not
enough adequately prepare her for what she was going about to discover as
she opened the door to her son's room... At first she wasn't sure who was
who. It was of course obvious that there were two naked boys having anal
sex on her son's bed, and one of them was clearly her 'little boy,' as she
thought of him.
What she saw was the back of a pair of feet with ankle socks on
them on the bed, another pair of bare feet raised high in the air and a
smooth, white ass moving back and forth as the couple on the bed before her
moaned and groaned, working their way toward orgasm. As she came to grips
with what she was seeing, she realized that it was her son on his back,
being fucked, quite vigorously by his friend, Carson. She almost wished
that she had caught them outdoors so she could spray them with cold water
from the garden hose to break them apart, like she had seen her father do
once when he had discovered two dogs having sex in their front yard when
she was a little girl.
"What in God's name do you two think you're doing?!" she shrieked
at them. It seemed loud enough that the neighbors could have even heard
her. Steven's father definitely did, and appeared at the door next to his
wife a moment later.
Unfortunately for the boys, Carson was just reaching his climax as
Steven's mother opened the door and nothing was going to stop that. As
Steven began squirming to get out from under him, Carson?s first squirt did
go inside him. Then Steven began to scramble away as best he could, bright
red with embarrassment. Carson's dick slapped up against his stomach as it
made a rather abrupt exit from his lover, but there was no stopping the
powerful orgasm he had just begun. The next shot launched upward, and was
flung high into the air, its trajectory influenced heavily by the motion of
his dick flipping brusquely back against him after leaving the orifice
where it had previously been sheathed. It was a massive load that had been
flung upward. Some landed on Steven; some on the bed between them, some on
Carson's chest and some even flew up over his head, landing in his hair and
on the floor behind him.
Carson's dick continued to pump out semen, some squirting up onto
his stomach and some; the majority of what was left, just running down his
dick as it oozed out. Steven had slid all the way to the far end of his
bed and grabbed one of his pillows to cover his crotch as he sat back
against the headboard looking at the rather fierce expression on his
mother's face. Steven didn't believe he had ever before seen her quite as
angry as she was at that moment. He tossed Carson another pillow so he
would have something with which to cover himself just as his father stepped
up to the door to his bedroom, joining his mother. Mr. Roberts' expression
was more of shock than anger as his wife's was. Trevor Roberts knew from
his own experience that teenaged boys would experiment sexually with each
other and that it didn't necessarily mean that they were gay. He himself
had experimented with a couple of his very close friends when he was around
his son's age, but it had not been anything quite like what his wife had
just walked in on their son and his friend in the middle of.
He could see that they both had ejaculate on them that wasn't being
covered by the pillows they were each holding in front of them. Steven's
father put his arm around his wife, urging her to relax, but she would have
nothing of it. "You walk into your son's room and find him getting fucked
in the ass and see just how calm you are!" she shouted back at him. That
answered the as yet unasked question of what she had walked in on.
"Just go down to our bedroom," Trevor Roberts said to his nearly
hysterical wife. "I'll deal with this, just please, go downstairs and try
to compose yourself." He pulled her away from the door, and urged her
toward the stairs that led down to where the master bedroom suite was
located. Once his wife had gone downstairs, reluctantly though it was that
she did, Trevor stepped inside his son's room and shut the door behind him.
Both Steven and Carson had an ominous feeling in their gut when
Steven's father shut the door behind him. Rather than sit on the edge of
the bed, Steven's father pulled the chair over from Steven's desk and sat
beside the bed looking at the two naked boys, both of whom were still
against the headboard, holding pillows over their private parts. "I
suppose from the videos we saw on your mother's computer in the kitchen and
what she so eloquently described a moment ago that this is a little more
than adolescent experimentation," he began. He had phrased this as a
statement, so neither boy really felt compelled to respond.
"So is there anything you two want to tell me?" Steven's father
coaxed.
Steven and Carson looked at each other, and then back at Steven's
father. "Well, yeah," Steven started. "I guess you could say we're
lovers."
"Well," Steven's father said, "you two better get yourselves
cleaned up. You certainly made quite a mess in here. Carson, you in
particular need to make sure you wash your hair. Then you probably better
go on home. Steven's mother and I are going to need to talk to him about
this, um, situation after he gets his linens in the wash."
"Are you, er, uh, gonna tell my mom about this?" Carson asked
nervously.
"I really don't see that I have much choice in that matter, after
all, you know she and Steven's mother are quite close friends, and you know
how women talk..." Steven's father really didn't need to elaborate on that
point; Carson was well acquainted with his mother's capacity for gossip.
Carson hung his head down onto his chest. It was bad enough that his
lover's parents had caught them 'in the act' but now his mother was going
to know about it as well. He had no idea that she already had her
suspicions about his sexuality, but soon enough there would be no question
left.
Steven?s dad sighed and got up. He hesitated for a moment, then
reached over and ruffled both boys? hair (carefully avoiding the silver
trails on Carson?s). Then he left, shutting the door behind him.
"Well, you heard my dad," Steven said. "We better get cleaned up.
Come on, I'll wash your back."
"What?" Carson replied, stunned. "After what just happened and you
want to shower together?"
"Absolutely," Steven told him. "I don't think anything worse is
likely to happen now."
* * *
When Doug and Kyle got to Doug's bedroom, the first thing Kyle
noticed was a double bed. The covers were turned back and there was a
brightly colored silk tie attached to each of the four feet and extending
up onto the mattress. There was also a wooden cooking spoon that Doug had
apparently taken from the kitchen lying on top of the mattress.
The next thing that caught Kyle's attention was the computer.
There was a stream of beeps that Kyle recognized as messages coming in from
MSN Messenger as they entered the room. The screen saver wasn't active,
and Kyle noticed that there was a fairly extensive contact list, as well as
a few minimized conversation windows. Doug stripped off his t-shirt and
shorts and lay face down on the bed wearing a leather thong that barely
contained all of his equipment. He stretched his arms and legs out toward
the corners of the mattress where the loose ends of his father's neckties
were located. "Tie me down on the bed," he instructed.
Kyle thought this was getting a little weird, but for the moment he
was going along with it. He tied Doug's ankles first, leaving a little
slack in the ties. He tied Doug's wrists the same way, but when Doug
tested the bonds he told Kyle to redo them, making them tighter. "You need
to make me completely immobile," Doug insisted.
This was a bit disconcerting to Kyle - he had never been exposed to
anything like this before, and wasn't quite sure that he was entirely
comfortable with it. He did as Doug asked though and tightened up the
bonds, making sure Doug was tied fast to the bed, unable to move past a
little squirming. Once this was done, Doug asked him to get the spoon he
had brought from the kitchen. He wanted to be spanked. "Tell me I'm a
naughty boy," he said.
Kyle was astonished by this request, but complied anyway. If this
was what got Doug off, so be it he thought - so long as he didn't expect it
to go the other way too. Kyle didn't find the idea of someone tying him,
much less spanking him up to be in any way erotic. As much as he tried,
after a few swats Kyle couldn't get into Doug's idea of spanking and tossed
the spoon onto the floor. "This isn't working for me," he said. "This
just seems really sick."
About that time, another beep from the computer sounded, indicating
that there was yet another instant message. Kyle couldn't help his
curiosity - he walked over to the computer and looked at the message, the
sender's display picture was next to the message. It was from a cute dark
haired boy named Travis. 'Are you there lover boy?' is what it said. The
other messages from other boys (and a couple of older men) on the screen
were all similar, alluding to everything from online relationships to
cyber-sex role playing. Kyle wondered what this was all about, and asked
Doug about its meaning.
"It's nothing," Doug told him. "There are lots of guys that I know
from online. They don't mean anything to me. If they all disappeared
tomorrow it wouldn't make any difference to me. Now come back over here
and get this thong off of me."
'That seemed an odd thing for Doug to have said,' Kyle thought to
himself, 'If they all went away it wouldn't mean anything to him.' He
filed it away in the back of his mind, but returned to the bed. There was
a clasp at each side of the waistband of the black, leather thong. Kyle
undid them both. Once the clasps were undone he pulled the back of the
thong away from Doug's crack. Doug lifted his middle up so that Kyle was
able to pull the thong away from his body. Doug?s naked butt dimpled at
him.
"Open the drawer to my nightstand," Doug told him. When Kyle did
this, he saw a small bottle of lubricant and a tiny brown vial with a white
cap. Doug asked him to get them both out, which he did. It was fairly
obvious what the lube was to be used for, but Kyle was curious about the
vial and what was in it. He looked at the label; it read 'Amyl Nitrate.'
Kyle had never heard of it before. He unscrewed the cap and sniffed at it.
The first thought he had was of a locker room - sort of like the smell of
dirty gym socks. Kyle felt his face flush, and he went dizzy. Kyle hadn't
inhaled much of the vapor, and after about a minute the feeling passed.
Kyle screwed the cap back on the tiny bottle and asked Doug what it
was. "It's called Rush," Doug answered. "It's fantastic stuff to huff
during sex." Once again Kyle was left with an uneasy feeling about what he
was getting himself into. Things really didn't seem right to him, and he
wasn't sure at all that he could go through with whatever it was that Doug
had in mind.
Kyle untied the bonds from around Doug's limbs and went to the door
of his bedroom. When he turned back to look at Doug, he had rolled over
enough that he could look back to where Kyle was standing. "Where are you
going?" he asked.
"This is all just too weird for me," Kyle answered slowly.
"Between these guys on the internet that you say you don't really care
about, despite what you've obviously been telling them and all this other
shit. I just don't think I want any part of it. You can't just lead
people on and then tell them you don't care about them. It isn't right
fucking with people's heads like that." Then Kyle turned and walked out of
the room, shaking his head as he went.
Kyle left the house, got on his bike and rode home. Kyle's parents
were surprised to see him home when he was supposed to have been spending
the night at a friend's house. "What's the matter?" his mother asked. She
could tell from the look on his face that something had him deeply
disturbed.
"Nothing mom, it just wasn't working out right and I thought I
should just come home," Kyle answered as he went to his room. Kyle's head
was still spinning from what had happened shortly before at Doug's house.
Doug's words still rang through his head 'if they all disappeared tomorrow
it wouldn't mean anything to me.' Kyle didn't understand how someone could
treat other people like that. It just seemed so cruel and self-centered.
It made him feel bad for Doug at the same time. He had a bad feeling that
Doug was destined to lead a life of misery - that he would never know a
real loving relationship if he were to keep the same attitudes toward
people that he had demonstrated earlier that evening. It seemed that he
was just using them to feel good about himself.
Kyle stripped off his clothes down to his boxers and sat down in
front of his computer to check his e-mail. There was a message waiting
there from Doug. With a little trepidation Kyle opened it. In one respect
he was shocked at what he saw, in another it was just what he had expected:
'You are a pathetic fucking loser. I can't believe you walked out
on me like that. Just because of some guys I know online that I told you
don't mean anything at all to me. What the hell is wrong with you? Why
don't you just fuck off then?'
Kyle added the address to his blocked senders list. He didn't feel
like putting up with any more messages like that. He considered replying,
but thought better of it in the end. It just didn't seem to be worth it to
carry that conversation on any further. He wasn't looking forward to the
possibility of running into him at the club in the future though. Kyle did
wonder about what would happen if, and more probably when, they did. He
wondered if Doug would expose the secret of what they had done together,
sexually. In the end he decided that he probably wouldn't as that would
mean exposing himself as well.
* * *
Michael and Bobby went off to their rooms, still groggy from being
awakened. Michael's neck was stiff from falling asleep sitting up on the
sofa. Michael considered going ahead and telling his parents then about
their near accident with the elderly lady earlier that evening, but in the
end decided it would better wait until morning. After all, he hadn't been
charged with anything, so there didn't seem to be an overwhelming sense of
urgency.
Both boys were too worn out from the day's events to do anything
but share a quick kiss as they parted in the hallway and went into their
rooms for the rest of the night. Michael was asleep again almost the
moment his head hit the pillow. Bobby however lay awake for about a half
hour. His thoughts were mainly of his boyfriend, but occasionally drifted
to Martha Wilson and her husband. He wondered what sort of condition the
old woman was in, but he also worried about her husband. The old man had
seemed very upset by the accident.
- - -
When Bobby woke Sunday morning he went into the bathroom and after
showering and drying himself off went back into and dressed. This was to
be his last day at Michael's house before he had to go back to his own
house the next day after school. He wasn't looking forward to going home
after spending a few days at Michael's home. The Price's home seemed so
warm and loving compared to his own. Michael's parents were so warm and
caring, while he sometimes wondered if his own even realized he was there.
Sure, he had all the material things any boy his age could want, what he
needed though was love and affection - something both his parents seemed
incapable of providing.
Bobby hadn't really ever even thought about this before - he had no
frame of reference other than his own home. He realized now how lacking in
love and affection his life had been at home with his own parents. He
still had no real idea what was going on with his father and why he had
been arrested. His parents hadn't felt that it was necessary to discuss
that information with him, but Bobby was sure that it was something
serious.
* * *
Sunday morning at the campsite in the woods behind Brandon and
Alex's homes came fairly early. Brandon and Joey woke up at nearly the
same time. Joey was pressed tight up against Brandon, spooning him. They
were comfortable in the tent, inside the sleeping bags that were zipped
together. When they woke up, they smelled bacon cooking outside the tent.
It only took a moment for Brandon to realize that Alex was no longer in the
sleeping bag with them.
Brandon and Joey came out of the tent to find Alex cooking
breakfast on the little camp grill. He was just finishing cooking the last
of the bacon and was getting the eggs ready to go into the pan when they
came out. "Good morning you two sleepy heads," Alex said to them as they
came out of the tent.
Joey mumbled something unintelligible back at him, but Brandon gave
him a fairly cheerful "Morning sweetie!" Alex had already cleaned up, but
Joey and Brandon still needed to do so. Brandon poured some water out of
the last big jug into a pan for them to use to wash up. Once they were
done, they joined Alex in fixing their breakfast. After they finished
eating the boys cleaned up the campsite and sat down around the smoldering
campfire.
"So what do you guys want to do today?" Joey asked.
"We could always go swimming again..." Brandon suggested.
"Or just go exploring in the woods," Alex added.
"I don't know, after we got caught by those other guys from school
skinny dipping yesterday. What if they hadn't joined us? It would
probably be all over school by lunch time tomorrow that we were swimming in
the pond naked." Joey said. "I'm not so sure about wandering around naked
in the woods anymore either."
"Chicken!" Brandon and Alex said in unison.
* * *
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