Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 11:19:00 -0500 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 35 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 wherever you happen to be, or if you or are a card-carrying member of the Moral-Minority, shoo, go away. I certainly can't control whether you do or not, but you have been warned. As always, I would like to thank my good friends, Mike, Dave and Johan for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance. Without the sort of assistance I get from them, what you're about to read wouldn't be nearly as good, trust me. 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 Five Billy was glad that he had opened up to his new friends. They hadn't brought up any more about what he had told them since the afternoon when he confessed to them all that had happened to him before coming to live with the Stan and Rosemary Hill. Billy really appreciated all they had done for him, which was to offer him love, comfort and support. Billy had also come to look up to the two older boys he had made friends with and their relationship had become stronger than ever since Billy had opened up to them. Stan and Rosemary had noticed a big change in Billy following that afternoon as well as the growing friendship between him and the two older boys, who seemed to be his only real friends, though the fact that they seemed to be Billy's only real friends was a little worrying. Rosemary was a little concerned about the fact that he needed to make some friends his own age, but Stan reminded her that Bobby was only a year older than Billy. As time went by he would be making friends in his class at school - in fact he probably already had and it would just be a matter of time until they met them. Billy was pretty much a loner at school though, and wasn't socializing very much with his classmates. There were a couple boys in his school that he thought he would like to become friends with. He just didn't know quite how to approach them. The truth was that Billy wasn't good at meeting people and making new friends. The only reason he had been able to get as close as he had to Bobby and Michael was that he was thrust into the situation by his swimming lessons. It was Friday afternoon, and when Billy got home from school, Stan Hill was already home from work, which was very unusual. As Billy made his way through the house on his way upstairs to his bedroom to change out of his school clothes, he saw Stan seated at the desk in the office he kept on the ground floor of their home. There was a large amount of paper spread across the top of the desk, which was normally clear. Rosemary was fluttering around the room all excited about something, and called Billy into the room when she saw him looking in through the open sliding doors. "Hey Mom, hey Dad - what's going on?" he asked as he came into the office and stood in front of Stan's desk. This brought a big smile to Rosemary's face. She always smiled when he addressed them as such, but today her smile seemed more pronounced than usual. "We got some good news today Honey," she told him eagerly. "The adoption was approved, Billy," Stan followed up, not wanting to keep him in suspense. "You're officially and legally our son now." The whole process had not taken nearly as long as anyone thought, and went more smoothly than most adoptions did. The truth was that Stan had used some of his considerable political influence to speed the process along and ensure its favorable outcome. Billy let out a whoop and jumped into Rosemary's arms. The anticipation and waiting was finally over, and now Billy had gotten something that he had been hoping and praying for since he had come to stay with the Hills - a permanent and loving home. After she had set him down, Billy ran around the desk, jumped into Stan's lap and gave him a big hug as well. When Billy and Stan broke their hug, Billy got up, took a step back and excitedly said, "I want to go tell Bobby and Michael!" "Now Billy," Rosemary started, "you know they don't get out of school for another hour. Besides, you need to change your clothes and get started on your homework." She felt bad about stifling his excitement, but she was right. If he had gone over to Bobby's house he would have ended up just sitting around waiting for them. After Billy had changed out of his school clothes he convinced Stan and Rosemary to let him begin his homework in the front room so he could watch for Michael's car when he brought Bobby home from school. He wasn't concentrating on his lessons very much, as his attention was focused more on the window than his books. They weren't too concerned, after all it was Friday, he had the entire weekend and his excitement was certainly understandable. Four thirty came and went. This was strange. They were normally here by now even on days when Michael just dropped Bobby off and didn't stay for a couple of hours; they were normally here by now. At five thirty when they still hadn't arrived, Billy was becoming noticeably agitated and worried. Rosemary tried to soothe his fears by telling him that they probably just had something to do after school that day and that Bobby would soon be home. Still, Billy had a feeling that something was terribly wrong. A siren wailing to a halt nearby did little to help the way he was feeling. Billy jumped up; wanting to run out of the house to find out what was going on, but Stan stopped him. Billy didn't like it, but he understood and accepted his new father's reasoning that even if the siren had something to do with his overdue friends, there was nothing he would be able to do about it. Yes, it was better to wait. * * * Brandon, Alex and Joey were at Joey's house after school on Friday afternoon. They were reminiscing about the previous Saturday afternoon when they had finally 'officially' met Kyle. "I thought the look on his face when he came was sooo cute," Joey told his two friends. "And it was just from playing with his dick in the pool, right?" Alex asked. "Yeah, that's it. Well, not even that. I just sort of cupped his nuts with my hand for a second and then grabbed his rod. It was right as I did that when he started to shoot his load." "So are you two seeing each other now?" Brandon asked him. "Yeah, we got together this past week a couple of times in the evening," Joey said. "You do anything?" Alex asked him then, obviously referring to sex. "Yeah..." Joey admitted, trailing off into a pause. Brandon and Alex both leaned forward in their seats, looks of anticipation on both their faces. A moment later Joey finally continued, "Tuesday we went bowling and last night we played miniature golf." "You tease," Alex said. "You knew what I meant!" Joey just looked over at his friends, seated next to each other on the sofa and gave them a big grin. "No, we haven't done any of that," he said, a blush coming over his face. "I want to though," he finally added after a moment's pause. Brandon, who tended to be the voice of reason, appeared to be lost in thought for a moment before he asked, "So have you actually said anything to him about wanting to go further yet?" "Um, no," Joey admitted. "When we were out on the miniature golf course we sat and talked for a while. Kyle told me a little about a bad relationship that he almost got into right before... Right before he saw us that day at the creek. It was with this guy Doug. He said Doug wanted to do some really weird shit and it sort of freaked him out, so I figure it might be better not to push things too much right off." "What sort of weird shit?" Alex asked, leaning forward again and seemingly excited at the prospect of some sort of juicy sexual story. "Geez you're a perv," Joey said, laughing a little. "Kyle said that this guy wanted to do some kind of spanking and bondage stuff." "So just don't tell him you want to tie him up," Alex suggested. This comment was met with a punch in the arm and a dirty look from Brandon. Alex gave Brandon a look back, but kept silent for a change. "No," Joey told them. "It was this Doug guy that wanted Kyle to tie him up and spank him, not the other way around. He told me that he got really freaked out by it and left the dude's house and went home." "So are you guys doing anything this weekend?" Brandon asked. "I'm supposed to go over to his house tomorrow, maybe spend the night," Joey told them. "Are his 'rents gonna be out of the way?" Alex asked him. "I don't know," Joey admitted, shrugging. * * * The officers who stopped Michael's car had the briefest of information about the occupants of the car they were looking for from the BOLO bulletin that dispatch had issued. All they really knew was that the occupants were wanted for questioning in relation to an attempted kidnapping. They weren't aware that the boys they had caught were the intended victim and his rescuers. As a result, when they exited their patrol car, the officers took shelter and crouched behind the open doors. The driver had his pistol trained on the boys in the convertible and his partner the riot-control shotgun. With backup on the way, the officers had the five boys exit the car, one by one and walk backwards to a point between the two vehicles with their hands clasped behind their heads before stopping them and having them lay face down on the pavement. To say that the boys were scared by what was happening to them was an understatement. Bobby in fact nearly pissed himself when the police put the plastic zip-ties that substituted for handcuffs around his wrists, but he was just barely able to contain himself. It was bad enough that this was happening here, in his neighborhood only a block away from his home for his neighbors to see. Michael, the oldest of the group maintained his composure best. He had told the others to keep their mouths shut and not say anything smart-assed when he pulled the car to the curb and stopped. When the zip-tie cuffs were put around his wrists though he had to ask, "May I ask you a question please, officer, what are we being detained for?" "There's a bulletin out to detain you in connection with a kidnap attempt," one of the officers told him. When Steven heard that he couldn't help himself. "But I was the one they were trying to kidnap! These guys are my friends, they saved me!" The two police officers glanced at each other, and the senior of the partners said "Okay son, but you understand we have to check everything out first." "But why are you cuffing us?!" Carson asked. "He just told you what happened!" "Until we can be sure about what exactly happened, we have to ensure everyone's safety - yours and ours. You understand that don't you?" the officer replied. After that the boys were silent. Detective Peters was on his way from the boys' high school back to the police station to question the men they had apprehended in the van when he heard the radio call that Michael's car had been stopped with the five boys inside. He turned the emergency lights and siren on his unmarked car on to clear traffic as he reversed direction to head for where the boys had been located. When he arrived, there were two patrol cars on the scene, and the five boys were seated on the curb between Michael's Mustang and one of the police cars. When Detective Peters saw the wrist restraints on the boys, his temper flared. 'How could these idiots have put those things on these boys?' he thought. "Why did you restrain them?" he asked with an obvious tone of displeasure in his voice, referring to the zip-ties around their wrists. "The bulletin said to detain them in connection with a kidnapping attempt, we were just following procedure," the senior of the two patrolmen who made the initial stop told him. "Moron," Peters muttered under his breath, not loud enough to be heard by anyone other than the cop at whom the comment had been addressed. "They're just kids, not Al Capone. Now cut them loose and do it quickly!" Peters knew that Michael was from an affluent family, and could only imagine that the others were too. After all, like kinds generally attract. He could only imagine the trouble that might be stirred up over the way the boys had been treated when they were detained. The patrolman was not happy with the rebuke he had received from the detective, but he did as he was told. The boys were standing in a group rubbing their wrists as Detective Peters stepped up and started talking to them. "You, Mr. Price, I know. Why don't you introduce me to your friends?" he started, addressing Michael. Michael made the round of introductions, indicating each of the other four boys as he told Detective Peters their names. The last one he came to was Steven, and after telling his name, Michael added, "That's who they were trying to kidnap." "Are all you boys alright?" Peters asked. "None of you hurt from the excitement at your school... or this?" "No, we're all okay," Steven replied for them all, feeling somehow that everything that had happened to them that day was his fault. "I was supposed to meet my mom after school to go shopping for clothes with her at the mall. But she didn't show up, those guys in the van did instead..." After his short conversation with the boys, Detective Peters asked if they would mind following him down to the police station in Michael's car to identify the men who were suspected of being responsible for the attack at their school. A brief glance between them confirmed that they were willing and ready to do so. Detective Peters had Steven ride with him on the way to the police station, there were a few other questions he wanted to ask before they got there, and without his friends present. Detective Peters knew from the previous investigation he had conducted that Michael was a homosexual. He didn't hold this against him by any means, but he knew in this case that it might be the means to an end. He decided to play this to his advantage. "Look, I know you and your friends are gay..." he started. "What are you talking about? Steven retorted. He tried to sound mad as he said it, but his heart really wasn't in it. He didn't want to admit to this man that he was in fact in love with another boy - with Carson. "Okay," Detective Peters told him, "I was the primary investigating officer on the Paolo Santori case. Your friend Michael was involved in that, you did hear about that I'm sure..." Detective Peters let that last remark trail off. "Yeah, I did," Steven admitted. "Okay, well you know we kept that away from the news people, I can do the same for you if you'll help me." That was all Steven really needed to hear. He broke down then, and was in tears as he told Detective Peters about his relationship with Carson, how his mother had caught them in his room and that while she had tried to pretend, he didn't think she really accepted that he was gay. "So, do you think your mother may have orchestrated what happened at the school?" Peters asked. He had already figured that someone in Steven's family had put the goons from the ultra right-wing group up to trying to grab him. "I don't want to think that..." And that was true, Steven didn't want to believe that his mother cold have had anything to do with what happened, but in the back of his mind he still knew that it had to be true. - - - Michael pulled his car out and followed Detective Peters and Steven as they drove toward the police station. He recalled how nicely the man had treated him during his ordeal after Paolo had posted the images and video of him on the internet, and was glad that he was the detective assigned to this case. "Why did that asshole have to take Steven in his car?" Carson was the first to speak as they drove away. "Stop that Carson, you don't know him," Michael told him. "What? And you do?" Carson was upset, and Michael understood that and knew that Carson wasn't really mad at him. Michael decided that the best thing to do was go ahead and tell Carson that he did in fact know the man. "Look, you remember when Paolo posted the stuff of me on the school's web site?" Michael asked. Carson didn't speak, but Michael saw him give a slight nod in his rear-view mirror and continued, "He was the investigating officer then too. He was really nice to me and really cool about everything that happened. Believe me, there's nobody else you would want handling this." "Yeah, okay," Carson mumbled, and sat back with his arms crossed over his chest. He still didn't like being separated from his boyfriend in the middle of this crisis. He wanted to be with him, to put his arm around him, to hold his hand, to kiss him. Anything he could do to show his support to his boyfriend would have been better than having to follow in another car. - - - As the truth came out, not only from the questioning of the boys, but also the men that were apprehended in the van it became clear that Steven's mother had orchestrated what had happened at the school that afternoon with the assistance of her "therapist." Steven's father was angered beyond belief when his wife finally broke down in front of him, Detective Peters and Steven at the police station, admitting to what she had tried to do. "Why would you want to do something like that to our son?" he exploded. "Don't you know what sort of tactics these people use? They hook them up to machines that shock them over and over again, they beat them, they abuse them - just to try to convince children they are something they're not! I can't believe you would put your own son through that sort of torment!" Steven was shocked. He had no idea until then what sort of fate would have awaited him if his friends hadn't come to his rescue. He was glad that his father accepted him for who he was though; he didn't know what he would have done without the support of at least one of his parents. Trevor Roberts turned to Detective Peters, "Is my wife being charged with anything?" he asked. "Not at this time," Peters answered. "That doesn't mean that she won't be though. I just don't have enough information to go on at the moment." "What about the men who tried to abduct my son?" he asked. "Now I can bring charges against those guys," Peters answered. "Not necessarily for attempted kidnapping, because of your wife's involvement and since she's his parent, but there are definitely some serious charges facing them." "Good," Trevor responded, putting his arm around Steven's shoulders. "Can I take my son home now?" Detective Peters nodded that he could. He was wondering just how badly the events of the afternoon were going to tear this family apart. He was about to find out... Trevor Roberts nodded at the detective, and then looked over at Steven. "Come on son, let's go home. Your mother can catch a taxi to her parents' home to stay until she finds some place more permanent." Then he led his son out of the police station and drove them home. Janet Roberts stood there, stunned. Her husband had just abandoned her and taken their son, such as he was in her opinion, with him. Detective Peters took her by the arm and led her toward the exit. 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