Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:14:47 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 39

	This story involves sexual situations between teen boys, so if you
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Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty Nine

	Billy waved at Michael, who was pulling his car into the driveway,
as he crossed Bobby's front yard on his way home.  Michael returned the
wave just before Billy broke into a trot, heading for his home, a few
houses down the street.  Michael also gave a friendly wave to Mr. Jacobson,
the man whose family lived across the street from Bobby.  The older man
didn't return it though.  Instead, he turned his back to Michael and
continued watering the flowerbed that ran along the side of his yard,
seeming to mutter something under his breath.

	If Michael could have heard his comment, he would have thought the
man even less friendly than he already did.  "Goddamn faggots, now we got
another one in the neighborhood.  Pretty soon this place is going to be
overrun with fucking queers."  Elliott Jacobson had seen Billy go into
Bobby's house the night before, and knew he had spent the night with Bobby.

	He had considered saying something to Bobby's parents about how
their house was becoming a virtual brothel for young boys, but never did.
He thought they were usually too drunk to care one way or another.  The
impression that they didn't care was certainly true, not necessarily
because they were often drunk, or well on their way to it, but more so
because they regarded Bobby as something inconvenient that had happened in
their lives.  As far as material things were concerned, he never wanted for
anything.  It was the loving relationship between a child and his parents
that he was missing.

	Mr. Jacobson had also noticed the police cars prowling by the
previous afternoon, sometimes stopping for an officer to knock at the door.
No one had answered any of those queries, and he had not put it together
with the news reports about the attempted kidnapping at the local high
school.  He just assumed that Bobby and his friends must be doing something
untoward to warrant all that attention from the police.

	As was his custom, Michael rang the bell twice to announce his
arrival before entering the house.  He left his shoes in the entry hall
next to Bobby's and started climbing the stairs to his lover's bedroom.  He
assumed that's where Bobby would be since Billy hadn't been dressed for
swimming when he left the house.  He met and briefly greeted Bobby's
parents at the top of the stairs.

	Bobby's mother was preceding her husband down the hallway from
their bedroom.  "Oh, you're back so soon?" Helene Connor said to Michael
when she saw him.

	Michael's only response was a confused look.

	"I just thought you were on your way home after spending the
night," she explained.

	'Spent the night?' Michael thought.  But he managed to finally
speak and said, "Um no Ma'am, not just yet.  I thought maybe Bobby and I
would have a swim."

	"Well you and Robert have a good time in the pool," Arthur Connor
said.  "We'll be spending the night out at a benefit party."  It was only
then that Michael noticed that Bobby's father had an overnight bag in each
hand and a garment bag slung over his shoulder.

	Michael told them he was sure he and Bobby would enjoy themselves,
and wished them a pleasant evening out.  Bobby's bedroom door was open when
Michael got to it, and Michael saw him sitting at one of the computers on
the long table where his network equipment was set up.  Michael knocked on
the doorframe as he entered the room.  "Hey there," he said as he walked
over towards Bobby.

	Michael noticed on the way in that Bobby's bed looked a little more
disheveled than usual, and the covers were pushed back all the way to the
foot of the bed.  He wasn't a suspicious person by nature, and figured that
maybe Steven and Carson had stayed over the night before.  He knew they
often did.  That would also explain Bobby's mother's comment when they met
in the hallway.  The thought that it was Billy who had spent the night
never even crossed his mind.

	Bobby turned to face him, his face a little flushed.  "Hey, how's
it going?  You never called me last night."  Bobby got up from his chair to
give Michael a hug, then when they started to break apart, Bobby drew him
back in for a kiss.

	When they finally broke apart, and recovered their breath, Michael
told him about the text messages and what was in them.  "Sorry, I didn't
notice them," Bobby told him.  "So is the car fixed now?"

	"Yeah, I got a plug put in the tire this morning on my way over
here," Michael told him.  Then he asked, "So what do you want to do today?"

	"Well, it's really nice out, let's put the top on your car down and
go for a drive in the park.  Then later we can come back here, get
something to eat and have a swim," Bobby suggested.

	"The top is already down," Michael laughed.  "And that sounds like
a great plan to me."

	"Okay fantastic!" Bobby said.  He started stripping the sheets from
his bed, hoping that Michael wouldn't notice any of the sticky, wet spots
and said "just let me throw these in the washer before we leave.  That way
they'll be ready for the dryer by the time we get home."  Michael waited in
Bobby's room while he carried the linens downstairs to the laundry room.

	Just after Bobby left the room, the computer where Bobby had been
sitting beeped, drawing Michael's attention.  A dialogue box announced that
file recovery was complete, and wanted to know if the files should be
viewed now.  Two files were listed, LOGFILE.TXT and CAM_CAP.AVI.  When he
came back in, Michael pointed at the monitor and asked, "You have some
trouble with one of the computers?"

	"No, not really," Bobby answered.  "I had to shut the computer off
last night while it was doing something, and I wanted to see if I could
recover the files it was working on when I cut it off.  Looks like it
probably worked."

	"What was it?" Michael asked.

	"Come on," Bobby said, grabbing a pair of sunglasses before taking
Michael's hand and leading him toward the door.  "I'll tell you about it in
the car.  Then when we get home, if you want we can see how well I managed
to recover the files."

- - -

	"You're kidding me," Michael said as he turned the car into the
entrance to Abby Park.  Bobby had been telling him about what had happened
to him after Michael had dropped him off the previous afternoon.  He had
just come to the point where he caught Billy dancing in front of the web
cam.  "So, he was dancing in front of the web cam in his boxers?" Michael
asked.

	"Yeah, but that's not all," Bobby continued.  "You should have seen
the boxers he was wearing.  They were bright white with hearts all over
them."

	"Damn that would be a sight!  Do you have any idea who was
watching?"

	"No, not yet, the log file is one of the ones I was recovering when
you came over.  The other is the recorded video of the dance he was doing.
You can watch it when we get back to my house if you want to."

	Michael slowed the car and looked over at Bobby.  "You mean he
recorded it?" he asked, stunned.

	"Well, not like intentionally, no.  The camera software is set up
to automatically record when it's turned on," Bobby explained.  "Steven and
Carson used to use it quite a bit to put on shows, and they always wanted
to save a copy.  It was just easier to set it up so that it recorded
automatically."

	Michael pulled the car to the curb and stopped.  He turned to
Bobby, a stunned expression on his face.  "Steven and Carson used to put on
shows?" he asked.

	"Yeah," Bobby admitted.  "I even sort of got in the action a couple
times too, but I always made sure my face wasn't in the picture."

	Michael shook his head as he eased off the brake and pulled the car
slowly away from the curb.  "Wow," he said, "my boyfriend, the amateur
pornography king."

	"It's not anything like that!  It was just like, well, they wanted
to put on these little acts for people."  Bobby and Michael rode in silence
for a moment.  Then eventually Bobby admitted after a few more questions
that Steven and Carson's first "real" sex had been on cam, for an audience.
Michael gave a low whistle and glanced across at Bobby.

* * *

	Kyle came back into his bedroom, rubbing his towel across the top
of his head, partially drying his hair.  Joey's gaze was captured by his
dick, not erect but not completely soft either, swinging between his legs.
His balls were hanging low just behind it, swaying along with it as he
walked.  Joey wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he thought it looked as if
Kyle had trimmed the dark brown patch of hair growing just above it.

	Joey got up and started toward the bathroom.  Kyle was standing
halfway between the bed and the bathroom door, and Joey paused there for a
moment.  He placed the palm of his hand on Kyle's stomach, right between
his bellybutton and his patch of pubic hair.  He didn't feel any stubble
there, but could have sworn he remembered a little trail of hair leading up
towards Kyle's navel from before.

	He put his face close to Kyle's as he allowed his hand to rub on
Kyle's stomach.  "Did you save me some hot water?" he whispered.

	Kyle looked directly into Joey's eyes and answered, "Yes, you know
I did baby."  They shared a quick kiss before Joey went into the bathroom
to get into the shower.  Kyle turned to watch him as he walked away.  The
tight little globes of his ass wiggled just a little as he walked.  Kyle's
first thought was to join Joey in the shower when he witnessed that
beautiful sight, but somehow he managed to hold back.  There would be
plenty of time for that later he thought.

	One thing Joey noticed as he stepped into the warm spray of the
shower was that there was a razor in a rack hanging from the pipe
protruding from the wall to which the showerhead was attached.  It was
there among a couple different bars of soap, a bottle of shampoo and some
hair conditioner.  Curious, Joey picked it up and examined it.  Sure
enough, there were a few long, coarse hairs caught in its triple blade.
There was only one place Joey could think of from where they might have
come.

	Joey's dick had become hard almost instantly when he made that
discovery.  He debated whether to go ahead and jack off quickly in the
shower or not, finally deciding to just save it for later.  He'd probably
still be hard when he went back into Kyle's room to get dressed to go
swimming at Kyle's family's club.  'Fuck it,' he thought.  'It might give
him a little something to think about for later, and it's bound to go down
after I get dressed.'

	And as it turned out, Joey was still hard when he walked back into
Kyle's room.  Just as Kyle had done, he came back into the bedroom toweling
his hair dry.  His dick was swinging a little more sharply between his legs
given its aroused state and his balls hung low beneath it.  Kyle was lying
back on the bed, propped up on his elbows watching him as he came back into
the room, and although Joey wasn't looking directly at him, he could feel
Kyle's eyes on him, studying his body.

	When he finally dropped the towel on the floor and looked at Kyle,
Kyle's eyes were still focused on his mid-section.  Joey couldn't resist
asking - "You see anything interesting?"

	Kyle's attention was so concentrated that he wasn't aware of what
Joey had said to him.  He looked up and said "What?"

	"I was asking if you saw anything interesting.  I think you must
have," Joey replied as he sat down on the bed next to Kyle.

	When Joey sat down, he was close enough that their legs were
touching.  Kyle had put on a pair of boardie shorts and a t-shirt while
Joey was in the shower, so the only skin-on-skin contact was right at their
knees.  That is it was, until Joey maneuvered his leg between Kyle's.  Now
their calves were pressed firmly together.  Kyle wasn't able to help
himself.  He reached over and took Joey's hardness in his hand and gave a
gentle squeeze.

	It felt very good to Joey, and he leaned back for a moment and
gasped.  He recovered his composure quickly enough, remembering that he
wanted to save it for later, and gently slapped the back of Kyle's hand.
"Not now," he said.  "We have all weekend, remember?"

	Kyle didn't remove his hand.  Instead, he used the other to push
Joey back, flat onto the bed.  He lowered his face over Joey's and they
began to kiss.  Although the kiss was initiated by Kyle, Joey quickly
became the aggressor there, opening his mouth and probing with his tongue.
As they kissed, Kyle's hand began slowly stroking Joey's rock hard shaft.
Joey started pumping into Kyle's hand almost involuntarily.  Kyle took this
as a sign that he should increase his stroking, and he broke the kiss to
give Joey's dick more attention.  Joey was about to resist, but then he
felt Kyle's mouth envelop him.  He lost all resolve to wait.

* * *

	As it turned out, Alex's "dumb" question lightened the mood
somewhat, and the four boys started talking.  The two couples introduced
themselves to each other, and a few minutes later, Brandon and Alex had
dropped their bikes in the grass and were sitting cross-legged next to each
other, facing Steven and Carson who were now lying back next to each other,
propped up on their elbows.  They were talking and getting to know each
other.

	"So, you guys are in high school at Fleming?" Brandon asked.  "And
you're like, a couple?"

	As was usual for them, Alex picked up where Brandon had left off.
"And you're like, a couple, and everyone knows?  That's so cool.  We're
going to school there next year."

	Steven and Carson both nodded, but it was Carson who spoke.  "Yeah,
but it isn't always that easy.  There are still some people that don't
accept us.  It landed me in the hospital once, and just yesterday..."  He
let that statement trail off.

	Brandon and Alex hadn't heard any of the news reports about what
had happened at the high school the previous afternoon.  It was Alex that
asked "What happened yesterday?"

	Steven and Carson exchanged looks, and Steven nodded, signaling
Carson to go on.

	"Steven's mother tried to have him kidnapped after school and sent
away to some brain washing place that says they can cure kids of being
gay," Carson said.

	Brandon and Alex looked at each other for a moment, then turned
back to the other two boys and said in unison, "Cure kids of being gay?"

	Brandon added, "Anyone would think it was flu the way they talk
about it!"

	Steven nodded and said, "Yeah, imagine an anti-gay pill!  Anyway,
that's apparently what they think, but their methods are pretty extreme
apparently.  You might have heard of them - the 'Love Through Action'
people?"

	Brandon had heard of them.  "Oh, you mean the 'God hates fags'
assholes, right?"

	Steven nodded again.  "Yeah, that's them.  If my mom had her way,
I'd probably be all doped up and getting electric shock therapy right now.
That seems to be their favorite 'cure' for gayness."

	"Bet they get off on it too," Carson threw in.  "They probably all
go jack off afterwards, thinking bout those kids strapped down and
twitching around on the table."

	"Shit, how did you get away?" Alex asked, curiously.

	Steven put his arm around Carson's shoulders and said, "I have some
really good friends that were looking out for me.  They helped me get away.
The assholes that tried to take me got arrested, and my dad threw my mom
out of the house for her part in it."

	"Damn dude," Brandon said.  "That really sucks."

	"Yeah," Steven agreed.  "I had a long talk with my dad after we got
home from the police station last night though, and apparently this had
been coming on for a long time.  Um, their breaking up that is."

	Alex was curious about how the other boys' parents had handled
finding out that they were gay, and lovers.  He already knew full well how
his father felt about it, not much differently than Steven's mother
apparently did.  "So, your mother was against you being gay and your father
was okay with it?" he asked.  He knew it would probably be exactly the
reverse at his house, except his mother always bowed down to whatever his
father wanted.

	"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Steven answered, and told him the
entire story about his parents walking in on them, catching them,
literally, in the act.

	Alex turned toward Carson and asked him, "So what about your
parents?"

	Carson looked down at his knees for just a moment before returning
Alex's gaze and answering the question.  "My mom is okay with it, and so is
her boyfriend.  I don't see my dad very much.  He's sort of an asshole.  My
parents have been divorced for a long time...  He um, well, he used to get
drunk and hit her."

	"It's good she got you both away from him then," Brandon said.

	"Yeah," Alex agreed.  "That would suck being around that."  He had
a pretty good idea what he was talking about.  Even though he had never
seen his father hit his mother, he knew full well that he was capable of
it.

	Steven wanted to change the subject to something a little more
pleasant.  "So you guys are going to Fleming next year?"

	"Yeah!" Brandon and Alex both answered at once, excited.

	"That's cool," Carson said.  "Maybe we'll see you around sometimes
at school.  We can introduce you to some of the other guys we know."

	"You mean there's other guys that are out at Fleming?" Alex asked,
inferring his meaning.

	"Uh, yeah...  The quarterback of our football team is gay.
Everyone knows about him and his boyfriend," Steven told them.

	"You mean Michael Price, right?" Brandon said, really as more of a
statement than a question.  "We know him."

	"Yeah," Alex continued, "and his boyfriend too!  In fact, this one
time, we caught them..."  Alex was interrupted by a sharp punch in the arm
from Brandon.

	"Dude, don't you EVER think before you talk?" Brandon exclaimed.
"It isn't our place to tell people about that."

	"You opened the door already," Carson said, a note of curiosity in
his voice.  "What exactly did you catch them doing?"

	"Yeah, you really have to tell us about this," Steven added,
intrigued.

	Brandon cast a sideways glance at Alex and said "Well, you might as
well go ahead now.  You guys just don't tell them we told you about this,
okay?"

	Steven and Carson agreed, and Alex told them about their camping
outing in the woods and coming across Michael and Bobby having sex in the
old scout pavilion in the woods.  He didn't mention that they were walking
around the woods naked, save for their shoes when that all happened though.

	Eventually the topic of conversation drifted off to other things,
and the four boys were enjoying their talk.  They were getting along very
well together as they got to know each other.  Finally, Brandon stretched
out his legs and lay back on the grass with his hands behind his head.  He
admired the clear, blue sky for a moment - only a few puffy white clouds
drifted by, high overhead.  Then he propped himself up on his arms and
raised his knees with his legs spread apart.

	When he did this, without meaning to, he gave Steven and Carson a
good view up into the legs of his shorts.  Carson was the first to notice
that he had a clear view right into Brandon's groin, his large, flaccid
cock hanging down over his nut sack.  It was clear that he wasn't wearing
any underwear beneath the mesh gym shorts he had on.  Carson's gaze was
fixed on it until Steven noticed his boyfriend was staring at the other
boy, and followed his eyes to see exactly where he was looking.

	When he saw what Carson was looking at, he nudged him slightly and
said, "It's not polite to stare, Carson."  Even having admonished Carson,
Steven still took a nice, long look at Brandon's equipment.  Carson
however, continued to stare.

	Brandon and Alex both picked up on what the other two were looking
at and talking about.  The attention he was getting caused blood to flow
into his cheeks, causing an obvious blush.  It also began to flow into his
dick, causing it to begin to lift slightly as it became aroused.  Still, he
didn't make a move to conceal himself from their view.

	Finally Steven grabbed Carson's head and pulled him in for a deep
kiss, figuring that was going to be the only way to break his gaze.  When
they broke apart, Carson looked into his eyes and said, "Well admit it, you
looked too, didn't you?"

	Steven's only answer was a blush and a shrug.

	Carson turned back to Brandon and said, "Damn, how big does that
thing get anyway?

	Brandon shrugged and answered, "I don't know exactly, I've never
measured it."

	Alex reached over and stroked him a few times through his shorts
and said "If you ask nicely he might show you."

	Brandon enjoyed the feeling of Alex rubbing him through his shorts,
and the slick nylon material rubbing on his still stiffening penis.  He
threw his head back for just a second, but quickly recovered and batted
Alex's hand away.  "Alex!" he said.

	"Well, you will won't you?" Alex responded.

	"Out here?  Like this, in public?" Brandon asked.  "I don't think
so!"

	"Sure, why not?" Alex said as he pulled back on Brandon's shorts,
exposing more of his legs as he gathered the material into Brandon's
crotch.  By the time he was done, a little more than just the tip of
Brandon's half-hard member was poking out into the open air.

- - -

	Michael's car crept down the windy little road that led through the
park at an idle.  He had the transmission in neutral and they slowly
coasted down the gentle slope.  As they wound through the 'coves' they
watched the other people in the park, occasionally commenting on someone
they saw.  The comments ranged everywhere from "Ewwwwwww, gross!  Fat
people shouldn't wear spandex!" to "Damn, isn't he cute!"

	Then Bobby spotted two of their friends sitting in the grass with a
couple other guys he thought he recognized.  "Isn't that Steven and Carson
down there?" he asked.

	Michael looked at where he was pointing and answered, "Yeah I think
it is."

	"Who is that they're with?" Bobby asked.  "I know I recognize them
from somewhere."  It had been a long time since that day in the nearby
woods when he and Michael had been very literally caught in the act by the
two boys.

	Michael recognized them immediately though.  "Um, don't you
remember that day in the woods back in the fall?  When we got uh, caught?"

	Suddenly it all came back to him.  "Oh yeah, I remember," Bobby
said, thinking about the two boys that had caught them having sex - the two
boys who were traipsing around the woods wearing nothing but their tennis
shoes.

	As they watched, the brunette boy put his hand over into the blonde
boy's lap, and after a moment, pulled back on his shorts.  They were too
far away to be sure, but it looked as if the blonde boy's dick was sticking
out through the leg hole of his shorts once he had done this.  Michael cut
off the engine and let his car drift to a stop in the 'cove' overlooking
the spot where the four boys were sitting.  Bobby leaned over Michael to
get a better view of what was going on below them.

	"Why don't we go say hello?" Michael said.

	"You think we ought to?" Bobby asked.

	"Yeah, but let's get out of the car and watch up here for a few
minutes first.  It looks like this might be our turn to catch THEM doing
something."  And with that, they unfastened their seatbelts and got out of
the car, quietly closing the doors so they wouldn't draw attention to
themselves.  They sat on the grass at the edge of the curb atop the hill,
holding hands and watched what was going on below them.

* * *

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