Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:26:14 -0500
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 40

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Brandon and Alex Chapter Forty

	Joey Mitchell was drained, in more ways than one.  He lay back on
Kyle's bed, panting.  The smell of sex hung ever so faintly in the air.
Kyle was in the bathroom rinsing his mouth when Joey heard footsteps coming
up the stairs.  He got up quickly, rushed to where his board shorts were
lying on the floor and started pulling them on.

	 Kyle's father appeared at the top of the stairs.  Henry Praegler
scanned the room as he entered, considering the job the two boys had done
moving his son's furniture and arranging it.  Joey's back was still toward
him as he came into the room.  "Um, are you boys going to be ready to go
over to the club to have your swim soon?" he asked.

	Joey turned to face him and answered, "Yes sir, I think we'll be
ready in a couple minutes."  Joey could feel himself blushing.  He wasn't
sure if he had got his pants up all the way to cover himself before Kyle's
father had reached the top of the stairs.  He was also worried that Kyle's
father would detect that faint odor that would give away what he and Kyle
had been doing.

	"Okay, well you two come downstairs when you're ready.  I'll drive
you over.  I'll be ready whenever you are," Kyle's father told him, then
turned and walked back down the stairs.

	When Kyle came back into the room, he asked "Did you say
something?"

	"Huh?" Joey responded.

	"I thought I heard something," Kyle explained.

	"Oh, I was talking to your father," Joey told him.  "He came up to
let us know that he's ready to take us to the club whenever we're ready to
go."  Joey paused for a second, frowned, and then asked Kyle, "Hey, it's
Saturday.  Why is your father wearing a tie?"

	Kyle looked at him and shrugged.  "I don't know.  He always does.
I used to think he even wore it to bed.  Then I caught him in bed with my
mom one time..."

	Joey thought he knew what Kyle was referring to - and in a way he
did.  Yeah, Kyle had caught them in bed together when he was about six
years old, and they were doing exactly what Joey thought Kyle was talking
about.  But the point he did not appreciate was that Kyle's parents
normally slept in separate beds.

	Kyle's parents were older than those of most of his friends.  In
fact, his mother had once been mistaken by a lifeguard at the club's pool
for his grandmother.  She had been mad at him for not being at the pool
that day when she showed up looking for him.  But when Kyle had told her
that the lifeguard had said that his grandmother had been looking for him,
she had deflated.  They were very old fashioned in many ways, but spared
nothing where Kyle was concerned.  He was their pride and joy, and although
Kyle certainly wasn't a spoiled child, he got just about anything he ever
wanted.

	"So, you ready to go to the club for a swim?" Kyle asked.

	"Sure," Joey said, as he slipped his feet into his sneakers and
tugged his t-shirt on over his head.

	"We can change into our swim suits in the locker room at the club,"
Kyle told him as they started down the stairs.  "I have a couple suits in
my locker there."

	Suddenly Joey realized that he might be required to change in front
of other people and also recalled that he didn't have anything on under the
board shorts he was wearing.  Joey took hold of Kyle's arm.  "Change?" he
said.  "What do you mean change?"

	"Well, we can't wear our shorts in the pool," Kyle said.  "Of
course we'll change.  Don't worry about it."  Then, having reached the
bottom of the steps that led to his new room, he turned.  Joey was still
slightly above him on the bottom step.  Kyle reached up and kissed Joey
ever so briefly on the lips.  "Don't worry babe, I'll be there with you."

	Joey felt a little better having been told that.  He really didn't
know what to expect when they got to the country club where Kyle's family
had a membership.  He had never been to a country club before, and somehow
had conjured the idea that it would be a very plush and proper place where
he might not fit in.  His family wasn't poor by any means, but they didn't
have a membership at a country club.  Kyle picked up on the fact that Joey
was nervous, but wasn't sure why.  He wished he knew what was going on, and
if there might be something he could do to make Joey feel better.

	When Kyle asked if something was wrong, Joey denied it.

- - -

	Kyle's father brought the huge SUV to a stop in front of the club's
main entrance.  It looked as fancy a place as Joey had envisioned it, and
he had arrived in a vehicle that could have been a bus in some third-world
countries.  Kyle's father was still wearing dress slacks and a shirt with a
necktie.  Joey wondered if he was going to wear those clothes to play golf.
It sure seemed like he might, impractical as it was.  Henry Praegler
stepped around to the rear of the vehicle and opened the back to allow a
valet to pull his golf clubs out as another young man, a few years older
than Kyle and Joey, stepped up to the driver's door to take it away to be
parked.  Kyle had to nudge Joey with his elbow to get him to open the door,
as he was sitting on the curb side of the Ford Excursion.

	The two boys exited the vehicle through the rear passenger side
door and met Kyle's father at the back of the SUV.

	"We're going to be in the pool or the sauna," Kyle told his father.

	"Well, just meet us in the dining room at about five," his father
told him.  "Your mother will be joining us for an early dinner and I'd
rather not have to come looking for you two at the pool."

	Kyle agreed and pushed Joey back into the SUV.

	"What are you doing?" Joey asked as he climbed in.

	"We're going to the pool," Kyle told him.  "We'll get the valet to
drop us off there before he parks the car.  It's down the way a bit."  Then
Kyle looked up toward the boy, a college freshman, who had just gotten into
the driver's seat.  "Dude, would you mind dropping us off at the
recreational pool before you park this beast?" he asked.

	The older teen looked back at Kyle and Joey in the mirror, taking
notice of how close they were sitting.  "Sure, no problem dudes.  Hold on,"
he said as he put the large vehicle into gear and sped off from the front
of the clubhouse.  The rapid acceleration of the vehicle pressed them back
into the seat, and it was almost an involuntary reaction that their hands
met, and held, and then they squeezed each other.

	'They're just a couple little rich homo boys,' the valet thought as
he drove off.  He had correctly guessed their relationship from the way
they looked at each other and how close they were sitting in the back seat
of the SUV.  'I sure hope the kid's dad will at least tip worth a damn.
Probably not though, fucking geek, wearing a tie to play golf...'

* * *

	Michael and Bobby watched as Alex pulled Brandon's dick out through
the leg hole of his shorts, holding it on display for their friends on the
grass below them.

	"Dude, if they keep this up they're going to get busted.  Someone
is bound to see what's going on."  Bobby was genuinely concerned not only
for his friends, but also for the other two.  He was just barely acquainted
with them from their encounter in the woods a few months before.  Still,
there was no way he could wish anything bad on anyone - it simply wasn't in
his nature.

	"Okay," Michael agreed as he got up.  He held his hand out to
Bobby.  "Let's go visit with them."

	Bobby took his hand, allowing Michael to pull him up.  He didn't
let go of Michael's hand as they headed down the hill to where the other
four boys were sitting in the grass.  Brandon was the first to see them
coming, and when he did he brushed Alex's hand away from his nearly hard
penis and tried to get everything stuffed back into the leg of his shorts.
Given his aroused state, this wasn't the easiest thing to do.  In fact he
wasn't entirely successful.  Even as Michael and Bobby stepped up to them,
he was still fighting to get his shorts to conceal the entirety of his
penis.

	All his fighting with it though didn't help.  All it did was make
him harder still.  The result was that the now stiff shaft, pointed down
his leg, held the nylon mesh material of his shorts up.  This left his
balls, as well as nearly the entire underside of his shaft clearly in view.
It was really only the head that wasn't visible through the leg hole of
Brandon's shorts, but it was easy to make out where it pushed up against
the fabric of his shorts.  The extent of his embarrassment was evident from
the deepness of the red his face had turned.

	Bobby couldn't resist a little good natured ribbing - "Busted!" he
called out as he and Michael walked up to the four boys sitting on the
grass.  Michael said nothing.  He just stood next to his boyfriend, still
holding his hand and smiling.

	Steven and Carson turned to see their friends, blushing a bit as
they did.  "Hey guys," Steven said.  Carson just nodded as a way of
greeting.

	Bobby and Michael sat down with the others, and Bobby asked Steven
how everything was, following their ordeal the previous afternoon.  Brandon
and Alex listened intently as Steven filled his friends in on what happened
after they separated at the police station the evening before.  They were
still barely able to believe what Steven and Carson had just told them
about.  Alex understood better than any of the others how a parent might be
able to do something like that to their child, but to Carson, Bobby and
Michael it was inconceivable.  Brandon understood almost as well as Alex,
only because of the closeness of their relationship and the threat of them
being broken apart by homophobia on the part of Alex's father not all that
long ago.

	Finally, after Steven finished updating Michael and Bobby on what
happened between his parents at the police station, and what transpired
between him and his father after they got home, their conversation lapsed
into small talk.  Fortunately for Brandon, his erection had subsided by
this time, but he was still left feeling very horny.  Alex, Steven and
Carson felt the same, and all four wondered what may have happened if
Michael and Bobby hadn't interrupted them.

	Carson's curiosity about how large the younger boy's tool would get
when it reached its fully engorged state still overwhelmed his imagination,
and he made mention of it again.  He remembered to ask nicely if Brandon
would show them this time.  Brandon agreed, but after being caught by Bobby
and Michael as they had, he told them that they would have to find
someplace more suitable than out in the open in the park.  He wasn't about
to risk getting caught again.

	Bobby's curiosity was peaking as well; besides, the two boys were
very cute.  He wouldn't mind at all seeing what these two looked like
without their clothes.  He had been similarly intrigued by the size of
Billy's equipment in contrast to his slight stature.  'Jesus,' he thought.
'Am I turning into a size queen or something?'  He'd certainly heard of
them, but didn't think until just then about becoming one himself.  He'd
read erotic stories online, but had always been turned off by descriptions
of boys with overly large organs.  Now here he was thinking about them.  Of
course this wasn't anything like reading a story with a boy about their
ages having a ten inch cock, and not only that, this was real.

	"We could go to my house," he suggested.  "My parents are gone for
the day, and there's a pool with a really... um, private back yard."

	Michael gave him at sideways look, but didn't say anything.  He had
a pretty good idea where what Bobby was suggesting could very easily lead.
He wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not, but he bit his tongue and kept
his reservations to himself.  He had been naked around multiple other boys
before - after all, among other things Billy was regularly swimming with
them in the nude lately, and of course there were the showers in the locker
room after practice - but nothing sexual had ever happened on any of those
occasions.

	Both the other couples considered the offer.  Alex made the
agreement for him and Brandon both.  Carson readily agreed as soon as Alex
said that he and Brandon would go - he definitely wanted to see the monster
Brandon was hiding in those shorts, and Steven wasn't about to let Carson
go by himself.  Since the other boys were riding their bikes and Michael
and Bobby were driving in Michael's car, Steven and Carson would show
Brandon and Alex the way to Bobby's house while Michael and Bobby went on
ahead to get things ready.

* * *

	Kyle and Joey were dropped off at the building that fronted the
"recreational" pool at Kyle's family's club.  Kyle dropped a five dollar
bill over the front seat to tip the valet before sliding out.  He knew his
father wouldn't tip well - he never did, and the valet really hadn't been
required to drop them off.  Once they were out of the Excursion and the
vehicle's door was closed, the valet drove off, accelerating quickly away.
Joey and Kyle realized at the same moment that they were still holding
hands as they stood on the sidewalk as the SUV pulled left them standing in
front of the building that housed the locker rooms and saunas and let go
before anyone could see them.

	The pool where they were dropped off was not the one used for
competitive swimming, although the club did have an Olympic size pool that
was used for that purpose.  Joey went over to the fence to look in at the
pool where he was joined a moment later by Kyle.  It was oddly shaped,
almost square, but with an angle cut off one side where the deep end and
diving boards were located.  Ropes marked off the diving area and a shallow
play area where most of the kids were.  They ranged from very young, six or
seven years old all the way up to the teen years, though the groupings of
apparent friends were very distinctive by age.  Some parents and their
smaller children were gathered at a small wading pool that was built off to
one side.  Finally Kyle pulled Joey away from the fence, "Come on, let's
get changed and join them."

	Joey followed Kyle into the locker room, where he stepped up to a
locker and opened it.  He pulled two very skimpy swimsuits off a shelf and
held them out toward Joey, one in each hand.  "Here," he said.  "You're the
guest; you pick the one you want."  One was black, the other a light grey
color.

	Joey reached out and took the grey one.  "You sure this will fit
me?" he asked.  His stature was a bit smaller than Kyle's so it was a
legitimate question.

	"Sure it will," Kyle assured him.  "Those are both ones I wore last
year.  I sort of out grew them.  I have a couple others that are more my
size."  And with that, he pulled a bright red suit down from the shelf.
"I'll wear this one," he said.  He was glad that Joey had picked the light
grey one.  He knew it would become translucent and nearly see through once
it was wet.  He had always worn it when he was feeling a bit like showing
off.

	They stripped off their clothes, placing them in Kyle's locker.
Then they stood naked for a moment, each admiring the other's body.  Their
penises were beginning to thicken a little when the noise of younger boys'
voices approaching broke the trace they had fallen into.  They were just
pulling their swimsuits up past their knees when three little boys, about
eight or nine years old burst into the locker room.  The first stopped dead
in his tracks when he spotted the two teens pulling the skimpy bathing
suits up their legs, causing the other two to crash into him.

	This commotion caused Joey and Kyle both to pause and look in their
direction, giving them a little longer look at their uncovered
mid-sections.  The three boys, curious, simply stood and stared until Kyle,
with a wide grin on his face, pulled his suit the rest of the way up, and
then stuck his hand down the front to adjust his dick into a comfortable
position.  Then Kyle nudged Joey, who was still slightly bent over holding
his bathing suit midway up his thighs looking back at the boys.

	Joey slowly pulled his swimsuit up and adjusted his cock, pushing
it off to the side so that it was in a less obvious position, or so he
hoped.  Once his dick and balls were tucked inside, the three boys ran off
toward the back of the locker room where the men's sauna and Jacuzzi were
located.  Joey turned to Kyle and asked, "You don't think those kids are,
um, well, gay do you?"

	"Nah," Kyle answered.  "Just curious about what their bodies are
going to be like in a few years.  Come on, let's go get wet."

	Kyle grabbed them each a towel from a shelf by the locker room door
as they went out onto the concrete pool deck.  They spread their towels out
onto two lounge chairs near the edge of the concrete area, next to a large
grassy area.  Several other teen boys and girls had their towels spread out
on the grass and were lying on them, sunning themselves.  Kyle and Joey
went into the water almost immediately, and started splashing and playing.
They weren't paying that much attention to anyone else, when suddenly Kyle
felt a hand at each hip, tugging at his Speedo.  Joey was in front of him,
so this came as a complete surprise to him.  He reached down to keep hold
of his suit so he wouldn't be pantsed in the pool.

	Once the hands of this unknown person were removed, Kyle turned his
back on Joey to try to see who had tried to pull his bathing suit down.
All he could tell was that it was a brown haired boy with a deep tan and
wearing bright blue board shorts.  He was swimming away, still under water.
He had no idea who it could have been.  The thought crossed his mind that
whoever it was could sure hold his breath for a long time, and must be an
accomplished swimmer.

	"What's wrong?" Joey asked as he swam up next to him.

	"Somebody just tried to pants me," Kyle told him.  He watched as
the boy surfaced at the far end of the pool, near where their towels were,
and walked away to the grassy area beyond where he lay down with the mixed
group of teen boys and girls.  Kyle couldn't tell who it was, as he only
saw his back, but there was something familiar about him as he walked away.

	"Who was it?" Joey asked.

	"I'm not sure; I only saw him underwater and his back when he got
out of the pool just now.  It was that guy with the blue boardies on."

	"Who is he?" Joey persisted.

	"I'm not sure," Kyle replied.  "He looked familiar, but from behind
I couldn't tell.  I'm sure I know him from somewhere though."  Somewhere in
the back of his mind, a vision of Doug Summers came into focus though.

	Suddenly, Joey jumped on Kyle, dunking him under the water.  This
resulted in a lot of horseplay between the two and moments later the
incident with the boy in the blue shorts was all but forgotten.  By the
time Joey and Kyle returned to their lounges, the group that had been lying
on the grass was gone.

* * *

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