Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 00:06:20 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 43 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 and Dave for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance along the way. Thanks also go to the Nifty Archive for hosting this and all the other stories. They do take donations to defray operating expenses, so please help them out if you can. 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Brandon and Alex Chapter Forty Three It was just his mother who was waiting for Kelly when he came out into the parking lot after leaving Doug in the shower room at the pool. When Kelly got into her Mercedes convertible, she asked him how his day at the club had been - the same question she asked every time she picked him up. He wasn't sure whether or not she ever really paid attention to the answer, or if it was just one of those questions or statements you're supposed to expect: something like telling people you don't know to have a good day when you could really give a rat's ass if they had a good day or choked on their lunch. "It was great mom," he gave the expected response in the expected tone of voice. As he did he was wondering if people ever really had a nice day because of some loose-lipped cashier telling them to do that as they paid for whatever it was they were buying. He followed this up with another thought - 'Why am I suddenly being so cynical?' In the back of his mind he knew there was at least one answer. He'd met Doug. He would have liked to tell his mother about that, but how would he do that. What would she say? 'Mom, by the way, I'm bi-sexual and I just had the most amazing sex with this guy I met at the pool this afternoon.' No, he knew that wouldn't work. It would sure get her attention if he did, that much he knew without a doubt. He wasn't expecting her next question - in fact he was caught rather off guard by it. "I ran into Melissa, her mother and her little brother in the parking lot a little while ago. Melissa told me you'd made a new friend at the pool today. She said you two seemed to really hit it off together and became close quite quickly. For some reason Jonathan had a fit of giggles when she said that." His mother was talking about one of the girls in the group he'd been with earlier that day - their families lived only a few houses away from each other and often did things together. She paused for a moment before going on. "Melissa said that you two spent nearly the entire morning together. So who is your new little friend?" 'Little friend?' Kelly thought. 'What, does she think I'm still six years old or something? I'm fourteen, when is she going to realize I'm not a little kid?' Kelly had a feeling there was something his mother knew but wasn't telling him. Well, honesty was supposed to be the best policy - or something like that. Still, he wasn't going to tell her the entire truth, he'd given that consideration a few moments earlier and quickly dismissed that idea. "Um, well... it turns out he goes to St Pius too. He's on the water polo team. It sounds like a cool sport, and he was telling me a lot about it." Kelly kept his answer brief, hoping that it would placate his mother's curiosity for the time being. "So you just met today?" Kelly's mother kept going with the questions... He was used to this from her sometimes, and found it fairly annoying. "Yes mom; today is the first time we met. We do have a math class together, but we sit on opposite sides of the classroom, so we never talked before. Besides, he's in high school and I won't be in high school until next year." "Well you do share a class, that's something. Aren't you glad we put you in St Pius now? I knew the advanced placement system they have would be good for you. You should invite him to come over sometime; I don't think you have your friends over often enough. Maybe you can ask him to join us for dinner tomorrow night. I invited Melissa's family for a cookout, maybe your new friend - What was his name? - anyway, maybe he can join us too." If nothing else, his mother was persistent. And she had somehow managed to get all that out in one breath. 'She could have been a cheerleader talking this fast,' her son thought once she finally finished. "Doug. His name is Doug, and we'll see mom... I forgot to get his cell number though," Kelly told her, thinking there was a way out of this perhaps. "Surely you can find his family's name in the phone book. You do have his last name don't you? You shouldn't always make things so difficult," his mother admonished. Kelly sighed and sat back in the seat, letting the wind from the open convertible top blow through his hair. His mother was going to win, she always did. Now he just had to get Doug's phone number. But would Doug want to come over for a multiple family cookout, or would that just seem a little too weird for him? In any case, Kelly knew he would have to find a way to get in touch with Doug and ask. His mother wouldn't give up until he had. - - - When Doug got home that afternoon, he had mixed emotions. He was excited about meeting Kelly, even more so that they had progressed so far, and as quickly as they had. At the same time this exact thing had him worried. Had he gone too far, too fast? He didn't want Kelly to think he was just some little slut that would wave his legs in the air for just anyone. There was definitely a fine line here, and Doug hoped he hadn't crossed it like he had with Kyle. Doug was in his bedroom later that evening, trolling the gay teen chat rooms as he usually did, when the house phone rang. Doug didn't think anything of it, that phone was never for him. This time however, it was. His mother called him out of his room to answer the phone. Doug went downstairs to the family room, which was the closest extension other than his parents' room and he wasn't supposed to use that one. When he answered, he heard a familiar voice breathe a sigh of relief. "I'm glad I found the right number," Kelly said. "This is the third 'Summers' in the phone book that I called looking for you, and there's a whole bunch that I'd still have to go through. You didn't give me your phone number, you know..." "Yeah," Doug laughed uneasily. "I was a little preoccupied when you were leaving." "Um, yeah... About that..." Kelly was having a hard time finding the words he wanted to say. "I'm sorry I took off so fast. It's just; uh ... it's just that my mom was waiting for me out in the parking lot. I hope you understand." "Don't worry about it," Doug said, relieved. And he was relieved - he hadn't screwed things up with Kelly. "Hey listen, my mom told me this afternoon that we're having some people over for this cookout at our house tomorrow afternoon. So, do you um... Er, well... Do you think you might want to come over for it?" Kyle finally managed to get out. "YES!" Doug accepted quickly. He realized right away how his excitement at being asked must have sounded, so he added much more calmly, "I mean yeah, I'd like that." The two boys made their arrangements, Kelly telling Doug how to get to his house and that he should show up early, around two in the afternoon. That way they could just goof off; play video games or whatever else came to mind until later in the afternoon when they would be eating. Doug was grinning ear to ear when he hung up the phone. Doug hung up the phone and turned around. His mother was looking at him, smiling. "You seem pretty excited about something," she commented. 'Shit!' was the first thing that went through Doug's mind. He'd forgotten all about his mother being in the room with him when he took the phone call. His first instinct was to make up some story to tell her, but he had been getting caught doing just that far too much lately. Besides, what reason did he have to lie? But then that hadn't necessarily stopped him before, which of course was why it was that he always seemed to get caught. "Um, a friend of mine just invited me to a cookout tomorrow night," he stammered out. "It must be some cookout to get you so excited," his mother observed. "Well, he goes to St Pius also, and he said that his parents were having a bunch of people over, so I guess I figure there's going to be a bunch of kids from school there," Doug explained. "It is okay if I go isn't it?" He hadn't even thought to ask his parents if it would be alright before he accepted Kelly's invitation. Doug's mother smiled. "Well, since you've already told him you'd come I suppose it's alright with me. Just think to ask first from now on." Doug smiled again. "Okay mom, I'll try," he said. Then Doug turned and left the kitchen, headed back to his bedroom. He had several instant messages waiting for him when he got back to his computer from his online friends. There were a couple who were even excited for him when he told them about meeting Kelly and the plans they had for the next day. A couple others, who had been leading on seemed jealous. One of them left chat right after he made his little announcement. * * * Steven and Carson pulled their shirts and shorts back on where they had dropped them earlier next to Bobby's pool and left through the house. They picked up their shoes at the front door and took them out to the front porch to put them on. As they sat on the front steps of Bobby's house tying their shoe laces, Carson turned and looked at Steven. "Is it just me or did Michael seem a little out of it today?" Steven looked up and considered what Carson had asked. After a moment he answered, "Yeah, he did seem sort of distracted. I can't really put my finger on what it was, but you're right. He really didn't seem like himself." Steven finished tying his shoes, got up and looked back at Carson who was still sitting on the steps thinking. "Come on," Steven said. "He's probably just thinking about graduation and going off to college. You know there's only about a month left until the end of school and he probably just has a lot on his mind." Carson stood and joined Steven as they walked to their bicycles. Just before they reached them, Carson stopped and asked "Where did Michael get that football scholarship anyway?" "I'm not sure," Steven answered. "All I really know is that it was some place that's out of state. I don't think Michael or Bobby ever told me where exactly he's going to school next year." "Yeah, you know you're right. I don't think either one of them ever said. That's sort of weird isn't it?" Steven and Carson didn't talk much more as they rode toward Carson's house. They were both giving consideration not only to the way Michael had been acting, but to the fact that their friends had kept something as important as where Michael was going to college from them. As they approached the street where Carson's house was located, they saw a large black SUV turn and drive off the other direction. "Looks like we're going to have the house to ourselves," Carson said. "That looked like my mom's boyfriend's car that just drove away." Steven looked over at him and laughed. "You can't be suggesting... Again? Well, okay - maybe in a little while." When they walked into Carson's house they found out that he had only been half right. As they came in the kitchen door they were holding hands and smiling. Carson used their hand holding to pull Steven into him for a kiss. They stayed locked in their embrace until Carson's mother cleared her throat. "I'd suggest that you two get a room, but you have one right upstairs," she said, jokingly. Carson broke the kiss and turned toward his mother. "Jeez, Mom!" he said as his face turned a bright shade of red, causing both his mother and Steven to burst of laughing. This earned Steven a playful punch on his arm just before Carson grabbed his hand and led him out of the kitchen. Carson's mother called after them, "Leave the door open, and Steven do you want to stay for dinner? Henry's gone to the store to pick up some steaks; we're going to cook them on the grill." "Let me call my dad and find out if it's okay," Steven called back to her. "Tell him he's invited too if he doesn't have any plans, there's going to be plenty of food!" A few minutes later, Steven came back into the kitchen to tell Carson's mother that his father was going to join them for dinner and would be over in about an hour. Barbara smiled, thanked him and ruffled his hair with her hand as she sent him back to her son's room. Once he was gone, Barbara called Henry on his cell phone and told him to pick up extra food; they were going to have company for dinner after all. * * * As Brandon and Alex rode their bikes away from Bobby's house they were both thinking about what they had done there, and what the others had done as well. They both thought the experience had been intensely erotic; still there was something a little unsettling about the reserved way the oldest boy in the group had been acting. They rode side by side in silence for a while before Brandon finally spoke up. "Alex, tell me something. Was that just a little bit weird or what?" Brandon had even sensed the uncomfortable aura that Michael was projecting. Alex didn't even hesitate to answer. "You mean about Michael? Yeah, I thought there was something he didn't like about everything that was going on. I sort of caught on to that feeling even when we met in the park." As usual, Alex had caught on more quickly to the feelings of those around him. "I didn't really notice anything then," Brandon told him. "I did get a feeling that he wasn't really all that happy about what we were doing at the pool, and even more so once we went up to Bobby's room." Alex laughed a little when Brandon said that. "Well, you always have been sort of slow picking up how other people are feeling." When he said that he knew that Brandon wasn't really indifferent to the way other people were feeling, but they both knew that he was always the first of the two that was able to sense the emotions of others. "It was sort of nice to get to know some of the people we'll be going to school with next year though," Brandon observed. "Yeah, and they did seem pretty cool," Alex agreed. Neither of them realized that Michael's unease with the situation was that he didn't really appreciate the idea of group sex. If they were to think more about his reaction the day they had caught him and Bobby having sex in the old picnic pavilion in the woods, they might have figured this out, but their own tendencies toward exhibitionism were acting like blinders in this situation. Despite the attempt at sex outdoors with Bobby that day, Michael's views on public nudity and group sex were very conservative. As they approached their houses, they saw that their fathers were both out in their front yards, Brandon's father was getting the mower ready to cut their front yard, and Alex's father was already busy with a hedge trimmer, working on the bushes in front of their house. Brandon looked over at Alex and said "Bet we get drafted..." "Yeah," Alex agreed. Both their fathers had decided that they were old enough to be helping out with the yard work, and besides, it did put a little extra spending money in their pockets. Truthfully, Brandon didn't mind helping his father with the yard work; he actually sort of enjoyed it. Alex though, because of the more strained relationship he had with his father looked at it far more as an unwelcome chore. "We might as well volunteer to help then," Brandon suggested. "We're going to have to do it anyway, and besides, a few extra brownie points with the 'rents can't hurt." Reluctantly, Alex agreed. He didn't particularly like it, but he did appreciate the logic of Brandon's suggestion. And as he saw it, his fate was already sealed. He said his farewell to Brandon and turned his bike into his driveway. He parked his bike in the garage, and went to ask his father what he could do to help with the yard work. He was instructed to get the lawnmower out of the utility shed in the backyard, fill it with gas and start cutting the yard. "Don't forget to check the oil before you get started," his father reminded him as he turned to leave. "I won't," Alex called back over his shoulder as he walked around the corner of the house. Alex was a little annoyed that his father reminded him of this every time he was getting ready to cut the grass. 'Jeez,' he thought. 'It isn't like this is rocket science!' Thirty minutes later, Brandon and Alex were both finishing up cutting the grass in their respective front yards. They had both stripped off their shirts and were just wearing shorts and athletic shoes. Alex admired Brandon's torso, glistening with sweat as he looked over and smiled across the low hedge that separated their front yards. He couldn't help but think how hot his boyfriend looked - figuratively speaking of course. Brandon had similar thoughts about Alex as he looked at his boyfriend and smiled on his way around the house to the backyard. When Brandon got to the rear of his house, he noticed almost immediately that a large rectangular patch next to the patio had been lined off and the sod dug out. He was standing, wondering why the area had been dug out when his father joined him. He turned and looked up at his father. "What's up with that?" he asked. "We're getting a hot tub put in next week," his father explained. "I didn't really have to dig it out like that, but it did save me five hundred dollars and this way they don't screw up and put it in the wrong place." "Wow!" Brandon exclaimed, excitedly. "That's too cool! Wait until I tell Alex about this!" Brandon's father chuckled, ruffled his son's hair and then left him to finish cutting the grass. He was happy that his son appreciated the addition he was putting onto the family home. * * * "You know, I really didn't like what you got us into this afternoon," Michael started. He was able to tell by the crestfallen look on Bobby's face when he said that - this was not going to be an easy conversation. Bobby hung his head on his chest. When he finally spoke a few minutes later, he said "I'm sorry. I thought it would be exciting and different. I didn't realize it would upset you so much." He paused for a moment, hoping that Michael would speak, but he didn't. "I really am sorry Michael," Bobby repeated. Michael stood and walked toward the door. When he got there he turned to look at Bobby, who was still sitting on the edge of his bed, naked. "I'm really sorry Bobby, but you have to know this was coming sooner or later..." he started. Michael had talked with Bobby about the improbability of them being able to maintain a long distance relationship when he went away to school after their summer break. He thought that maybe what had happened that day might have just been Bobby acting out, trying to show him that their relationship would be okay when he went away to school. That perhaps they could even have an open relationship while he was away at school. That wasn't something Michael was able or willing to accept though, and he thought he had made that clear before. "Listen Bobby," Michael started. "I thought we talked about this before. I don't like the idea of orgies, or group sex. It just isn't the way I was brought up. When it comes to sex and intimacy I'm strictly a one-on-one kind of guy. I don't like the idea of sharing my boyfriend." "Sorry Michael, I wasn't thinking," Bobby replied. Bobby was thinking though - he was thinking about what he had done with Billy, and his betrayal of Michael in doing so. It wasn't that he felt guilty so much as he just hoped that Michael wouldn't find out what he had done. He did truly love Michael and didn't want him to be hurt. Michael pulled Bobby into an embrace. "It's okay baby," he said. "I think we need to talk some more about 'us' when I go off to school though. I don't think it would be fair for me to ask you to wait for me." "But what you just said, you know - about not sharing your boyfriend..." Bobby was getting Michael's meaning. "I know," Michael reassured him. "It's not that I want us to break up, but we'll be so far apart for so long. I just don't think it will work out." "But I don't want us to break up..." "I don't either," Michael told him. "But do you think it's fair for me to ask you to wait for me four years? More than that really when you consider that you'll be away at school when I get done?" "So that's it then?" Bobby asked. He could see in Michael's face that this was hurting his boyfriend, but he also knew how unlikely it would be that he could go the six or seven years that their higher education would keep them apart with the exception of short breaks here and there. He tightened his hold on Michael, hugging him close. "Let's just make the best of the time we have left," Michael said as he wiped a couple tears from Bobby's cheeks. "That's all we can do right now. Okay?" Bobby gave a gentle nod in response. * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net (I will answer all e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while sometimes), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk. 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