Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 10:47:14 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 46

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Brandon and Alex Chapter Forty Six

	Billy and Bobby frolicked in the pool all afternoon, until it was
finally time for Billy to go home for dinner.

	They had kept their trunks on at first, but eventually the typical
grab-ass behavior had started between the two boys and Billy had yanked
Bobby's swim suit down, even managing to get it completely off his legs.
He pushed off the bottom of the pool, swimming away quickly.  He was no
match for Bobby's speed in the pool, and it was only a quick moment before
Bobby had caught up to him and grabbed his legs.  Billy continued trying to
kick, and stroked at the water with his arms in an attempt to get away.
The effort was futile, as Bobby's larger size gave him a considerable
advantage.

	Bobby stood in the pool and pulled Billy back toward him by the
legs.  Once he was close enough, he grasped the back of the little Speedo
bathing suit Billy wore and pulled it down the younger boy's legs.  It was
only now that he began to release his grip and let Billy pull away.
Seconds later, Bobby was left standing in the middle of the pool holding
Billy's suit, as Billy was reaching the side of the pool about ten yards
away.  Once Billy had grabbed the wall, he threw the shorts Bobby had worn
to swim as far from the pool as he could.  Bobby responded in kind, balling
up Billy's Speedo and heaving it the opposite direction.  They stood in the
water grinning at each other before finally breaking into fits of giggles.

	Bobby started toward Billy, but this time Billy had the advantage.
He climbed up onto the pool deck and dove over Bobby as he approached the
edge.  Bobby heard the splash as Billy reentered the pool behind him.  He
rolled over at the pool's edge and kicked off, following after Billy as he
swam away.  Once again, Bobby's superior size and speed allowed him to
catch up, but this time only a few feet from the far edge of the pool.  He
managed to get a good grip on Billy's ankle, and once he had, he stopped
dead in the water, standing and pulling back.

	Billy wasn't putting up any real fight; it seemed as if it was more
for show than as any serious attempt to get away.  Bobby took hold of
Billy's legs with both hands, flipping him over so that he was now facing
up in the water.  He could see that Billy's dick was quite stiff as he
spread the boy's legs and yanked back, pulling the boy toward him.  He
released his grip on Billy's legs and wrapped his arms around Billy's
torso, pulling him into a firm hug.  The feeling of Billy's stiff member
pressing up against his stomach was just what he needed to bring his own
dick the rest of the way into a full erection.

	The tip brushed gently against the globes of Billy's ass cheeks as
he squirmed in Bobby's arms.  There was no questioning what it was that was
touching him back there.  Billy adjusted his movements so that he was
pushing himself downward, trying to make more firm contact with the fleshy
spike that he knew was directly beneath him.  It wasn't difficult for Bobby
to figure out what Billy's intent was, so he loosened his grip just a
little in order to allow him to slide down as he wished.  Billy's legs were
already around Bobby's back, and he tightened his grip with them to control
his descent.  At the same time, he reached back with both hands to pull his
butt cheeks apart, and to guide Bobby into him.

	Once he was sure everything was lined up and properly positioned,
he allowed himself to slide down a little further.  Bobby let out a slight
gasp as he felt himself slipping inside the boy he was holding in his arms.
Billy was trying to lean back some, and Bobby relaxed his hug just a little
so Billy's position could be whatever he found most comfortable.  He
somehow found the willpower to resist the urge to thrust up into Billy,
instead allowing him to continue to sink down onto him at his own pace.

	Finally Billy could slide down no farther.  Bobby was all the way
inside him.  Once there, Billy tightened the grip with his legs once more.
He needed the additional control this was going to afford him so that he
would be able to make the up and down movements that were about to be
oh-so-essential to what they both wanted right now.  Bobby let Billy
establish the rhythm he wanted, and once he had done that, Bobby began to
thrust in time with him as best he could, standing in the pool, embracing
the boy he was making love to.

	And it was making love.  They were treating each other tenderly and
lovingly, sharing an occasional kiss as they worked together toward what
turned out to be a nearly mutual climax.  They came so closely together
that it was difficult to tell which was first.  Bobby noticed a thin string
of cum, obviously Billy's float to the surface of the pool just after he
himself had released his own sperm into Billy's backside.  This made him
think, 'Damn, I'm gonna have to clean the pool.'  Fortunately he did not
vocalize that thought.  Besides, the pool's filtration and automatic
chemical balancing system would take care of any of the mess the boys had
made in the water.

	When Bobby and Billy finally came out of the pool, they put a towel
over one of the lounge chairs that were placed sporadically around the pool
deck.  They lay together, forced to be close along side each other by the
narrow width of the patio furniture.  Neither minded though, as they were
happy with the closeness.  They both felt so good, just cuddling and
snuggling together.  Neither had retrieved his bathing suit from where the
other had thrown it earlier, it was so much better to lay there naked in
the warm sun - just being with one another.

	Both boys dozed off for a while - they couldn't seem to help it.
The warm sun shining down upon them, the closeness of each other's bodies,
these things just conspired against them.  It was Billy's cell phone going
off that woke them up.  Fortunately, it was close enough that they heard it
ringing.  It was Rosemary calling to summon Billy back home for dinner.
"Stan is on his way over because you didn't answer the first few times we
called," she informed him.

	When Billy heard this he bolted upright quickly.  He couldn't let
his new dad catch him lying naked with another boy - even if the man knew
his history.  All those things that had happened in the past weren't
consensual, but this was.  And Billy wasn't ready to deal with that.
Especially since he was finally feeling accepted into a real family
situation - 'what would Stan and Rosemary, no, what would Dad and Mom think
if they found out that he really was gay after all?'  This was the only
thought going through his mind as he told Rosemary that he was on his way
home.

	Billy gave Bobby a quick kiss as he got up and raced back to where
he had dropped his clothes on the pool deck.  He pulled his shorts and
t-shirt on in record time - forgetting all about the swim suit he had worn
under the shorts earlier.  He took off, nearly sprinting for the back gate,
wanting to be sure that he was into Bobby's front yard before his dad got
there.

	Stan was just coming into the front yard as Billy ran out through
the gate between the front and back yards, slamming it shut behind him.
"Sorry I didn't hear the phone, we were in the pool!" he called out as soon
as he saw Stan headed toward the front door of Bobby's house.  He hadn't
offered Bobby any explanation why he was leaving so abruptly, and hoped
that he would take the hint from the exaggerated volume of his voice why he
ran out - and that his dad was on his way over, just in case he didn't stop
Stan's approach.

	"Hey Billy!" Stan called back to him.  "You ready to have some
dinner?  It should be ready in a few minutes.  Do you want to invite Bobby
over to eat too?"

	'Damn, I hope Bobby heard that,' Billy thought.

	Bobby did hear the exchange between the Billy and Stan, and he was
quick to act.  He was up like a shot, and pulled his shorts and shirt on as
fast as he was able.

	Billy was glad to see this when he stuck his head back through the
gate in the privacy fence to extend Stan's dinner invitation to Bobby.
Especially since Stan was now only a few steps away.  Billy started to look
over his shoulder as he stepped back from the gate, and nearly bumped into
his dad as he started to say, a lot more loudly than necessary, "He's
coming."  Then he lowered his volume to a more reasonable level considering
their proximity, "Um, sorry.  I mean he's coming.  He'll be here in a
second."

	 "Okay," Stan said, smiling as he put his hand on Billy's shoulder.
Stan caught a glimpse of the pool area in the back yard as they waited a
few seconds as Bobby trotted over across the concrete pool deck.  He
thought he saw a crumpled piece of cloth on the grass in the backyard that
could have been his son's swim suit, but he just couldn't be sure.  He was
going to try to get a better look, but just then Bobby joined them, pulling
the gate of the privacy fence shut behind him as he did.

- - -

	After dinner, Billy and Bobby went up to Billy's room while Stan
and Rosemary retired into the family room to watch television.  Bobby and
Billy settled in front of Billy's computer, where Billy was showing Bobby
some of the things he'd found on the internet.  While he was doing this,
Bobby pointed out some of the online hazards that could cause him problems.
As it turned out, Billy had not been paying attention to some of these
things before, so Bobby started going through his computer's registry and
found several places where it had been infected by various Trojans -
malicious codes that would allow someone else into the computer over the
internet after it had reported his computer's address back to its origin.

	Bobby did his best to explain what these things were doing, but
Billy didn't really seem to understand, or wasn't paying attention.  Or he
wasn't paying attention to what Bobby was trying to say; he was definitely
focused on Bobby - that much was evident in his eyes.  Bobby caught onto
this and finally said "Okay, you don't really care about this stuff, I know
that.  But I really need to clean these things off your computer and get
you set up with a firewall that will keep your machine from becoming
infected again."

	Billy smiled at him, resting his chin in his hands as he watched
the older boy go through his computer, looking for the things that
shouldn't be there.  Finally, Bobby shut the computer down.  "This is going
to take a lot of work," he stated matter-of-factly as he turned back to
face Billy again.  Billy's bright blue eyes seemed to have taken on a bit
of a deeper hue this evening in the subdued light of his bedroom, and that,
combined with his dark tan and blonde hair lightened even more by the sun -
well, Bobby had to admit that the boy was positively gorgeous.

	Bobby was starting to edge forward, his intent to kiss Billy fully
on the lips when his cell phone rang.  It wasn't just any ring tone either;
it was the one that he had assigned to Michael's cell number.  He gave
Billy a quick peck on his lips before he flipped open his phone to answer
the call.

	"Hey sweetie!" he answered, thinking it was Michael when he saw the
caller ID.

	"Well, thank you Bobby, but this is Michael's mother," she
responded.

	Bobby was surprised that Michael's mother would be calling from his
cell phone, but the reason became clear a moment later.  "Michael has been
in an accident.  He's still in the emergency room.  He's asking for you
Bobby; he says he needs to see you."

	"What happened?" Bobby asked, distressed.  Here he was - cheating
on his boyfriend, and all the while he might be hovering near death.  It
was instantly obvious to Billy that there was something very, very wrong.
The look on Bobby's face gave away that he was very worried about
something.

	As soon as Bobby had closed his phone, ending the call, Billy asked
what had happened.  He had recognized Michael's ring tone as well, and had
no idea that it wasn't Michael who had called.

	"I'm not really sure," Bobby told him.  "That was Michael's mother
who called.  All I really know is that Michael was in some sort of a car
wreck, he's in the emergency room and he's asking for me.  And I have no
idea how badly he's been hurt or how I'm going to get to the hospital."

	Billy was up in an instant.  He grabbed Bobby's hand and pulled him
up and out of the room.  "Come on!" he exclaimed, as concerned for Michael
as Bobby was.  "Dad will give us a ride, I'm sure of it!"

- - -

	The boys explained what little they knew about what had happened to
Michael and that with Bobby's parents gone for the weekend, Bobby didn't
have any way to get to the hospital.  The facility to which Michael had
been taken wasn't the closest emergency room, but it was the one with the
best trauma center, which implied that he was very seriously injured and
that he had most likely been taken there by a Life-Flight helicopter.  Stan
and Rosemary were happy to help Bobby.  He had been their son's first and
best friend since they had adopted him, and Bobby had earned a very warm
place in their hearts.  They would do anything they could for him, and this
seemed the least they could do.

	The drive to the hospital took forty five minutes.  Then once they
arrived, it took another twenty minutes to find out where Michael was.  The
group found Michael's parents in a waiting room near the hospital's trauma
ward.  Apparently Michael was still there, in intensive care.  Michael's
father had his wife in a comforting embrace as they say on one of the
cheap, Naugahyde covered sofas that adorned the waiting area.  Her face was
buried into his shoulder, and she was quietly sobbing.

	Jim Price sensed the other people coming into the room and looked
up to see who they were.  He recognized Bobby and Billy, both of whom he'd
met before, but he wasn't sure who the adults were that accompanied them -
he correctly assumed that they must be Billy's parents.

	As they approached, Jim gently touched his wife's shoulder, and
when he did, she looked up through tear-stained eyes to see the group
approaching them.  Both Jim and Michelle Price stood as Bobby came up to
them, and he was drawn immediately into a hug by Michelle.  "Oh thank you
so much for coming sweetie," she sobbed quietly as she held him.  "Michael
was asking for you, but then he lapsed into unconsciousness again.  We're
waiting for the doctor to come back and tell us something - anything -
about how he's doing."

	When she finally released him, Bobby turned to give Michael's
father a hug.  Jim Price thanked him for coming as well, and when they
broke their hug, Bobby introduced the Prices to Stan and Rosemary Hill,
explaining unnecessarily that these were Billy's parents, and they had
given him a ride to the hospital since his own parents were gone for the
weekend.

	Stan and Jim shook hands and exchanged greetings, while Rosemary
put an arm around Michelle and tried to be as comforting as possible to
her.  Rosemary could hardly imagine what Michelle was going through - her
only son in a room nearby, probably close to death.  The women sat down on
the sofa while Stan and Jim went out into the hall to talk.  Bobby and
Billy tagged along with the two men when they left the waiting room.

	Jim Price was clearly distressed over his son's injuries, but he
was holding up far better than his wife.  Stan asked Jim if he knew any
details of what had happened to Michael, but at the moment all they knew
was that his car had flipped over on the highway, apparently the horrible
conclusion of a police chase.  After that, Michael had been brought by
helicopter to the hospital.  Bobby and Billy stood nearby, quietly
listening in on the conversation.

	It was evident in the expressions on both boys' faces that they
were worried about Michael's condition, Bobby more so than Billy.  And
Billy picked up on this.  "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

	Bobby nodded that he was, but a single tear working its way down
his cheek hinted at another story.  Billy took Bobby's hand and pulled him
away from the conversation the two adult males were having.  Bobby allowed
Billy to lead him off, and soon they were outside.  Billy looked around and
saw what seemed to be the entrance to a courtyard.  He made his way toward
it, Bobby following, still holding his hand.

	They sat on a bench, close against each other.  Billy had not
released his grip on Bobby's hand, and Bobby had still not resisted.  Billy
gave a gentle squeeze, prompting Bobby to look over at him.  Billy gazed
into Bobby's eyes and said, "I understand."

	A puzzled look came over Bobby's face for a moment.  He wasn't
quite sure what Billy was talking about.  Billy seemed to realize this, and
continued, "Don't worry.  I understand how you feel about Michael.  I know
you're worried about him.  And remember..."  Billy squeezed Bobby's hand
again for emphasis, "...I told you that I wouldn't say anything about what
we did...  What we've been doing.  Okay?"

	Bobby nodded, and gave a feeble squeeze back.  For as much as Billy
was trying to comfort him with what he had just said, it actually had the
opposite effect.  Bobby was even more conscious now of his cheating on
Michael with Billy.  With Michael now in the hospital, apparently on
death's doorstep, Bobby felt guiltier than he ever had before.  Somehow
Billy didn't quite pick up on this emotion, instead thinking that Bobby was
just worried about their friend.  Bobby's boyfriend - Billy had to remind
himself of that.  Despite the talking he had overheard about them splitting
up when Michael left for college, Michael was still Bobby's boyfriend.

	They sat silently in the courtyard at the hospital, close to each
other on the bench - very close to each other, and holding hands.
Eventually Bobby's uneasiness with the situation left him, and he realized
that Billy had been doing the best he could to be comforting to him.  He
pulled his hand loose from Billy's.  Billy was concerned that Bobby might
have been bothered by the closeness, but when Bobby put his arm around his
shoulder, Billy felt much better - more reassured.

	Billy and Bobby were still sitting on the bench, close against each
other and Bobby had his arm around his younger friend when Rosemary led
Michael's mother out into the courtyard.  They came into the area through
an exit directly from the hospital, rather than walking around from the
front as the boys had done.  As a result, the two women inadvertently snuck
up upon the two boys who were sitting on the bench.

	All they really saw was Billy resting his head on Bobby's shoulder,
and Bobby's arm around Billy's waist.  Rosemary leaned over toward Michelle
and whispered, "Isn't it sweet how they're comforting each other like
that?"

	Michelle nodded her response.  Then she led Rosemary away from
where the boys were sitting.  Michelle Price knew that her son and Bobby
were gay, and lovers, but she didn't know whether or not Rosemary was aware
of it.  In the back of her mind she wondered if there might be something
developing between Bobby and Billy from the scene she had just witnessed.

* * *

	After breakfast with Brandon and his parents, Alex ran next door to
grab the backpack he had 'inherited' from Paolo which still contained the
remaining sex toys.  He was a little nervous about retrieving the backpack
from his house and delivering it to Brandon's parents for disposal as they
had agreed the night before - there wasn't any good reason for him to be
carrying it to Brandon's house this morning, and it would be difficult to
explain if either of his parents had seen him and asked what he was doing.
Fortunately for him, they seemed to be sleeping in this morning, so no
questions were forthcoming.  When he got back to the MacMillan's house, he
dutifully delivered the backpack to Brandon's parents, who were still
sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.

	While they both appreciated his diligence, they didn't exactly
expect the backpack full of sex toys to be turned over to them while they
were still seated at the breakfast table.  "Um, listen, Alex, why don't you
put them into a paper bag instead of that backpack and put them on the
coffee table in the living room.  Then I'll take care of that stuff later
and you can keep the backpack, okay?"

	"Sure," Alex smiled.  Then he grabbed a paper grocery bag from
under the kitchen cabinet and started to open the backpack to make the
transfer.

	Brad MacMillan noticed a horrified look on his wife's face, and was
sure she didn't want to see what was contained in the backpack.  "Alex, why
don't you take all that into the other room before you put the, um, stuff
into the paper bag?" he suggested.

	Alex shrugged and did as he was told.  After he left the room,
Patricia MacMillan looked at her husband and asked, "Why do you think he
bought that stuff into the kitchen, to the breakfast table?"

	"Well, despite the fact that the boys are sexually active, I still
think they have a bit of their innocence left, and Alex just didn't realize
that we might not want to see what the 'inheritance' from his cousin was,"
her husband answered.

	 "Are you sure about that?" Patricia frowned, unconvinced.

	"It's my story, I'm sticking to it," Brad smiled and took his
wife's hand in his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

	In the living room, as Alex moved the items from the backpack into
the grocery bag, he stopped and considered each item.  Particularly the
large latex penis - he shuddered involuntarily at the thought of this thing
penetrating him before dropping it into the paper sack.  He might have
shuddered more had he known that this monster was made from a mold of the
cock of a man Paolo had been having sex with.  When he emptied butt plug
from the backpack, he gave it a momentary consideration.  He recalled the
times he and Brandon had used it, even the first time when Paolo had used
it on him, and then later on his boyfriend.  That was when they had
realized that they were truly destined to become boyfriends and lovers.

	Instead of putting the plug into the bag with the other sex toys,
he slipped it into his pocket.  There were memories associated with this
little piece of plastic, and Alex thought that as long as he and Brandon
didn't let their parents catch them with it, that it would be okay to keep
it.  He was pretty sure that Brandon would agree with him too.  There
wasn't anything else in Paolo's collection either of them would have wanted
to hold onto, so Alex finished moving the various devices, folded the top
of the paper bag over so that it was closed and went up to Brandon's room.

	Brandon was waiting for him there, and got up from the chair in
front of his desk to give Alex a hug when he came into the room.  He
noticed the backpack that had belonged to Paolo in Alex's hand, and that it
seemed to be empty when it bumped him as they hugged.  After they broke
apart, he asked Alex if he had given his parents Paolo's collection of toys
as they had all agreed the night before.

	"Yeah, your dad had me put everything into a paper bag and leave it
in the living room.  He said he'd get rid of it all later," Alex replied.

	"You gave them all of it?" Brandon questioned.

	"All but this," Alex told him, pulling the butt plug from his
pocket.

	Brandon smiled at him.  "You know we'll have to be more careful,
and not leave it lying around anywhere someone might find it."

	Alex smiled and nodded, slipping the plug back into his pocket as
he did.  "We'll use it later if you want to..."

	Brandon nodded now, silently giving his approval to the plan that
was obviously running through his boyfriend's mind.

* * *

	Joey's tickling game with Kyle soon led to both of them being
naked, having stripped each other's clothes off, and then rolling and
thrashing about on Kyle's bed.  Kyle, being the larger of the two,
ultimately ended up on top, straddling his boyfriend.  He felt the
straining erection beneath him press against his perineum, causing a slight
bit of pre-cum to seep out from the tip of his penis.

	He grabbed Joey's arms, extending them over his head and bent down
for a kiss.  When he did, he released his grip on Joey's arms, but Joey
left them stretched out above his head.  Kyle took advantage of this when
he rose back up after breaking away from their lip-lock.  He ran his
fingers into Joey's armpits, raising the ante on the tickle game they had
been playing, as he knew that this was one of Joey's most sensitive areas.

	Joey immediately slammed his arms back down to his sides, catching
Kyle's fingers as he did.  Kyle was caught a little off guard, and sensing
this, Joey took the advantage and flipped Kyle over onto his back.  Kyle
was stunned momentarily by the quickness of Joey's actions.  He certainly
didn't object to the position Joey had got him into.  Especially when Joey
slid back down, very intentionally rubbing Kyle's erect penis beneath him.
Kyle's erection was pressed against Joey's crack, and Kyle took this as a
signal that Joey wanted to be penetrated.

	Kyle was not wrong in his supposition, and it was only a moment
later when Joey rose up just enough so that he was able to grasp Joey's
shaft and guide into himself as he sank back down.  Kyle was in his own
personal heaven as Joey began to move up and down on his dick, the look on
his face in the low light of the lamp on Kyle's night table showing Kyle
that Joey was enjoying their coupling as much as he was.

	Kyle was unable to contain his enthusiasm, and was very quickly
driving himself upwards into his boyfriend.  Joey's movements on top of him
seemed almost manic - he was trying to slow the boy above him, riding his
dick into a more comfortable rhythm, but Joey's sexual desires had him in
an erotic frenzy.  It took only a few moments before Kyle and Joey both
felt the swelling in Kyle's dick that signaled his impending orgasm.

	And when Kyle came, it was a powerful burst that Joey felt
squirting deep within him.  Even when Kyle had seemed to be expended, Joey
was still ravenous for more.  He wasn't ready for Kyle's dick to leave him,
even though it had already expended its load deep inside him.  Joey was
able to feel that Kyle's dick was beginning to soften inside him, and knew
that unless he did something to reawaken it, that it would soon slip free.

	Joey's fingers moved to Kyle's nipples.  He massaged them at first,
but soon was twisting and pinching them, stimulating them so that they
became hard and pointed up from his chest.  Kyle's dick began to respond as
well, swelling once more inside Joey.  When he felt this, Joey began moving
again, more fervently than before, wanting to reach his own climax with
Kyle still inside him.  And at that he was finally successful.  He sprayed
his load out on Kyle's chest at nearly the same moment that Kyle came once
more inside him.

	As Joey relaxed and sank back down, lying on Kyle's chest, he
joked, "I should start calling you Jesus."

	Kyle didn't get it at first, and asked Joey what he meant.  Joey
lifted himself up a little, gave Kyle a quick kiss on the lips and told
him, "You just had your second cumming."

	Kyle reached up and punched Joey lightly and playfully on his
chest.  "You're probably going to Hell for that," he joked.

	"You'll be right there with me," Joey told him.  "You're sinning
right along with me."

	"Maybe," Kyle admitted, grinning.  "We may both be fornicators, but
you're the one being blasphemous."

	Joey dropped himself onto Kyle's chest and kissed him again.  "Was
not," he said as soon as the kiss had been broken.  It was about this time
that Kyle's dick had softened enough to finally slip free from Joey.  A
trickle of sperm followed, leaking out of Joey and slowly running down to
drip into Kyle's pubic hair.

	They did decide that it would be a good idea if they showered
before they went to sleep, more importantly for Joey who had to make a
brief stop at the toilet before he joined Kyle in the shower.  After he
slid the curtain closed behind him though, Kyle took a soapy washcloth and
began to caress his body with it.  He washed Joey's front first, making
sure to pay very close attention to his chest, especially the nipples.
Then he moved down and washed Joey's genitals.  He was very gentle as he
did this, yet thorough.  This caused a noticeable reaction, and one that
Kyle wasn't going to pass up.  He turned the two of them around so that the
warm spray of the shower would rinse the soap away, then dropped to his
knees and took Joey's already nearly hard cock into his mouth.

	If Joey's dick had been nearly hard before, it really sprang into
life, stiffening completely nearly immediately once the head had passed his
lips.  Joey began thrusting almost at once, and Kyle knew that it wouldn't
be long before he was to be rewarded for his efforts.  He did put some
effort into it too, first going all the way down the shaft until his lips
were touching Joey's pubic hair, then he backed off and swirled his tongue
around the flanged head and then going back down.  He had repeated this
maneuver only five or six times when the hand he was gripping and massaging
Joey's balls with felt them draw up close to his body.  His other hand,
clasped around one of Joey's ass cheeks felt the muscles in his ass clench,
and he knew it would only be another couple seconds before his boyfriend
unloaded.

	He drove his lips back down the shaft, and stayed there, applying
as much suction as he possibly could.  It was not unexpected at all when he
felt Joey's hips buck, and he was already moving the hand he had on Joey's
balls to grip the other butt cheek.  It was a good thing he did, as Joey's
knees became weak as he pumped vigorously into Kyle's mouth.

	There wasn't a lot of cum, considering the effort that Joey was
putting into the movement of his hips, and Kyle swallowed it down greedily.
As he eased back, pulling the throbbing member from his mouth, he took it
in hand and slowly jacked it a couple times.  When he did this another
couple drops of semen appeared at the tip, which Kyle licked off.  He
didn't swallow those, instead choosing to hold them in his mouth and share
them with Joey when he rose back up to kiss him.

	Ten minutes later they had dried off and were lying side by side in
Kyle's bed, drifting off to sleep, very happy and very sated.

* * *

	Doug was happy not to have to share Kelly with Melissa for the rest
of the evening when she and her little brother had left the cookout at
Kelly's house.  Of course, Kelly hadn't been able to find out what it was
that had been bothering her all evening either.  That bothered Kelly a
little as he had told his mother that he was going to try to find out what
was wrong.  'Well, it should be obvious that she wasn't willing to tell
me,' Kelly thought as he considered what he was going to say to his mother
when she asked what he'd found out.  He thought she would probably tell him
that he should have tried harder to pry the information out of her, but
that wasn't the way boys thought, so Kelly hadn't pressed the issue.  'If
girls wanted boys to understand them, they should just com right out and
say what they're thinking instead of beating around the bush,' he thought.

	After Melissa and Jason had left, Doug stuck close to Kelly and
Kelly's little sister excused herself to do homework and study.  The adults
were all engrossed in their own conversation, something about a local
political issue that the boys weren't at all interested in.  It didn't take
long before Kelly made their excuses, saying that he and Doug were going to
head upstairs to play video games.  In truth, what he had in mind were in
fact "games," and there was a video involved - a video that he had
downloaded from the internet.  He didn't think any of the adults would care
to know the specifics though - and he certainly didn't want to share them
even if he was wrong.

	When he and Doug got to his room, Kelly shut the door behind them
and pressed the button on the knob that set the lock.  In the quiet room,
the clicking noise it made when he did this seemed quite loud to both boys.
Hearing that, Doug turned and smiled at Kelly.  In his mind, there was only
one reason that Kelly would have locked the door - and he wasn't wrong.

	"I want to show you this video I downloaded," Kelly said, smiling.
He sat down in the chair in front of his computer and quickly browsed
through a slew of folders until he had gotten into one that was several
levels deep.  When he stopped in one where there was only one file present
- 'SC_1st-Time.wmv' - Doug watched over Kyle's shoulder as he negotiated
his way through the computer's hard drive on his way to where he had hidden
the video clip.  'This has GOT to be porn,' he thought - seemingly
confirming his thoughts about where Kelly was steering the evening now that
they were in his room... with the door closed and locked behind them.

	When Kelly played the video, Doug was shocked.  It wasn't a
location he was familiar with, but he damn sure knew who the guys were that
were in it.  It was Steven and Carson.  Two of the guys he had met during
the very brief time he had been seeing Kyle.  This was a hot video, there
was no denying that.  He wondered who had filmed it and where.

	Doug looked down at Kelly in the chair beside him, admiring the
bulge that had developed in his shorts.  Doug's own shorts had begun to
tent out as well, and he was well aware of that too.  Almost unconsciously
he slipped his hand inside the cloth, first adjusting his tool, but then
started rubbing it too.

	Sensing the motion, Kelly turned to look at him.  His eyes stayed
planted on Doug's middle, where his hand was massaging his cock.  It took
Doug a moment to realize where Kelly's eyes were.  When he did, he quickly
jerked his hand out of his pants and flushed red with embarrassment.  Kelly
grinned widely, enjoying the horrified look on Doug's face.

	"So, you want to do what they did?" Kelly asked once the video clip
finished playing.

	Doug's answer was to silently pull his t-shirt over his head and
then drop his shorts and step out them - baring his body completely to
Kelly before lying back onto the bed.  Kelly smiled again as he watched
Doug raise his knees, keeping his feet flat on the mattress and spread his
legs.  "That looks like an offer I can't refuse," he commented, then added,
"But they were doing it doggy-style.

	Doug rolled over, assuming the appropriate position before looking
back over his shoulder invitingly.  Kelly was already standing beside the
bed, quickly stripping off his clothes.  He climbed onto the bed behind
Doug, pre-cum already beginning to leak from the tip of his dick.  He
rubbed it into Doug's crack, smearing it around the little pink pucker in
the center.  There was a lot, but Doug found Kelly's first attempt at
penetration uncomfortable.

	"Do you have anything to use as lube?" he asked, looking back at
Kelly.

	"Yeah, I think I can find something," Kelly answered, stepping back
off the bed.  He pulled his shorts back on, his raging erection almost
obscenely poking the cloth out into a point in front of him.  He left the
room for a moment, pulling the door shut behind him as he left.  When he
returned a couple moments later, Doug was still up on his knees on the bed,
but was now bent more forward, supporting himself on his elbows.  He
started to raise back up, but Kelly stopped him, telling him to stay in
that position.

	Doug lowered his head back down, resting it on a pillow that he
tugged up underneath him and wrapped his arms around.  Kelly had retrieved
a small tub of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet in his parents' bathroom,
and when he popped it open and began to smear the goop around and into
Doug's butt-hole, he got a better idea just how vulnerable a position he
was in.  He was completely exposed to Kelly and possibly even more open in
his backside with his current posture.

	It wasn't uncomfortable exactly, and Doug did trust Kelly.  After
all, they had already had sex, and he was ready, willing and able to repeat
the act - in fact that was the intention of both boys, there was certainly
no denying that.  Doug let out a slight gasp as Kelly began to slowly
penetrate him with a finger, working the Vaseline into his hole.  He went
in deep with the digit, working it around inside.  When he drew it out
there was a familiar emptiness there, but he was sure that wouldn't last
long - and it didn't.  The finger was soon back with another little smear
of Vaseline, but this time Kelly made the penetration with two fingers, not
just the one.

	Doug sighed and pressed back against them, willing them to enter
his body.  This time, one of them found that magical spot inside him that
made him feel so good.  When that happened, it caused him to stiffen and
lift up just a little from the pillow as he let out a slight squeal.  Kelly
correctly guessed that Doug was ready, so he withdrew his fingers and made
his approach once more, moving in closely behind Doug as he rubbed some of
the gel up and down his shaft.  He was leaking more pre-cum now than
before, and that was going to surely assist as he lined up, holding the
stiffness of his swollen penis down, pointing it directly at Doug's rear
entry port, almost as if it were a torpedo ready to fire.  One hand holding
himself in position, and the other on Doug's hip, Kelly slowly worked his
engorged head inside, past the tight little ring of muscle right at the
opening.  Again Doug pressed back against him, drawing him in, wanting to
feel that fullness once more.

	Kelly slid inside, and was soon buried to the hilt.  Once fully
inside, he paused.  He didn't want to start things moving too quickly in
case he was causing Doug any discomfort.  Doug on the other hand wasn't
uncomfortable at all now - in fact he was hungry for further gratification.
He wiggled his ass around just a little to try to signal to Kelly that he
was ready to go on.  Kelly caught on to what Doug wanted and started moving
back and forth, slowly at first, then speeding up as they worked themselves
into a rhythm they were both comfortable with.

- - -

	Melissa went to her room to pray when she and her little brother
got home and he'd finished telling her about seeing Kelly and Doug in the
locker room at the club.  She couldn't understand how Kelly Tucker, the
cute boy she had idolized for so long could have been having sex with
another boy.  Gay sex was wrong - it said so in the Bible, and she'd been
taught that her entire life.  The preacher at the church she and her family
attended had often been very vocal on the subject, and she certainly
believed what he had said - after all, it was the word of God wasn't it?
She didn't even catch the apparent contradiction that an otherwise loving
God would "hate fags."  Instead, like so many others in the congregation,
she blindly accepted the word of the preacher.

	What her little brother had told her had shocked her, and she was
deeply disturbed by the revelation.  She would have been even more upset if
she had known what her brother and his two friends had done following their
witnessing Kelly and his friend in the club's locker room, but of course
he'd left that part out.  He knew how seriously she took what they were
taught at church, even if he didn't.

	As Melissa fell into what would be a very troubled sleep that
night, she thought that the Lord answered her prayer - she needed to
confront the boy who was corrupting Kelly, leading him away from the path
of righteousness.  She needed to do whatever it took to drive this demon
out of Kelly's life.  Then he would see how much she cared for him, and
they could finally become the couple she had wanted them to be for so long.

- - -

	Kelly and Doug had worked themselves into a state of sexual
ferocity.  Kelly was pulling nearly all the way out, and then driving back
in, repeating the action quickly over and over again, like a piston in a
runaway engine.  Finally Kelly's back arched, and he drove down, deep
inside of Doug, pausing there and jerking slightly as his seed was planted
in the depths of Doug's bowels.  He managed a couple more short thrusts
after, but then it was done.  Kelly was spent, and he leaned forward to
collapse onto Doug's back, wrapping his arms around him as he did.

	They lay together for a few minutes, Kelly on top of Doug, until
Kelly finally rolled off.  His breathing was just now returning to normal
from the elevated level it had been at due to the exertion both boys had
been putting into the sex.

	Doug had dropped down to lie flat on the bed once Kelly had rested
himself atop his back once he had cum.  Kelly turned his head to look over
at Doug and asked, "So, are you ready to do me now?"

	Doug was not exclusively a bottom, but it was the position he
preferred.  Still, Kelly offering his ass to him was something that he was
not about to pass up.  He moved over on top of Kelly, lying there face to
face and dropped down for a kiss.  Kelly's mouth opened, inviting Doug's
tongue inside.  It was as if their tongues were in a wrestling match for a
few minutes, and when they finally broke apart, Doug raised up just a bit,
allowing Kelly to pull his knees back up onto his chest, baring himself to
Doug, making himself completely vulnerable to the other boy.  Doug reached
over to the nightstand by the bed and grabbed the little tub of Vaseline.
He swiped some out and began to apply it to the little rosy pucker that
Kelly presented to him.

	Doug really preferred the bottom position, but he wasn't going to
deny Kelly something that he so obviously wanted.  He worked the Vaseline
around Kelly's hole at first, finally starting to penetrate him with a
single finger a moment later.  Kelly let out a soft moan as Doug slid his
finger farther in, working up to his second knuckle.  Doug twisted his
finger around, bending it a little to tease and play with Kelly's insides.
Kelly's reaction showed that he did enjoy what Doug was doing to him.
There were more soft moans and a few whimpers - all quite clearly
pleasurable.

	Doug removed his finger to swipe another small dab of Vaseline from
the jar before returning his attention to Kelly, this time beginning to
work in a second digit.  Kelly squirmed a bit, but pressed back as much as
he could against Doug's fingers considering the position he was in, lying
on his back with his legs drawn up over his chest.

	One of Doug's fingers finally touched the sweet spot inside Kelly,
and he twisted quickly a couple times, letting out an ecstatic squeal as he
tried to prolong that feeling.  "I'm ready now!" he exclaimed a second
later.

	Doug removed his fingers, drew a little more Vaseline out to coat
his shaft, then moved in, guiding his heat seeking love missile toward the
port Kelly was now holding open with both hands to receive it.  Doug made
his penetration slowly, wanting Kelly to get as much enjoyment out of it as
possible.  When he had sunk himself all the way inside his boyfriend - his
lover - Doug paused for a moment, but Kelly had other ideas.  He bucked his
hips up, trying to drive Doug's spike even farther inside.  It was clear to
Doug that Kelly wanted it hard and fast.  He complied.

	The boys quickly reached a sexual crescendo, moving together almost
as if they were dancers performing some sort of warped, naked, horizontal
ballet.  Their senses were all concentrated solely on the passionate act of
love making going on between them.  So much so that the creaking of the bed
frame and the headboard bumping regularly against the wall in rhythmic
patterns were completely blotted out.  Fortunately for Kelly and Doug,
Kelly's parents were still in the back yard, and didn't hear the very
obvious sounds of sex coming from Kelly's bedroom.  Unfortunately for them,
Kelly's little sister was not.  She was in her own bedroom, which happened
to share the wall that Kelly's headboard was bumping against.  She was old
enough to understand what sex was of course, but at only eight years old,
still young enough not to associate the noises she was hearing with it.
She tried his door but found it locked, which only heightened her curiosity
about what was going on in her older brother's room.

	The boys' attention was still highly focused on what they were
doing - enough that they didn't notice the rattling of the doorknob as
Kelly's sister tried to get into the room.  Once Nicole realized that the
door was locked, she gave up and wandered down into the family room to
watch television.

	She was settled in front of the television on the sofa in the
family room when her parents came back into the house, cleaning up after
the cookout they had just hosted.  Nicole's mother was surprised to find
her there as she had excused herself just after Melissa and Jason left to
do homework.  "Have you finished your homework sweetie?" her mother asked.

	"No, but Kelly and his friend were wrestling or something in his
room and were making too much noise for me to concentrate," she answered,
"so I decided to watch TV and finish my homework later."

	By the time Kelly's mother got to the door to Kelly's bedroom to
see what was going on, everything was quiet.  She shook her head, and went
back to the family room.  "It seems quiet enough back there now, so you go
finish your homework and I'll have a word with your brother about the noise
in the morning."  The young girl seemed disappointed that her brother and
his friend had calmed down, and she was.  She really wanted to watch the
television more than she wanted to devote her time to homework, but not so
much as she like the opportunity to get her older brother in trouble.

- - -

	Kelly and Doug lay together in the bed, oblivious to anything else
that was going on in the house.  They were a mess, and so were the linens
on Kelly's bed.  Kelly knew that he was going to have to wash them before
his mother got a chance to see the state they were in.  For the moment
though, he was happy to be lying in the messy sheets, naked and sweaty with
Doug.  He really felt truly comfortable with this boy - their arms wrapped
around one another.

	'We are really going to be stuck together in the morning,' Kelly
thought as he fell asleep.  Doug was already breathing heavily and
regularly, sleeping deeply and peacefully in Kelly's arms.

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