Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2009 08:36:29 -0500
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Brandon and Alex 47

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Brandon and Alex Chapter Forty Seven

	Steven and Carson were freshly showered and dressed when Carson's
mother arrived at Steven's house.  She surveyed the bottles that were lined
up on the coffee table in the living room.  There were quite a few there.
She had seen first hand how Steven's father was acting at her home the
previous evening.  His over indulgence in alcohol was no longer being
hidden from the world.  She had agreed to help Steven with his problem,
mainly because she was aware of the issues he'd had with his mother.  She
knew the whole story of how Steven's mother had tried to spirit him away to
a youth boot camp designed to 'deprogram' gay kids, run by the church she
attended.

	It was because of this that she had agreed so readily to help her
son and his boyfriend with his father's alcohol abuse problem.  Barbara
didn't think she would be able to do this alone though, so she called,
Henry, the man she had recently begun dating to enlist his assistance as
well.  When Barbara arrived at Steven's house she told him that she had
asked Dr. Bloomfield to help, and she hoped that Steven wouldn't mind.

	Steven shook his head.  "No Ma'am," he told her.  "Besides, he
already knows about what's going on with my dad, so it isn't like we're
telling someone that new.  I just don't want anyone else to find out if
they don't have to, it's sort of embarrassing."

	Steven hadn't thought of the other possible consequence of word
getting out about his father's developing alcohol addiction - the one that
Barbara Cross had thought of almost immediately.  If Janet Roberts were to
be able to use this information against her husband in the custody dispute
that was sure to arise during their pending divorce, there was no telling
how badly things could go against him.  It was difficult for a father to
win sole custody of a child anyway, so if Janet was able to show Trevor
unfit in any way it would do considerable damage to his case, despite
Steven's wishes about which parent he wanted to live with.

	Henry had agreed to meet her at Steven's house.  When he got there,
Dr. Bloomfield had a manila folder with him.  He handed it to Barbara,
saying "I did a little research on the web, and looked through some of the
hospital's files.  I thought some information on that group that Steven's
mother has turned to might help us.  I'll warn you though; some of the
things in there are pretty disturbing - and graphic."

	Barbara Cross didn't believe such a thing was possible in this day
and age, and further found it nearly impossible to believe that a mother
who truly loved her child would put her own offspring through the things
she had heard these people did as part of what they referred to as either
're-education' or 'deprogramming.'  The whole concept of what they were
doing reminded her of things she had heard or read about, atrocities such
as electric shock therapy that were committed by psychiatric hospitals in
the early decades of the 20th century when homosexuality was commonly
considered to be a form of mental illness.  Their entire program seemed
like nothing less than cruelty and torture to her.

	What Dr. Bloomfield had told her was not an understatement by any
means, and it certainly supported everything she had heard about this
group.  First there were printed pages made from the group's own website
that gave a vague description of how their program worked.  Then there were
statements from some of the kids who had been through the program.  These
statements gave a very unflattering description of the group's techniques.
Finally there were photos taken by the hospital - horrific burns to the
foreheads, nipples and genital areas of three different boys who had been
brought to the trauma ward at the hospital where Henry practiced.  "Those
boys were brutalized so badly during their 'deprogramming' that they
required urgent medical care," Henry explained when Barbara got to the
photos.  "Apparently they weren't quick enough to want to renounce their
homosexuality, so the electric shock therapy got far too intense and caused
injuries that were severe enough that they required medical treatment."

	Steven and Carson had been looking over Carson's mother's shoulder
as she studied the material Henry had brought over.  When Barbara got to
the pictures Henry had pulled from the hospital's files, both boys gasped.
What they were looking at could easily have happened to Steven if his
friends hadn't been there to prevent his mother's plan from coming to
fruition.

	"My God!" Barbara exclaimed.  "Why hasn't something been done about
this?  Surely this can't be legal!"

	"I'm afraid these bastards have a lot of political influence, even
if they do seem to be certified nut jobs," Henry sighed.  "Steven's
attempted kidnapping is the first thing any of them are facing any sort of
prosecution for.  And if we can't get Trevor to curtail his drinking,
there's a good chance that Janet will get custody, and then that case could
fall apart."

	"What's that?" they heard from the entryway.

	Everyone turned to see who had spoken, even though they knew who it
was.

	Trevor Roberts came into the house.  He didn't say anything else,
but it was apparent from the look on his face that he was wondering why all
these people were in his living room.

	"Dad, we really need to talk to you," Steven said.  "And this is
pretty important."

	Trevor's face took on a concerned look, which simply mirrored those
of the others in the room.  Then they started to explain the things they
had been talking about before he arrived to him.  Then he saw the empty
bottles on the table.  "What happened?" he asked.  "Did the boys have a
party while I was at work?"  Trevor looked around for any obvious signs of
damage, but could find none, save for the empty bottles on the table.

	"No," Barbara answered.  "There wasn't any party."

	"I did it, Dad," Steven spoke up.  "I poured it all down the sink."

	"What the...  Why did you do that?" his father responded.  "Do you
have any idea what all that cost?"

	"Dad...  That's not what this is all about..." Steven started
trying to explain.

	"Then just what exactly is it all about?" his father interrupted.

	"Trevor," Barbara cut in, "Steven is worried about you.  That's why
he asked us to come over to help him talk to you.  Maybe you should just
listen to him for a moment."

	Trevor Roberts sat down in an easy chair and faced his son.  "So
talk to me," he said.

	"Dad, it's how much drinking you've been doing," Steven started.
"I'm worried about you, and I think you need to stop."

	Trevor was taken aback by his son's blunt statement.  He sat back
in the chair for a moment and considered what his son had said.  It hit him
fairly quickly what they were all so concerned about as soon as Barbara
spoke up again.  "Trevor, we're all concerned about you, but we're worried
for Steven too.  If Janet were to find out about how much you've started
drinking...  Well, it could give her the ammunition she needs to get
custody of him."  She handed him the information Dr. Bloomfield had brought
with him about the 'Love Through Action' group.

	As he began flipping through the pages Henry spoke up.  "Those are
examples of the things these people your wife has joined up with have done
to other kids trying to 'cure' them of homosexuality," he stated flatly.

	Trevor Roberts was astounded at what he saw in the photos.  "How
can they get away with this?" he asked.

	"Unfortunately, they aren't without some political influence,"
Henry answered.  "There haven't ever been any witnesses to speak up against
them in court before now, so thus far they've been able to sweep everything
they've done under the carpet.  Trying to kidnap Steven at his school is
going to be the first thing that they or any of their people have ever been
prosecuted for."

	"My God," Steven's father sighed.  "What have I done?"

	"Nothing yet," Barbara replied.  "But you have got to cut out the
drinking before something does happen that they can use against you."

	Trevor Roberts nodded his head.  He understood the jeopardy he was
putting himself - and more importantly, his son in.  "Alright," he said as
he looked at the photographs of the boys with the horrible burn marks on
their bodies one last time before turning his head to look directly at his
son.  "No more drinking.  I can't stand the thought of something like this
happening to you, Steven."

	Steven breathed a sigh of relief.  He'd heard that these
interventions often didn't go as easily as this one had.  His father hadn't
put up any argument at all.  He smiled, got up and started toward his
father.  Trevor met him halfway, and they shared a long, tight hug.

	A little while later, Trevor having agreed to stop his drinking
entirely, Barbara and Henry decided that it was probably time for them to
go.  Barbara asked Carson if he was going to come home with them or if he
would prefer to spend the night with Steven.  Carson opted for the latter,
looking to both Steven and his father for their approval.  He did realize
that they might want a little family time after the evening they had all
just shared.  Trevor Roberts nodded his approval, and Steven smiled at him.
The thought of being able to hold Carson in his arms as they went to sleep
was a very comforting one to him, so of course he preferred that.

	They bid goodbye to Carson's mother and Dr. Bloomfield, after which
Carson suggested that he and Steven clean up the bottles that they had
deposited on the table in the living room earlier.  Trevor excused himself
to go to bed as the boys were bagging up the bottles to go into the
recycling bin outside.  He smiled to himself as he walked to his bedroom.
He would have preferred that his son would have found a nice girl to settle
down with, as any father would, but it was obvious to him how much in love
his son was with Carson, so he was happy with that.  He wished his wife
could have shared his view instead of taking the rigid stance against it
that had torn their family apart, but Trevor Roberts loved his son, and so
long as his son was happy and safe, that was all that was important to him.

	Once they had cleaned up the house, Steven and Carson returned to
Steven's room.  As soon as the door was closed behind them, they embraced
and kissed.  The kiss was deep and passionate - both boys feeling as if an
oppressive weight had been lifted from their shoulders.  Once they broke
apart, Steven looked at Carson, staring deeply into his eyes.  "I love you
so much babe," he said.  "I can't thank you enough for helping me out like
you did today."

	"You know I would do anything for you, Steven.  Absolutely
anything..."

	The two boys undressed completely, reveling once more in seeing
each other slowly remove each piece of clothing that had covered the
other's body.  By the time they were finished, both of their penises were
stiff, standing full at attention.

	Steven made a sweeping motion with his hand toward his bed.  "After
you sir," he offered, bowing as he did.  Carson tried unsuccessfully to
stifle a giggle as he jumped onto the bed, crawled to the far side and then
patted the mattress next to him, inviting Steven to join him.

* * *

	When Billy and Bobby came back into the hospital waiting room, the
adults were all standing, listening to what a doctor was telling them.
They walked up to the periphery of the conversation and were able to hear a
little of what was being discussed.  "It is operable, but there is always
some inherent risk," the doctor was saying to Michael's parents.  "Of
course with any sort of neurosurgery there are always going to be risks
involved."

	"But there is a good chance that Michael will be okay, isn't
there?" his father asked.

	"There is an excellent chance for a full recovery," the doctor
answered.  "It looks like we've found the tumor while it's still in its
very early stages, but still, I think you should prepare yourselves for the
worst possible scenario."

	When Bobby heard this, he shrank back from the group of adults.
There was obviously something seriously wrong with Michael, and he was
going to need an operation.  Bobby wasn't ready for this.  He'd almost
accepted losing Michael to school, but that was something that would only
be temporary.  If Michael was lost to him because of whatever happened to
him due to this car wreck, or some sort of tumor - well that wasn't
something Bobby had prepared himself for, even with the budding
relationship he had been forming with Billy - Michael was his first love,
and there was something special about that which could never be replaced by
anything.  Billy pressed in close to Bobby and took hold of one of his
hands.  "What exactly did they mean about a tumor, Bobby?  Do you know what
that means?  Isn't that like cancer or something?" he asked.  Billy was
also concerned about Michael's condition.  After all, they too were
friends.

	Bobby nodded.  "Yeah, and they were talking about neurosurgery.
I'm pretty sure that means they have to operate on his brain," Bobby
explained.

	"Shit!  That sucks, dude!" Billy exclaimed, just as Michael's
father approached them.

	"Watch the language, young man," he rebuked.  "I'm sure your
parents wouldn't appreciate hearing you talk like that."

	Billy lowered his head in embarrassment.  "No sir, they probably
wouldn't," he stated meekly.

	"Bobby, the doctor said you can go in to see Michael for a few
minutes now," he said.  "Billy, your parents are going to take you home,
we'll give Bobby a ride with us shortly."

	"What exactly is wrong with Michael?" Bobby asked.  "We heard the
doctor talking about some sort of surgery."

	"We'll explain all that to you on the way home," Michael's father
answered.  "Why don't you go say hello to Michael now?  The doctor said
they were going about to give him a sedative to help him sleep.  I'm sure
he'd like to know you were here for him."

	Bobby nodded.  Jim Price put his arm around Bobby's shoulder and
led him down the corridor toward Michael's room while Billy rejoined his
parents for the drive home.  The lighting in Michael's hospital room was
subdued when Michael's father escorted Bobby inside.  Michael's mother was
seated by the bed, holding her son's hand in both of hers.  They were
talking quietly, so it wasn't possible for Bobby to make out quite what
they were saying.  He waited for a moment, until his presence in the room
had been acknowledged by both of them before he approached the other side
of Michael's bed.

	Michael smiled up at him.  "Thanks for coming," he said quietly.

	Bobby returned his smile.  "Of course I came," he stated quietly.
"I was so worried when I heard you had been in an accident."  There was an
awkward moment of silence before Bobby asked, "Are you hurting?"

	It seemed a sort of ridiculous question Bobby thought after a
moment of reflection.  After all, there was a large bandage on the right
side of Michael's forehead, and his left arm was in a sling.

	"I'll be okay," Michael stated bravely.  "At least my passing arm
didn't get banged up, and my legs are okay.  They told me I had a
concussion, but I feel alright I guess, other than a headache."  Bobby
surmised that no one had yet told Michael about the tumor he had heard the
adults discussing, or his need to have an operation to remove it.

	A moment later, a nurse came in and told the visitors that they
would have to leave.  Michael needed to rest she explained.  Bobby gave
Michael a kiss on his cheek and told him to sleep well before moving back
from the bed to allow Michael's mother and father to say their good-byes to
their son in private on the other side of the bed.  Michael's mother kissed
him on the forehead and reassured him that everything would be alright,
then his father stepped in and did the same.

	Bobby found himself wondering if his parents would behave in the
same manner if his and Michael's roles were reversed.  Michael's family
seemed so close, a very stark contrast to the dynamic of his own.
Michael's parents even knew that he was gay, and they accepted that he had
a boyfriend in Bobby.  They also always made sure that they made Bobby feel
included and welcome whenever he was with them.  He wondered, would his
parents act similarly if they knew the truth about his relationship with
Michael?

	He had no inkling that his parents were in fact very well aware
that he was not only gay, but also that he had become sexually active, and
that they had seen him and his friends in their pool.

- - -

	In the car on the way to drop Bobby off at his home the silence was
broken only by the muted sounds of the soft rock station his father liked
to listen to, and it stayed that way for several minutes.  Finally Bobby's
curiosity got the better of him.  "Michael doesn't know about the tumor,
does he?" he asked.

	Michael's father looked up into the rear view mirror and his mother
turned in her seat so they were able to see Bobby.  Jim Price had to
quickly return his attention to the road, but the concerned look on Bobby's
face was evident to them both.  "How did you know about that?" Michelle
Price asked.

	"I heard the doctor talking to you about it when Billy and I came
back inside," he answered.  "No one has told him yet, have they?" he
repeated.

	"No, Bobby, no one has told him yet," Michelle finally answered.
"We thought it would be better to wait until we're sure he's coherent from
the after-effects of the concussion first.  That way he'll be able to
understand better - understand completely," she explained.

	Bobby nodded his head.  He did understand, although he did not
necessarily agree with their logic.  Bobby didn't think it was a good idea
for Michael's parents to hide part of his medical condition from him.  But
Michael was going to find out eventually, there was no way that could be
prevented.

	That thought got Bobby thinking about the affair he'd started
having with Billy.  Michael was probably going to find out about that
sooner or later too, wasn't he?  But then, it had been Michael who had
suggested that he and Bobby should see other people when Michael went away
to college.  But now, with the brain tumor, would Michael be going away to
school as he had planned?  And then there was Billy...  If Michael didn't
go away to school because of the tumor, what was he going to do about that
situation?

	Bobby certainly didn't have the answers to those questions, and
right now he couldn't think of anyone that he could really talk to about
what was going on in the love triangle that he had created and what to do
about it.  'How did I get myself into this mess?' he thought.

	Michael's parents both noticed how quiet Bobby had become in their
back seat.  Neither said anything about it as they both attributed it to
him simply being worried only about the injuries their son - his boyfriend
- had sustained in the car wreck, plus of course the brain tumor that the
doctors were citing as the true cause of the accident.

	Michael's parents dropped Bobby off at his house a short time
later.  There had been no further conversation in the car for the rest of
the ride to his home.  When Michael's parents dropped him off, Bobby
thanked them for the ride home.  Jim and Michelle Price both told Bobby how
much they appreciated his coming to Michael's side in the hospital at a
moment's notice the way he had.  Michelle even got out of the car herself
as Bobby exited the vehicle just to give him an appreciative hug.

	Bobby entered the house and suddenly realized how alone he was.
His parents were gone for the long weekend, not that it seemed as if they
were there even when they were actually present.  His boyfriend was in the
hospital, and while he was stable at the moment, the lingering threat of
the brain tumor could possibly take him away forever.  And Billy - his
other boyfriend - well, Bobby had to admit it to himself he was seeing two
different boys, and having sex with both of them.  That did make Billy his
boyfriend too, didn't it?  His other boyfriend was at home with his
parents, parents who loved him deeply - deeply enough that that would take
him into their home and formally adopt him as if he were their own.  And he
was probably in bed and asleep by now too, it was very late.

	Bobby thought about all his other friends, the relationships that
they had with their parents and other family members.  As he compared them
to his own home he began to become very depressed.  Why couldn't his
parents love him the same way his friends' parents loved them?  Sure, he
had every thing material he ever wanted - he always had nice clothes to
wear.  He had never gone hungry.  He lived in a big, beautiful house that
had its own swimming pool.  What more could he want?

	For Bobby the answer was simple.  He would be willing to give all
those material things up if only he had parents who really seemed to care
about him instead of regarding him as a sort of inconvenient speed bump on
the road that was their lives.  Bobby felt a tear rolling down his cheek as
he climbed the stairs to his room.  He pushed the door shut behind him as
he entered, though it didn't catch - but he didn't care.  Bobby stripped
off his clothes and crawled into bed naked.  He pulled the covers over him,
and thinking about how desperately alone he was right at that moment, Bobby
cried himself to sleep.

* * * - - - * * *

<Three weeks later...>

* * * - - - * * *

	It was Saturday afternoon and Alex was going to be spending the
night at Brandon's house.  Alex's family had some of their relatives from
Italy visiting them for a week, so Alex had been forced to give up his room
to an aunt and uncle.  He was growing tired of sleeping on a cot that had
been set up for him in the basement, so even though they had family
visiting, Alex's father had uncharacteristically granted his permission for
Alex to stay over with his friend next door.

	Brandon and Alex were in Brandon's room, lying on Brandon's bed.
The hot tub Brandon's father had put in was finally operational, and they
were discussing trying it out together for the first time.

	"Can we go in it naked?" Alex asked.

	"Dude!  Not with my 'rents here we can't!" Brandon exclaimed.  He
was surprised that Alex would have contemplated such a thing.

	"I didn't mean right now, I just meant sometime, you goof!" Alex
countered.  And he really hadn't.  But he did think it would be fun to try
sometime when they were alone.  He imagined how great it would feel to
relax in the hot, bubbling water with the jets shooting out directly onto
his skin - with nothing at all, not even the skimpy little Speedo swim suit
he had on now impeding them.

	"So, you want to go try it out?" Brandon asked, rubbing his hand in
a circular motion on Alex's belly.

	"Yeah, I do," Alex answered.  "You better stop that though, you're
gonna make me get hard if you keep that up.  And I'm NOT parading past your
parents with a hard-on dressed like this!"

	"I know something that will make it get soft again," Brandon
countered, edging his fingers inside the tiny piece of cloth that just
barely contained Alex's privates.

	Alex wasn't sure exactly what Brandon had in mind, but he knew that
whatever it was he was bound to enjoy it.  He pushed his hips up just a
little, urging Brandon to continue.  Brandon took the hint and slid his
hand down farther, rubbing it back and forth over Alex's dick and balls,
even reaching deeper a couple times so that his fingers could make their
way into the cleft between Alex's butt cheeks.

	When Brandon's fingers ventured southward past Alex's balls and
across his perineum, he was able to feel the flange of the butt-plug Alex
had inside him.  Brandon wasn't surprised to find it there; he had inserted
it earlier at Alex's request.  He did push at it a bit with his fingers
though, causing it to move just a little.  Each time Brandon caused the
little plastic toy to wiggle or move, Alex let out a pleasurable moan.

	Finally, Brandon rolled over.  He got up on his knees, straddling
his lover.  He started pulling down on the waistband of the bathing suit
Alex was wearing.  Alex lifted his hips up from the mattress, allowing
Brandon to slide them over his butt, then Alex pulled his legs up to his
chest so they could come down his legs and off.

	With Brandon still above him on his knees, Alex reached up, grasped
the bottoms of the leg holes on Brandon's suit and tugged it down.
Brandon's dick had already begun to stiffen and stuck out partially from
his body, the thickening shaft curving down toward the mattress.  Brandon
rolled over, resuming his previous position on the bed next to Alex so that
Alex could finish removing his swim suit.  Alex reached between his legs
and slowly worked the plug free.  When he set the butt plug on the night
stand next to the bed, he grabbed the tube of KY, flipped the cap open and
squeezed some of the cool gel onto his fingers.  After he returned the tube
to the night stand, he grasped Brandon's shaft and started rubbing the
lubricant up and down, coating it liberally.

	The boys had planned this weekend's sexual antics for over a week,
and for a while it had looked like Alex's visiting family might wreck them.
Fortunately it hadn't.  It had been a while before they had been able to
have time alone together since they had been busy preparing for their final
exams.  It was Friday afternoon now, and their exams were over.  One more
week of school and they would have their grades, be off for nearly three
months of summer vacation, and done with junior high.  Next year they would
move up to senior high, something they had both been looking forward to.
Neither boy was concerned that he had done any less than exemplary on their
finals.

	But right now, their thoughts were only focused on the moment.
Alex had won the coin toss, and elected to receive.  Tomorrow, or possibly
even later tonight if he was lucky, it would be Brandon's turn, but Alex
had wanted to go first.  He giggled as he climbed on top of Brandon and
started to ease his way back, sinking down onto Brandon's now stiff and
throbbing cock.

	"What's so funny?" Brandon asked, curious.  This was new...  Alex
had never giggled during sex before.  Moaned, often - shrieked and screamed
out, occasionally - but giggled, never.

	"I was just thinking how stupid it is..." Alex started, but he let
the thought trail off and didn't continue.

	"What's stupid?" Brandon persisted.

	"That what I'm doing is called 'bottoming,' even though I'm on the
top!"

	Brandon chuckled for a second, but that was cut short abruptly by a
gasp as Alex suddenly slid down an inch and the head of Brandon's dick
penetrated Alex's sphincter.  The sensation that caused the gasp was also
responsible for Brandon bucking his hips up from the mattress, causing his
spike to be driven even deeper inside Alex's butt.  Now it was Alex's turn
to let out a gasp, except it came out as more of a squeal.  Alex hadn't
anticipated Brandon's upward thrust and it caught him quite unaware.

	It hadn't been an unpleasant feeling - but it was unexpected, and
that's why Alex let out the shrill little squeal.  Both boys relaxed for a
moment and stayed perfectly still.  They both knew they had to be careful
not to make too much noise since Brandon's parents were somewhere in or
around the house, and for all they knew one of them could have been right
outside the bedroom door.  Fortunately for the boys, both of Brandon's
parents were downstairs and on the other side of the house.

	Once they figured out that they hadn't been heard by Brandon's
parents, they resumed.  It was Alex that moved first, lifting up a little
and then sliding even further down on Brandon's shaft.  Brandon then
started pushing up, speeding his penetration into Alex, but only slightly
as they were both moving slowly and carefully at this point, not wanting to
risk making too much noise.

	Finally Alex felt the familiar brush of Brandon's cock head against
his prostate, and when he did, he let out a soft but involuntary gasp.  A
moment later, he felt Brandon's pubic hairs begin to tickle his cheeks ever
so slightly as they approached the maximum possible penetration.  They both
knew it was going to be difficult to remain completely quiet at this point,
but even so, Brandon whispered a caution to Alex, "Dude, we gotta keep the
noise down."

	"I know baby," Alex whispered back as he leaned forward to plant a
kiss on Brandon's lips.  His forward motion caused Brandon's dick to
withdraw slightly.  When they broke the kiss and Alex sat back up,
Brandon's dick pushed all the way back inside.  Enjoying the feeling of
Brandon's shaft against his prostate, Alex eased upward, and then sank back
down again.  He continued to repeat the motions until he was lifting
farther up each time, and Brandon began to anticipate his movements from
the rhythm they were developing.  Soon they were working together, moving
almost frantically toward climax.

	Brandon's hands rose to Alex's chest, rubbing all over it at first,
but eventually settling on his nipples, rubbing them at first, then
concentrating on them with his fingertips, and finally pinching at them as
Alex rode him.  Brandon knew that Alex's nipples were one of his erogenous
zones, and he was taking full advantage of that.  The boys were working
into a sexual frenzy, gasping and grunting as they did.  Neither of them
aware of the noise they were now making - all the concentration they
possessed was focused...  It was focused solely on the act of making love
with one another that they were engaged in.

	Their attention was so centered in what they were doing with one
another that they were completely unaware of heavy footsteps on the stairs
and in the hallway leading outside Brandon's bedroom.

- - -

	Brandon's father was well aware of the sounds of their sex as he
passed the door to Brandon's room.  He shook his head as he walked past, he
couldn't help but smile.  'Young love,' he thought.  'Oh it is a wonderful
thing.'  As he walked into the master bedroom, he reflected on the
adolescent experimentation he had done with one of his best friends back
when he was about the age his son was now.  That hadn't gone any farther
than a little 'show me yours and I'll show you mine' and jacking off
together - once even jacking each other off.  And that was the only time
that Brad MacMillan had ever touched someone's penis other than his own in
a sexual way.

	He thought back to when he had the talk with Brandon about his
becoming sexually active with Alex, and Brandon had told him that Alex was
his boyfriend, his soul mate, and yes, they were having sex together.  Brad
had thought at first that maybe it was going to be a passing phase, just
experimentation as he had done himself as a youth, but he had realized long
before this night that this wasn't going to be the case.  Brandon had told
him the truth - he was gay, and he was in love with Alex - and Alex was in
love with him.

	Brad was okay with this.  To him and his wife all that was
important was that their son was happy, healthy and that he was in love -
and in love with someone who loved him back just as much.  And they had
both been able to see in the way the boys looked at each other and
interacted that they were truly in love with each other.  He did worry a
little about how Alex's parents would react not if but when they became
aware of the true relationship that existed between the boys.  He knew
about Alex's father's views - how intolerant they were, but he wasn't sure
where Mary Grace stood on the subject.  She followed her husband's lead so
closely that it was impossible to tell exactly how she really felt about
almost anything.

- - -

	Brandon was thrusting harder and harder into Alex.  Brandon was
headed quickly toward climax.  As he drove up into Alex in his final upward
motion before his balls unleashed the pent up sperm that had been waiting
there so long to find another home, although rather temporary, he let out a
cry.  It was almost an almost animal-like cry, and it was loud.  Brandon's
mother heard it downstairs in the kitchen, and his father certainly heard
it just a short way down the hall.

	A few moments later, Alex lay on top of Brandon – still holding
on to nearly half of Brandon's shaft, which was softening slowly still
inside him.  Their breathing had returned to nearly normal and only now
were they aware of the sounds going on around them.  In particular they
were aware of Brandon's father's footsteps coming down the hall from the
direction of his parents' bedroom.

	There was a heavy knock on Brandon's bedroom door.  There was only
one person that it could be, and they both knew it.  "You two get a good
cold shower and come down for dinner," Brandon's father called out through
the door.

	'We are SO BUSTED!' was the thought that went immediately through
both their minds.  They were out of bed and headed to the adjoining
bathroom at near light speed.  Brandon started the water running, but
ignored his father's suggestion that it should be cold.  A moment later the
water was running warm, and Brandon stepped in, followed closely by Alex as
soon as he had gotten up from the toilet where he had stopped to expel the
majority of the sperm Brandon had left inside him.  They washed each other,
but this time it was strictly utilitarian meant only to expediently clean
each other, rather than have the erotic nature that it usually did when
they would shower or bathe together.

	They washed each other thoroughly, but didn't waste any time as
they did.  Brandon paid careful attention as he washed Alex's rear as there
were still a few small remnants of his cum leaking out.  When they were
finished washing, Brandon shut off the water and slid the glass door open.
He stepped out onto the bathroom floor and grabbed a towel.  He handed it
to Alex and took another for himself.  They dried off quickly and went back
into Brandon's bedroom where they each donned a pair of board shorts and
t-shirt, then hurried downstairs to have dinner.

	No mention was made of what Brandon's parents had overheard earlier
as they ate, though Brandon's mother realized there was something being
left unsaid since the boys were unusually quiet.  After dinner, as the boys
cleared the dishes off the table, rinsed them and loaded the dishwasher,
she went upstairs to use the bathroom.  As she passed her son's door, the
smell of sex lingering in the air was distinct and unmistakable.

	Brad MacMillan decided this was a good opportunity to discuss what
he had heard going on upstairs with the boys.  He walked into the kitchen
and cleared his throat to alert the boys to his presence.  They both turned
to look at him.

	"Um, boys," he started.  This was going to be awkward for everyone,
more for him Brad thought - incorrectly.  "About what you were doing
upstairs earlier..."  He had to pause for a moment to collect his thoughts.
"I thought we agreed you would be a little more discrete, didn't we?"

	"Uh, we were in my room Dad," Brandon countered.  "And the door was
locked.  I thought you were okay with us being boyfriends."  Brandon was
going out on a limb.  He didn't think his ploy would work, but it was worth
a try.

	"Your mother and I are just fine with you being boyfriends, son,"
Brad responded.  "It's just that we do think you need to be a little
more...  Well, less obvious I suppose about having sex.  And I can't say
that your mother or I are entirely comfortable with that, given your age -
and the um, well, the things that I got rid of for you not so long ago."

	Brandon and Alex exchanged glances with each other, but neither
said a word.

	"And what do you think would happen if Alex's parents had come over
and one of them heard you?" Brad continued.  "That would be a pretty sticky
situation to get out of, wouldn't it?"  Brandon's parents both knew how
Marco Santori dominated their home and his feelings about 'those goddamned
faggots' - he had made that clear any number of times.

	Both boys nodded their agreement but still remained silent.

	"Anyway, I know it would be ridiculous to ask you not to have sex.
I think we all know that since you have become sexually active, there's no
turning back now.  I would just rather that we didn't have to hear it.
Okay guys?"

	Brandon and Alex glanced at each other once again, a little longer
this time.  Then they turned back to Brandon's father.  Both nodded their
agreement, and Brandon vocalized it.  "Okay, Dad.  We'll try to do it
better from now on."

	Brad MacMillan winced involuntarily at his son's choice of words,
and he wasn't sure this was going to work out the way he wanted it to, but
at the moment it seemed like the deal he had struck with the boys was
probably the best and most reasonable he could hope for.  As he reflected
on it later, he likened it to the old expression of making a deal with the
devil.  Still, he knew he was right about trying to ask the boys not to
have sex any more.  Ultimately that would only make the situation worse by
forcing them to try to hide it by doing it elsewhere - some place they
might get caught by someone that may not be as understanding about the
situation as he and his wife were.

	Later that night, after dinner was finished and watching TV
together in the living room for an hour or so, Brandon nudged Alex.  "Wanna
go try out the hot tub?" he asked.

	Alex's voice made his excitement quite evident as he answered
"Yeah!  Let's go!" and jumped to his feet and scampered out of the room
toward the sliding glass doors leading to the rear of the house where the
new hot tub was located.

	Brandon got up to follow him out, but before leaving the room
turned to his parents.  "Well, you know where we'll be," he stated.

	"Okay," his father answered.  "You two remember what we talked
about earlier, okay?"

	"No problem, Dad," he responded before turning to join Alex outside
behind the house.  He knew that any noise they might make would carry
especially far through the quiet night air, and if Alex's family was
outside, they would be certain to hear.

	Alex was standing by the Jacuzzi when Brandon came outside.  The
tub had been running since before they ate dinner, so the water was hot,
and the jets had it bubbling and foaming.  Brandon stepped up next to him,
very close - so close that their arms were touching.  He took Alex's hand
in his.  The boys turned to look at each other.  There was a sort of
softness in both boys' eyes that had anyone else been able to see it would
have immediately given away their true feelings for each other.

	Brandon gave Alex's hand a gentle squeeze.  "You ready to get wet
dude?" he asked.

	"Absolutely," was the answer Alex gave as he turned, facing
Brandon.  Alex lifted up onto his toes, and gave Brandon a quick kiss on
the lips.  Brandon had nearly four inches in height over him now, and Alex
desperately wanted a growth spurt of his own to kick in so he could catch
up with his lover.  Brandon leaned down, and pulling Alex close to him,
gave him a kiss - but this one far more passionate.  His lips parted, and
his tongue brushed against Alex's lips, signaling that it wanted entry.
Alex complied, opening his mouth up to allow Brandon's probing tongue into
his mouth.

	The boys pulled close together in their embrace, their tumescent
cocks expanding further as they held each other and kissed, becoming nearly
completely erect before they broke apart.  They quickly stripped off their
t-shirts, tossed them onto a patio chair and climbed into the hot tub.
Neither of them was aware that Brandon's parents were standing inside the
house watching them during this display of their affection for each other.

	Brad and Patricia MacMillan were standing just inside the sliding
door the boys had exited through a few minutes before.  They too were
holding hands as they watched their son and his boyfriend - his lover share
an innocent but intimate moment.  "That's so sweet, isn't it honey?"
Patricia remarked to her husband as the boys turned and stepped into the
hot tub.

	"Sure it is babe," Brad answered.  He tightened his grip on his
wife's hand ever so slightly and pulled her away toward the stairs.  A few
minutes later, Brad and Trish MacMillan were upstairs in their bedroom,
having an intimate moment of their own.

	Meanwhile, in the back of the house, the boys had settled into the
hot tub and gotten comfortable.  They were pressed against each other, each
with an arm around the other.  The hot jets of water were massaging their
bodies, and they were just enjoying the closeness of the moment.  There was
just enough light coming out into the backyard from the interior of the
house to cast a low, subtle glow over them as they relaxed in the water.
Neither had spoken for quite some time.

	Alex was the one who finally broke the silence between them "You
know, this really is sort of erotic...  Sitting here in the hot tub with
you like this...  The hot water, the jets shooting it out, and I swear one
of them is going right up the leg of my shorts!  It's really making me
hard, dude."

	"Me too," Brandon answered.  "Hold on just a sec..."  He gave Alex
a quick kiss on the lips, then climbed out of the tub.  He ran over to the
window and looked into the house.  His parents were nowhere to be seen and
the television had been turned off.  As late as it was getting in the
evening and with the TV off, this could only mean one thing.  His parents
had gone to bed.  The rest of the night was theirs!

	When Brandon returned to the Jacuzzi, he paused for a second at the
edge.  Alex wondered briefly why, but he quickly got his answer as Brandon
shucked off his shorts and climbed back into the hot tub, naked.  "The
'rents have gone to bed," he announced, although quietly.  "Let's have some
fun!"

	Teen aged boys being teen aged boys, and of course therefore
basically not much more than hormones with legs, Alex was tugging his
shorts off even as Brandon was just starting to step back into the water.
His eyes stayed glued to the stiff shaft that jutted out in front of his
boyfriend as he did.  It was standing out from his body, pointed upward at
about a sixty degree angle.  Alex was pretty sure that the little gleam at
the tip was pre-cum, not a droplet of water that had somehow managed to
settle there.

	Alex got his shorts off just as Brandon settled back next to him in
the hot, bubbling water.  He was horny, very horny, so he didn't have the
presence of mind to throw his shorts out onto the patio - all he was
thinking of was getting his hands on his boyfriend's body.  He just kicked
them off and let them drop into the water, where they took a couple moments
to sink to the bottom because of the swirling jets of water.  Alex reached
over and put his hand onto Brandon's throbbing hard erection.  Alex wrapped
his fingers around it, enjoying the soft feeling of Brandon's skin covering
the steely hard object that he desired so much.  He was tempted to duck his
head beneath the water to get a quick taste, but somehow managed to resist
for the moment.

	Brandon responded in kind, placing his hand into Alex's crotch.  He
felt a quick pulse run through the shaft as he wrapped his fingers around
it.  Brandon used his other hand to pull Alex's face toward his own and
moved in for a lingering kiss.  When they broke apart Brandon whispered
into Alex's ear, "I want you inside me babe..."  He let his voice trail off
at the end of the statement, getting quieter.  The effect was something
that Alex found quite erotic.

	"You don't mean..." Alex didn't think Brandon meant right there and
then - in the hot tub.  But that was exactly what Brandon had in mind.
Alex quickly realized this when Brandon lifted himself up and moved to sit
in his lap.

	It seemed sort of odd to Alex.  Brandon was the taller of the two,
and when Alex would sit in Brandon's lap, their gaze met almost exactly eye
to eye.  But with Brandon in his lap, it was quite different.  Brandon's
taller stature was exaggerated artificially by a few more inches as he sat
in Alex's lap.  The difference in their height caused Alex some degree of
unease - he was very self conscious about his height, and the difference in
their sizes, not just their height, but also Brandon's longer and thicker
penis concerned him.  Somehow this had always managed to escape Brandon's
attention, but only because he loved Alex just the way he was, and couldn't
imagine him any other way.  This was probably the only thing that the two
were not completely tuned in together about.

	Brandon felt the stiffness of Alex's shaft pressing against his
leg.  Alex's discomfort in the contrast in their relative sizes hadn't
hindered his horniness the slightest bit.  Brandon pivoted so that he was
now kneeling, straddling Alex a knee on either side of him.  He leaned in
to kiss Alex as he folded his knees to sink down into Alex's lap.  He
placed one hand on the back of Alex's neck as they kissed.  He used the
other to hold Alex's shaft upright and guide it into him as he slowly
lowered himself.  Alex broke the kiss a moment later and leaned his head
back, sighing deeply as he did.

	Brandon continued to lower himself even as Brandon's hips lifted a
little to meet him as he relaxed back against the seat in the Jacuzzi.  It
had been a long time since Brandon had felt Alex's shaft inside him and now
that he had that wonderful feeling of fullness once more, he realized just
how much he had missed it.  While neither of the two considered themselves
to be exclusively either a top or bottom, typically the 'top' position was
where Brandon would end up, and Alex did prefer to take the 'bottom'
position, so things just usually ended up that way when they would make
love with one another.

	Finally, due to their mutual efforts, Brandon felt Alex's thighs
against his buttocks as Alex's entire length was finally inside him.  Alex
sank back into the seat of the hot tub, and after a second, Brandon sank
back down as well, pushing the inch and a half of Alex's shaft that had
withdrawn back fully into him.  They rested that way for a moment before
beginning to move again, quickly reaching a rhythm that was comfortable for
them both.  Their moans weren't loud as they made love in the hot, swirling
water, so the noise the tub made was enough to keep what sounds the boys
were making from carrying far, which was good as they were to a point that
they were both well past caring if anyone heard or not.

	Alex came hard when he reached his climax, crying out loudly as he
unloaded his seed into Brandon.  Brandon collapsed down into Alex's lap,
preventing Alex's shaft from exiting his rear until it had softened
completely and finally slipped free.  Brandon leaned back a little, looking
deeply into his lover's eyes as he cupped his hands against Alex's face
before moving in for a deep kiss.

	When they broke apart and Brandon had moved back a couple inches
from Alex's face he spoke quietly.  "Damn Alex, I love you so much.  I just
can't imagine ever living without you.  Please say you'll never leave me."

	"I love you too, and there's no way I could ever leave you, Bran,"
Alex responded.  "You're everything to me.  I wouldn't want to live if I
didn't have you, so you can't leave me either."

	Brandon smiled and gave Alex a quick kiss on his forehead.  "Come
on," he said as he stood and offered a hand, "we should get out of the
water and dried off before we're all shriveled up like a couple prunes."

	Fifteen minutes later the boys had taken a quick shower to get the
chemicals from the water in the hot tub off them and settled into Brandon's
bed.  They cuddled next to each other naked, Brandon spooning Alex from
behind with his arms wrapped around the slightly smaller frame of his
boyfriend.  That's how they fell asleep.

* * *

	Joey and Kyle were in Kyle's bedroom which had been converted from
the attic in his parents' house.  It was approaching noon on Saturday
morning.  They were dressed only in shorts and lying on Kyle's bed.  Joey
was stroking his fingertips lightly across Kyle's stomach as they
contemplated what they might do that weekend.  "So what do you want to do?"
Joey asked.

	"Anything you want to," Kyle answered absently as he put his hands
behind his head and interlaced his fingers.  He was feeling pure bliss
lying here like this with his boyfriend.  The feeling of Joey's fingertips
on his stomach tickled a little, but it was a good feeling and he couldn't
get enough of Joey touching him.  The feeling he was receiving was
something he would have found difficult to explain, but it was definitely
very sensual and erotic.  He turned his head to look at Joey.  "So what do
you want to do?" he asked.

	"Well, mostly I want to jump your bones, but we can't do that all
weekend," Joey replied.

	"I like the sound of that, and we could probably do that most of
the weekend if you really want to," Kyle said, a hint of mischief in his
voice.

	"Well, yeah," Joey stated reflectively.  "We'd have to stop every
once in a while to eat and shower...  I'm not fucking a stinky boy, or on
an empty stomach!"

	Kyle smiled before he reached his head over to kiss Joey on the
cheek.  "Let's go get a sub for lunch, and then I have a place to show you
where we can have a little outdoor fun."

	"Outdoor fun?" Joey asked, wondering what Kyle might have in mind.

	"Well, it's a place that a friend told me about," he answered.
"It's outdoors, and I guarantee you that we'll have fun..."  He didn't want
to give too much away, but he had been thinking that it might be exciting
to have sex in the great outdoors.  The thrill of the possibility of
getting caught sounded exciting to him, even though when Michael had told
him about the old pavilion in the woods and how he and Bobby had been
caught by another couple boys, the likelihood of that happening to anyone
there again seemed rather remote.  'After all,' he thought, 'lightning
never strikes twice in the same place, right?'

	They rode their bikes to a Quizno's where they both got a large
sandwich for lunch.  Joey was still wondering what Kyle had meant about
outdoor fun, but Kyle managed to avoid answering any of his questions about
it somehow.  The place that Kyle had been talking about didn't become any
more evident to Joey as they rode their bikes through a neighborhood he was
all too familiar with - this was very close to where his friends, Brandon
and Alex lived.

	Kyle turned into a trail that led into the woods - woods that Joey
was familiar with from having been there with Brandon and Alex.  He was
even more curious now how Kyle, who didn't live in this neighborhood, knew
about these trails.  He kept silent though, and just followed along.
Finally their trek through the woods brought them to the old pavilion that
had been left there, more or less abandoned by the Boy Scout troop that had
once used it for cookouts.

	When they got to it, it didn't look as if anyone had been there for
a very long time.  Kyle wondered for a moment if the old blanket Michael
had told him about in one of the old mailboxes that were built into the
chimney was still there.  Deciding that even if it was still there that it
would probably be pretty nasty after all this time, Kyle didn't even
venture a look.  Besides, what else might he find in either of the two
large metal boxes?

	Joey wasn't letting on that he already knew about this place - and
in fact he did know a lot about it.  He had spent a lot of time in these
woods with Brandon and Alex, and they had told him about the time they had
caught a couple other boys having sex in the old pavilion.  They had never
told him who those other boys were, but Kyle bringing him here did make him
wonder.  Was it Kyle that was here with someone else?  Kyle had told Joey
that he was the first boy that he had ever done anything sexual with, but
this trip Kyle had brought him on made him wonder.  The thought was preying
on his mind, and Joey knew he was going to have to ask.

	They parked their bikes and sat on one of the old, derelict yet
seemingly still sturdy picnic tables for a few minutes.  They were very
close, Kyle's right thigh and knee touching Joey's left.  Kyle finally
ventured forth, putting a hand onto the inside of Joey's thigh.  He let it
just rest there for a moment, but then finally started rubbing slowly back
and forth.  'This is it,' Joey thought, 'he's starting to come on to me; I
have to ask him about this now...  It's now or never...'

	"Kyle, I really have to ask you something," he started as he put
both of his hands over the one that Kyle was using to stroke his thigh.
Kyle's hand stopped moving immediately as Joey did this.  Kyle was able to
sense the discomfort that Joey was feeling.  A few different scenarios went
through Kyle's mind in a mere fraction of a second - all sorts of things
could be going on considering the way Joey was acting, but there were none
that were good.

	Kyle didn't take his hand away from Joey's thigh as he turned after
a moment of thought to look him in the eye.  Joey's face was already turned
toward him.  "What's wrong babe?" he finally asked, for some reason
dreading the answer he might be about to receive.

	"Have you been here before... with someone else?"  Joey's voice was
a little shaky as he asked the question.  He was dreading the answer...
How else could Kyle have known about this place if he hadn't been here
before?

	"No babe," Kyle answered honestly.  "I've never been here before at
all, not with anyone or even alone."

	"Then how did you know about it?" Joey questioned.  He wanted to
believe Kyle, but he wasn't sure.  He knew about Kyle's brief
almost-relationship with Doug, but Kyle had told him that that relationship
had ended before it ever really got off the ground.  Joey was now wondering
if something more than Kyle had let on had perhaps actually happened.

	"A friend told me about it, how to get here and how it was a pretty
cool place where a couple guys could have some private time," Kyle
answered.  He didn't volunteer the name of who it was that told had him
about it though.

	"So who was it?" Joey went on, doing his best to keep an accusatory
tone out of his voice.

	"Michael," Kyle admitted after a moment of silence.  "It was
Michael Price."

	Joey nodded and smiled.  "Okay babe, thanks," he answered,
relieved.  Joey was well aware that Brandon and Alex knew Michael Price and
his boyfriend.  Now he knew who it must have been that his friends had
caught having sex here in the woods.

	Kyle seemed as relieved as Joey as he let out a deep sigh.  "So
we're okay then?" he asked, just to make sure.

	"We are fantastic!" Joey answered enthusiastically.  He grasped
Kyle's hand tightly in both of his and began moving it back and forth
slightly, encouraging Kyle to pick up where he had left off.  Kyle was
happy to oblige.

	It only took a few moments before they were lying back on the
table, engaged in very passionate kissing and groping.  It was Joey who
first slid his hand down into the waistband of Kyle's shorts.  When he did,
he didn't move slowly at all - his hand went all the way down into his
pubic hair, pausing there for only a very brief second before continuing
down to find Kyle's shaft.  Kyle was already somewhere in the range of
halfway hard, so Joey adjusted the position of his penis so that it was
pointed upward, knowing from experience how quickly Kyle would be
completely stiff.

	Kyle did not disappoint - his shaft was stiff and hard in only
another minute's time.  Joey felt the slickness of Kyle's pre-cum as he
continued to rub the shaft, top to bottom.  The combination of Joey's hand
and his erection both being in his pants at the same time quickly became
confining and uncomfortable.  Kyle reached down to untie the cord that
secured the waistband of the board shorts he was wearing.  Then he ripped
open the Velcro that had held the fly shut.

	After he had pulled his t-shirt over his head, Kyle put his hands
down behind him on the table and pushed his hips up so his butt was now off
the table.  Joey took the hint immediately and jerked the shorts down past
his knees in a swift motion.  Kyle didn't anticipate the old, weathered
wood that formed the top of the table to be as rough as it was when he sat
back down.  There was nothing he could do about it for the moment though,
as his feet were now in the air as Joey pulled his shorts the rest of the
way off.  As soon as Joey had tugged the shorts over his shoes and had them
off, Kyle extended his hand to take them from him.  Joey gave Kyle a
questioning look.

	"I want to sit on them," Kyle explained.  "This old table is really
rough and not very comfortable for my butt."  Joey grinned mischievously at
Kyle, but didn't hand the shorts over.  Instead, he turned the opposite
direction from the way they had come to the old pavilion and took off
running.  He knew that Kyle could outrun him, but he figured he had at
least three things going for him - one: Joey knew these woods and the
trails that ran through them and Kyle did not.  Two: He had the element of
surprise on his side, giving him a head start.  Three: Except for his
shoes, Kyle was naked.

	Kyle was definitely caught off guard when Joey took off running
with his shorts, and it was several seconds before he got up off the table
to chase after him.  "You little shit!" Kyle shouted after him.  "Come back
here with my shorts!"

	Joey turned to look back at Kyle just for a second and yelled back,
"Come get them!"  Then he put on a short burst of speed to reach the
junction between this trail and another that was roughly perpendicular to
it where the one he was on dead ended.  Joey knew that 100 yards or so to
the left, he would have reached the driveway of a house where the people
who had owned, or maybe still did own the land they were on, lived.  By
turning to the right, he headed toward the stream where the pond that was
often used for swimming was located.  This trail also ran along the edge of
the woods that bordered Abby Park.  Ultimately it would circle around to
the same trail that had brought them into the woods.

	He didn't want to get so far ahead of Kyle that he wouldn't know
which way he had gone, but he did want to stay far enough ahead so that his
game would last longer before Kyle finally caught up to him.  There were
several twists and turns along this branch of the path he was running down,
so it was not easy to tell how far behind him Kyle was as he ran down the
trail, regardless of how often Joey would glance back over his shoulder to
check.

	Kyle took off after Joey, but he did consider whether or not he
should just stay there and wait.  After all, Joey would have to come back
eventually to get his bike, so if he just stayed at the pavilion, he could
just ambush Joey later and play his own little game.  Kyle decided to play
along with whatever it was that Joey had in mind though, and continued to
run after him.  Suddenly another thought came to Kyle as he ran after Joey
- something else that Michael had told him about the old pavilion.  Michael
had said that he and Bobby had been caught there by a couple other boys -
caught in the act to be specific about it.  Why had he let that little
tidbit slip his mind before?  That was a sort of important part to the
story Michael had shared with him, and it should have influenced his
decision to do come here today to make out - and possibly, probably more -
with Joey.

	Kyle also hadn't considered previously that Joey may have been
familiar with the woods and the trails where they were - and it would only
be logical that he would be, they did border the neighborhood where he
lived.  Suddenly it seemed like a good idea to speed up to more than the
casual run he was putting out so that he could catch up to Joey and get his
pants back.

	Ahead of Kyle, Joey's pace slackened a little.  He was now running
by the stream that flowed out of the little pond where some of the boys
from the neighborhood often came to swim - and skinny dip.  He glanced back
over his shoulder once more, and it seemed that Kyle was now beginning to
close the gap between them.  Joey was close to the point where he could cut
off the trail and make his way down the hill to the little pond.  A couple
dozen yards further and around one more bend in the path and he would be
there.

	Joey put on another little burst of speed.  He wanted to be on the
other side of the stream and by the side of the pond at least before Kyle
caught up to him.  Joey was able to hear Kyle closing on him as he finally
reached the bank that lead down to the stream where he would be able to hop
across some rocks to cross just slightly downstream from the swimming hole.

	Kyle was right on his heels when Joey suddenly hooked a quick left,
sliding down the bank toward the water.  As he reached the bottom of the
slope he regained his footing and bounded across the rocks to the other
side of the stream.  Kyle was caught off guard by the quick ducking move
and ran several steps farther forward before he was able to break his
momentum and turn back.  By the time Kyle had made it to the bottom of the
embankment, cautiously picking his way down, Joey was on the other side of
the water, standing there grinning widely at him.

	Just before Kyle started his way across the rocks to the opposite
bank, he realized that something was conspicuously missing as Joey stood
there grinning at him.  His shorts...  'What the Hell could Joey have done
with them?' he thought.  He hadn't lost sight of him but for a moment of
two, and he was sure that Joey had still been holding them when he suddenly
cut off the trail.  He scanned the bank where Joey stood, but could not see
any evidence of the brightly colored shorts he had been wearing.  He
stopped halfway across the stream and looked back behind him, tracing the
way back up to the path they had been running on.  There was no sign of
them anywhere there either.  The other side of the creek was fairly flat
for several feet, but then rose sharply.  There was no escape for Joey now,
he was cornered.  The only exit from where he stood now would require him
to get by Kyle, and there was no way Kyle was going to allow that to
happen, even if it meant both of them going into the water.

	Kyle reached the other side of the stream and stood for a moment
looking at Joey.  Joey was leaning forward with his hands on his knees.
His knees were bent, as if he was ready to take off running again.  Kyle
advanced slowly, ready to pivot quickly to either side to intercept Joey if
and when he made a break for it.  The anticipated move from Joey finally
came, and as Joey tried to run past him, Kyle reached his right arm out,
catching Joey around his mid-section.  Kyle spun and wrapped his other arm
around Joey, clasping his body tightly and lifting him off the ground.
Joey's legs kicked only a couple more times after Kyle had lifted him off
the ground, but that was purely reflexive.  Once he was in Kyle's strong
grip and off the ground, he knew he wasn't going anywhere.

	Kyle took Joey down gently, which relieved Joey greatly.  The way
Kyle had grabbed him made him think that he might about to be thrown
forcefully to the ground.  Kyle had moved one of his arms lower on Joey's
body so that he was able to cradle him and place him gently on the soft
pine needles that covered the bank of the stream where they were.

	Before Joey was able to resist, Kyle lowered his body over Joey's,
sitting upon his hips to prevent him from moving more than just a little,
ineffective wiggling.  He ran his hands up inside Joey's t-shirt.  As Kyle
moved his hands upward along Joey's torso, Joey, who was no longer
struggling as if to try to escape, lifted his arms to allow Kyle to push
his shirt up and over his head.  Kyle leaned forward, his penis beginning
to become tumescent once more after the chase through the woods that had
killed his erection a few minutes earlier.  He kissed and licked Joey's
nipples, first one, and then the other.  It only took a scant moment before
Joey's little nubs were hard and standing out from his chest from the
stimulation Kyle was giving them.

	Kyle's tongue traveled slowly south down Joey's torso.  Joey drew
in a breath when Kyle's tongue stopped for a moment to tease his belly
button - this was one of Joey's ticklish spots, and Kyle was well aware of
it.  Finally reaching the waistband of his shorts, Kyle tugged at the
drawstring with one hand while he slipped the other up the leg hole.  A
moment later, he had the fly open and was teasing the tip of Joey's cock
with his tongue while he used the tips of his fingers to lightly stroke the
low-hanging testicles they had encountered there.

	Kyle was driving Joey wild, and he lay writhing on the ground in
the soft blanket of pine needles that covered the bank of the stream.
After several minutes, which had seemed almost an eternity to Joey, Kyle
sat back up on his haunches and tugged the board shorts Joey was wearing
down his legs.  He moved backward so he could pull them over his shoes
before he tossed them aside.

	The only movement Joey made now was to spread his legs wide, and
extend his arms out over his head.  He was in such a state of bliss that he
didn't want this afternoon to ever end.  If he could spend eternity right
here, just like this with Kyle, he would have gladly done so.  Kyle lay
down on top of Joey, their mouths meeting and joining for a kiss.  It took
just a scant moment for their lips to part and their tongues to meet.
Kyle's hands moved behind Joey's head, pulling him even deeper into the
kiss, while Joey's, seemingly on their own without him having any control
at all wrapped around Kyle's back, his hands settling on the firm, rounded
cheeks of Kyle's butt, pulling their groins together.

	Joey's legs finally moved, closing together and wrapping themselves
around Kyle's as they lay on the ground by the gurgling water of the
stream.  'This must be what heaven is like,' Kyle thought as they continued
to kiss.  Their bodies were so intertwined right now that they could almost
have been one.  Each was able to feel both their penises, pressed tightly
between them, hard and throbbing.

	Kyle finally broke the kiss and they both released their grip on
one another.  Kyle backed off and pulled Joey's legs up and out from his
body.  Joey grasped his legs behind the knees, anticipating what Kyle
wanted, and Kyle placed one hand on the ground to steady himself, while the
other held his dick, rock hard and leaking an amazing amount of pre-cum to
guide it toward its target.  Joey's legs were stretched so wide, and Kyle
was leaking sufficiently so that his entry was made easy, even without any
additional lubricant.

	The passion of their love making was intense.  After a few minutes,
they shifted positions so that Joey was on his knees and Kyle entered him
once again from behind.  The next position they shifted to was Kyle lying
on his back with Joey straddling him, riding his hardness.  The air around
them was warm, and the boys were both covered by a thin sheen of sweat as
they made love in the woods.  They were completely focused on each other
and what they were doing, so much so that a war could have broken out next
to them and they would probably not have noticed it.

	Joey masturbated himself as he sat on top of Kyle, his boyfriend's
penis rubbing his prostate as they worked together toward their impending
mutual climax.  It was Kyle who reached the point of no return first, a
fraction of a second before Joey felt the same undeniable feeling of his
seed boiling up, leaving his balls and heading up through his shaft like
molten lava on its way to shoot out the top of a volcano.  Joey felt the
warm, gooey wetness as Kyle shot inside him, it was a feeling that he was
very familiar with, and it had always been good, but doing it here in the
woods was different, the thrill of having sex in a secluded place in the
outdoors - private, but still a chance of getting caught.

	Joey leaned backward as he reached his orgasm.  The stream of semen
shot high as it left his dick, squirting nearly straight up into the air.
The first squirt came back down onto Kyle's stomach, landing in the thin
trail of hair that ran between his pubic patch and his navel.  Joey pushed
his body forward just before the second jet launched itself.  This one
arced and splashed across Kyle's face.  Kyle was letting out a loud moan as
Joey released, and several drops landed inside his open mouth.  Kyle
swallowed, and then licked around his lips to get the droplets that were
close enough for his tongue to reach.  Joey's shots began to lose momentum
now, the rest landing on Kyle's chest and stomach.

	Joey collapsed forward onto Kyle once his orgasm finally subsided.
This caused Kyle's slowly softening dick to slip free from Joey, followed
by a slowly oozing trail of his own sperm.  Joey's face went to Kyle's, but
his first act was to lick the remaining traces of his seed from Kyle's
face.  Once he had done that he planted his lips on Kyle's, their lips
parting nearly immediately so their tongues could meet.  They shared the
taste of Joey's semen with each other, though it was more predominant in
his own mouth than it was in Kyle's as they began the kiss.

	After a few minutes, Joey rolled off of Kyle, and they lay next to
each other - naked save for their shoes.  Kyle was the first to sit up.
"What did you do with my shorts?" he asked.

	Joey gestured with his hand.  "I stashed them behind that log over
there."  He indicated a fallen tree that was several feet away from them.
"I can't believe you didn't see me do that," he added.

	"Me either," Kyle responded as he got up to retrieve his pants from
where Joey had hidden them.  He returned to Joey's side and dropped the
shorts on the ground.  "We should clean up a little," he suggested, looking
down at the semen that was drying and becoming crusty all over the front of
his body.  "Want to go for a swim and wash each other off?" he asked.

	Joey was definitely ready to get into the cool water after the
exertion from the sex they had had a few minutes before.  He stood and
kicked off his shoes, then started walking toward the water.  Kyle bent to
untie the laces on his shoes before kicking them off and followed as Joey
waded into the cool water of the pool at the bottom of the waterfall.  Joey
was in the water up to the middle of his thighs before he turned back
toward Kyle.  He was pleased to see that Kyle was only a couple steps
behind him.

	"Be careful," he warned, "it gets sort of deep just past here."
Joey knew that another step or two there was an immediate drop off of about
two feet into the deeper part of the little pool.  Kyle stepped up next to
him, took his hand and looked over at him.  "Get ready," Joey told him.
"It just drops."

	Kyle nodded and they stepped forward together.  Even though he had
been warned, Kyle wasn't ready for the abrupt drop, even though they both
landed in soft sand on the bottom of the pool.  Joey giggled at Kyle's
reaction to the sudden step down.  Kyle looked over at him, and couldn't
help but smile at the playful grin on his boyfriend's face.  Now chest deep
in the cool water, they ran their hands over each other's torsos to be sure
all the traces of ejaculate were removed.  Both were surprised that the
erotic nature of their touching didn't cause them to become erect once
again, although their penises did thicken some.

	Kyle and Joey played in the water for a while before climbing out
and lying on a large, flat rock to dry in the warm sun.  Joey thought back
to the day he had been skinny dipping here with Brandon and Alex when they
had done much the same thing as he and Kyle had today.  Only that day they
had been caught - well caught skinny dipping anyway - by three other boys,
Kelly Tucker and the Jensen twins.  Joey thought about Kelly as he had
stripped his clothes off to come into the water with them.  Joey remembered
the crush he had had on Kelly and how he had started to become hard as he
took off his clothes, jumping into the water to hide the fact that he was
getting aroused.

	Joey drifted off to sleep as he thought about that day; this time
not caring that he was growing erect lying atop the rock on the side of the
stream.  Beside him, Kyle was already snoozing, snoring lightly as he lay
with one arm over his eyes, protecting them from the sun.

* * *

	Melissa Farmer had been praying a lot for weeks, but the same
answer always popped into her head.  She needed to confront the boy who she
saw as the corrupting influence over Kelly Tucker - the boy she had had a
crush on as long as she could recall. For she was convinced in her own mind
Kelly was the boy she was destined to marry and raise a family with.  What
she saw as the answers to her prayers were not the sign from God that she
thought they were, but just her clouded views based solely on her obsession
with Kelly.

	Since the night of the cookout when her little brother had told her
what he had seen in the locker room of the club, she had watched Kelly and
the other boy, Doug, whenever she saw them together.  And she had seen them
together quite often since that night.  It may have just that she was
taking more notice of it now, but the way they looked at each other was
quite unmistakable.  She had to do something about it.

	Melissa finally caught the two of them alone, sitting on a bench in
an area of the mall where there were very few other people around and no
one but Melissa took any note of the two boys.  She would have preferred to
have confronted Doug alone - she didn't want to do this in front of Kelly.
Then she got her chance - Doug excused himself, got up and walked toward
the hallway where the public restrooms were located.  She followed him,
determined that this was going to be her chance.

	The hallway was deserted except for the two of them when Doug
entered the men's room.  Melissa glanced around to see if there was anyone
watching, and seeing that there wasn't, she ducked into the door a moment
behind him.  Doug was standing at a urinal relieving himself when she
walked through the second door into the restroom proper from the small
foyer-like area that was always present on the way into a public restroom.
She glanced around, paying particular attention to the space between the
bottoms of the stall partitions and the floor to be sure that they were
alone.  Seeing that they were, she knew this was her perfect opportunity.
She just wished there was some way she could have locked the door behind
her.  She was just going to have to hope that no one came in until she had
finished.

	"You!" she hissed out venomously.  "I need to talk to you!"

	The girl's voice caught him off guard.  He was in the men's room
after all.  He turned his head to see the girl who was at the cookout at
Kelly's house a few weeks before.  He didn't remember her name, but he did
certainly recall the way she had looked at Kelly.  He had known then that
she had a crush on Kelly.  He also knew that the feelings were not
reciprocal.  "What are you doing in here?  What do you want?" he asked over
his shoulder.

	"I'm sick of you trying to steal my boyfriend!" she exclaimed.  She
grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.  "And you could at least have the
decency to turn and look at me when I'm talking to you!" she spat back at
him.  It only took a quick moment for her to realize the mistake she had
just made.  Doug had not yet finished relieving himself when Melissa had
burst into the bathroom.  Nor had he finished when she spun him around so
suddenly.  And her grabbing him to spin him around was completely
unexpected.  In his surprise, Doug was more interested in keeping his
balance than anything else.  He took his hands away from his penis to try
to steady and catch himself, so there was absolutely no control as the
flaccid member shook about as Doug was trying to regain his balance.

	Doug had also not had the presence of mind to try to cut off the
flow of urine from his bladder until a couple seconds after the front of
Melissa Farmer's clothes had been well dampened by the stream that was
still flowing from his dick when she had spun him around.

	"You...  You peed on me!" she exclaimed.  "You are SO gross!  I
can't believe you did that!"

	Doug stood in front of her, dumbfounded as she looked down at her
urine stained clothing, her arms making waving motions in front of her as
if fanning herself like that would aid in getting the fabric to dry.  He
hadn't really finished, but Doug no longer felt the need to pee.  He did
not however take his hands off the partitions that separated the urinal he
was at from the ones one either side of him, so about half of his flaccid
penis was still on display.

	Doug began to chuckle.  The situation was a bit comical after all -
at least it was to him.  She had come into the men's room to confront him
about something, as near as he could guess she had figured out the
relationship between him and Kelly and become jealous - but she was very
upset about it - and this result had to have been the last thing she could
have expected.  As Doug thought about this as he watched Melissa's reaction
to what had just happened, his chuckles turned into full fledged laughter.

	"How can you laugh about this?  This is horrible!  Just look at me!
How could you do that?"  Melissa somehow didn't see her own culpability in
the situation.  That was when she noticed that Doug's dick was still
hanging out through the open zipper on his pants.  "And would you put that
THING away please?  You are just SO disgusting."  But still, she did not
take her eyes away from it.  This was the only penis she had ever seen;
save for the occasional glimpses she got of her little brother's and as he
wasn't into puberty yet, that didn't really count.

	The fact that Doug knew she was staring at his equipment and still
did nothing to try to cover himself bothered her that much more.  'Has he
no shame?' she thought.  She was doing something that many members of the
church she attended did at the moment - applying a standard of moral values
to someone else without adhering to them herself.  And like most members of
the congregation, she was unable to grasp the apparent hypocrisy in the
situation.

	Doug finally stopped laughing, but still grinned at her in a sort
of sarcastic manner.  "Well I didn't invite you in here, and you aren't
exactly supposed to be in here anyway, and I wasn't finished," he stated
flatly, but still the smirk didn't leave his face.  "And I didn't want to
turn around by myself, you turned me around, so the way I see it, you have
no one to blame but yourself.  But if you're that worried about it, there's
some sinks over there," Doug said, motioning toward the exit.  And with
that, Doug turned back to the toilet and resumed peeing into the urinal.

	Melissa was outraged.  She had come into the forbidden territory of
the men's room, determined to tell this boy off, the boy she simply knew
had corrupted Kelly Tucker and led him astray into a homosexual
relationship - a relationship that she was determined to save him from -
and all that had happened was, well, she had been completely humiliated.
Everything that had happened to her in the restroom had gone completely
wrong and had just heaped insult on top of injury.  When Doug turned back
to the urinal to finish emptying his bladder, Melissa ran from the room
crying, out through the mall to the nearest exit.  She was going to have to
find an isolated spot to let her clothes dry before making her way back to
where she had left her bicycle so she could go home, shower and put her
clothes in the washer.  The strong smell of a boy's piss was all too
evident on her.  How could she get home... without people noticing?

	When Melissa ran from the bathroom past Kelly, she was making
enough noise that she attracted his attention.  He barely recognized her as
she ran past and out the mall exit that was located thirty of forty yards
away, and he certainly wasn't able to see that a good deal of the front of
her clothing was wet.  He could tell that she was very upset about
something though.

	Kelly was tempted to get up and go after her, but didn't make it
any farther than leaning forward in his seat on the bench before Doug
reappeared.  Kelly knew his mother would be mad if he saw Melissa visibly
upset and didn't try to find out what was wrong, but he figured he had
plausible deniability - no one could prove he had actually seen her, and
since she hadn't stopped to bother him, Kelly assumed that she hadn't
noticed him either.  He would find out later that he was very wrong about
that.

	Doug plopped back down onto the bench next to Kelly, but did take
notice that it looked like he was about to get up and follow the girl who
had accosted him in the restroom as he returned.  "What's up?" he asked as
he slid over on the bench, getting closer to Kelly.

	"Uh, nothing...  I just saw Melissa and she looked a little upset.
I was gonna go ask her what's wrong," Kelly answered.

	This brought a short burst of laughter from Doug.  Kelly eyed him
suspiciously and asked him what was going on.  Doug chuckled a moment more
before he answered.  "Um, well she sort of had a little accident in the
restroom..." Doug finally answered.

	"What?!" Kelly asked, shocked.  "What were you doing in the women's
restroom?"

	"I wasn't in the women's restroom," Doug answered.  "She was in the
men's."

	"What do you mean she was in the men's room?" Kelly wanted to know.

	"What?  Why is that any harder to believe than me being in the
ladies' room?" Doug shot back defensively.

	"That isn't what I meant," Kelly answered.  "I mean, that's not
what it was supposed to sound like.  Um, she's like always so prim and
proper all, so her being in the men's room is just so...  I don't know - it
just isn't like her at all."

	Doug looked over at Kelly and smiled.  "Don't worry babe, I was
just giving you shit.  Come on, let's get out of here, I'll tell you all
about it later.  I swear you're gonna laugh your ass off when you hear
this."  And with that, Doug stood and turned to face Kelly, reached out for
his hand and when Kelly took it, Doug pulled him up from the bench.  Doug
didn't let go of Kelly's hand immediately as they walked away from the
bench where they had been sitting toward the exit door - the same exit
Melissa Farmer had used just moments before.  They had actually walked
several steps before either of them thought about how public a place they
were in, and how many people were around.  Neither of them was ready to be
out publicly yet, so they released each other's hand and gave a glance
around to see if anyone was watching them.  It didn't look as if anyone had
noticed, so the two boys continued toward the exit, glancing at each other
occasionally and grinning as they went.

	They were a few blocks away from the mall going nowhere in
particular on their bicycles when Kelly's curiosity got the better of him.
He braked to a stop, and Doug had to turn around and come back to rejoin
him.  "Okay dude, you have got to tell me what happened back there, the
suspense is killing me!"

	Doug shook his head.  "Ten minutes dude - we'll go to the park,
I'll tell you there."

	Kelly wasn't so happy about having to wait, but he shrugged his
acceptance and nodded before he followed as Doug turned his bike and rode
off.

	It actually took them about twenty minutes to reach Abby Park, and
another couple minutes once inside the perimeter to reach the place where
Doug stopped his bike.  Kelly was beside him the entire way.  When they
stopped it was at the bottom of a gentle slope, and beneath an old, very
large oak tree.  Doug dropped his bike on the ground and sat by the tree
trunk.  Kelly followed suit, and when he sat next to Doug, they were very
close together - close enough that their outstretched legs were pressed
together.

	"So tell me what happened back at the mall with Melissa," Kelly
finally insisted.  "Dude, I so might get in trouble about this, you have to
tell me what happened."

	Kelly's concern was evident to Doug, so he decided to let him off
the hook, but he couldn't help laughing again before he told Kelly what had
happened.  "Well, the short version is that I pissed on her," Doug finally
confessed.

	"You WHAT?!" Kelly exclaimed.  "Dude, I am so gonna hear about this
later.  I know Melissa is going to tell her parents, and then they'll call
mine...  I am SO screwed!"

	"I don't think she's going to tell anyone," Doug snickered.

	"Why not?" Kelly wondered out loud.

	Then Doug told Kelly the whole story about Melissa coming into the
bathroom, bitching at him and grabbing his shoulder to turn him around
while he was peeing at the urinal.  Kelly couldn't help but laugh when he'd
finally heard the whole story.  "Why didn't you stop peeing?" he finally
asked.

	"Well, at first I couldn't," Doug confessed.  "But then when I
thought I could, I decided that she deserved it, so I just didn't..."

	Both boys erupted into laughter once again at that point.  Once
they were able to contain themselves finally, Kelly thought for a moment,
then he told Doug, "You know, I'm still probably going to hear about this
one way or another."

	"Yeah," Doug agreed, "but probably only from her."

	"I don't know..." Kelly said.  "She sort of has a big mouth, and
she doesn't shut it very often."

	"Yeah, but do you really think she's the type that would spread it
around that she went into the men's room at the mall and ended up getting
pissed on by someone?  I don't really know her, but she doesn't seem that
type to me." Doug observed.

	"I'd say that you're probably right, but she's the type that will
spin it around so she was in the right, and it was her that was completely
the victim," Kelly countered.

	"Yeah, but how is she going to explain going into the men's room?"
Doug questioned.  "I don't see how she'll explain that."

	"You don't know Melissa," Kelly explained.  "She's always right and
the universe revolves around her.  At least that's the way she sees things.
And to her parents, she's the little princess - she can do no wrong.  The
truth is, that's probably mostly why she's the way she is."

- - -

	Melissa was still fuming when she finally got home.  Her mother was
able to tell something was wrong by the way she slammed the door behind her
as she entered the house, and then stomped up the stairs to her room.  She
slammed the door behind her, which was another indicator to her mother that
something was wrong.

	Melissa was stripping out of the clothes that Doug had soiled with
his urine a couple hours before, throwing each garment violently to the
floor as she removed them.  She was still disgusted by what Doug had done,
but refused to see her own culpability in the matter at all.  It was not in
her nature to ever admit that she was wrong about anything.

	When her mother knocked gently on her door, intending to inquire
what was wrong, Melissa snapped out a quick "What do you want?" in the same
venomous tone she had used with Doug earlier in the bathroom at the mall.

	Melissa's mother was unaccustomed to this tone of voice from her
daughter, especially directed at her.  "You will not use that tone with me
young lady!" she responded immediately, "and you open this door right now!"

	Melissa clearly heard the anger in her mother's voice, and
obediently opened the door to her room.  When she pulled the door open, she
was wearing only a bra, panties and short white socks.  All the other
clothes she had been wearing were strewn about the floor of the room where
she had thrown them.

	"Melissa, you are certainly not behaving like yourself this
afternoon.  You tell me what's wrong," her mother demanded.

	Melissa's gaze sank immediately to the floor.  All she said - and
she did it so quietly that her mother was barely able to hear her...
"Boys.  They are just so gross!"

	Melissa's mother laughed, completely misunderstanding the
situation.  "I thought you outgrew that phase a long time ago," she said.

	Melissa almost told her mother what had happened, but stopped.
"Mom, I just need to take a shower now, okay?" is what actually came out of
her mouth.  She hoped that her mother wouldn't ask for any further
explanation about what was wrong.

	Fortunately, her mother turned to leave, but just before she pulled
the door closed behind her, she looked over her shoulder and said "We'll
talk about this later sweetheart."  She paused.  "There seems to be an odd
smell in here.  You might want to open a window, Darling."

	After her mother left the room, Melissa sat back on her bed for a
moment.  'How am I supposed to explain what happened to me today to her?'
she wondered.  As she stepped into the shower, Melissa was still trying to
figure out how to explain everything to her mother.

- - -

	Kelly and Doug were still sharing a laugh in the park about what
had happened between Doug and Melissa at the mall even as she stepped out
of the shower and dried herself.  Kelly was finally finding a lot more
humor in the situation, even though he still had a horrible feeling about
how he was going to hear about what had happened later, probably from his
mother, but most certainly from Melissa.

	Doug had managed to scoot over just a little closer to Kelly as
they sat under the old oak tree in the park, and he let his hand stray into
Kelly's lap.  Kelly wasn't aroused at all yet when Doug did this - the
conversation about what had transpired between Doug and Melissa was
weighing on his mind, and the potential trouble that conjured in Kelly's
mind was certainly enough to keep his mind focused on things other than his
penis.  But now that Doug's hand was resting atop it, Kelly's mind shifted
gears and began to center itself on his crotch.

	Doug just rested his hand there at first, not sure what Kelly's
reaction was going to be to him making a move like this in a pretty public
place - not that there was anyone around them at the moment.  Kelly didn't
seem to object at all, so Doug gave him a tentative squeeze.  Their legs
were stretched out in front of them as they sat under the tree, leaning
against the stout trunk.  When Kelly felt Doug's hand grip his crotch a
little more tightly just for a moment, he lifted his leg and placed it over
Doug's, giving Doug the signal that he was okay with what they were doing
in plain view of anyone that might happen by.

	Doug looked over at Kelly, and when he did he saw that Kelly was
already looking over at him.  Kelly smiled and moved his hand over into
Doug's lap.  Kelly wasn't so sure about making out here in the park where
anyone could see them, but it seemed okay with Doug, so he was going along
with it - for now anyway.  Doug moved his hand up, maneuvering it first
underneath Kelly's shirt, then back downward so that it was inside his
pants.  Doug brushed his fingers lightly through Kelly's pubic hair,
enjoying the feeling of the soft patch before continuing further down.  His
hand finally reached Kelly's penis, which was still hanging down between
his legs.  As Doug's hand slid over it, he felt it twitch just a little,
then begin to thicken.  Doug pulled it up so that it pointed up toward
Kelly's stomach.  His goal was to get Kelly quite stiff, and he knew that
it would be better to adjust its position sooner rather than later.

	Kelly had a pretty good idea what Doug was up to when he made the
adjustment.  He was still okay with what they were doing, so he looked back
over a Doug and smiled to let him know it was all good.  Doug's hand began
to stroke him lightly, occasionally moving lower to caress his balls for a
moment before moving back to the shaft, then up to the head and finally
repeating the process over and over again.  It didn't take long for Kelly's
dick to become quite stiff, and only slightly longer for Doug to begin to
feel the slick wetness of pre-cum forming at the tip.  Kelly's breathing
was starting to become ragged when he took hold of Doug's forearm and
pulled his hand back up out of his pants.

	"What's wrong?" Doug asked.

	"Nothing's wrong," Kelly breathed out heavily.

	"Then why did you stop me?"

	"Because I really don't want to cum in my pants," Kelly explained.

	"Then take them off," Doug suggested playfully.

	"Not a chance, not here," Kelly replied flatly.  He wasn't willing
to take that risk.  Kelly knew that the park had a reputation that the
local police were trying to combat, and he wasn't about to take a chance on
getting busted.

	"Why not?" Doug persisted, "there's no one around."

	"Someone could come by.  I'm just not going to do that here," Kelly
insisted.

	There was a tone of finality in Kelly's voice that told him that he
needed to drop the subject, so he shrugged and said "Okay."

	"We could go somewhere else..." Kelly suggested.  He was horny now,
having been teased to complete hardness by Doug's ministrations.  He did
want to continue, he just didn't want to do it out here in the open.

	Doug smiled at him.  "You have any place in mind?" he asked.

	"Yeah," Kelly replied.  "I think I know just the place.  It's about
ten minutes from here."

- - -

	Melissa felt a lot better after she got out of the shower - cleaner
anyway.  She was still intensely angry about the events that had transpired
at the mall, but right now she needed to figure out what she was going to
tell her mother.  She didn't want to let her know what had really happened.
That was way too embarrassing, and even though she normally shared
everything with her mother, this was something that she didn't think she
could share with anyone.  Finally she decided that she would stick close to
the truth, but she was going to leave out Doug having peed all over her and
finding out about Kelly's foray into a homosexual relationship.  She would
just tell her mother that she had gotten into an argument with Kelly's new
friend when they ran into each other at the mall.

	Melissa's mother accepted the story when she went downstairs and
was asked about what had happened.  When Melissa had finished the
abbreviated version of what had happened, her mother had one question -
"Was Kelly there when this happened?"

	"Well, they were there together, yeah," Melissa answered.  She
paused for just a second, and then added, "But he wasn't right there with
us when we got into the disagreement, so he didn't see what was happening."

	"Well I should hope not," her mother replied.  "If he was right
there, I'd hope he would have stood up for you, as long as you two have
been friends."

	"I'm sure he would have," Melissa lied, smiling sweetly as she did.

	Melissa's mother knew full well how her daughter felt about Kelly
Tucker.  Melissa had announced years ago her intention to court and marry
the boy.  Her mother wasn't blind to the fact that Kelly, despite being
good friends with her daughter did not seem to return her affections.  If
that were the case, they had reached the age where it seemed likely that he
would have asked her to one of the school dances by now, but so far this
had never happened.  She did know that her daughter could be very
persistent, and was sure that she hadn't given up on her plans for her
future life with their neighbor's son from two houses down the street.

- - -

	Kelly and Doug had to ride about a half mile to get out of the park
and into the neighborhood that would allow them access to one of the trails
that led to the more private place Kelly had in mind.  He knew that other
people went there from time to time - after all he and the Jensen twins had
caught some friends of theirs skinny dipping there a while back.  But that
had been sort of a fluke, it was the only time he had ever seen anyone else
at that spot back in the woods.

	Today turned out to be the second time there was someone else
there.  And it was one of the same boys that had been skinny dipping there
the last time.  Today however, he was with someone else - but someone he
recognized.  It was someone that Doug recognized as well.  Kyle and Joey
were on the opposite bank of the stream lying on a large, flat rock,
apparently asleep in the afternoon sun that broke through the branches of
the trees above them.  And they were both naked, their clothes quite a ways
away from them on the bank of the stream.  Kyle's dick was soft as he lay
sleeping, but Joey's was very hard.

	Doug pulled his cell phone from his pocket, flipped it open and
snapped a couple quick pictures of the scene before them.  "What did you do
that for?" Kelly asked quietly.

	"Just seemed like a perfect photo opportunity," Doug whispered
back.

	"Perv," Kelly breathed out quietly.

	Doug gave Kelly a quick grope before turning to give him a peck on
the lips.  "Yeah, but that's why you love me," he said quietly.

	Neither boy spoke for a couple minutes - both were just looking at
the other two lying on the rock thirty yards or so away.  "Should we wake
them up?" Doug wondered aloud.

	Kelly shook his head.  "Nah, but let's go for a swim.  If they wake
up, they wake up."

	Doug and Kelly dropped their bikes by the trail, went down the bank
and leapt from rock to rock across the stream.  When they got to the other
side, they quickly stripped off their clothes and jumped into the cool
water beneath the falls.  They weren't quiet at all as they splashed their
way into the water, but that didn't interrupt Kyle's and Joey's naps, at
least not immediately.  Kelly and Doug had been splashing around in the
water for between ten and fifteen minutes before the noise they were making
finally woke Kyle.

	Kyle heard the splashing before he opened his eyes.  He considered
for a moment that Joey may have gone back into the water, but then he
noticed the voices.  If that was Joey back in the water, someone else was
with them now.  Kyle concentrated on the vocal sounds as much as he could.
There was some familiarity, but Joey's wasn't among them.  Kyle slowly
opened his eyes and lifted his head so he would be able to survey the area.
As he did this he let a hand slide down to his crotch to cover his
genitals, not that there was much point now.  Whoever else it was that was
here had already seen him - no, seen them he realized as he looked around
and saw that Joey was still lying next to him, snoring lightly.

	There were two other boys splashing around in the water in the
deepest part of the little pool.  He wasn't able to tell right away who
they were, but finally one of the boys looked his direction and noticed
that he was now sitting up looking back at them.  He tapped the other boy
next to him in the water and said something to him that caused him to turn
toward Kyle.  It was Doug Summers, the boy he had dated very briefly months
before.  The boy he was with was the same guy he had been hanging out at
their country club with a few weeks before.  When Doug saw him looking he
waved and smiled brightly.

	'That's weird,' Kyle thought.  'I wasn't aware that we were really
being all that friendly with each other.'  Still, he returned the wave and
smiled.

	Doug turned to the boy who was with him and said something.  Then
the two of them started making their way toward the rock he and Joey were
sunning themselves on.  'Shit,' Kyle thought.  'I really don't feel like
dealing with this right now.'  But moments later he had no choice.  Doug
and his friend were pulling themselves up so that their elbows held the top
of the rock and their arms crossed.  Their torsos and legs still hung down
off the rock and into the water.  From all he had been able to see of them
so far, all Kyle had been able to tell was that they were shirtless.

	Doug was none too subtle about the way he was checking Joey out.
In fact he was staring unashamedly right at Joey's exposed privates, his
ball sack hanging between his legs and his stiff penis over the top of it.
Kyle finally felt that he should say something.  "Um, Doug...  You um, you
don't have to stare."

	Doug's gaze finally broke from its previous target and returned to
Kyle.  "Can't help it," he said.  "Your new boyfriend has a nice package.
But then, so does mine."

	"Geez, Doug..." Kyle started, thinking that this behavior was a
little odd.  He had no idea how bizarre things were about to get - at least
from his perspective.

	But Doug cut him off.  "He does.  Show him, Kelly," Doug said,
turning to look at Kelly as he addressed him instead of Kyle.

	Kelly cocked his head as if to ask 'are you sure?'  When Doug
nodded, Kelly slipped down off the rock into the water, then he used the
bottom to spring back up, bringing himself out of the water and
straightening his arms with his palms flat on the rock.  Kyle's eyes were
drawn immediately to Kelly's midsection.  He was naked, his dick and balls
were drawn up from the cold water in the stream they were swimming in.

	Doug reached over and fondled him a little.  "I may need to warm
him up a little, this cold water is causing a little 'shrinkage' - you know
how it is."

	Kyle didn't say anything as he watched Doug move around behind
Kelly, then turn around so he was facing the other way and pull himself up
by wrapping his arms around Kelly's thighs.  Doug threw his head back as he
raised himself up to let his open mouth consume all that he could of
Kelly's equipment.  Because of the cold water they had been swimming in,
Doug did a pretty good job showing off that he was able to get all of the
flaccid penis and drawn up ball sack into his mouth at the same time.  The
warmth of Doug's mouth quickly counteracted the coldness of the water, and
it wasn't long before Kelly's dick started to expand.

	Doug sank down just a little and opened his jaw to let Kelly's dick
out of his mouth, and it popped up above his face.  He kept Kelly's balls -
both of them - in his mouth.  He continued to suck on them and massage them
with his tongue.  Kelly's penis continued to grow and become more erect all
the while, and Doug was able to see pre-cum forming on its tip.  The
position they were in was awkward to say the least, and Doug finally had to
drop away.  Once he did, Kelly dropped carefully back into the water so
that he wouldn't brush his now throbbing dick against the abrasive stone he
was propped against.

	Doug pulled himself out of the water to sit on the rock.  He
beckoned to Kelly to join him.  Kelly came out of the water to sit next to
Doug.  He was wondering what Doug was up to, just like Kyle.  Still, ever
the thrill seeker, Kelly found a certain excitement in what Doug was doing.
He just wished he knew the plan.  The boys had arranged themselves in a
sort of semi-circle now that Doug and Kelly had joined Joey and Kyle on the
rock.

	"So, do you guys have any lube with you?" Doug asked mischievously
and grinning as he studied the reaction on the faces of the other three.
Kyle looked a little shocked by the question, Joey looked almost confused
as Kelly did initially, but then Kelly began to grin.  Joey kept his eyes
glancing back and forth between Kelly and Doug, waiting for whatever was to
come next.  As the smiles widened on their faces, one developed on his as
well.  Not having received an answer, Doug repeated the question, "So do
you guys have any lube or not?"

	"Uh, no...  I mean, well not with us...  I guess just no," Kyle
sputtered.

	Doug found this humorous and snickered a little.  "Well, I guess we
can just do it dry then," he commented off handedly as he leaned back.  He
lay back and raised his legs, putting the most private part of his body on
display to the others.  He motioned for Kelly to move over to him.  It was
now clear to them all what Doug was planning.  This didn't seem like such a
great idea to Kelly, who was obviously meant to be very intimately involved
- the rough surface of the rock didn't seem like the ideal place for this,
but for the moment Kelly continued to play along.

	He positioned himself between Doug's legs, leaned forward and began
to rub the tip of his dick around the hole, spreading his pre-cum around
it, trying to at least provide some natural lubricant.  He wasn't ready to
try to enter Doug yet, but Doug seemed to have other ideas as he tried to
press back against Kelly's rod.

	Kelly started pressing forward, holding Doug's legs out wide so
that they were at an angle that resembled a gymnast doing a split.  Doug
grunted as Kelly pushed forward.  This didn't seem like it was comfortable
for him, and the rock they were on didn't feel so great to Kelly's knees
either.  'If we're going to do this here, it would be better if I laid on
the damn rock and he got on top of me,' Kelly thought.  He decided quickly
what he would do - he would get his dick inside, then he would roll them
over into that position.

	Kelly gave a push forward.  This caused some friction that was very
uncomfortable to Doug as he was pushed back slightly against the stone.  He
was beginning to doubt this wisdom in this act of exhibitionism he had
started, but he wasn't ready to stop yet.  He was determined to put this
show on for Kyle.  Kelly was able to see the grimace on Doug's face when he
pushed forward, so he leaned down for a kiss, but before pressing his lips
against Doug's he whispered his idea about changing position.  Doug nodded
ever so slightly, just enough for Kelly to be able to tell that he agreed
with this plan.

	When they broke the kiss, Kelly and Doug wrapped their arms around
each other and rolled.  This was going to work better since there wouldn't
be the back and forth motion creating friction against the rock.  Doug
wished that they were facing the other though, as now there was no way for
him to see Kyle's face unless he glanced over his shoulder - and that, he
decided would be way too obvious.

	Doug sank back, this time letting out a satisfied sigh as Kelly
filled him, giving him that great familiar feeling as he reached maximum
penetration.  Doug sat still for a moment before he started riding, moving
up and down.  Kelly's attention was centered on the pleasure he was
feeling.  He forgot all about his surroundings and the two other boys
sitting there watching him and Doug having sex.

	Joey's dick had sprung back to attention from the display being put
on before him.  He even began to stroke his cock without even thinking
about what he was doing.  He just found this so erotic that he was unable
to help himself.  He found himself thinking that this was even better than
some of the things he had done with Brandon and Alex.  Kyle had even gotten
over the initial shock of what Doug and Kelly were doing in front of them
and was actually starting to get turned on by it now too - at least if the
stirring he was feeling in his groin was any indication.

	Kelly used his arms and bent his knees as best he could,
considering Doug's position on top of him to plant his feet so he could
brace himself somewhat.  At the same time he also began to thrust upward,
developing a comfortable tempo between them.  The moans from both boys were
beginning to become louder as their sex became more frantic, nearing its
ultimate climax.

	Joey's gaze was becoming transfixed, watching the withdrawal and
renewed penetration.  Kyle's eye's were still shifting back and forth
occasionally from the sexual act in front of him to his boyfriend beside
him.  Kyle was well aware that Joey was zoned in totally on the show, and
finally his gaze settled there as well, no longer looking back over to
Joey.  His hand even found its way into his lap just as Joey's had, finding
his erection and beginning to stroke it.

	Doug's dick was straining, throbbing and bright red.  It slapped
against his stomach each time he raised up above Kelly, bringing the stiff
shaft nearly all the way out of his hole before sinking back down on it
again and again.  Only Doug was able to see Kelly's face, and he could tell
easily from his expression that Kelly was very close to orgasm.  When he
did begin to cum, the only noises Kelly made were a few stifled grunts,
none of which Kyle and Joey could hear.  They were able to see the semen
begin to seep out and dribble down the exposed part of Kelly's shaft - but
then that's where their attention was focused.  They weren't able to see
the streams of semen that shot out from Doug's cock as he grabbed it and
stroked in the final seconds before he came, but they were certainly able
to hear his exaggerated moans.

	Finally the two boys stopped moving, a moment later Doug leaned
forward to give Kelly a kiss.  When he did, Kelly's softening dick slipped
free.  The kiss was passionate, their tongues meeting and mashing together,
each seeming to struggle for supremacy.  When Doug finally broke the kiss
and rolled off of Kelly so that he too was facing Kyle and Joey, he caught
them in the midst of their own orgasms.  They had reached over, each into
the other's lap to stroke the other to completion.  They came nearly at the
same time, semen shooting up onto both their chests, then the later, weaker
spurts landing in their pubic hair and dribbling down onto their hands.

	It seemed a moment of bliss for them all.  Then they heard the
applause.

* * *

	Trevor Roberts had gone three weeks without having a drink.  He had
one of the best and most powerful things motivating him - the health and
safety of his son.  The pictures he'd been shown by Barbara and Henry were
so horrific that he couldn't imagine losing custody of his son to his wife
- knowing that she would be sending him off to meet the same sort of fate.

	Trevor's abstinence from drinking helped reaffirm the bond between
father and son as well.  They had spent a lot of quality time together,
which they hadn't done for a long time.  There was a drawback to this
though.  Steven and Carson weren't getting as much alone time together as
they had previously.  The boys were dealing with that as best they could,
and still managed to spend one night a week together.  It was only one
night each of the three weeks, but at least it was the whole night.  And
they did make the most of it each time.

	Steven had not heard anything from his mother throughout this
entire period, and despite what she had tried to do to him, she was still
his mother and he missed her.  He had talked to his father about what was
happening to their family, and his father had finally told him that he had
filed for a divorce and that his mother was not contesting it.  She was not
even challenging his petition for full custody.

	When Steven told Carson about this, he had actually started to cry
a little - it was a horrible thing after all to feel that his mother didn't
love him anymore - all just because he was gay.  Carson tried to be as
comforting as possible, even telling Steven that he was sure his mother
really did love him still.  Carson didn't believe was he was saying, but he
thought it would make Steven feel better.

	In a way it did - but only because Steven knew that Carson was
lying to him in an attempt to be comforting.  That was something that
showed Steven that Carson really loved him.  That was enough to reassure
him and make him feel better.  Carson wasn't stupid, he knew that Steven
didn't believe what he was saying, but the smile Steven gave him was enough
to melt his heart.  They were boyfriends, even soul mates perhaps, and just
being together made them both feel better.

	Finally one morning Barbara had an announcement to make to her son.
Since Steven had spent the night and was there with them and Dr. Henry
Bloomfield at the breakfast table, he was included too.  "Sweetheart,"
Carson's mother began, "I have something to tell you."

	Carson looked up from his plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon,
his eyes conveying the one word question, "What?"

	"Henry has asked me to marry him, Honey," she explained.  "And I've
told him that I would."

	Carson stopped chewing and swallowing his mouthful of food.  At
first Barbara was concerned, but once his mouth was empty, Carson jumped up
out of his chair and hugged his mother.  "Cool!" he exclaimed as he wrapped
his arms tightly around her.  Even Steven had a broad grin on his face.
He'd known Carson and his family nearly all his life.  He knew about the
divorce Carson's mother and father had gone through, and was even vaguely
aware of how abusive Carson's father had been to his mother.  He was truly
happy for her, especially since he regarded her as a second mother.

	Carson released his mother and stepped back.  "So when is the big
day?" he asked.  "Are you going to have a huge wedding?"

	"Next Saturday, and no," his mother answered.  "We're just planning
on a small ceremony here at the house with a few friends and a small
reception later."

	Carson and Steven smiled at each other and nodded; their minds
apparently in sync.  "Is there anything we can do to help out?" Steven
asked.

	"Well, I want Carson to give me away, of course.  I'm sure we'll
find something for you to do to help too," she answered.

	"Give you away?"  Carson wasn't familiar with the typical wedding
ritual and at14 years old, was confused by the expression.  "I don't want
to give you away, you're my mom and I'm keeping you!" he exclaimed.

	"That isn't what it means, baby," she answered.  "It's just a
saying that's part of the ceremony.  I'll still be your mother, nothing
will ever change that."

	Henry spoke up - "I do intend to take her away from you for a week
for the honeymoon...  But I do promise to bring her back.  Do you think you
might be able to spend some time with Steven over your summer break while
we're gone?"  When that bit of news was sprung on them, the boys looked at
each other and smiled.  The thought of them spending a week together during
the summer, with minimal supervision while Steven's father was at work was
very appealing to both of them.

	"I'm sure my dad won't mind," Steven squeaked out, the pitch in his
voice unnaturally high.  That brought laughter from the rest of the group,
causing Steven's face to turn bright red in embarrassment.

* * *

	Michael was still in the hospital following his surgery after the
car wreck and being diagnosed with a brain tumor.  Bobby's mind was in
turmoil over the situation between himself, Michael and Billy.  He didn't
know what to do about it.  This didn't stop him from succumbing to Billy's
sexual advances whenever they would occur, and that was part of his problem
- that and Billy was seducing him more and more often, even becoming almost
reckless about it at times.  Billy had even tried to make out with him on a
stretch of beach near their homes where they had beached his jet-skis one
day when they were taking a break from riding them through the low swells
along the Charleston coast.  This was the one time that Bobby had managed
to stave off Billy's advances.  The beach, secluded from nearby houses and
hotels though it was, was just too public a place for Bobby, so each time
Billy would grab at his crotch, Bobby would slap his hand away.  Billy
tried his hurt puppy dog look, but even this, which normally worked on
Bobby wasn't enough this time.  Finally, Billy abandoned the idea of having
sex on the beach and they rode the jet skis back to his house.  He was
horny though, and he was determined that they were going to do something to
make each other cum that day.

	When they got back to Billy's house, they shed the life vests they
wore while riding the small water craft and raised them up out of the water
onto their lifts.  Billy's dad had been very specific about the
instructions for their care, and Billy knew he had to wash them off with
fresh water once they were lifted up out of the salt water after they had
been ridden.  While Billy was washing the jet skis off, he decided to spray
Bobby with the hose.  Billy managed to hit him with the cold water a couple
times before Bobby ran straight for him, getting doused thoroughly in the
process.  Bobby wrestled the hose away from the smaller, younger boy, and
once he had control of the water, sprayed Billy until he was completely
soaked.

	Rosemary watched their antics from the kitchen window as she washed
the dishes from lunch.  She smiled at their playfulness, thinking how nice
it was that there seemed to have been a bond that developed between them -
a bond that she and her husband thought was mutually beneficial.  The two
boys finally ran off the pier and ended up wrestling around on the grass in
the backyard.  She wasn't able to see the gropes that Billy gave to Bobby
as often as he could as the two boys, clad only in board shorts wrestled in
the back yard.

	When she finished drying the dishes and put them away, she opened
the back door that led out to the large, wooden deck behind the house and
called out that she had some errands and shopping to do and that she would
be back in a couple hours.  She caught them unaware when she had called out
to them.  Fortunately, she wasn't able to see that Billy had his hand well
up inside the leg of Bobby's shorts.  It didn't stay there but a fraction
of a second after she made her presence known though, as Bobby quickly
flipped over, sending Billy sprawling on the grass a couple feet away.
Bobby gave Billy a sideways glance that he hoped he would convey his
displeasure at the situation, even if he was nearly as culpable as Billy at
the time.

	Once Billy's mother had gone inside and they heard the garage door
rattle up and down as she left, Bobby verbalized his concern over the
situation to Billy.  "Dude, we can't be doing shit like this if your
parents might see."

	"Don't worry about it, we weren't really doing anything," Billy
told him, ignoring the fact that they probably would have been in a few
minutes if his mother hadn't stuck her head out the door when she did.  He
just did manage to refrain from saying that his parents knew that he'd had
sex before they adopted him, as the thought of the sexual abuse he had
endured then as since none of that had been his choice and all of it very
much against his will, shut him up.

	The thought of what he had been through before Stan and Rosemary
adopted him killed the mood for the rest of the afternoon for Billy.  That
was fine with Bobby, since he was feeling more and more guilt about
cheating on Michael.  It had become even worse since Michael was in the
hospital following his car wreck and the surgery for his brain tumor.
Things seemed to be progressing well for Michael though, and he would be
out of the hospital any day now.  Of course, that was bound to present
Bobby with another problem in juggling his relationships.

	But he would deal with that when the time came.  For the time being
though, he didn't have to.  But the time he would have to have to becoming
more and more imminent.  And Bobby was well aware of it.  Billy was aware
as well, but he wasn't going to talk about it unless he had to.

	The guilt that Bobby felt about these liaisons with Billy increased
every time he saw Michael.  It was starting to overwhelm him, but he didn't
know anyone he could talk to about the situation he'd let himself get into.
He did know that he desperately needed to talk to someone though - he
needed to get this secret off his chest.  He wished there were some adult
that he knew who was also gay, just so he talk and get some advice about
the bizarre love triangle he had found himself in the middle of.  He was
sure that there were plenty of adults who watched his webcasts, but these
weren't the type of people he thought he could seek guidance from.

	Bobby's parents noticed that he was down in the dumps, but they
wrote this off to him being worried about his friend who had been in the
car accident.  They weren't aware that Michael was actually their son's
boyfriend, but if they had broached the subject with him, they would have
found out.  Bobby was an emotional train wreck at the time, and was looking
for an opportunity to come out to his parents - that would have made him
feel better, he thought.  He had no idea that they were actually already
aware that he was gay.  That opportunity still hadn't presented itself.
Instead, his parents kept to their normal routine, drinking martinis every
afternoon as soon as they returned from their offices and going out to
social events in the evenings.  Bobby had finally begun to realize that he
was the classic 'poor little rich boy' - he had everything materially he
could possibly want, but what was missing in his life was the love of his
parents.  He had been thinking about this more and more as he watched the
interaction of Michael and Billy, his two closest friends with their
parents.  Michael's parents actually did things with him - like when his
father had restored the Mustang with him.  Not only that, when Michael had
come out to them, they completely supported him.  And then there were Stan
and Rosemary Hill, even though they had adopted Billy only months
previously, showed him far more love and affection than he could ever
remember his own parents showing him.

- - -

	Michael had been out of the hospital for a week.  Bobby came to his
house every afternoon to visit.  He had gone to the hospital as often as he
could to visit Michael before he was discharged, but he hadn't been able to
make it every day.  Michael's doctors thought his prognosis was good, and
the post operation x-rays and MRIs all indicated that the tumor had been
completely removed.  Michael was just starting to be able to get around on
his own, without the need for someone's assistance.  This was a relief for
him, because he disliked having to be helped into the bathroom nearly as
much as he did having to use a bedpan to relieve himself.  He did need to
use a cane to steady himself, but that was a lot better than needing help
from another person.

	Michael was finally able to get out of the house and walk around in
the yard as well.  This was another welcome relief, since he was getting
tired of being cooped up indoors.  The day finally came when he entered the
detached garage building on the opposite side of the driveway from the
house where his Mustang was being stored.  This was the first time Michael
had seen the car since his accident, and when he did see it, he was as
surprised as the State Troopers had been that he had survived the accident.
The car was reduced to a twisted heap of metal and shattered glass.  He was
curious why his father had had it brought here instead of having it taken
to a junk yard.

	Michael suddenly became aware that there was someone else there
with him - he just innately sensed that there was someone there.  He turned
slowly and saw Bobby standing behind him, his mouth agape.  This was the
first time Bobby had seen the car after the accident as well.  Finally he
managed to speak quietly, "Oh my God, I can't believe this.  It's a wonder
you weren't killed."

	Michael steadied himself on the cane and turned his whole body to
face Bobby.  The effort it took was apparent.  "Are you okay?" Bobby asked.
The movements Michael made while turning around seemed to him as if they
were painful.

	"Yeah, I'm fine," Michael answered.  "It feels good just to have a
little bit of my independence back.  This is the first time I've been
outside in a long time."  When he turned to face Bobby, the sun lit his
face, and even though the brightness hurt his eyes, the warmth on his face
and seeing the silhouette of Bobby standing there was refreshing to him.

	Michael took a step forward, but caught his toe on the door jamb.
He started to stumble, so Bobby stepped forward and reached out to catch
him.  They ended up in a hug.  Michael was a little embarrassed by having
to be caught and kept from falling like that, but he still smiled at Bobby
and wrapped his arms around him.  "Damn, but it feels good to have you in
my arms again," he said.

	Bobby looked at him and smiled.  It had been a long time since he
and Michael had held each other, and he had to admit that it did feel good
to be holding each other and hugging once again.  "It does feel good," he
told Michael.  The once familiar strength of Michael's arms still wasn't
there - Michael was still recovering after all, but it did feel good to him
for them to be embracing like this again.

	Bobby pushed himself up on his toes so he could kiss Michael on the
lips.  It was a deep, passionate kiss, one that they hadn't been able to
share for quite a while.  Even though Michael hadn't gotten all his
strength back, it felt nice to Bobby to be back in his arms.  He hugged
Michael tightly for a moment, then released his grip and looked up into
Michael's eyes.  "Sorry I squeezed you like that, I didn't hurt you did I?"
he asked.

	Michael smiled and ran a finger down the bridge of Bobby's nose.
"Of course not little babe, actually it felt really good.  Just don't
squeeze my head and I think I can stand anything you want to do to me.
Let's go inside for a while now though, okay?"

	Bobby smiled and took Michael's hand as they went inside.

	Bobby glanced up at Michael's head as Michael opened the door to
let them inside.  He was wearing a baseball cap since his hair was still
closely shorn because of his surgery, so Bobby couldn't tell if the bandage
was still in place or not, but he thought it might be.  Michael hadn't
mentioned it much, other than saying that his parents were changing the
dressing since he came home and that he would be returning to the hospital
in another day or two to have the stitches in his scalp removed.

	Bobby had lost track of time and didn't realize that today was
going to be that day until Michael asked Bobby if he wanted to go along
when his mother took him to the hospital that afternoon.  Bobby smiled and
nodded.  "Of course I'll go along with you babe!" he answered.

	Michael grinned.  "That's cool; you can hold my hand instead of Mom
when they're taking out the stitches."

- - -

	On the way to the hospital, Bobby and Michael sat in the back seat,
holding hands.  Michael's mother glanced at them occasionally in the rear
view mirror and thought how sweet they looked together.  She still thought
sadly at times that she wouldn't have grand children to dote over, but it
was more important to her and her husband that their son was happy.  She
knew that Michael was friends with a small group of other gays among the
other 1500-some students at his school, and that one in particular had a
mother who was particularly unaccepting of his homosexuality.  In fact
Michael had been instrumental in thwarting an attempt by her to have him
kidnapped into a facility that was under scrutiny for the methods they used
to 'cure' teen boys and girls of the 'disease' of homosexuality.

	Michael's mother considered herself to be a good Christian woman,
and could not reconcile the hatred this group espoused with their claims of
being a Christian group.  They even used a slogan 'God hates fags.'  She
didn't understand how any Christian group could claim that God hated
anyone.  She was distracted from her thoughts as a conversation struck up
in the back seat.

	"So why is your car in the garage?" Bobby asked.  "It looks pretty
bad; I'd have thought it would have been in a junk yard or something."

	"Yeah, it looks pretty bad," Michael admitted.  His mother knew he
had been going out to the garage to look at the wrecked vehicle, but she
didn't know Bobby had seen it until just now.  She had worried at first
that it might be a bad reminder of the accident for her son, but so far it
hadn't seemed to bother him.

	"Dad says he thinks we can fix it," Michael continued.  "He says
that most of the damage is more cosmetic than anything else, and since the
frame and the engine weren't damaged that we should be able to."

	"I hope you can," Bobby told him.  "It sure is a mess now though,
and it would sure be a shame if you can't."  Bobby knew how much Michael
had loved the vintage Mustang, and how much pride he took in it when people
would compliment him on how nice it was.  Then suddenly he blurted out,
"I'll help you work on it if you want."

	Michael knew that Bobby wouldn't know one end of a wrench from the
other, but he knew the offer was sincere and he appreciated it.  "I'd like
that babe," he responded.  He wasn't sure Bobby would follow through, but
he did appreciate the offer.

- - -

	For Billy's part, there was no telling that anything was wrong.  He
was happy and care-free.  Stan and Rosemary noticed that he was spending
more time with Bobby than he had been before, but they thought this was
mainly because Bobby's best friend had been injured so badly in the car
wreck.  They were undecided about whether Billy was trying to console his
friend, or perhaps fill the void that was left when Michael was injured.
Either way, they didn't see anything wrong, and they certainly didn't
suspect that Billy and Bobby were having sex - after all, they did know
that Bobby was Billy's best friend and that he looked up to the older boy.

	When Michael got out of the hospital, Bobby was making it a point
to go visit him at home every afternoon, so Rosemary noticed that Bobby
wasn't around as much as he had been.  He and Billy would still get
together each evening, and they were still having frequent sleepovers,
usually at Bobby's house.

	Since they had been employed at the same law firm, Stan Hill was
well aware that Arthur Connor was still drinking just as much as he ever
had.  He was fairly certain that his wife, Helene was as well.  He had seen
the limousines picking them up from their home in the evenings, but
normally wasn't up late enough to see them drop him back off.  He took a
little consolation in knowing that at least if they were using a limo
service that he wouldn't have to get Arthur out of another DUI charge.
Having done that still weighed on Stan's mind.

- - -

	Bobby knew that he was going to have to have a serious talk with
Billy.  He had to get the situation between them under control.  First and
foremost in his mind was keeping Michael from finding out about what was
going on between him and Billy.

	Billy had assured him time and again that he wasn't going to say
anything to Michael, but there was a thought in the back of Bobby's mind
that told him he couldn't completely rely on that.  He didn't want to trust
that to chance, especially with Michael just having been released from the
hospital, and holding his hand through the minor ordeal of having the
stitches removed from his scalp.  Bobby couldn't put Michael through the
ordeal of finding out that he had been cheating.  He thought the idea would
be far too painful.

	It didn't help him when Billy came over that evening and
immediately started trying to feel him up.  They both knew where this was
probably going to lead, and Bobby didn't want it to go there this time.  He
wanted to have a serious talk with Billy about how things were working out,
but mentally he wasn't sure that Billy was up to it.

	Bobby pushed Billy's hand away the first time it brushed across his
dick, but not the second.  He just didn't have the resolve.  He knew he was
going to have to develop some, but when?

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