Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2006 21:07:12 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon and Alex 07 This is the third story that I've written to completion and one that I've given a great deal of thought over the last couple years before finally sitting down at a keyboard so others could enjoy it. My first was `The House on Lora Avenue' (May 26, 2006) and the second was `Chris and Aaron' (June 01, 2006) which are posted in the High School section. The two main characters are based on a couple guys that I once knew, however everything except their physical descriptions is purely fictional (and Brandon and Alex were not their real names either). So far as I know, these two boys never really did anything at all like what will be described in this story, in fact the boys the descriptions are based on did not even know each other. This story involves sexual situations between teen and pre-teen boys – and you are cautioned that there are elements of bondage contained in this story, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this wherever you live or this makes you squeamish, please either leave this story/site now and/or move to a place where things like this are acceptable. For those of you easily offended by classic cars, don't worry. They will be left out of this chapter for the most part. Once again, I would like to thank my good friend, Mike Arram for being my editor and proof-reader on this story, as well as my other proof reader, who for the moment shall remain nameless. Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used except in the disclaimers at the beginning. This is not meant to imply that I am advocating the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually – please take precautions and protect yourself, there's a lot of shit out there that can kill you or make you wish you were dead. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged at mailto:t_macd@comcast.net. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Seven "Mikey, you have to listen to me," Paolo started. He really didn't want to lose Michael, but he knew that he had fucked up big time, and he had been caught at it. This was a situation that was totally foreign to him; he had always played everyone, but had never been caught at it until now. Now, the one time that he was caught; it had to be by someone that he actually felt himself caring for. `How am I going to fix this?' he thought. "I can't believe that you did this to me." Michael finally said. There was a good 30 seconds of silence before he continued. "Who was that guy?" he asked. "His name is Sean," Paolo told him. "I met him when I was trying to get into the bar where he works, but he spotted my ID and wouldn't let me in." "So what, you decided to fuck him to get into the bar. Is that it?" Michael asked with a newly discovered air of cynicism. "No, that isn't it at all," Paolo told him. This much at least was true. "Really baby, it was just a spur or the moment thing. It didn't mean anything to me." "It didn't mean anything to you? So did I mean anything to you?" Michael had to ask. "Of course you did baby," Paolo started, and then realized what he had said. "You still do. I don't want to lose you." Paolo felt a surge of emotion. He was startled to realize it was distress. He was actually sincere about not wanting to lose Michael. He really did like him. What perhaps he may not have realized – since self-knowledge was not his strong point – was that the distress was as much to do with a sense of being unable to control Michael, as much as fear of losing him. Michael caught what Paolo had let slip though. "Did? So you're trying to tell me that we're done? We're finished, just like that?" "No, Mikey we aren't. I'll do anything to make it up to you. You name it, anything." Any numbers of possibilities were running through Paolo's mind of things that he might do. Some of the toys that Sean had left behind in his bag even came to mind. "You'll do anything?" Michael asked. "What do you mean by anything?" "Literally dude, I will do anything. I'll even set it up so you can fuck my cousin and his friend if you want," Paolo said. He wasn't really sure that he could pull that off, but he figured he had a decent chance. And if it would square things with Michael, he was willing to give it a try. After all, what did he have to lose? "You'd do that?" Michael asked, in nearly stunned disbelief. "You'd set it up so that I could fuck both of them?" Paolo saw his opening and went for it... "Hell yeah, I can have the both of them up here, bent over and waiting to take you in a few minutes. You just say the word and it's done." Michael was truly amazed at what Paolo was offering to him. He was going to give him these two boys almost as a present to try to save their relationship, if a relationship was really what it was. This gave him a bigger insight than he really ever wanted into Paolo's true nature. It actually frightened him a little. If Paolo was willing to do this, what else would he be willing to do? Michael could only react one way, having realized this, "You really are a fucking asshole aren't you? You would offer up those two kids to try to make up with me for screwing that guy?" "No big deal to them," Paolo said, putting his foot back into his mouth without even realizing it once again. "I mean, I already had them both. They'd be willing to do it with you too I'm sure." Michael got up from the bed and walked over to the window. He looked down at the two younger boys below him. They were in the pool now playing, and sharing an occasional kiss with each other. They were obviously in love with each other, which was a conclusion he had come to a short time ago when he was talking to them. What Paolo had suggested really angered him now. "Paolo, they love each other. Are you so stupid that you can't see that?" he asked, not even expecting an answer. "And you fucked them? For Christ's sake, how old are they, twelve or thirteen? I can't believe you would do that, and to your own cousin too." Paolo was suddenly aware that things weren't going the way he expected or wanted them to. "But Michael, I told you that I would do anything – anything at all. That's the only reason I said that." Michael was getting a much clearer picture of how manipulative Paolo could be now, and he didn't like it at all. "You really are a sick bastard," Michael told Paolo. "I can't believe that I fell for your line of bullshit." A moment later Michael was leaving the house, but he did so by the pool area this time. This was so he could say a few words to Brandon and Alex on his way out. "You guys need to be really careful around Paolo," he said to them. "He's a real asshole, and he'll use you if he can get something out of it for himself." Then Michael turned and walked out the side gate. A few seconds later they heard his car leave the driveway and take off down the street. Brandon and Alex looked at each other as Michael left. Nothing was said between the two, but their looks showed that they were thinking the same thing. Paolo would use them, and they both knew that he already had. * * * Michael was upset as he drove away. He didn't like anything that had happened that day. He really didn't like it that Paolo had offered to have the two younger boys have sex with him as a means of making up. He also had the thought lingering in the back of his mind... `What else would Paolo be willing to do?' He had a horrible feeling that he might just find out. Michael really didn't know where he was going at first when he left Paolo's house, and drove aimlessly for a little while. Soon he found himself winding his way through the twisty little road that ran through Abby Park. There were several little "coves" there where the road widened out into parking areas. Michael had heard rumors that these were used by couples who wanted to make use of the park to make out. Gay couples, that is. This area of the park was also known as a cruising spot for guys that were looking to pick up other guys. "What are you doing?' he thought to himself. `You're not really out here cruising for guys are you?' He knew somehow though that he was. He soon answered his own question by parking his car in one of the coves. He peeled off his t-shirt, leaving it in the car as he walked out onto a grassy slope in just his shorts and tennis shoes. He went about fifty yards down the slope from his car where he stopped and lay down on the soft grass. He stretched his arms out and laced his fingers together behind his head and closed his eyes to sun himself. * * * Paolo lay back on his bed and covered his eyes with one arm. He'd really fucked up and he knew it. Why did Michael have to show up when he did? He had really been enjoying the sex with Michael, and he certainly wasn't ready for it to come to an end. He also wasn't used to being the one to get dumped. Rather than focusing his thoughts on something constructive however, he was thinking about what he could do to get back at Michael for leaving him like this. Somehow he didn't give a single thought to his own culpability in the situation. Paolo got up after a few moments and went to the window. He saw that Brandon and Alex were sitting side by side on the pool lounge where he had just been fucked by Sean, and were inspecting the contents of the bag Sean had left behind. As he watched, Brandon picked up the large dildo that Sean had told him was a model of his own cock, and start poking Alex in the groin with it. Their antics were pretty cute, he thought, so he grabbed his camera and zoomed in for a few pictures. Brandon reached back into the bag, and extracted a string of eight beads, each separated by a knot on a cord that was about two feet long. The beads were each about an inch and a half in diameter. "What do you figure these are used for?" he asked Alex. "I don't know, Bran," Alex replied. "Massages maybe?" They were for massages alright, but certainly not the kind that Alex was thinking about. The next toy that Brandon pulled out of the bag was similar, but was hard plastic, with graduated balls, getting larger and larger as they went up. "You think this is for massages too?" he asked. Alex suddenly got the joke that Brandon was making and said, "Yeah, I'll bet that one's for a massage for sure!" The two boys giggled a little at the joke he had made. Paolo was hoping that the two boys would use some of the toys they were looking at, but outside of the initial poking of Alex that Brandon did with the large one, there was nothing worth taking pictures of to him. They were simply looked at and then dropped back into the bag. It got even more boring for Paolo when the boys decided that they had had enough of the sun by the pool, put on their shorts and went back inside. When he got back downstairs, Paolo found the two boys sitting next to each other on the sofa watching TV. When Alex saw him he asked, "You ready to take us back to my house yet dude?" In actuality, Paolo wasn't, but he said yes anyway. The boys got all their things together and climbed back into the van for the trip back to Alex's house. The ride back was uneventful, and all the younger boys were interested in was getting something to eat, as they hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was now late afternoon. Paolo wasn't interested at the moment, so he left the money with Brandon and Alex and went upstairs to the room he was using for the weekend. Alex called and ordered a couple pizzas, and then he and Alex snuggled up on the couch to wait for them to arrive. Alex ordered enough for Paolo, figuring that the older boy would be hungry sooner or later. He figured that Paolo's lack of appetite was due to the bad time he had had with Michael. It was partly true, Paolo was still thinking about Michael, but like the `massage' beads earlier, it was nothing like what Alex was thinking. * * * Michael had dozed off as he lay on the soft grass in the warm sun. He was awakened by a young voice... "Aren't you Michael Price?" Michael lifted his head, sort of surprised, shielding his eyes a little with his arm as he woke up from his nap. "Yes," he replied. As Michael's eyes cleared, he saw the boy above him. He was blond, with his hair just a little over his ears. He had his t-shirt off and tucked into the waistband of his running shorts, although he didn't look like he'd been out for a jog. Michael ran his eyes down the boy's body and feasted his eyes on the boy's legs. They were smooth and hairless, with a nice tan, just like the boy's chest. The boy looked like he was about fourteen, and seemed familiar, but Michael couldn't place him. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Michael asked. "Yeah, I'm Bobby. Bobby Connor," the boy said shyly. "We go to the same school. I didn't know you hung out down here." "I don't," Michael said. "I just ended up here today somehow." He considered what the boy had said for a short moment and then added, "So, do you hang out here?" "I do every once in a while," Bobby told him with a sort of non-committal tone. He wasn't really sure if Michael was here by accident or the same reason he was. "So what grade are you in Bobby, Bobby Connor?" Michael asked, grinning as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Ninth," Bobby told him, and looked down at his feet, assuming that Michael was going to tell him to get lost. After all, Michael was a senior, and he had just admitted that he was a freshman, although even if he hadn't, he figured that Michael would have been able to tell. "Well Bobby, Bobby Connor, you want to sit down with me and talk for a little while?" Michael asked. The grin on Bobby's face couldn't have been bigger when the older boy asked him this. He quickly accepted Michael's invitation, and sat down next to Michael. He made sure that he sat close enough so that their legs touched, although just slightly. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer everyone), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk.