Chapter 13

Published: 13 Dec 2021

Brent was feeling like things were going smoothly. He hated that he could not be completely honest with his parents, but he felt they had left him no choice. He was feeling more like he had a year ago at this time. He and Devyn were friends, learning exactly how they felt for each other which is where he and Alex were in their relationship. “If only we had been given more time together,” Brent often thought when looking out his window at Devyn’s dark room.

Brent moves from looking out the window to the dresser. He looks at the pill bottle. The pills he had not taken for a few days. He had first made the connection right after Thanksgiving. He had been running behind the first morning he had forgotten to take the pill. It was that day he started getting excited looking at Darren’s physique. Then he had forgotten again because of his stress with Alex coming over for dinner as Alexis.

“The pills are causing me to be impotent,” he realized one morning when he had been about to take one of the pills. It was then that he realized that the only other time since she had originally prescribed them where he was having erections was on vacation. He had forgotten to take the medication with him and it had allowed him to be with Cody. ‘The bitch had to know the side-effects,’ he thought. It was no wonder she had started asking him about his erections. ‘Did she know I was lying?’ Brent could not decide. Did she want him to be impotent? He knew he was not going to take any of the medication the bitch prescribed.

Brent wondered if he had known it subconsciously. He had that dream where Devyn, Cody and Alex were all trying to tell him something. It had to be this. It was the pills that had removed his sex drive.

“It sounds like everything is right on track with you,” Dr Wilson said at their first appointment after the Thanksgiving holiday.

“I think so.” Brent knew he had overcome her drugging him so he would not be able to get an erection.

“Your parents seem very pleased with your progress,” she said, watching him closely. “Especially your dad.”

“He likes how I have overcome everything,” Brent said.

“How do you feel about it?” She was studying his face watching his reaction.

“I guess I feel good about it.” Brent did feel good that he had Alex in his life. He also felt good that he had his dad’s approval. He only felt bad that the approval was based on a lie.

“Your Dad seems especially pleased that you are dating these girls,” she said.

“Um, yeah,” Brent said, looking at her and trying not to look at her cleavage. He also did not like looking directly into her eyes. He would concentrate on looking slightly to the left or the right. Today he was focusing on the small earring dangling from her left ear.

She rose, moving from her chair to join Brent on the sofa. She settled herself next to him. “Your father knows what having a healthy relationship with a girl means for a boy. He was once a boy and knew you needed to be healthy both mentally and physically.”

“Um, I guess.” Brent did so not want to talk about his dad being a boy and Richard’s relationships with girls.

“I’m sure now that you have these healthy relationships, that you see how unhealthy your friendship with Devyn was.” She was watching him closely, her body was pressing against him on the sofa. “Do you see how perverted he was? Do you see how he was trying to destroy you?”

Brent knew that Devyn was one of the best things that had happened to him. He knew that Devyn had loved him. Brent knew he had been in the wrong. He should have left with Devyn that day the boy had come to his house. He should have just grabbed some clothes, his cash and left right then. They would be together now. They would be loving each other.

“Well,” Dr. Wilson prompted when Brent was silent.

“Yes, I see it clearly,” Brent said, not lying because he did see it clearly now. He saw the love he had received from Devyn and the pain trying to deny it had caused them both.

“What do you see?” she persisted, wanting Brent to be specific.

“I see exactly what Devyn was doing,” Brent said. “I know how he was trying to lead me to his way of thinking.” Brent could say that honestly. He knew Devyn had wanted him to admit that he was gay. He knew Devyn had wanted them to be together. If Brent had given in that morning and admitted he was gay and that he had loved Devyn, they would still be boyfriends. Even if Brent had not gone with Devyn, if he had just given in to his love for the other boy, Devyn would have continued to love him.

“I am glad you see it now,” she said, touching his arm. “It seems that all you needed was a push in the right direction.”

“Um, I guess.” Brent wanted her to remove her hand from his arm. Having her touching him, was making his skin crawl.

“You are still exercising I see.” Her hand slid higher on Brent’s arm. Her fingers lightly squeezing his bicep.

“Um, what?” Brent felt even more uncomfortable by her touch. He wanted to move away from her but he was already right against the arm of the couch.

“You look more filled out to me,” she said. “through your arms and chest.”

“Um, I guess,” he answered. Brent could feel his palms getting sweaty. He knew he must be turning red. He felt so strange with her talking about his physical appearance.

“You and the other boy, um, what is his name?” she asked.

“Oh, um, Darren,” Brent supplied.

“You and Darren are still working out several times a week?” she asked.

“Um, yes,” Brent said. “We hit the weight machines regularly.”

“You two, what is the term, support each other?” she said.

“Um, you mean spot?” Brent said.

“Yes, that is it,” she said and squeezing his arm at his biceps laughs. “You two spot each other?”

“Um, yes.” Brent tries to push himself into the arm of the sofa to just get any space between them. She is squeezing his bicep again and he feels knots forming in his stomach. He wants this hour of hell to come to an end.

“Such an odd term,” she said.

“Um, Darren is a great trainer,” Brent said, trying to get the focus off him. “He definitely pushes me to reach my full potential. I told him he should do it professionally. He knows all the machines and the best way to use them for maximum benefit.”

“It does seem to be paying off,” she said.

Brent can hear his heart pounding in the uncomfortable silence. He looks down and sees her shapely leg. He licks his lips as his mouth suddenly feels dry. He sees her leg move as she adjusts her position on the sofa. Her body momentarily pressed firmly against him.

“The two girls you are seeing,” she began. “Do you like both of them?”

“They are both…” Brent answers, looking at her face, with the flowing blonde hair framing it. “Each of them has unique qualities.”

“You find them both attractive?” she asked.

“Um, yes,” Brent said. He can feel sweat beginning to run down the small of his back. He wonders just how warm it is in this office.

“You are sexually attracted to both of them?” she asked as she was leaning in closer for his answer.

“I, um, yes,” Brent said.

“Which one have you had intercourse with?” she asked.

“Neither,” Brent answered, stunned by the question.

“Oh, now Brent,” she said as her hand grips his arm. “Be honest with me. You are almost 16 years old. I am sure you are sexually active with one of them.”

“No,” Brent said. He is not going to tell her about his sex life. That is between him and Alex.

“Maybe you are having oral sex?” she persists.

“No,” Brent said again.

“Oral sex is natural at your age,” she tells him. “Many girls find it better to perform oral sex on their boyfriends and save their virginity for marriage.”

Brent glances at the clock hoping that their time is almost up. But it looks as if time is standing still.

“Maybe you are having trouble performing?” she asked

“NO!” Brent almost shouts. Then he takes a deep breath. “no, I do not have a problem.

“It happens to every man,” she said. “It is quite natural.” She places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Then moves it to rub his back. “It is nothing to be embarrassed about. When was your last erection?”

Brent felt his face blush. He knew now that he had been right. She expected him to be impotent. He wondered if she got off on knowing that he was not able to get an erection. “You fucking bitch,” he thought.

“We can work on it together Brent,” she said as her hand was sliding up and down his back. “I am sure that together we can overcome this problem.”

Brent can feel his stomach flipping over. He feels as if he might be sick. “Really,” Brent begins after taking a deep breath. “I am fine. I don’t have a problem with that.”

“Really?” she said, her hand pausing on his back.

“I had an erection this morning,” Brent said. It had been true. He had been having another dream. This time it had been him and Alex swimming. They were at a pool and there was no one else there.

“I’m glad we could get away together again,” Alex said, floating only inches from Brent.

“Me too,” Brent said looking into Alex’s rich brown eyes.

“Between my work, school and your crazy schedule we don’t get to see nearly enough of each other.”

“I agree with that,” Brent said.

Alex moves closer and, in a moment, has pulled Brent’s wet body against his. “We don’t get to do enough of this either.” Alex’s mouth covers Brent’s. Alex’s tongue sliding along Brent’s lips until they part, allowing Alex inside.

Wrapping his arms around Alex, Brent holds the other boy tight. Their wet bodies were rubbing against each other as their tongues battled together. Alex is sliding his hands down Brent’s back. He slides them into the boy’s trunks and cups the hairless buns in his hands.

“I definitely like the feeling of that hard cock of yours pressing against me,” Alex said. “I’m glad you got it working.”

“It works just fine with your sexy body around,” Brent said.

“Then let’s get rid of these trunks and see just how good it works,” Alex says and pushes the trunks down Brent’s legs.

“Then we got to get rid of yours too,” Brent said, pulling down Alex’s trunks.

Alex pulls Brent in for another kiss. Their two wet naked bodies rubbing together. Alex’s erect cock pressing against Brent’s erection.

“You are so hard,” Alex said with his hand wrapped around Brent’s erection. Alex’s fist was slowly stroking Brent.

“You are rock hard yourself,” Brent said with his hand similarly stroking Alex’s cock.

“With a sexy guy like you around, I would not be anything but hard,” Alex said, still stroking Brent’s erection under the surface of the water.

Before Brent knew it, he was sitting beside the pool. His bare ass was on the cool tile. Alex was still swimming in the water. He smiled at the naked blonde boy sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. Alex swam over and between Brent’s legs. Alex’s hand wrapped around Brent’s erection. “Time to see just what this thing tastes like,” he said.

Brent gasps as Alex licks the head of his cock. Alex’s hand is stroking him and his tongue is teasing the sensitive head. Brent can feel Alex swallowing him down to the base. Alex’s nose is in Brent’s wet, blonde pubes.

“Oh,” Brent moans as he is sliding his fingers through Alex’s wet brown hair. “That feels so good.”

“You taste so good,” Alex says, looking up at Brent from between the boy’s legs. Alex’s mouth quickly re-engulfs the boy’s turgid member. Alex’s tongue is swirling around the sensitive head of Brent’s teenage cock, his lips sliding up and down the shaft and stroking the boy closer and closer to climax.

“Oh Alex,” Brent moans, with his head back and his eyes closed. He was enjoying the pleasure that Alex’s mouth was giving his teenage cock.

“You taste so good,” Alex said, pulling off Brent for only a moment. Alex soon has the blonde’s erection down his throat again, his fingers tenderly massaging Brent’s smooth, wet balls.

“Oh wow,” Brent moans again. He can feel Alex’s wet tongue swirling around his head. He can feel Alex’s lips stroking, him as the older boy bobs up and down on Brent’s cock. Brent can feel his balls pulling up. He can feel the load getting ready to explode from his cock. “Alex I’m going to cum,” he said.

“Give it to me Brent,” Alex said, still stroking Brent. “Give me that load.” Alex’s head is back down and sucking Brent again.

Brent had awoken then with his underwear wet with a nocturnal emission. His heart was racing and his chest was heaving. The dream had been so real. All the sexual desire that had been blocked by Dr. Wilson’s drug was surfacing.

Brent met her gaze briefly before looking away. He knew that she had to know what the side effects were of the medication she had prescribed. She had to know, didn’t she? “Yes, everything physically is fine,” Brent said, hoping she would remove her hand.

“You have made great progress,” she said.

Brent was happy that the session was finally coming to an end. He kept hoping that each appointment would be the last one but she never was willing to let him go.

“You know Dr. Wilson says I’m doing great,” he told his parents on the ride home. “Maybe we could stop going to these appointments?”

“We will bring that up during the next appointment,” Richard said. “I think maybe it is time to stop seeing her or at least see her less often.”

“Thanks dad,” Brent said.

Brent cannot believe how well everything is going. He has Cassie to help keep his parents off his back and then there is Alexis. His parents never did figure out that Alexis was really Alex. Alex had done such a good job fooling them that he should have won an Oscar for his acting.

Brent was looking forward to the winter break. He would have more time to spend with Alex. Cassie was going on a ski trip so he would not have to date her. He could focus on seeing Alex. He wondered if they would find the time to fulfill the fantasies that kept running through Brent’s mind.

“My parents are having a holiday party,” Alex said. “I would like you to come.”

“You would?” Brent said surprised.

“Of course,” Alex said. They had just left the theater and were walking through the park. The ground was covered in snow and there were Christmas lights twinkling around the park. “They know I’m gay,” Alex said. “I want them to meet my boyfriend.”

“Um, I guess,” Brent said. His breath was making a white fog as he spoke.

“Maybe we will find time to have some alone time,” Alex said.

“I would like that,” Brent said. The two kissed there in the park under the twinkling lights.

“Maybe you could even just spend the night,” Alex said, kissing Brent’s lips one last time before the two started walking again.

“No,” Brent said and let out a sigh. “I could not get away with that.”

“Maybe if Alexis asked your dad,” Alex said.

“Oh,” Brent said grinning at the thought. “Alexis is going to ask my dad if I can spend the night with her?”

“Sure,” Alex said. “I bet he would say yes.” Alex pitched his voice higher into his Alexis tone. “Oh Mr. Watson,” he said. “Oh, call you Richard. I would be happy to do that. I was just wondering if Brent would be able to spend the night with me. I need his hot body to keep me warm on these cold winter nights and I have an itch that only he can scratch.”

Brent could not stop the laughter. “You are insane,” he said.

“Oh, but you love me,” Alex said smiling. He loved hearing Brent laugh. Alex did not believe Brent did enough laughing.

“I’m sure my dad would freak,” Brent said.

“Oh, then I should say that I want to suck his son’s hot cock or have that hot wet cock deep inside me.”

“Definitely not,” Brent said. “Way too inappropriate.”

“But I do want that,” Alex said. “Or this.” Reaching behind Brent Alex gives Brent’s ass a squeeze.

“Me too,” Brent said wistfully.

Brent was nervous about meeting Alex’s parents. He had some idea how Alex must have felt meeting Brent’s parents. “At least I won’t have to dress in drag,” Brent thought as he dressed.

Brent practically ran to Alex’s car. He did not want to give his parents a chance to see Alex out of his Alexis costume. Alex had not wanted to go through the trouble of turning himself into Alexis just to pick Brent up.

“Hi,” Brent said, sliding into the car and quickly closing the door.

“Hi,” Alex said, speeding away from the curb to help prevent Brent’s parents from seeing more than they needed.

“Are you nervous?” Alex asked.

“A little,” Brent said. “Am I that obvious?”

“You are a little fidgety,” Alex said. “Just relax. They will love you.”

Wow,” Brent said as they pulled through the gates and up to the large house. “This is your parents’ house?”

“Yeah,” Alex said.

Brent studied the house. It was three stories with large columns in front. There were holiday lights up and down the driveway. Brent noticed a Christmas tree on each side of the front door. He wondered just how high up in the social chain Alex’s family was.

“I didn’t know you were, um, so.” Brent’s voice trailed off. He did not know how to finish the sentence without sounding stupid.

“Rich,” Alex said.

“Well you work at the theater,” Brent said.

“Oh, we don’t get anything handed to us,” Alex said. “We have to work. It is supposed to build character or some bullshit.”

“Um, you don’t like working?” Brent asked.

“Oh, working is fine,” Alex said. “It probably does build character. I just think my parents take it a little far.”

Alex drove around to the back of the house and parked next to another ordinary looking car. His parents might have money but they did not seem to spend it on expensive cars.

Brent slid from the car and met Alex at the back of the car. “Come on and relax,” Alex said, seeing how nervous Brent was. “Trust me, they will love you.” Stopping just outside the door Alex pulls Brent closer and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. Alex then takes Brent’s hand and pulls him into the house.

“Hi Mr. Alex,” a dark-haired lady said as soon as they entered the kitchen.

“Hi Lita,” Alex said. “Lita is the best cook,” Alex told Brent. “My mom would burn water without her. This is my boyfriend Brent.”

“Hi,” Brent said.

“It is nice to meet you,” Lita said. “Mr. Alex has told me a lot about you.”

Brent looked at Alex. “It is all good,” Alex said. “I told her how you were after my money and my body.”

“Shame on you,” Lita said. “He told me how sweet you are.”

“He likes to tease me,” Brent said.

“I like making you smile,” Alex corrected. “Are my parents down yet?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Come on then,” Alex said. “Let’s get this over with before you have a stroke.”

“Be nice to him,” Leata said as they were leaving the room.

Brent marveled at the elaborate house. Every room seemed to be decorated for the holidays. Every surface was polished and glistened in the holiday lights that seemed to be strung throughout the house. “My mom loves the holidays,” Alex said.

“There you are Alex,” a lady said as they entered the extravagant living room.

“Hi Mom,” he said, pulling Brent with him. “I want you to meet someone.”

Brent could not remember when he had been this nervous. He could feel his palms sweating and Alex was still holding one of his hands.

“This is my boyfriend Brent,” Alex said. “Brent, this is my Mom.”

“It is nice to meet you,” Brent said.

“You too,” she said. “Alex has spoken of you often. That is when he comes home for more than just a few minutes.”

“Between school, working and Brent,” Alex said, “I keep busy.”

“We would like to see more of you,” she said.

“I agree,” a man said, stepping up to join them.

The man was an inch or so taller than Alex but the face, the eyes and the hair were the same. It could not be anyone but Alex’s dad.

“This is Alex’s boyfriend, Brent,” Alex’s mom said.

“Nice to meet you son,” he said.

“You too,” Brent said.

Brent found Alex’s parents to be friendly and remarkably interesting. Brent could feel himself finally starting to relax. Alex seemed to know who everyone was. Some were his friends and some were his parent’s friends. “Dad invites a lot of business associates,” Alex told Brent. “He likes showing off his family.”

“He has a good-looking family,” Brent said. “Especially his son.”

Alex had no hesitation at introducing Brent as his boyfriend. It appeared that Alex was totally comfortable with his orientation and so was his family.

“It is hard for me to adjust to you being so, um, open about us,” Brent said. “You know how hard I work at covering it up.”

“My family has always been fine with me,” Alex said. “I never felt the need to hide it. I’m sure they would rather have a straight son but…”

“That is not true,” Alex’s mother said, as she had overheard the last part of the conversation. “I love you as you are. All we want is for you to be healthy and happy.”

“Thanks Mom,” Alex said, and leaning in he kissed her cheek.

“You two make a very attractive couple,” she adds. “You know I think maybe I should have you two model my new line of clothes.”

“Mom designs a little bit,” Alex explained.

“Just a niche market of upscale clothes,” she said. “I only use recycled material when designing my products.”

“It is a line of accessories,” Alex said. “Shoes, belts, watch bands and wallets. You know that sort of stuff.”

“It sounds cool,” Brent said.

“I think with you two showing off the products,” she said, “we could pull in a younger demographic. Maybe even the gay demographic.”

“My sister would flip if I was modeling and she wasn’t,” Alex said.

“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Brent said.

“Yeah,” Alex said. “She’s a couple years younger. She will be here sometime and you can meet her. She is going to be so jealous that my boyfriend is better looking than hers.”

“You are crazy,” Brent said.

“That is why you like me,” Alex said, taking Brent by the hand, leads him from the living room.

“Where are we going?” Brent asked.

“Outside,” Alex answers. “It’s a beautiful night and you should really see the lights.”

“Sounds like fun,” Brent said, pulling on his coat.

“I’m glad your parents are letting you stay out a little later tonight,” Alex said as they were walking across the estate. “We do not get to spend enough time together.

“I like that too,” Brent said.

Alex stopped by one of the holiday lights displays that were scattered around the estate. This one happened to be a family of snowmen. He turned and pulled Brent in and kissed him. His lips found Brent’s, his tongue entering Brent’s mouth. “Mmm,” Alex said. “You do like me.”

“I do,” Brent said, kissing Alex’s lips.

“Come on,” Alex said, holding Brent’s hand and pulling him towards the house. “Let’s say our goodbyes to my parents and go upstairs. There is something I want to show you.”

“Your room?” Brent said.

“Yeah,” Alex said, wiggling his eyebrows. “I want some alone time with you.”

They made their way through the party guests and then upstairs. “Come on, I want to show you the music room. It is on the third floor.”

“The music room?” Brent asked. “I thought you wanted to take me to your room.”

“It is what we call it,” Alex said. “It has some instruments and the acoustics are great. But don’t worry, we will get to my room.”

Brent let Alex pull him up the two flights of stairs. He was pulled into a room at the end of the hall. Alex flipped on the lights and Brent could see why it was referred to as the music room. There were more than just a few musical instruments. There were horns, drums, guitars, a piano and other instruments.

“Come on,” Alex said, pulling Brent to the couch. Brent was pushed down onto the couch, his back to the door.

Alex stripped off the coat and gloves that he had been wearing and dropped them onto a chair. “Get comfortable.”

Brent pulled off his coat and sat watching Alex move around the room. He picked up a guitar and moved back. To sit in front of Brent.

“I didn’t know you played,” Brent said, watching Alex tuning the instrument.

“I do a little,” he said. “My family doesn’t buy each other stuff for gifts. We always make our own. My parents feel that it means more that way. So, I um, wrote this for you.” Alex began to play then.

Brent could not believe it. It was the first time he had seen Alex blush. The guy looked damn cute. “That’s awesome man,” Brent said, getting a warm feeling in his stomach as Alex stared into Brent’s eyes.

“I’m still working on it a little,” Alex said. Then he began to sing the lyrics.

Brent listened mesmerized. He could not believe that this guy had written a song for him. He did not think he had ever heard of something so sweet. The lyrics were a little corny but the heart was there.

“You are too much,” Brent said when Alex had finished.

“Do you like it?” Alex asked.

“I love it,” Brent said. He moved off the couch to Alex and kissed him. “You are awesome.”

“Sit back down,” Alex said. “I have another one to play.”

Brent listened as Alex played. Alex finished and then moved to the couch beside Brent. He touched Brent’s face. Leaning in, he kissed Brent’s warm lips. “I have never felt quite like this before,” Alex said.

“Me either,” Brent said. It was true that while Brent had had strong feelings for Cody, it was not what he felt for Alex. Brent’s feelings for Devyn were just as strong but it was also different. With Devyn they had been learning together but with Alex the learning was over and it was more intense somehow. Brent was not sure he could describe it or put it into words.

Leaning in, Alex kisses Brent again. Brent leans back, pulling Alex down on top of him. Alex places the guitar beside the couch on the floor. He returns the kiss with all the passion that has been building in him over the past couple of months.

Alex nibbles on Brent’s ear. He is kissing the boy’s neck. Brent’s fingers are sliding through Alex’s thick brown hair. Alex is sliding his hands under Brent’s shirt. He is pushing it up higher and higher and soon has exposed the blonde’s smooth chest. He kisses the valley between Brent’s two pectoral muscles then he kisses each of Brent’s pink nipples. His tongue moves around them, licking the pink areolas.

“You really have been working out,” Alex says, kissing Brent’s smooth chest. Alex then nibbles on one of Brent’s erect nipples.

“Oh,” Brent moans. Soon Alex has Brent’s shirt off and it drops to the floor on top of the guitar.

Alex’s fingers are working on Brent’s pants and he soon has them open. Alex is massaging the bulge of the teenager’s basket. He kisses Brent again.

Reaching out Brent is grasping the hem of Alex’s shirt. He pulls it up and over Alex’s head. He drops it down onto the floor next to the sofa. Alex is atop Brent. Their two bare chests pressed together. Their tongues battling as they kiss. Brent’s hands are sliding over the skin of Alex’s back. He holds the older boy tight as they kiss.

“I want you so bad,” Alex whispers into Brent’s ear.

“What if someone comes in,” Brent breathes.

“No one will come up here,” Alex said. He is kissing his way down Brent’s body. Alex’s lips are moving over the smooth skin of Brent’s chest down to the flat belly. “We are fine here.” Alex lowers the front of Brent’s pants exposing the golden curls of Brent’s pubic patch.

Brent knows he should make Alex stop. He knows that they should not be doing this here but he wants it. Brent wants Alex almost more than he has wanted anything. It feels so right with Alex. It reminds Brent of how it felt that time with Devyn. He wants to feel every inch of Alex’s body. He wants to taste him.

“Lita said she heard you playing up here,” a voice said from the doorway. The two had been so involved they had not heard the door open.

“Shit,” Alex said looking over the back of the couch. “Get out.”

“We want to hear you play,” she said. Alex’s shirt is off as the newcomers walk into the room.

Looking down at Brent, Alex can see the horror in Brent’s face. The boy looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “It is alright,” Alex said. “It’s just my sister.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, as she was finally able to see what was happening on the couch. “I didn’t realize you, um, were involved.”

“What the fuck!” her male companion said.

Brent knows that voice. He knows it too well. “No,” he breathes.

“What the fuck,” Darren said. “What the fuck.”

“It isn’t,” Brent begins but does not know how to explain this. His shirt is on the floor. His erection is out the front of his pants.

“I’m sorry,” Jenny said.

“it’s alright,” Alex tells Brent. “It’s just my sister.”

“What the fuck,” Darren said. “What the fuck. Your brother’s a fag?” Darren said, turning to Jenny.

“Shut up,” she snaps at Darren.

Brent is trying to keep behind Alex but Alex moves, exposing Brent. “Dude you better just get the fuck out of here,” Alex said. His whole body is tense as he stares down Darren.

Darren’s gaze moves from Alex to Brent. He finally realizes who was under Alex on the couch.

“You’re a fucking fag,” Darrin says. He is looking straight at Brent. “I don’t believe it,” Darren says.

“I, um, No, I,” Brent stammers. He wants to try and explain this away but he knows there is no way to do that. He and Alex are both shirtless, Brent has his cock jutting out of his pants and Alex and he had been making out when the two had stepped into the room. “it isn’t…”

“Get the fuck out,” Alex said stepping towards Darren. “Get him the fuck out of here,” Alex said looking at Jenny.

“Darren stop,” Jenny started to say.

“You fucking touched me,” Darren yells. “You fucking showered with me.” He is looking directly at Brent. “Were you getting off on me every time at the gym. Were you fucking getting your rocks off?”

Brent is trying to close his pants as he is trying to think of how to explain the situation to Darrin. “It isn’t,” Brent starts but is cut off by Darren’s angry words.

“You shut the fuck up,” Darren barked.

“You can’t talk to him like that,” Alex shouts. “This is my house.”

“Darren let’s go,” Jenny said, grabbing his arm.

Darren easily shakes Jenny off. He steps closer to Alex and Brent. Brent is madly pushing his equipment back into his pants. Alex is standing confronting Darren. “Get the fuck out of my house,” Alex snarls. “Get your fucking Neanderthal ass out of here.”

Darren knocks Alex aside and he glares at Brent. “You fucking fag,” he yells.

“No Darren,” Brent said. “It isn’t like that. I’m not like that.”

“What just getting a fucking blow job from a dude?” Darren said. “What the fuck, your fucking queer.”

Brent stands up facing Darren. His shirt is still on the floor next to the guitar that Alex was playing only a moment ago.

Alex steps between Darren and Brent. He puts his hands-on Darren’s powerful chest and pushes the boy back. “You need to just go,” Alex said.

“Fuck you faggot,” Darren said punching Alex.

“No,” Brent yells as Alex drops.

“Stop!” Jenny yells.

Brent does not know what he is doing but he jumps up slamming his full weight into Darren. He feels Darren knock him aside. Then he feels the other blow. Brent goes down under the blows from Darren. Brent can feel blow after blow landing as Darrin pommels him. The last thing he hears is Jenny screaming.

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