Morning came too soon. I didn’t want this night to end, but as the sun shone through the window my normal instincts to wake up were initiated. I turned to find Brandon also beginning to awake. I put my arm around him and kissed him. It was almost like Sleeping Beauty, because as I softly pressed my lips to his, he awoke.
“Ummmmm,” is all I could distinguish.
“Good morning my love,” I whispered. “Time to get up, Bran.”
“As if I’m not UP,” he said as he guided my hand to his cock. I could feel the hard flesh with his morning hard-on fully erect. It was a wonderful feeling; one that I was hoping was present.
He took his arm, placed it around my chest and pulled me toward him. He kissed me, gently at first, but his tongue began to break my lips. I was a little hesitant because of the morning breath that I knew I had. But he did not seem to mind. NOR did I. It actually was part of this boy that I loved so deeply. We explored each other this first morning like it was again, the first time. As he kissed me, my hand was rubbing his cock and to my surprise it seemed to be getting even harder.
He began caressing me as his hand roamed around my back. He moved it up and down rubbing softly. He made his way to my hip and then to my shorts, which I kept on, because I was too tired to take them off as I slipped into bed with him the previous evening.
“Oh, shy I see!” he murmured.
With that, he put his thumb in the elastic band and glided his hand down to my cock. It felt so good, first thing in the morning, to have someone other than myself touch my cock in that condition. It sent shivers up and down my spine.
We lay there playing with each other. We weren’t lusting after one another. We just wanted to feel the pleasures of touching and experience the joys of our youth. Neither of us appeared to want to make the other cum. The pleasure of my hand rolling his balls, softly stroking his cock, rolling the head of it in my thumb and first finger were pleasure enough. Brandon seemed to feel the same.
“Wanna have sex?” Brandon said, finally breaking the silence.
What a question! We both knew the answer to it, but I think he wanted to ask before plunging into anything. He was so polite.
“Do you really need to ask?” was my attempt at a clever reply.
With that, Bran slowly began to lick my nipple. He swirled his tongue around it while rubbing my cock quicker and harder. He took a little bite and I jumped. My nipples are very sensitive and I had normally never enjoyed them being played with. However, this was different. It was sensual and exciting to me.
He began to kiss my chest, down to my stomach and then began licking my pubic hair. Brandon made my head go back with that and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the next area that he was going to caress with his tongue and mouth. It didn’t take long till he did. As he kissed and licked my groin area, he lowered my shorts. My cock shot up to my stomach as if released from a cannon.
With that presented to him in such a fashion, he began licking the frenulum (the ‘v’ shaped area on the underside of the head of the penis) and it drove me out of my mind. I never wanted him to stop, but I knew if he kept it up much longer, I’d shoot my load in a matter of seconds. I reached down and pulled his head off. I knew then he could read my mind because he just looked up and smiled and took my entire cock into his mouth. His tongue, glued to the underside of my hard tool glided deeply into his throat. He kept licking with his tongue as he sucked with steady pressure.
As if we had been lovers for years, I turned slowly as he kept my cock in his mouth. I was now face to face with his hard cock waiting for my attention. I licked his balls which were hairless and very smooth. I took each one into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue and lips. He moaned (as I was I am sure) with delight. I moved to the other and repeated my actions. Then, I moved to the head of his gorgeous instrument and took it into MY mouth. It felt SOOOOOOOO normal as if we were meant to be like this from the day we were born.
It didn’t take long before both of us were working each other into a frenzy. My hips were beginning to move and my cock was sliding in and out of Brandon’s mouth. He copied my actions to a tee. We kept a rhythm that we both found and enjoyed — not too fast and not too slow. My mind kept flashing back to the previous day in the weight room where I first saw Brandon’s manhood. Now, less than 24 hours later, I had him deep in my throat and even deeper in my heart.
Suddenly, the motions of each of us became more intense. Our cocks were thrusting deep into each other and it was evident that the time had come — or is that cum? I could feel the sperm boiling in my balls anxiously awaiting their release. I could tell that Bran, too, had arrived at that point. I could feel his testicles that were nuzzled under my nose, rise in preparation of an enormous explosion. It made me feel like I was doing something right to bring him to this point.
We both let out our man-juices simultaneously. I drank him down with fervor. The taste of his cum was the most pleasant and pleasing flavor I had ever had. The taste buds on my tongue couldn’t get enough of this gusto spewing across them as his cum made its way down my throat. I was sucking so hard not wanting to waste one drop.
Brandon, too, seemed that he had the same reaction. I could feel every drop of my jissm flowing with great force into him. He was lapping every droplet of it as a cat cleans a bowl of milk. The sensation going through my entire body was something that I had never experienced. My toes tingled, my legs tensed up and my balls felt as if they had released a burden buried for years. I knew I loved this boy, but at that precise moment the eroticism was taking over my mind.
Brandon and I both released each other and lay back — my feet by his head and vice-versa — exhausted. I lay my hand on his now shrinking dick just wanting to feel him. He followed, doing the same. Our breathing became slower now as we were recuperating from our morning “hello.”
I raised my head and looked up at him. “Thanks, my love. That is just what I needed to start my day.”
“Oh, hunny, me too. Can we talk?” he asked.
I rose up on my elbow and shook my head yes. “And, what shall we talk about?” I asked with a bit of sarcasm.
“Bob, let me say this, ok?” he said. My heart sank. I thought this was a good-bye from the way he was talking.
“Don’t worry,” he immediately said as he knew the look of trepidation on my face. “This is not a brush off, believe me. I could never do that. I think I love you and don’t want to loose you.”
I was relieved. He was making me feel at ease like no one had ever done. Brandon was looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes deep into my soul.
“Don’t interrupt, ok?” I shook my head yes. “I don’t know if you know this, but you are the first guy I have ever had sex with. When we met the first day of practice, I couldn’t believe the feelings that were building inside me. I have always been interested in guys. Girls do NOTHING for me, never have.”
I lay there resting on my forearm soaking in every work that this wonder was saying. I could feel myself getting excited and tried very hard to not to let it get HARD again. I could tell he was looking at me and seeing the rising reaction as he smiled this really shit-eating grin.
“You talked to me like I was an equal, not a sophomore. That was the first thing that drew me to you, but your smile as we worked on techniques really made me like you. It is so radiant, did you know that?”
I blushed. I could feel my face getting red.
“I didn’t know after that if you’d even talk to me. I wanted many times to go to your room and ask you to go for a coke or something, but I didn’t want to appear too forward,” he said with a grin. “I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, so when Coach D talked to us and asked us who we wanted to work with in the weight room from varsity, I knew I wanted you.”
During this I was gazing into his eyes. He had this ‘matter-of-fact’ look that was scaring me a bit. I didn’t know where he was leading, but I knew that he was trying to set the stage for something. He was more focused than I had seen him in the last day, except of course when we were having sex. I also knew that he cared for me. The tone of his voice showed that to me. It was gentle, yet firm.
“Yesterday, when I saw you passing the shower I wanted to flaunt myself in front of you, but didn’t know if you were into guys or not. So, I put on my towel, but did notice your eyes scanning the hard-on that I had. When we went to your locker you turned from me. I thought then that you weren’t interested, but when I saw you looking at me as we worked out, I knew then that I had a chance. I couldn’t help keeping you on the bench and kissing you. You were so cute laying there.”
” What we have shared this past day has been the greatest time of my life. I have NEVER played with another guy’s cock, much less let someone fuck me. I truly want you to be with me as long as we can.”
With that, he put his head down. I saw a little tear in the corner of his eye. Without saying anything, I lifted his head and looked him directly in the eye. I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. Not a sexual kiss, but a kiss of friendship and love. I pulled him close to me hoping he would realize that I too wanted him with me forever.
“Brandon,” I said solemnly. “You have said a lot that I feel as well. I didn’t know what would happen, but I am so glad that we found each other.”
He smiled and I knew that is what he wanted to hear. He rose up onto his knees and pushed me backward planting his lips on mine. We kissed for a long time and suddenly he jumped off the bed.
“Damn! Look at the time. We have to get to class.”
I wasn’t aware of it, but it was almost 7:00 and he was indeed right. Classes started at 8:00 and we both needed to shower. Boy, did we need to shower. We both were still sticky from the passion that we had shared. All of a sudden I realized that my clothes, towels, and everything were in my room with Dave, Tom and Jon.
“Hey, I’ll get my stuff and meet you in the shower,” I said as I made my way to the door.
I opened the door to my room (luckily I did have my key as I had told Tom that I would) and walked in. Dave and Tom were finishing getting dressed while Jon was still asleep on my bed. I said hi and hurriedly got my clothes and my towel. I was out of the door in a few seconds and heading toward the shower room.
I got to the bathroom, relieved myself and headed for the showers. Brandon was already there shampooing his hair. This time in the shower I got to see all of him. Even though I had shared him all night, this was still exciting. A couple of others were there, too, drying off. I knew that this would be like any other shower I’d taken here at school. I really would have enjoyed sharing the shower with just Bran, but that was not going to be possible.
We cleaned ourselves off and headed toward his room with just our towels wrapped around our bodies. We joked and talked down the hallway as if nothing had gone on between us. We both knew differently, but all the guys in the dorm had no idea, except two — my roommates.
Dave was coming out of our room heading to brush his teeth. His eyes caught mine and a glimmer in them told me he knew that my night was filled with love and passion. I smiled at him as he started to walk by the two of us. Brandon grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Thanks, Dave,” is all I heard. I wondered what that was about, but we were to rushed for me to ask.
We hurriedly dressed and ran out of the dorm to grab a quick breakfast. The food at school was typical institution food, but edible. We both gobbled it down and made our way to classes. We knew we wouldn’t see each other till practice as our classes were on opposite ends of the campus and lunches were different times. We looked at each other and didn’t have to say a word. We knew what we each were thinking. We telepathically gave our love to each other and headed off to class.
Dave and I met for lunch like we normally did. He didn’t ask anything about the happenings of the previous night, but I could see he wanted to know each detail. I didn’t know for sure, but I had a feeling that Dave was really interested in Brandon’s and my relationship.
As we were finishing lunch, Jon came into the dining room. He waved and came over to the table. He was 20 years old and quite good looking. He was built just like Tom, stocky and muscular. He was the captain of the football team his Senior year when CBS won the conference championship. He was going to college in Minnesota but decided not to play football but concentrate on his studies. He was a pre-med major, obviously very smart.
“So, what’s up guys?” he said with a huge smile on his face. “Bob, thanks for your bed. I slept great.”
“And snored even louder than Bob,” added Dave. We all laughed. I guess I did snore, but it certainly didn’t seem to bother Brandon last night.
“So, practice at 3:00, right?” Jon asked. Dave and I both shook our head yes and began to get up to leave. “I’ll see you guys there cause I want to give Coach some pointers,” he said matter-of-factly. “See ya there.”
With that Dave and I headed to class. My last class of the day was sociology — MARRIAGE & FAMILY. As I entered class I had to laugh to myself. For the first time, I felt that this class would be very beneficial to me.
As the class dragged on, Mr. Thompson was lecturing as he usually did. I never paid much attention, but the topic today was the importance that sex played in a marriage. I began to think about Brandon and me. If we were “husband and wife” would sex be the “stumbling block” that Mr. T was talking about? I knew the answer and realized it would be NO problem for sure.
The bell rang and it was time to get to practice. I ran most of the way to the locker rooms, as it was across campus. Besides, I knew that I would get to finally see Brandon after the long day of classes.
I walked into the locker room and a number of the guys were getting ready for practice. I glanced, as I did every day, to see if I could catch a glimpse of some naked boys. I did, but this time it didn’t seem as exciting as it had the day before. Although there were some good looking guys with nice equipment, I now had someone that I cared about more than sex itself.
I went to my locker. As I opened the door, a folded piece of notebook paper fell to the floor. I picked it up and was going to toss it into the garbage thinking I had left it the night before. As I began to crumple it, I decided I’d better see what it was in case I needed it for class. As I read, I began to get tears in my eyes.
My love, I want to thank you for last night. It was the most wonderful night of my life. Having you next to me, holding me made me realize that I was with someone who was loving me and genuinely cared about ME. I want you to share your time with me. Please think about this, please? Since Keith isn’t coming back to school next semester, I don’t have a roommate. There is NO ONE that I can think of other than you that I would like to share my room with. Would you consider moving in? I’m sure we can have Dean Huizenga approve this now. I know that you are good friends with Tom and Dave, but I also know that they wouldn’t mind you moving out, especially now. Don’t answer, but think about it. I hope you can stay tonight, my love. PLEASE!!!
Brandon was asking me to move in with him. He was telling me that he wants to spend time with me, forever… well as long as forever is when you’re 16. Oh, how I felt at that moment. Yes, I thought to myself, YES!! I want to stay with him and this is a perfect opportunity, while he has no assigned roommate. My heart felt the caring and my cock felt the excitement of the moment. I folded the note, put it in my pocket and continued to get ready for practice.
We all made our way into the “chalk-talk” room for our daily prep session. As I walked in, I saw Brandon and Jerry talking to the coach. Damn! I had forgotten totally about what Tom said last night. Jerry and Brandon were going to practice with us and play against Oskie on Friday night. Wow! “This is going to be one great practice,” I thought to myself.
I looked over at Brandon listening attentively to Coach Marsh, our defensive coach. He had a big smile on his face, as did Jerry. They were both trying to hide their excitement, but to no avail. I walked over to Tom who was tying his shoes. I tapped him on the arm, pointed at the trio in front and gave a thumbs up to him. He smiled and did the same.
Coach Marsh blew his whistle. We all knew that meant to sit down, shut up and pay attention. Like the soldiers we were, we all obeyed.
“Okay, guys. This is a big, big week here at Central,” he began. “Oskie is going to be tough, but we can get em. As you see, Brandon and Jerry will be joining us for this game, and probably the rest of the season. Alumni weekend is a big fuckin deal to the alumni, but just a game to us, right?” he asked waiting for a reply.
We all yelled in unison, “YES!”
“Well, Andersen, you and Sickema will have to shore up the middle, as Marshall is hurt. Hope you two can get together and make things work. AND, Bob, make sure that you and he communicate, a lot,” he added.
Brandon and I looked at each other across the room and smiled. “Yes, Coach, we will,” is all I could answer, but there were at least four in the room that knew that that wouldn’t be a problem. Tom slugged me and gave me a big smile of approval.
“Marshall,” he said to Tom, “You and Wesely will make sure that Andersen and Sickema don’t have to make many tackles, got it?” Tom shook his head and waved at Jerry at that point.
Jerry was as big as Tom, but not as strong. He did, however, have the right moves for a defensive tackle, but coach went on to say that we would be playing a five-man line this week, rather than the four-man that we had been all season. That meant that Tom would play nose, which I loved, because he could really control the middle.
“Now, gentlemen,” coach continued. “It is time to get out there and get used to each other. We have two practices to get ready for Oskie. And, we will get ready, right?”
“Yes!” we all retorted and began to run for the door.
This was going to be ONE great game for all of us, I had the feeling. For Brandon and me, it would be the first game together (well, other than the games we had played last night). As Tom and I headed toward the field, Brandon ran along side. His eyes were searching deep for the words that I was about to say.
As I was putting on my helmet, I turned to him and said one word. “Yes!”
I knew that is what he was waiting for. He gave me that big, gorgeous smile of his, put on his helmet and ran ahead, as coach was calling for him and Jerry to work with him for a while. Tom looked at me and as if he knew what I meant said, “Wise choice, Bob. Go for it.”
NEXT: The Big Game, Part 2