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I ended up staying with Brandon for a few days. During the day I still went to school, but didn?t tell anyone I had been thrown out of the house. And on the third night, Brandon told me he had a client coming over for a massage, and probably much more. ?You are welcome to stay here if you want, and we?ll move the table into the living room. Or you can go out and I?ll text you when I am done.?
?If it?s all the same to you, I?ll stay in my room. I have homework to do.?
Brandon tussled my hair and joked how funny it was to have a schoolboy in the house. I teased him, ?Sorry I don?t go to private school and have a cute little uniform.?
?Now that?s hot. Can you just buy one??
I got myself a snack and closed the door behind me, and started to do my homework. Brandon loaned me his computer on the promise that I wouldn?t go looking through his emails. I heard the doorbell ring, and from that point on I could not keep my mind on my history or French homework. I sat Indian style right next to the door so I could possibly hear what was going on. This was better than porn, I thought to myself. Most kids my age watch situation comedies on TV. I am listening to my whore temporary roommate fucking a John.
?What do you like?? The man sounded nervous and told him just a massage.
?Sure, why don?t you take off your clothes and if you wish you can put this towel over your bottom. Do you need to use the loo? The bathroom?? It was then I realized that Brandon was using a British accent.
?Yes, please.?
Doors opening and shutting. The last time it shut, Brandon said, ?Ah, so you opted for no towel. That?s nice. Do you mind if I took off my t-shirt? I get warm when I do a massage.? The man grunted loudly. Perhaps when he saw what Brandon packed under the t-shirt. ?I will turn on some background music. Do you prefer I stay quiet or shall we talk.?
The man sounded nervous again. ?Yes . . . uhm . . . talk. Like, I think I?d like . . . ?
?Would you like me to talk dirty, Tom??
?Uhm, yes. Thank you. I am sorry. I am very nervous.?
?Can you turn onto your stomach? I want to rub your hot ass. It?s very nice. I would love to be your lover and I would lick out your hole. Your man cunt.? . . . ?Hmmm, nice. Tight. I am going to put my middle finger in your cunt.? . . . ?And now two.?
The man was switching between grunting and purring and oohing and ahhhing. ?Like that??
?Fuck yeah.?
?Maybe we can talk about putting something else in there.?
?Like what??
?Like my nine-inch dick. Here, feel it.?
The next two hours were amazing. There was grunting, and yelling, and cursing, and final yelps probably when he came.? At one point, Brandon fucked him because they negotiated the use of a rubber.? I heard Brandon yelling, ?I?m coming. I?m coming. OH, your ass is so tight.?
Then there was quiet and then bathroom sounds.
I was jerking myself off when Brandon knocked on the door and opened it. Now it was his turn to be nervous, and mine. I stopped and covered my dick with my hands. ?Don?t worry, I?ve seen them before. Would you like some help??
I just stuttered and he walked over, pulling off his clothes. He bent over me and started licking my iron hard dick up and down and suck it. He made his tongue into a dart and ran it up and down my cock, and then my balls. I came so close to coming about five times, but he knew just when to stop.
?He showed me his engorged dick. It was a beautiful tool, about 8 inches long and 5 around. It was completely free of hair around it or on his large, heavy balls. He loved when I licked that special place between his balls and his ass. I compared it to my own in my mind?s eye. Mine was about just as long but not quite so thick. I had fur between my hole and balls, but none on my balls, just like him.
?Turn around, bitch,? he ordered menacingly.
He caressed my ass and ran his fingers up and down my crack. I was in ecstasy. And then he used his tongue in the same way. He expertly pushed his tongue in my ass, and fucked it that way. ?Oh Brandon, stop, I?m going to shoot without touching it.?
?No you?re not.? Brandon knew just when to stop stimulation so that a guy wouldn?t cum, until it was time for him to cum. He backed off and carried on and backed off, and he told me later, when the appointment was nearing an end, he knew just how to make it happen, with a hydrogen bomb-like orgasm and without feeling rushed.
He put his fingers in my ass with some lube, and pulled a large, glass dildo which he slowly put in my ass. He turned me around and pulled my legs over his back. ?Oh, no, it?s so big, oh no.?
?No? You don?t want this? Shut up and you?ll take it.? But he played with my ass with the dildo, moving it in and out so slowly that every tiny movement caused me to swoon. He leaned over and licked my hole around the dildo and then pulled it out, putting it towards my mouth. He entered my asshole with his tongue, and licked it until I was screaming. He then stroked his dick a few times and teased my crack and hole with his penis.
?Are you using . . . ?
?A condom? Yes, always. But I only lick the ass of someone I really like, never for money.?
?I am going to enter you very slowly. Don?t be scared, it will only hurt for an instant and I got you ready with my toy. Make like you are taking a shit while I go in.? I purred as he pushed his cock in me, and moved it slowly in and out. He pulled it all the way out and then pushed in again, so my sphincter would get used to it. ?I?m going to go faster. Are you OK??
?Oh, I?ve never been so OK. Fuck me hard, Brandon.? And he obeyed. I squeezed down around his cock and he began to moan. Soon, he started to threaten to cum. ?No,? I begged, but he soon was yelling loud that he was cummmmmmming.
?You didn?t really cum in my ass. You are faking it. Noone can cum as many times as you do in a day.
?I can fake it, but I didn?t this time.? He pulled out and waved the cum filled rubber. He then kissed me and gave me a blow job, taking me in to my balls and playing with my balls and my ass. He put the dildo in again. I could not control myself, though I wanted to. And soon I was cummmmmmmmming.
I fell asleep and dreamed about Brandon, and the dreams were so vivid that I thought they were real. I didn?t know where I was for a few moments after I woke. I was in Brandon?s large king size bed.
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