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Readers Note: The events taking place in this chapter of Brent's Struggle correspond to the time frame of Devyn's trip with Sam.

Brent's Struggle Chapter 35

"So how did it go?" Brent was stretched out on his bed talking to Steven. Brent knew that Steven had been interviewed by the prosecutor from the Department of Justice.

"It was hard talking about it but the guy was really nice. He was genuinely empathetic."

"It was Jay, wasn't it?" Brent could remember Jay telling him that he would be going to see Steven after they finished Brent's interview.

"Yeah, that was his name."

"He told me he would be going to talk to you next."

"He was nice and, um, attractive."

Brent had not noticed. He had only been focused on trying to hold it together. "I guess he was."

"Oh, come on Brent, he had a great body and those eyes. They were something."

Brent could remember the kindness in those eyes and the way they seemed to switch between green and blue. "Yeah, they were like sea green." Now that Brent thought more about it, Jay had been an attractive man. Brent had not paid as much attention to Jay's body as apparently Steven had.

"Plus, he had a hell of an ass. I believe you could break bricks with it. It was damn fine."

"Geeze Steven."

"You really didn't notice?"

"No, I was... well, not focused on that."

"You should have paid more attention to him. He was hot and he was packing."

"I don't think so. He's an attorney and not a marshal."

"Shit. I mean packing some major equipment between his legs. Not packing a gun."

"Geez Steven! I was focused on just telling him what happened. I did not notice much else."

"Well, I'm looking every chance I get."

"How, um, do you, I mean have you..." Brent was not sure how to ask his question. He did not know if he even should ask it. If anyone would understand, it would have to be Steven.

Steven listened to the silence on the phone. "Are you asking me if... um... I got with anyone?"

"Yeah, have you?"

"No, it, um, isn't easy for me. I... um... get tense."

"Me too," Brent sighed.

"What about you and the guy you were dating... um... Alex?"

"I think that is over."

"Really? I thought he was in love with you?"

"He is... or was. I messed that up. I, um, was an ass."

"How?"

Brent ignored Steven's question. "He's better off without me. He deserves a better guy. He deserves someone not so fucked up."

"Brent..."

"I know, everyone keeps telling me, it just takes time...I'm fucking sick of hearing that."

"Me too, but..."

"There isn't any `but' in this one. I'm too messed up. Who the fuck would want me?"

"Brent, you aren't and... um, you know I, um... well, am..."

"I know you understand better than anyone. I could not have made it through that without you."

"Um, thanks but we were there for each other." Steven wanted to say more. He wanted to tell Brent how he still felt but was not sure Brent would ever feel the same. Steven glanced at the picture on the small desk in his room. He could see Brent looking back at him. Matt had taken the picture and sent it to Steven. Brent looked too serious but Brent had always had that serious look on his face. Steven wished Brent could relax but he knew why the blonde couldn't. Steven had been forced to stand and watch as Wilson abused Brent.

"Steven, how, um, much did you tell Jay?"

"I told him most of it. Of course, I left out the part of how we escaped. I never mentioned Matt or Bryan except to say they came and picked us up after you called them. The other two, well I would never mention them to anyone but you."

"That is good. Thanks for keeping..."

"No thanks needed. I owe them for... for saving my life and my sanity."

The two continued to talk with Steven doing more than Brent. Brent liked hearing about Steven's life on his uncle's ranch. It sounded like Steven had landed in the best place.

"Um, Steven, what about your mom and stepdad? Haven't they like to try to get you back?"

"Oh, they showed up here a couple of months ago. My Uncle sent them packing. They said they were going to get an attorney. My uncle told them to go ahead. He already had a permanent court order signed by the judge giving him permanent custody. I think the judge must have owed my uncle a favor or something. Either way, I'm not leaving here."

"That's awesome Steven."

"How about you?"

"My parents are still trying to pretend like they want me back. I've still got these stupid visitations. I've actually got one tomorrow."

"Doesn't sound like fun."

"It isn't. The only fun part is when Matt almost punches my dad. It happens almost every time. I think my dad is trying to provoke Matt."

"Matt's awesome. I put my money on him."

"Me too. Plus, if Matt weren't able to handle it, I'm sure Bryan could."

"They're both awesome."

"I really should be working on schoolwork. I've gotten behind these last couple of weeks. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything."

"Me either. I'm glad this part is over. I hope that Jay can send that fucking whore away for eternity."

"Me too Steven."

"So, if you aren't seeing Alex anymore, what about your old boyfriend?"

"We haven't been able to find him. I thought about just going to his house and asking about him but, well, it is right across from my parents."

"That would be uncomfortable."

"Plus, you know they caught us and well..."

"Awkward."

"Definitely." Brent paused for a moment. "What about you Steven? Anyone you think about around there?"

"There are some good-looking guys at school but, well, they aren't exactly gay. There aren't a lot of gay guys around here. Well, not that I've found yet. Most of the guys are, um, standoffish They, um, aren't comfortable with a gay guy.

"Is everyone like that?"

"Well, my uncle isn't. He offered to take me to this gay club."

"Wow, is he possibly gay? He isn't married, right?"

"Nope, but he said he wouldn't mind. He could drink some and watch out for me."

"What if someone tried to pick him up?"

"Hell, he'd probably like it. He really is comfortable in just about any setting."

"I'd like to meet him."

"Well come and visit. Hell, stay for a while. He'd be fine with that."

Brent wondered how Matt and Bryan would be with it. "Maybe during the school break."

"That would be cool." Steven would like spending time with Brent. Maybe if things were over between Brent and Alex, then they would become closer. Steven could only hope.

"I'll text you the dates."

"I hope you can come for a while. I've, um, well, um, missed you." Steven could feel his ears burning at the admission. He did not know why, as Brent could not see him.

"I've missed you too, Steven." Brent had missed spending time with his friend. He had missed their late-night talks. He guessed they were making up for now. This call had been going on and on. He knew he should be getting caught up on his schoolwork but he wanted to continue to talk to Steven. It was a good distraction to hear about Steven's new life. It sounded like Steven was having an easier time adjusting.

Steven could feel his excitement already starting to build. "I so hope this works out. It would make the winter break so awesome."

"Does your uncle have room for us? Matt and Bryan, I mean?"

"Hell yeah, we've got a whole bunkhouse. It would be like a fucking cowboy vacation."

"That does sound fun." Brent would like having a change of scenery. It might help him get past the memories that talking to Jay had brought back to the forefront of his mind.

"Have you ever been horseback riding?"

"No, I haven't."

"You'll love it. I bet we're going to have a blast!" Steven's voice was conveying his excitement. "We can do some riding and maybe we can all go into that gay club my uncle was talking about."

"It sounds fun. Heck it will be nice to just be able to relax."

"It will be awesome, Brent!"

"Does your uncle have a bunch of hired help?"

"Not many."

"How are they with you, um..."

"Being gay?" Steven supplied. "Well, those that weren't cool with it, they got the boot real fast. We got this new guy a month ago and he's real cool. He, um, likes putting on a show for me."

"What do you mean, putting on a show?"

"He likes going shirtless. Before the weather started getting cold, it seemed like every day he would be taking his shirt off. It seems to happen when I'm around and he always seems to need to talk to me about something. It's hard to not check him out."

"He does sound like he likes your, ah, attention. Do you think he's gay? Could he, um, be like trying to do some fooling around with you?"

"I don't think he's gay but he's definitely hot." As Steven thought about him, his lips curved up into a smile. "He's hot. He's got this long curly black hair. His eyes are kind of like Jay's. I can't tell if they are blue or green. He's got broad shoulders and is like maybe six foot. His body make's like this triangle shape with his narrow waist."

"He does sound hot." Brent was surprising himself by enjoying listening to Steven's description.

"He's more than just hot. His chest is smooth and so is his stomach. He's got the hint of a six-pack starting. He's got a nice tan and his muscles are like perfectly proportioned for his body. His ass is also fucking hot. Plus, he's packing something in those jeans. When he gets all hot and sweaty, the material clings to every curve of his legs and I can tell he's got impressive equipment."

"Gawd Steven!"

"Well, he does. He's just damn sexy. He's got that IT factor." Steven placed extra emphasis on `it.'

"Sounds like you enjoy checking him out."

"Well, he's, um, damn hot. Plus, um, he's nice to me. He likes teaching me ranch stuff. He's helped more than most of the other guys. He doesn't care about the gay thing at all. He's like my uncle. He's comfortable everywhere. I, um, kind of..."

"What?" Brent was now curious. Did he ask Steven how far the guy was able to go? Brent was wondering if Steven was having the same problem he was.

"Well, I, um, tried to, um, spy on him while he was, um, showering. I wanted to see, um, more of him."

"What the heck Steven? Did you sneak into the bathroom or something?"

"No, the bunk house, it has like this communal shower. You know an open room with several shower heads. It's for just the hired help but, well, I thought I'd try and get a look at him. I know his routine so I could just see how, um, well, um, big he is. I thought maybe I'd even get lucky and maybe he would be a guy that jerks off in the shower."

"Geez Steven! You're like a peeping Steven."

"Well, if you had seen him, you would understand. The guy is like, so sexy."

"How old is this guy?"

"He's not much older than me. He's maybe twenty-five."

"Steven, you're fifteen."

"See, only ten years. We could have a love thing."

"Yeah, except he's straight." Brent could not help but smile a little at Steven drooling over this guy. Brent wondered if the man was truly as hot as Steven made him sound.

"Maybe I can convert him."

"I can't believe you just said that!"

"Really bad choice of words." Steven was a little shocked at himself for saying that after what he and Brent had been through. "Maybe I should have said to bring him out of the deep closet he's lost in..."

"That is a little better. So, did you get to see him, in the shower I mean?" Brent was curious now. He wanted to know more about this guy and if Steven had similar issues to Brent's own.

"I tried. It was late in the day and I knew it was the night when he usually went into town. When I saw him heading for the bunkhouse. I knew he was going to start getting cleaned up. I slipped over there and slipped into the building. There was no one else there. The guys all share this one big room. It has beds in it for them. We also have some other quarters if the guys want them for more privacy. Anyway, I could see his clothes lying on the bunk. I moved over to them. I was tempted to pick up his underwear. I don't know why but I wanted to touch them. Do you think that makes me perverted or something?"

"No, I think you are just extra horny."

"Maybe," Steven agreed. "I made my way quietly towards the bathroom. I could hear the water running so I knew he was in there. I slipped quietly into the room. From that room you can't see the showers. This is where the sinks and toilets are. There is even a urinal in there. You know the trough kind."

Brent did know. He had seen one in the gay club that Alex had taken him to. Brent had assumed it was so the guys could all check each other out. "Yeah, I know the kind."

"This stuff is all from like 50 years ago. My Uncle says it all needs a major upgrade but he doesn't have the time to deal with that. There is other work to get done."

"So did you get to see him?" Brent was more than just a little curious now.

"I was sneaking over to the showers. I was just about to stick my head in when I heard someone call his name. I quickly slipped back and hid behind the hot water heater and furnace. All that stuff is in this room too. There was barely room for me to slip back there."

"Shit, Steven."

"Yeah, I know it was a narrow escape. I nearly wet myself."

"I bet you did. What if you had been caught?"

Steven shrugged his shoulders even though Brent could not see him. "I'm sure I would have gotten a lecture from my uncle. That is if they told him. I think Jessie might have just enjoyed the attention. Like I said earlier, I think he likes putting on a show for me. He's not shy and from what I've seen, he's got nothing to be shy about. Hell, I wish I had his body."

"You're not exactly bad looking, Steven." Brent had always thought Steven was cute but he was on the slender side. The guy did not have much muscle on his frame.

"Um, thanks. I, um, have actually filled out a little since living here. I've got like, jobs to do around here. My Uncle thinks everyone should pitch in."

"Nothing wrong with that. I help out with yard work and stuff. We've got a fireplace and I've helped Bryan chop wood."

"That's cool. I've done that. There is a fireplace in the bunkhouse and two in the main house."

"Wow, I bet that takes a lot of wood."

"It does. We have been working on our winter supply. I mean me and Jessie. I, um, like watching him chop wood. He, um, you know takes his shirt off and well is damn hot."

"Um, Steven, can I ask you something?"

"Brent, you know you can ask me anything. We've got no secrets, you and me."

"Steven have you been, am, able to um..." Brent paused. He wondered how weird Steven would think he was if he asked him if he could climax.

"Able to what Brent?" Steven waited but did not hear anything but silence. "Brent, after what we went through, you can ask me anything."

"Have you been able to cum since you got out?"

"It was hard the first few times that I tried to jerk off." Steven's voice was serious as he spoke. "I didn't have any interest in it for weeks. I tried looking at some porn but, am, it didn't do much for me."

"So, you haven't been able to either?"

Steven paused. He wondered how honest he should be with Brent. He did not want to make his friend feel worse. "I have a couple of times. I've been able to when, um, thinking about Jessie. That was one of the reasons I wanted to see him, am, naked. I wanted to have a full, um, image for my fantasy."

Brent felt both jealous of Steven being able to climax and a little hopeful. If Steven had managed to overcome what Wilson had done to them, then maybe Brent would be able to as well.

"Have you had trouble?"

Brent decided to just be honest with Steven. If he could not be honest with Steven, then who could he be honest with? "I haven't been able to cum. I can get hard but she pops into my head. Her face is there. Her voice is in my ears. Her touch is on my skin."

"She was, um, worse on you than me. It may just take some time."

"Maybe."

"Is that why you and Alex broke up? Could he not manage that?"

"Fuck, he was accepting. He wanted to help with it. He was willing to put on a show for me or to even do it for me or do whatever I need him to do."

Steven could hear the anger in Brent's voice. He did not fully understand that. It sounded to Steven like Alex was one hell of an understanding guy. "Brent, maybe you should let him help."

"LET HIM! Let him see that I am fucked up. Let him see I'm a limp dick."

"But Brent, maybe he could help you. Maybe he could get you past the block that Wilson put in. What is the worst that could happen, you don't cum? Would you be any worse off?"

"He would know. He would know..."

"But Brent, didn't you mean you already told him?" Steven was a bit confused. If Brent had told Alex, then they guy knew, understood and was empathetic.

"But then, I would know. I would know that Alex could not help me get past it."

"Brent, if you don't try, then you are no better off."

"Maybe. I don't know."

"I could come and help you."

"What!"

"Well, maybe with me you would be more comfortable. We, am, have been through a lot."

Brent snorted as that was an understatement. "Thanks Steven. I'll keep that in mind."

"Maybe if you do come for a visit, we, um, could check Jessie out together and see where things go."

"You are obsessed with this guy."

"I can't help it. There's just something about him. I don't know what it is. He's just got," Steven paused as he did not know the word, "IT."

"Well, you have me curious. I'll talk to Matt and Bryan. Maybe Christmas on a ranch would be good for all of us."

"I'll check with my uncle but I'm sure it would be fine. He already said you could visit any time."

"Well check with him and let me know. Then I'll check with Matt and Bryan."

"Sounds good."

# #

Brent heard a soft knock on his door. He knew it had to be either Matt or Bryan. They never just barged in on him. Even if the door were open, they would knock first. Even after how rude Brent had been to them, they still treated him well.

"Come on in." Brent had been sitting at his desk looking at his phone and thinking. He really should have been working on his mountain of schoolwork. The pile was not going down. He just could not get his mind on it. He could not get the events of the clinic out of his mind. Talking about them had made them real again. Before the interview Brent had been able to trick himself into thinking that those events had happened to someone else. Now it was almost like he had re-lived them again.

"How are you doing?" Matt asked, coming into the room.

"I'm alright."

Matt moved to the bed and sat down. from there he could look at Brent who was sitting at the desk. "I know these past couple of weeks have been stressful."

Brent could not argue that point. They had been stressful for him and he had made life stressful for both Matt and Bryan. His short temper had him snapping at both men for little to no reason. "I'm sorry if I've been an ass." Brent looked from his phone at Matt. Matt's kind green eyes only show his concern and affection for Brent. "I, um, just, um..."

Matt's lips twitched. "You have been a bit cranky but we understand. I wanted to talk to you about something else."

"Ah, what?"

"Your guidance counselor called today. Your grades, well, are no good, Brent."

Brent looked away from Matt. He knew he had blown the last few tests and turned in incomplete homework assignments. He had even not turned in a paper that had been due. "I, um, well..."

"Brent, we know that you have been under tremendous stress."

"I have. It is just that I can't or couldn't think about anything with, well with knowing I was going to have to talk about what happened."

"I know. Bryan and I understand but you need to start pushing a little harder on the schoolwork now."

Brent could see the concern in Matt's eyes and hear it in Matt's voice. Matt did not look disappointed at him, which is how Brent knew his father Richard would have looked at him.

"If you need help, both Bryan and I are here to help you. If you need a tutor or anything."

"You know I'm already behind where I was. I mean because of the accident and being in the clinic." Brent still did not remember anything about the accident that had led him to being in Wilson's clinic.

"We know and so does your guidance counselor. If we can get your grades up and start actually completing the homework..."

"I just couldn't think about it..."

"We know but now that you have told the prosecutor about your time in the clinic, we hope you can focus more on school."

"I'll try."

"If we can get your grades up then you might be able to take some classes after school in the spring semester or during the summer. You know, to makeup what you missed."

Brent wondered if it was worth it. Even if he got his grades up and took the classes did it really matter. Did he want to go to college? Did it matter if he had a decent job? Did he care if he had a career?

"I think if you set some goals that could help you concentrate on something besides the past. Maybe it will help." Matt sure hoped it would help Brent overcome the trauma.

"It's all kind of pointless, isn't it? I mean no college is going to accept me."

"Sure, they will Brent. There are always options."

"Maybe. I never planned to go to some exclusive university anyway." Brent still did not know if there was a point to college. Maybe he should just drop out. He did not voice those thoughts to Matt.

"Getting your grades up can be the first step. We can figure out the college stuff next year. Just put in more effort. Turn in the assignments on time."

Brent looked down at his hands. Matt may not be conveying the disappointment but Brent was sure it was there. "I'll try Matt."

"Besides, Bryan and I need you to land a well-paying job so you can take care of us when we are old and decrepit."

"You guys will never be like that."

Matt got up from the bed. "I don't know. I'm feeling older all the time."

Brent's eyes quickly took in the physic of the handsome man. The shoulders were broad, the man's posture was straight, his ass filled out the dress slacks and his powerful chest filled out the blue dress shirt. The sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled back revealing well-muscled forearms. Matt was hot by any definition of the word. "You don't look it." Brent bit his lip. He could not believe he said that aloud. Prior to his time in the clinic, Brent knew that a man like Matt would be fueling several of Brent's jack-off sessions. Now nothing seemed to be able to make him climax.

"Thanks." Matt reached out and patted Brent's shoulder. "Oh, and Alex called again. Would you please call him or text him or something?"

"Sorry, I'm just not sure what to tell him. I feel like such a jerk. I did not treat him well."

"Just tell him that. He'll understand."

"That's the problem!" Brent's voice was sharp. "He always understands. He's like some crazy animal that just keeps coming around for scraps or something."

"He cares about you Brent. Talk to him."

Brent sighed. "I will. I'll send him a text."

"Thanks."

Matt moved towards the door. He stopped and turned back when Brent spoke, "Ah, Matt, is, um, tomorrow..."

"Yes, Brent, the visitation is still set for tomorrow. We shouldn't really try postponing it again. We did that last week."

"Sure, I understand."

"Try not to stress about it, Brent. Nothing they can do will change this arrangement. You're ours now."

Brent let his lips curve up into a smile. He would love to have that made permanent. He would love it if he did not have to go to these visitations with his parents. They only stressed him out. He ended up feeling like scum after each one of them. "Thanks, Matt."

"Get some homework done and get some sleep."

"Sure."

Matt closed the door softly behind him.

Brent looked at his pile of books and then picked up his phone. He brought up a text to Alex and looked at the screen. What did he say? "Sorry I'm a total ass." Brent quickly deleted that. "You deserve better." That was more true but he knew Alex would just argue with him.

Brent sat there looking at his phone for long minutes. He knew he needed to apologize to Alex. He had been a total dick. The guy had been nothing but understanding and patient with Brent. Brent however had just been an ass.

Matt and Bryan had of course been understanding. They were perfect Dads. He wished he knew how to be a better son for them.

Bryan had tried to get Brent to join him in a workout but Brent had not felt like it. He had not wanted to do much since talking to the man from the Department of Justice. Talking about what Wilson had done made it more real for Brent. It was like telling someone meant that it had truly happened. Brent could not pretend it had happened to someone else. He could not think of it as a horrible nightmare.

Brent tossed down his phone. He did not know the words he wanted to say to Alex. He did not know how to explain his feelings. He could not put any of it into words.

The worst part for Brent was he knew that Alex would understand. If he reached out, Alex would be there for him. Matt and Bryan were the same. No matter how much of a jerk Brent was, these guys kept being understanding and supportive. Brent wished there were more of them. He wished he only knew men like Bryan and Matt. They were better than his father Richard and Devyn's father Frank. Those men had turned out to be horrible human beings. And tomorrow Brent was going to have to go meet with one of those horrible people. He knew that these stupid visitations were required by the courts but he wanted out of them. After dredging up what Wilson had done to him, he was not in the right frame of mind to deal with his parents. He was especially not in the mood for his dad's looks of disappointment.

Brent tossed himself down on the bed. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He wondered if maybe it was time to visit Steven. He could spend a week on the ranch with his friend. Maybe being away from here would help. He wondered if Matt and Bryan would understand. He wondered if they would mind. It would be so nice to just run away. He did not want to be away from Matt and Bryan but from everything else. From the court case with Wilson and from his parents.

Brent closed his eyes. He kept thinking about running away. He could just hide out somewhere. If he could find Devyn and apologize, then he and Devyn could hide out together. He just needed to find Devyn and tell him how sorry he was. He just needed to get Devyn to understand and to forgive him.

# #

Brent jolted awake. He was not sure what had made him wake up. There had been a noise. He listened intently and there it came again.

Brent sat up and looked around the room. He was not sure where he was but the room felt familiar. It appeared to be a studio apartment. In the dim light from the window, Brent could make out some furniture and a small kitchen area. He heard the noise again and he dropped back down in the bed.

Light spilled into the room as a door was opened. Brent turned toward the doorway. Brent was surprised to see the form of a naked man coming through the doorway. The man had a towel over his head drying his hair. The rest of his body was on full display for Brent. Brent could not stop his eyes from looking over the man from the man's head down to the man's bare feet.

Brent could feel his breath catch and his heart rate speed up. His eyes slid over the toned chest, down over the flat belly and down to the soft manhood hanging over the two large testicles. The organ was surrounded by a dark patch of deep brown hair.

Brent's eyes traveled down over the tan muscular legs with a light dusting of soft blonde hair. His eyes traveled back up back to the man's equipment. Brent's eyes watched the member swing as the man was walking and drying his hair.

"You still sleeping?" The man's voice was soft. It was as though he did not want to wake Brent up, if Brent was still sleeping.

Brent did not know what he should do. Did he answer the man or not? Did he pretend to be sleeping? Who was this guy? Who was this man? Brent thought the voice was familiar but he could not pull the memory up. Brent did not believe it sounded like Devyn but maybe Devyn's voice had grown deeper? Brent wanted it to be Devyn. Brent wanted that more than anything he had ever wanted before.

Before Brent could pull his thoughts together to answer, the man turned back towards the bathroom. He looped the towel across his shoulders then worked the towel down drying his back. Brent's eyes traveled down with the towel. His eyes were examining every inch of the tan skin of the man's strong back, shoulders and firm ass.

Brent forced his eyes back up to the man's head. He could see the deep brown of the man's shaggy hair. It was a deep brown since it was still damp from the man's shower.

Brent closed his eyes. He wondered if that was Devyn. In his mind Devyn was still the fourteen-year-old that Brent had known. But Devyn would have grown older. That could be him. The hair was the right color even if it were more shaggy than Devyn's would have been. Devyn had always kept his hair a little long so maybe he had also let it get shaggy like that. Brent could remember all too clearly that sexy movement Devyn would use to push it back out of his eyes.

Brent closed his eyes and remembered the way Devyn would smile at him and how his lips would curve up into one of those half smiles. He could remember Devyn chewing so sensually on a pencil as they had been doing homework. If this was an older Devyn, then Brent's dream of them reuniting could come true. Brent rested there thinking of Devyn. His mind flooded with the memories of them together. He could remember the fun, the touches, the kisses, and the sexual exploration.

Brent felt a soft kiss on his lips. He did not want to open his eyes. He was enjoying this dream. He felt the covers being pulled back and then the tender touch on his cheek. "Wake up my blonde prince." The lips met Brent's. They were confident and warm. Brent parted his lips and felt the wetness of the tongue enter his mouth. He met that tongue with his own.

For Brent, the kiss was long and passionate. He wanted it to last forever. The tender touch left his cheek and then Brent felt the strong hands on his chest. He felt his nipples being lightly pinched by those strong hands and felt his whole body responding. "Mmm, you like that." Brent did like the way his nipples were being teased. He could not hide that as his cock was responding.

"I like how excited you are getting." The man moved onto the bed and covered Brent's body with his own. He kissed Brent's inviting lips again. His hand traveled down Brent's left side as his mouth kissed the right side of Brent's neck.

Brent realized without opening his eyes that they were both totally naked. This sent more blood surging into Brent's already growing cock. In no time the teenager was fully erect. Brent's cock was pressing into the man's warm skin. There was no way the guy could not know that Brent was erect. Brent could feel the man's cock beginning to grow. He could feel it pressing into his leg.

"Oh, I can tell you do like me." The man shifted his position and their two cocks brushed against each other. Brent could feel the guy's cock growing erect as he ground his cock against Brent's.

"Don't tease me, but I do like you." Brent had still not opened his eyes. He did not want to break the spell. He wanted to stay there with these waves of pleasure surging through him.

"Oh, but I do like teasing you. I like teasing your ear." The man's wet tongue swiped across Brent's ear. Then his teeth nipped at Brent's earlobe. "I like teasing these lips." His mouth found Brent's and he kissed Brent hard. His passion, more demanding now.

If Brent had wanted to, he could not stop his body from responding. His lips parted and he allowed the man's tongue inside. He slid his arms around the lean body to caress up and down that smooth skin. His hands followed the man's spine up to the broad, muscular shoulders.

The kiss broke long enough for him to say, "Oh, that feels so good." Then his mouth was once again on Brent's. The kissing was growing in intensity.

Brent could feel the man's erection pressing into his own hard cock. He could feel the calluses on the man's hand as the man slid his hand up and then down Brent's side. Brent knew Devyn's hand had not had calluses but this could be an older Devyn.

The lips left Brent's lips. They moved to kiss Brent's neck. The sensations caused Brent to thrust his cock up against the man's.

"Oh, you do like that, huh?"

Brent could hear the smile in those words. He felt the lips return to his neck and then move to his shoulder. They kissed across his chest to his pink nipple. Brent felt the wetness of the man's tongue circling his pink areola. The wet organ drew closer and closer to the pink nub. The anticipation of the man's mouth moved from Brent's right nipple over to his left one. The wet tongue, leaving a trail of saliva across Brent's chest as it moved from one nipple to the other.

Brent panted in pleasure and a bit of disappointment as the tongue had left his nipple without touching that erect nub.

Again, the man began by circling around the pink areola. The wet tip growing closer and closer to the erect nub of Brent's nipple. This time the tongue touched that pink nipple and it sent a shiver up Brent's spine. He licked and then sucked on that nub and Brent moaned in pleasure.

Once again, he moved from one nipple to the other. This time he nipped and sucked on the erect nub. He kissed the valley between Brent's pecs and then began kissing his way lower. His wet tongue licking and his mouth sucking Brent's smooth skin.

"Oh baby, your skin is so soft and smooth. I could just eat you." He lightly grazed Brent's skin with his teeth and then proceeded moving lower.

Brent could feel a little stubble as the chin brushed his smooth skin. Brent thought he had felt that before but Devyn had not had any stubble. Brent reminded himself that Devyn would be older now and would be shaving.

The mouth moved lower across Brent's smooth skin. The tongue was tracing circles as it was moving lower. It darted into Brent's belly button causing the blonde to giggle.

"Oh, a little ticklish are you?"

"Maybe a little." Brent felt the lips kiss him just above the start of his blonde pubic patch. His cock was jutting out and brushed against the guy's cheek. He could feel precum leaking from his head and sliding down the shaft.

"You know you have a beautiful cock."

Brent could feel the breath caress his leaking member as the guy spoke. He knew he was rock hard and his cock was jutting out pointing straight towards the ceiling. Fingers moved through Brent's blonde pubic hair to encircle the base of his cock. His breath caught as he was touched there.

"I love these smooth balls of yours."

Brent felt his balls gently fondled and then he felt that tongue licking them. He moved his legs apart more giving the guy more access to him. It felt amazing what could be done with that talented tongue.

"Hmmm, you like that. Your cock is leaking even more cum. I can't wait to taste you again."

Brent had no more warning other than those words before the tongue began licking up the precum from his shaft. He thought he might cum just from that sensation.

He licked up and down on the shaft before moving to the head. He swallowed down all of the young precum and then wanted more. His tongue was confident and talented at teasing Brent's cock head. Brent's moans of pleasure were growing with each lick and swipe of that wet organ.

"Mmm, so good. I got to have more."

The lips closed around Brent's head and Brent gasped in pleasure. Ever so slowly the lips and mouth took Brent in. Inch after inch being swallowed down to the base. He did not stop until his lips were at the base and his nose was in the blonde curls.

Brent spread his legs even more. He reached down and slid his fingers into that thick mahogany brown hair. He held on as slowly the mouth slid up to the tip of his cock. That wet tongue once again teasing his piss slit and drinking in more of his precum.

When those lips once again closed around his cock, Brent could not stop himself from thrusting up to meet the sucking mouth. Brent's grip on the man's head tightened as his hips lifted up off the bed. His thrusting being met with eager sounds of sucking.

As the talented mouth was working over Brent's cock, just as well-trained fingers were massaging Brent's cum filled testicles. They massaged those orbs resulting in Brent's cock producing more cum for the mouth to suck down.

He pulled off Brent's cock with a loud popping slurp sound. He looked up from Brent's crotch to Brent's face. His warm chocolate eyes were meeting Brent's. Both his brown eyes and Brent's blue ones were filled with lust for a moment.

"You taste so damn good." He swiped his tongue once again over the wet head of Brent's cock. His gaze never left Brent's.

"That feels amazing." Brent wanted to draw in the warm chocolate of those brown eyes. He just did not understand where the golden flecks had gone. He could remember how hypnotic those flecks could be. The more excited and emotional Devyn was, the more of them there seemed to be.

The mouth once again engulfed Brent's cock. In one swoop the cock was swallowed down to the base.

"Oh shit!" Brent was on the urge of cumming. He was so close and then he felt a finger assessing his hole. It was wet and slippery and it rubbed his anal opening.

"Oh, oh yes!"

The finger probed at Brent's sphincter and was soon stretching it and sliding inside the blonde teenager. It wiggled as it worked Brent's opening.

"Oh, I'm close." Brent was clutching at the sheets to try and hold back his impending orgasm.

He pulled off Brent for a moment and looked once again up into the attractive face. "Go on, feed me that hot boy milk." He was then back down on Brent's cock and he was tapping Brent's anal trigger.

"OH!" Brent felt surges of sexual pleasure flooding through him. He felt his balls giving up his seed. His cock began pouring forth the hot seed. Jet after jet flooding from Brent and into the hungry mouth of his lover.

It took time for Brent's climax to subside and for him to recover from the intensity of his orgasm. He was panting and exhausted as he finished riding the wave of pleasure.

"Wow! That was a lot." He had pulled off Brent's cock and used his finger to scoop up some of the cum from his chin. He had not been able to swallow fast enough and some had escaped his lips.

"You're amazing."

"No, you are." He moved up to kiss Brent's lips. "And you taste so good."

Brent could taste his own cum on those lips and that tongue. "Anything would taste good on your lips." Brent leaned up and kissed those sexy lips once more. "Thank you for understanding and for forgiving me."

"It was all just a misunderstanding."

"I am truly sorry, Cody." # # # #

Brent jerked awake. The dream had been so vivid. His chest was heaving. He sat up in bed. "Cody, I called him Cody. Who the hell is Cody?"

Brent got out of bed. He reached down feeling the wetness in his white briefs. He thought for a moment that he had wet himself but it was not piss.

Brent could remember clearly climaxing in the dream. He had shot his load into the man's mouth and he had shot into his underwear. Brent brought his damp fingers to his nose and inhaled the scent of his cum. It was cum. He had finally managed to shoot a load.

Brent moved to the dresser and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He wondered if he could jerk off now. Was this the first step to recovering his ability to have sex. He felt both a bit excited at having had an orgasm and a bit disappointed that it had been when he was asleep.

"Just be happy you can at all," he told his reflection.

Brent slid off his underwear and wiped his pubes and cock clean of the cum. He brought them to his nose again and sniffed. Yes, it was cum. He just found it hard to believe.

Brent tossed the damp underwear into the pile of dirty clothes next to the dresser. He opened the drawer and pulled out a clean pair. He was trying to remember the dream. He wanted to burn every detail of it into his memory. So often when he had dreamed the dream fragmented as soon as he woke up. This one was sticking with him though.

Brent just did not understand who Cody was. Was it a boy from school? He had thought it had been Devyn right there until the end. The only thing that had been different was the hair and the eyes. Oh, and the calluses on the man's strong hands. "Cody. Cody." Brent repeated the name several times but could not remember anything else. Was there really a Cody or was he going crazy? Had he and this guy really had sex or was Brent just dreaming? He did not know and he was not sure how he would ever know what was real and what was just fantasy

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