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I Was Horny
Chapter 4: Coffee, Croissants and Sex
I awoke in Brandon's bed all alone. As I ran my hands along caressing my body I could feel my usual morning woody. My eyes began focusing on my erection as I began fondling it and my well-milked nuts. I could see and feel the front of my body was all covered with dried semen. I continued scanning the bedroom for Brandon, but he was nowhere to be found. Then I heard sounds coming from the kitchen. I got out of the big bed and strolled out to the kitchen naked. There was Brandon fully dressed preparing a light continental breakfast. I glanced at the clock and it showed a little after seven.
"Hello luver," Brandon said with a big grin, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Okay."
"Looks as though you're rarin to go again, Dude," Brandon said somewhat humorously, reaching out he began fondling my hard cock as he nuzzled me.
"Ooooh that feels good, "I cooed, "So, where you been?"
"I showered, got dressed and walked around the corner to Starbucks for coffee and pastry," Brandon said, "I didn't want to smell like raw sex when I entered the coffee shop."
"Yeah, wouldn't want to tip the barista off that you had a full night."
Brandon laughed and said, "I got one chocolate filled croissant and one strawberry cream cheese filled or couple warm cinnamon rolls, take your pick."
"You bought them and went out for them, you get first choice."
"Oh no, not after last night, Dude. Your treat this morning," Brandonoffered waving his hand over the top of the treats spread out on the countertop, hoping I would get the scent of fresh pastry and coffee.
"Okay, I'll take the chocolate filled," I said to Brandon with a smile.
"I figured you for a Chocolate or cinnamon roll type. I prefer the strawberry cream cheese. Hope you drink coffee because I've got two large steaming hot Starbucks' house blends. I didn't know your taste in coffee, so I decided on house blends to be on the safe side. However, if you want something different that's fine."
"Coffee sounds great," I replied, "Maybe a little creamer."
"So, you want me to give a squirt in your coffee to spice it up," Brandonsaid with a smile as he held his crotch.
"I mean like real creamers."
"Yep, take your pick," Brandon said opening the fridge to expose a bowl with several small containers filled with flavored liquid creamers.
I chose Hazelnut. Brandon grabbed a couple, pealing the sealed tops back before pouring the little containers' contents into my coffee and then stirring. He then poured the coffees into large decorative mugs; put the, at least, two cup coffee mugs, croissants and cinnamon rolls on the serving tray. Then Brandon told me to follow him back into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom he opened two folding snack stands, placing one on each side of the bed. He began placing our coffees that he'd transferred into mugs and plates of treats on them. While undressing Brandon asked, "You got anyplace to be today?"
"Not really. I should call Dave to make sure my bike is okay in his garage."
"Hell, they aren't even out of bed yet, Dude," Brandon replied.
The two of us lay naked on the bed sipping our coffee while feeding each other bits of pastries. We ate and drank our coffee while enjoying another of Brandon's gay videos. We spent the rest of the day in bed making love.
Yes, I said making love. Something that started off hours earlier with Brandon giving me simple blowjob had mushroomed into something much more. My new bed partner definitely knew how to suck a dick. I couldn't believe it but I was developing a fondness for Brandon. A few hours before I'd never kissed another man on the lips; however, I was now into making out with my lover as if there was no tomorrow.
"You know, I've never made love to a guy with a moustache and goatee," Brandon said.
"So, what are you saying, you want me to shave?"
"Oh Hell No!" Brandon replied, "I'd never ask you to do that. In fact, I think it is kind of neat, but your facial hair does tickle me down there."
We lay there feeding each other little bits of Danish drinking our coffee and laughing in between fondling and kissing. As we were kissing we were enjoying sweetness of each other's mouths, exploring them with our tongues. That's the way we spent Saturday.
As Saturday wore on every once in a while we would get up shower and drink some wine while we recuperated. During those refractory periods we would engage each other in conversations learning more about the other as well as watching more videos of guys having sex. With afternoon turning to night we were watching a video of guys doing threesome and foursomes.
"So, Brandon have you ever done any of that stuff with multiple guys?" I asked.
"Yeah, in fact, that's how Dickie and I got together, but since then it's just been Dickie and me until you."
"Really," I responded, "Tell me all about it."
Brandon went on explaining how he'd experienced multiple partner events in high school with guys on his teams, but it was at a college frat party where he and Dickie Grubbs met up. Before the party was over Brandon, Dickie and two other guys hooked up for a weekend sexual marathon. Brandon told me that although the four of them engaged in seventy-two hours of sexual tomfoolery he was drawn to Dickie more so than the other guys. After the weekend was over he and Dickie became a couple.
After Brandon finished telling me about his history with Dickie we began orally pleasuring each other. I'd learned so much from Brandon, especially when it came to fellating a cock. Although we orally pleasured each in the sixty-nine position I preferred giving and receiving blowjobs on an individual basis. That first time Brandon blew me was a mind blowing experience for me.
I couldn't get that first time out of my head. The way Brandon worked his tongue around the coronal ring of my glans. His warm wet mouth engulfing my cock. How his lips closed over the crown and his tongue performed in unison working on the frenulum area. That first experience was so fucking great, and when I reciprocated I tried to emulate my teacher. My ex had tried to give me blowjobs on a few occasions; however, the experiences were painful exercises in futility, leaving my cock raw and tender to touch for days.
Not so with Brandon. He knew exactly how to perform fellatio; in fact, he knew where and how to titillate all the right spots on my body. He was a master of the erogenous zones. He could bring me off without ever touching my cock, just arousing the sensual areas of my body, lighting my fire. Soon Sunday morning rolled around. Brandon was lying behind me spooning me, playing with my hard nipples. I could feel his hard member pushed up against my ass crack. Suddenly, Brandon whispered in my ear, "Why don't we suck each other and then go out for breakfast?"
We began turning around facing each other exchanging kisses before flipping opposite each other on the bed. Once we assumed our positions we began fellating the other. Brandon had taught me so much over the past twenty-four hours. Prior to our meeting my male on male sexual education was somewhat limited, but Brandon had brought me up to speed quickly. I was thoroughly enjoying my new found sexual adventures with man. Once we polished each other off we took our showers and got dressed.
As we were dressing Brandon said, "I've decided to take you to an old fashion little country restaurant out on the highway. The place specializes in nothing but breakfast and lunch."
"Cool."
"Breakfast is served until noon and from noon until three in the afternoon it's nothing but sandwiches and soups."
"What's the menu like?" I questioned.
"Just about anything you would want that is greasy and fattening," Brandonsaid, "Biscuits and gravy, ham, eggs, bacon as well as pancakes and waffles. Of course they have the best coffee in the county."
"Cool, let's go," I said, "Afterwards let me stop and get my bike at Dave's house."
"No problem."
Off we went heading towards the little café. As we talked along the way I couldn't help mentally reliving all that had taken place since the two of us met. Although I was straight Brandon had opened up a whole new world for me. What had started as a horny single guy at a dead end party with a hard on, wanting a simple blowjob had turned into so much more.