When I looked outside the next morning, the first thing I saw was the sun dabbling across Levi's apartment. Levi lived about three doors down from me, so from my window, I could see his whole building bathed in the soft warm light. But there was no sign of Levi himself, at least not at that moment.
"Hey Josh?" came Brandon's voice.
I turned away from the window. Brandon was in the middle of a shower, and he'd left my bathroom door open, so I could see his still-naked body inside.
"Do you have any more shampoo?" he asked. "This bottle is out."
"Sorry," I said. I stepped over to a cabinet and grabbed a fresh bottle. Then I handed it to Brandon, took the empty one, and threw it in the trash.
"Thanks man," Brandon said. He poured some shampoo on his hands, and he lathered up his hair.
"So," I said as I took in the sight, "do you want me to make you a coffee or something?"
"No thanks, I'm good," he said. He slung his head back and let the water pour over him. "I'm not much of a coffee drinker. And I've gotta get to work... my real job I mean."
"That's cool," I said. "I've got work today too."
Brandon turned so his cock and balls were facing me. Then he took some body wash and started scrubbing his pits. "So what do you do for a living?" he asked. "I mean when you're not getting naked for money."
"Ha!" I said. "Well, it's nowhere near as sexy as that. I do corporate procurement."
"Hey, not every job's gotta be sexy," he said. "I mean hell, look at me."
I wasn't sure what to say to that. Especially since I couldn't take my eyes off Brandon's dripping nude body. "H-how do you mean?"
"I'm a building manager," he said, "at the Alonzo Apartments. So for me, a bad day at work can mean cleaning up a helluva lot of shit. Literally."
"That sucks."
"Well, it's a paycheck," he said as he rinsed the suds off his skin. He turned around one last time, then turned off the water. "I guess the main thing is, it's flexible enough that I can do what I really want."
"You mean modeling?"
"For example," he said as he grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. "Speaking of which, when's your next gig?"
"I don't know yet. I still need to sign up for it."
Brandon ran the towel along his crotch, which made his package jiggle ever so slightly. "Mine is Thursday afternoon," he said. "I'm gonna be tied up the next few nights, but if you're free Thursday--"
"I hope so," I said. "It's going to depend on my meetings."
"Meetings where?"
"Oh, they're all virtual," I said. "I work from home. It's just hard to know what my schedule will be."
"No pressure," he said. "By the way, where do you want me to put this towel?"
"Oh, uh... you can just hang it there," I said, and I pointed to my right.
"Cool," he said as he did as he was told. Then he headed for the bedroom, still fully nude. "Here," he said as he picked his shorts off the floor, pulled out his phone, and unlocked it. "Put in your number."
"Absolutely," I said.
Brandon picked up his boxer briefs, untangled them, and put them on. "You know," he said, "if you want, I can introduce you to my friend. The photography instructor. He's got a ton of connections, and he's a great guy to have around...."
"Yeah," was all I could think to say.
"I'm not gonna lie though, he drives me crazy sometimes."
I shrugged. "He sounds like a real artist."
"That's one way to put it," Brandon said. He pulled up his shorts, reached inside them, and adjusted his junk.
I finished putting my number in Brandon's phone, and I handed it back. "Anyway, yeah," I said, "just let me know when you're free."
"Oh believe me, I will." Brandon walked over to his shirt, which was clear across the room. "I just wish I didn't have to go now."
"Well... i-it's all good--"
"I had a good time last night," he said. "I hope you did too."
I licked my lips. I couldn't help thinking how Brandon's ass had worked my cock. Not to mention how he'd kept begging for more. "It was awesome," I said.
"Glad to hear it," he said. By now Brandon was fully dressed, and he leaned in for a kiss.
"Mm," I said. My tongue curled around his, and I tasted his spit, and all I could think was how I wanted more. I put my hands on his ass, and I was tempted to pull him back in my bed, but then Brandon pulled away.
"You know," he said, "if you talk to Terri or whoever... maybe don't tell her about this. I wouldn't want her to get all worked up about it."
I felt a pang of disappointment, but I knew Brandon was right. "Yeah," I said. "No one needs to know."
"Awesome," he said, and he gave me one last peck on the lips. "Take care man." And with that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder, and he walked out the door.
I just stood there for a minute and stared at my bed. The sheets were all twisted around, and I noticed they had some dried cum stains. I pulled the sheets off the bed, and I threw them in the laundry, along with the towel Brandon had just used. Then I started the wash.
I was about to log into work when I saw movement outside my window. I looked more closely and saw Doug leaving Levi's apartment, wearing the same outfit as the night before.
My first reaction was jealously, knowing Doug had just slept with Levi; but then I thought how hot it must've been. Had Doug gotten to suck Levi's dick, or maybe taken him up the ass? Or had Doug been the one to fuck Levi? Or, better yet, maybe they'd flipped? Hell, for all I knew, Doug could still smell of Levi's cum... or maybe he had a load leaking out of his hole....
I shook my head and tried to put those thoughts aside. I knew I needed to focus on work, which would already be hard enough. Plus I wanted to keep things in perspective: Levi was still just a crush, so I didn't want to be weird about him, especially since I'd just slept with Brandon.
My work day was pretty normal, at least on the surface: a bunch of emails, spreadsheets, and Zoom meetings. I did feel like I was harboring a dirty secret. I knew my gig must've generated dozens of naked pictures, from drawings to whatever else, and I had no idea where those images could end up. Yet my coworkers had no clue about any of that.
I checked my schedule for that Thursday, and I rescheduled all my meetings that day. Then I went on the school's website to sign up for more gigs. I texted Brandon to ask when he was working, but before he could respond, my mom called.
"Aw shit," I said without thinking. I wanted to let Mom go to voicemail, but I knew I'd already blown her off the night before. So I picked up the phone. "Hey."
"Hi sweetie," Mom said. "I hadn't heard from you in a while."
I just shrugged. I wasn't about to tell her what I'd been up to. "Well," I said, "I've been busy...."
"I have good news about Grandma," she said.
"Uh-huh," I said. I didn't feel like I needed to know the details, but I knew they were important to Mom. Not go mention the more time she spent talking about that stuff, the less time she'd have to ask me prying questions.
"Doctor Lal says she's doing better than he expected," Mom was saying. "And she got approved for her new wheelchair, which should make it easier to get around. So I was thinking, you know how much she loves FinestFest, so we might be able to take her this year...."
"That's good," I said. I felt my phone buzz, and I saw Brandon had responded to my text. I put the phone on speaker so I could multitask.
Mom gave me the rundown on still more family drama, from my cousin's relationship problems, to the neighbors' dog barking all night. I mostly just feigned interest, since my real focus was on my modeling schedule.
I managed to get through the whole call without Mom asking me personal questions-- not that I would've answered them anyway. By the time we hung up, I'd signed up for a whole bunch more gigs, including one that Thursday. Most of these gigs were in drawing classes, though a few were in painting or sculpting classes. I sent all the details to Brandon.
I felt like Thursday couldn't get there soon enough. I forced myself to stick to my usual routine, both with my work and my family, so no one would know what was up. Or at least I hoped they wouldn't.
Then, when the day came, Brandon texted me again.
Remember, before my gig I'll need to jack off, he wrote. Do you wanna join me?
I fumbled with my phone, and I almost dropped it. Then I managed to type out the words: Hell yeah!
Awesome, he wrote back. Come over about three. Then he gave me his address, which was walking distance from mine.
Brandon wanted to be super discreet, so he asked me to meet him at a side door. At first I was worried he might work from home too-- since he'd mentioned being a building manager-- but it turned out his apartment was separate from his office. Even so, he wanted to avoid any tenants seeing us.
"You know," I said, "you could've just come back to my place."
"I know," he said as he locked the door behind us. "But I figured you might want to see this." He reached into a bookshelf, and he pulled out a photo book.
"What is it?"
"It's what got me into modeling."
The book was titled The Lavandula League, with photographs by Jean-Jacques Tremblay. The cover was pretty tame: Brandon was one of a few shirtless men visible from the chest up. But when I opened the book, I saw their full nudes in all their sexy glory. "Woah," I said. "You all look like athletes."
"We're a basketball league," he said. "The whole idea is to raise money for charity. And we still do it to this day."
I paged through the book. These boys were definitely tall and well-toned, so they made for great-looking models. They made me feel a little self-conscious, since I wasn't sure if I could live up to their standards. It felt like all of these shots were works of art-- which I guess they were-- showing off their bodies in all kinds of positions.
"I've got more where this came from," Brandon said as he pointed to his bookshelf. "This was just the first project I worked on. With many more to follow."
"Wow," I said. "I had no idea you were so prolific."
"I dunno," he said, "I've just been doing it for a while. But check out the picture on page ten, the one with the rocks."
I turned the page and saw a picture of five guys standing on boulders. I recognized Brandon as the one in the middle, though he had his ass to the camera with his head turned to the side. The other four were facing the camera with their cocks and balls in full view.
"That was my first time ever modeling," Brandon said. "He made me turn around because of my hard-on."
"Well," I said, "I mean, I can see why they'd get you hard--"
"Well yeah. That's why I had to start taking precautions."
I laughed. "Taking precautions?"
"What else would you wanna call it?"
"Maybe... emptying your balls?"
Brandon licked his lips. "Want me to show you how it's done?"
"I thought that was the idea," I said as I set down the book.
Brandon leaned in to me. "You could say that," he whispered. Then his lips met mine, and he gave me a soft kiss. "Just remember, this is just me getting ready for work. So the point is just to get off... and any more than that will need to wait till later." Then he kissed me again.
"It's all good," I said as I made out with him.
"Cool," Brandon said. Then he leaned back and pulled off his shirt. He tossed it aside, and without further ado, he yanked down his shorts and his undies. "Go ahead. Make yourself at home."
I knew that was my cue to get naked too. I stripped down, and Brandon motioned for me to take a seat. So I sat in an easy chair while Brandon sat on his couch.
Brandon's dick was already hard. "So from those pictures," he said, "you can see why I need to do this...."
"Do you always get this horny for them?"
Brandon started touching himself. "It depends on who you mean by `them'...."
"I mean the artists. Like Doug?"
"Oh hell yeah," he said as he gave his cock a gentle stroke. "Thank God he's graduated... I don't know if I could handle myself with him now...."
I followed Brandon's lead and put my hand on my shaft. "How so?"
Brandon closed his eyes. "I saw him at a pool not long ago," he said. "He was wearing a thong... and when he'd get out of the water, it would cling to his skin, so I could totally see his big juicy cock...."
"Yeah?"
"And his ass...." He started jerking harder and harder, which made his balls bounce up and down with each stroke. "Fuck, I wanna get him naked so bad... put my face in those cheeks...."
I licked my lips. "Just your face?"
"I'd tease his hole with my cock... get him nice and hot... and then I'd slide right in, and I'd fuck his brains out...." Then Brandon's voice trailed off, and he just moaned as he pounded his pud.
I kept playing with myself, but mostly I just watched Brandon. "Yeah dude," I said. "Give it to him good."
"Oh fuck yeah," Brandon whispered. He kept going faster and faster, gripping his cock like his life depended on it. "That ass can take it like a champ... that tight fucking hole...."
I couldn't take my eyes off Brandon's package. I could tell his balls were starting to boil, and I had to resist the urge to help him out.
Brandon let off another primeval moan. He kept gyrating the lower half of his body, while he closed his eyes and threw his head back. "Oh shit," he whispered as he kept bashing his bishop, "oh my God... aw fuck yeah...."
I still kept staring at Brandon's cockhead. I knew it was just a matter of time before he'd go over the edge, and I didn't want to miss it.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "OH GOD!" Then his mouth dropped open, his body shook, and his dick started spurting.
"Hell yeah!" I said.
Brandon moaned with pleasure as he shot more and more cum. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he kept jerking for a few seconds longer. Eventually his spurts died down, he released his dick, and he sank into the cushions. "Whew," he said. Then he brought his cummy hand to his mouth, and licked his fingers clean.
"Niiiice," I said. "So this Doug makes you cum that hard?"
Brandon laughed. "Well... this isn't the first time he's gotten me off. At least in my imagination."
"I figured it probably wasn't."
"Anyway," he said, "now I want to see what you've got."
I blinked. "What I've got?"
"You know what I mean," Brandon said. "Show me how you like to do it."
I glanced at Brandon's cum, which was streaked across his body and was starting to drip down his sides. Then I looked at my own cockhead, which was already oozing pre-cum, and I gave myself some more strokes.
"Yeah," Brandon said. "That's what I'm talking about...."
I figured if Brandon had jacked off to Doug, then I could just as well jack off to Levi. "Oh fuck yeah," I said without thinking, as I surrendered myself to my fantasy. One of the many fantasies I'd had about that boy.
"Keep going...."
The thought of Levi's body still drove me fucking wild. All I could think was how his cock and balls must look when they were liberated from his clothes. Not to mention how his skin must smell, how his spit must taste, and how his moans must sound.
"That's so fucking sexy," I heard Brandon say.
I let my instincts take over as I kept working my cock. I spread my legs as if I was giving Levi better access. I pictured Levi aiming his dick at my taint, then slowly easing himself inside me. "Oh fuck," I gasped.
"Keep going...."
By now I was pounding my pud with my right hand, and I was working my hole with my left. But I knew my fingers couldn't compare to the feeling of Levi's hard cock, throbbing and warm, as he thrust in and out of me. I wanted to make him cum so bad, the sexiest orgasm he'd ever had, the kind that makes him scream and lose control of his body, while he busts his nut deep inside me....
"Oh shit!"
My balls shuddered with pleasure, and before I could react, my cockhead erupted. A wad of cum hit me in the cheek, and another one handed on my chest. Then a bunch more spurts went every which way.
"Holy fuck," Brandon said.
My nerves tingled all over my body. "Oh yeah," I gasped as a few more globs of cum poured over my fingers. Then the sensations started to die down, and I let out a sigh. I gradually slowed down my strokes and finally stopped.
"Damn dude," Brandon said. "You're a helluva shooter."
I followed Brandon's gaze, and I saw a streak of cum on the wall behind me. "Oh shit," I said. "Sorry about that...."
"It's all good," he said as he grabbed a towel. "I've done that plenty of times. It'll come right out. Besides, better to do that here than at school."
"Ha!" I said. "I guess that's true."
I was surprised at how chill Brandon was on the one hand-- acting like this was all in a day's work-- while also being super careful about tipping anyone off. The contrast got to be especially clear after we'd showered and dressed: Brandon made me go out the way I came, while he went through the lobby. I've gotta admit, sneaking around like that did make me feel naughty, though I also agreed with the need to be careful.
Once I got to school, Brandon texted to tell me where to meet him. His friend Jean-Jacques's office was on the top floor, and it was about the most cluttered workspace I'd ever seen. Piles of pictures were crammed into every available space, along with cameras, tripods, lighting equipment, and who-knows-what else.
"Oh hey Josh," Brandon said, as if we hadn't just nutted together. "Jean-Jacques, I wanted you to meet Josh. He's one of the new models."
"Hello," Jean-Jacques said as he shook my hand.
"He just had his first gig in Dr. Peiris's class."
"Dr. Peiris?" Jean-Jacques asked. "I wouldn't wish that on anyone."
"Why not?" I asked.
"I probably shouldn't say," he replied, "except she's such a cul serré... a tight ass?"
"Oh jeesh," Brandon said. "Be careful talking like that--"
"Well, I'm speaking the truth." Jean-Jacques waved at Brandon, then looked back at me. "Anyway... you should experience modeling for me. I don't put up with bullshit."
"Oh?" I asked.
"And posing for the camera is so much easier than posing for a drawing. Why would you want to sit still that long?"
"I dunno," I said, "I mean, I'm still pretty new--"
"If you want to learn the ropes, you can sit in on my class," Jean-Jacques said. "Brandon can show you how it's done."
Brandon snorted. "Oh brother," he said, but he let his voice trail off, and he didn't say anything more.
I've gotta admit, I was more than a little curious about how Brandon did his job. I did have some time to spare, since my own gig wouldn't start for another hour. So I took Jean-Jacques up on his offer-- or at least part of it-- and I stuck around for his class.
The lesson that day was about lighting. Brandon was posing with a guy named Deshawn. I couldn't help thinking it was my first time watching Brandon on the job-- or for that matter, my first time watching professional models at all.
The students were shooting on old-school film, and they had to come up with lighting for both guys' skin tones at once. It meant setting up lights, cameras, and other equipment around Brandon and Deshawn's bare bodies. The students made me feel like an amateur, since they kept throwing out jargon like lumens and f-stops and whatnot.
Brandon and Deshawn came across as naturals. They both seemed to know how to pose with both their bodies and their expressions. They had sort of a sultry chemistry, though they acted as if being their being naked was no big deal, with their dicks flopping around and their asses on full display.
I had to wonder if Deshawn used the same techniques to keep from getting horny. I did get the impression that he and Brandon had set professional boundaries: I was pretty sure they hadn't jacked off and fucked the way Brandon and I had. Or were they just that good at hiding it?
I watched those boys show off their skin as long as I could, but eventually I had to get ready for my own gig. I was modeling for a Dr. Harris's class, which was clear on the other side of the building, and it took me a minute to find it. I made sure to knock on the dressing room door, and when no one answered, I stepped inside.
This time, I felt like I was all business. After all, if Brandon and Deshawn could act like old pros, I could too, even if I didn't have the experience that they did. I just stripped down, threw my clothes aside, and put on my bathrobe. Then I stepped out into the classroom, waited for the class to start, and finally showed off my body for all to see.
I was in front of a sculpting class, so the students were working with mounds of clay. I heard a guy smack a piece of clay on his tabletop, and he started rolling the clay into a cylinder.
I couldn't help wondering if this guy was sculpting my dick. I wanted to think so, though he could just as well be sculpting any number of things. But I tried not to think about that, since I was trying my damndest to stay soft.
At some point I recognized the Mexican couple in the class. They were the same guys I'd seen before, the ones who'd been sitting with Levi. I had to wonder if they were all friends, and if so, what they might talk about. I would think that gay art students would gossip about their models... but that made me a little nervous, since it made me wonder what they might say about me.
Regardless, I kept it professional, so I just stood there without moving a muscle. I gave those boys plenty of time to sculpt whatever parts of my body they wanted, in any number of poses. By the end, I was definitely ready to sit down.
When I got back to the dressing room, I found a text waiting from Brandon.
I'm so fucking horny, he wrote. Dr. Harris wouldn't let me sit in on your class. Though that might be a good thing.
I couldn't help but chuckle. I just responded-- Lol!-- then put my phone down and started getting dressed.
I'd just pulled up my pants when my phone buzzed again. I was gonna suggest going to Thaxters again, Brandon wrote. But maybe you just wanna come back to my place?
Oh hell yeah! I texted back.
Just make sure you use the side door again.
Ok, I wrote as I threw on my shirt. On my way. And with that, I grabbed my stuff and hurried away.
When I got to Brandon's place, he buzzed me into the building, and I knocked on his door. "It's unlocked," he said from inside. "Come in."
I opened the door, but at first I didn't see him. I stepped inside and looked around. "Where are you?" I asked.
"In the bedroom," Brandon said.
I walked across the living room, and then I saw him. Brandon was already naked, lying in bed, with a bottle of lube at his side.
"Hey stud," he said. "How about you make yourself comfortable?"
"Ha!" I said. "I see you're cutting to the chase...."
"Not exactly. I said hours ago that anything more would need to wait till later. And now here we are." With that, Brandon stood up and gave me a soft kiss.
"Mm," I said as I responded in kind, and I ran my tongue along Brandon's lips. I also ran my hands down his back till I got to his ass. I traced his crack with my fingers, then massaged both of his globes.
"I'm glad I got you to come back for more."
"Of course," I said as we kept making out. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Well," he said, "you did get to see some other meat on display."
"Uh huh," I chuckled. "Is that what got you so horny?"
"Ha!" Brandon said, and he broke off the kiss. "Let me put it this way. Deshawn's body is great to look at, but yours is the one I want to play with." He slid his hands under my shirt. "Speaking of which... let's get you out of these clothes."
I let Brandon pull my shirt off. By this point getting naked felt more natural than ever: I yanked off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, basically in one quick move.
"Atta boy," he said. "I've been wanting to see this body so bad...."
"Did they seriously not let you in my class?"
"They're not supposed to," Brandon said. "Not when there's a nude model. Jean-Jacques was actually breaking the rules for you... not that I minded of course."
I kissed Brandon again. "You could've told Dr. Harris you'd already seen the goods...."
"Ha!" Brandon said as we made out. "I might as well tell him that dick has already been inside me... I'd get fired so fast...."
I broke off our kisses, though I kept my face next to Brandon's. "Here's what you missed," I said. Then I stepped back and struck one of my poses.
"Mm," Brandon said. "I'd sculpt that... though I don't think anything would live up to the real thing."
I laughed. "You're just trying to get some."
"Guilty as charged," he replied. Then he put his arms around my waist, pulled me closer, and kissed me again.
Our dicks jousted together, and I reached down to caress his shaft. I ran my fingers from his cockhead to his balls, while I kept my lips intertwined with his.
Brandon gasped with pleasure, and I felt his body shiver a little. I kept my hand on his package, barely dabbing at his skin, just enough to make him want more.
Then I kissed Brandon on the chin, and I started making my way down his neck. I flicked my tongue against his Adam's apple and traced the groove between his pecs. I eased him back down on the bed, nibbled on his treasure trail a little, and finally wrapped my lips around his dick.
"Oh shit," Brandon said.
I savored his meat as it slid in and out of my mouth. I tasted a hint of pre-cum, though it only lasted for a second till the taste of his flesh took over. I buried my nose in his pubes, and I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat.
"Woah," he said, "fuck...."
I didn't miss a beat as I gave his dick the show it deserved. I sucked it as hard as I could, massaging it with my lips and my tongue, and I rotated my head as I bobbed up and down.
Brandon was trying to stay quiet, though he couldn't resist letting out a few moans. I couldn't see the look on his face, but I could sure as hell feel him squirming beneath me.
I let Brandon's cock pop out of his mouth, and I stuck my face in his balls. I breathed in deep, and I savored the scent of his man musk. Then I moved my head back and forth, so his ballsack ran across my cheek, my nose, my eyes, and my mouth.
"Yeah," he gasped. "You like those balls...."
"Hell yeah I do," I said, "and I can't wait for you to empty them again...."
"Fuck," he said again, and then his voice trailed off. He ran his hand down his chest, then caressed the back of my head.
I licked Brandon's left nut, gently at first, and then I swirled my tongue around it. After that, I locked my lips around it and gave it a nice suck. I looked up at Brandon's face, making sure he was enjoying it, and I made him spread his legs even further. Then I spit out that ball and moved on to the other.
"Oh Josh," he said, "I wanna fuck you so bad...."
"Yeah?" I said, though my voice was muffled from what I had in my mouth.
"Yeah dude...."
I sucked Brandon's right nut some more, and I gave it a kiss. Then I kissed his left nut, just for good measure, as I ran my hands up his abs.
"That feels so fucking good...."
I took my lips off his package, and I looked him right in the eye. "You wanna have your way with me?"
"Fuck yes," he said as he got up and grabbed my body. He turned and threw me so I was face down on his bed.
Before I could react, I felt Brandon's hands spreading my butt cheeks apart. A split second later, I felt his face pressing into my cheeks, and his tongue started flicking my hole.
"Mm," Brandon said as he rimmed me. I couldn't see his face, but I could definitely feel his tongue massaging my flesh.
A tingle rippled through my body. "Oh yeah," I gasped. "Keep doing that...."
Brandon did as he was told, and his lips kept working my ass. He forced his tongue in my hole, and then he ran it in a circle. He seemed to know just how to pleasure me and make my body want more.
"Fuck me," was all I could say.
Brandon pressed his face deeper into my ass. I could feel his nose pressing into my crack, and his square jaw caressing my taint.
"Oh shit...."
Brandon smacked my ass and pulled his face back. Then he flipped me over so I was lying on my back. He lubed up his cock, then positioned himself between my legs, and he teased my hole with his cockhead.
"Do it," I gasped as I shivered with anticipation.
Brandon leaned down and kissed me again. He seemed to be drawing things out as long as he could.
As we made out, I felt Brandon's boner throbbing against my taint, which only made me want him that much more. The warmth of his skin was so fucking sexy, not to mention the weight of his body as it pressed against mine.
Eventually Brandon broke off the kiss and pulled back. I spread my legs wider to give him better access, and I looked down to see him aiming his dick at its target. Then, at long last, he eased himself inside me.
"Oh yeah," I gasped. My first thought was that it was like my jack-off fantasies, as I felt his rock-hard cock impale me. My sphincter welcomed his manhood by squeezing it nice and tight, and the rest of my body just savored the sensation.
Brandon's eyes met mine. He kept it slow for the first few thrusts, but I knew he wanted to go faster, and I wanted him to fulfill his fantasies too. I thrust back against him, signaling that I could take it. Brandon got the hint, and his body started smacking against mine, over and over and over, as I felt his rod pistoning in and out of me. The next thing I knew, he was pounding away, fucking my ass like nobody's business.
"Awwhttp://www...."
"Fuck," he said, "your ass feels so good...."
Those words were music to my ears. I wanted to make him cum harder than he ever had before-- including all the times he'd pulled his own pud. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him tight. I watched every flutter in his eyes, and I listened to every little vibration in his voice, keeping track of what was making him feel good. And I responded accordingly.
"Oh fuck Josh...."
I gyrated my body some more, working his dick with my innards. I couldn't stop thinking back to our jack-off session from before, since it felt like we were both getting what we'd been craving: Brandon pounding away, and with me getting it good. We probably would've both nutted in seconds if we hadn't already gotten off.
"Your ass feels so good...."
"And so does your dick."
"Oh God... aw shit...."
I could tell Brandon was getting closer, so I clenched my butt cheeks, and I tried to milk his dick with my sphincter. I also used my free hand to play with Brandon's ass, tracing his crack and playing with his hole.
"Mm baby," Brandon said as he shoved his lips against mine, and we went back to making out.
I wanted to make it the sexiest makeout sesh I could, so I tried to imagine how Brandon would want to kiss Doug. I massaged his lips with mine, and I moved my tongue in circles around his. By now both of us were breaking out in sweat, groaning and gasping, with our bodies battering together.
"I'm gonna cum," Brandon said between kisses. "Omigod--"
"Yeah dude," I said, and I grabbed his butt with an iron grip, making sure he couldn't pull out. I couldn't wait to get his juicy load inside me.
"FUCK!" Brandon yelled as I felt his body shudder, both inside and outside of mine. Then, a split second later, I felt him fill me up, with one shot of man milk after another.
"Yeah," I gasped as I broke off our kiss, grabbed my cock, and took myself over the edge. I kept my legs wrapped around Brandon, and I let out a few more gasps-- "oh God! oh God!"-- before my primeval instincts took over, and my dick started shooting.
"Oh yeah," Brandon said as ropes of my cum hit his body. Some of it got caught in his chest hair, though some of it dripped off onto me.
"Fuck," I said a couple more times till my dick stopped erupting. Then I made out with Brandon some more, and I felt my cum smearing on both of our bodies.
"Woah," he said between kisses. "I needed that so bad."
"So did I," I replied.
Brandon and I exchanged a few more kisses, till finally Brandon whispered in my ear. "Maybe we should make this more of a habit," he said.
"Yeah," I said. "We could make it a habit before work...."
Brandon paused and bit his lip. "You mean...."
"Yeah, instead of jacking off before work, we could just as well fuck. We'd need to empty our balls anyway-- you said so yourself." I gave him another kiss. "And as much as I love jacking off... why limit ourselves?"
"Hm," Brandon said, but then his voice trailed off.
I could pretty much see the wheels turning in his head. I knew I was asking him to mix up a routine he'd been following for years. But he seemed to dig the sex as much as I did-- or at least I hoped he did.
"I'm up for whatever gets you off," Brandon finally said. "But we still can't risk getting caught. You heard about Doctor Moore?"
"Doctor Moore?"
"Google him," Brandon said. "It was a big scandal. He got caught sleeping with his models and students. The school got sued and everything. Which is why they're so damn paranoid now."
I chewed my lip. I didn't feel like our situation was comparable, but I agreed we couldn't risk it. "Don't worry," I said, "I've always been good at keeping secrets."
To be continued....