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When You Least Expect By Josh Blake
Chapter 31
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Jackson, happy birthday to you!"
We all gathered around the table in the dining room. In front of Jackson sat a huge, three-layer chocolate cake that mom had baked. Five candles were lit on top of the cake, each one representing a year of Jack's life.
At five years old, he wanted to be called Jack instead of Jackson. It was actually quite funny how he came to be called Jack. Most children have a hard time pronouncing certain words as they learn how to speak. Jackson was no exception. His first word was "Dada," and Braden and I both claimed to be the first to be addressed that way. These days, I was "Daddy" and Braden was "Dad." I'm not exactly sure how that came to be, but it is what it is.
When Jackson was learning to speak, we tried to teach him to sound out his name by saying "Jack" and then adding "son." He could say "Jack" just fine. But the "son" part gave him problems. Eventually, we just gave up. By the time he was old enough to be able to pronounce his full name correctly, everyone was calling him Jack.
Jack inhaled with deeply and then exhaled, blowing out all of the candles on the cake at one time before starting to laugh and clap at his own accomplishment.
"I did good, Daddy! I blew them all out!" Jack said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes you did, buddy! Now let's let Meemaw take this cake into the kitchen and cut it for everyone!"
"When do I get to open my presents, Daddy?" Jack asked.
"In a little while. We have to eat cake first!" I said.
Jackson's fifth birthday party was a pretty big affair. He had made several friends at the preschool he attended, so our house was currently overrun by rambunctious boys and girls who were anywhere from 4 to 5 years old. We had also befriended several of the neighbors in the almost five years of living in David's former home. Several of them and their children were in attendance at the party as well. Of course, Mark and Bonnie were there, as were David and Robert. David's grandson Ryan, who had become a part of our family as well, was there.
My former student Trey had also stopped by. We had remained close even after he graduated two years ago. He had been through a lot, but he was doing well and was attending classes at a local university and majoring in psychology. He planned to eventually become a psychologist and help those with mental illness.
"Dad, when is Uncle Austin coming?" Jack asked Braden
"He's on his way, baby. He and Lucas couldn't leave school as early as they had hoped."
After Braden and I adopted Lucas, he flourished and became a young man that Braden and I were both immensely proud of. He graduated in the top 10 of his class and earned a scholarship to Mississippi State University. His career plans had changed several times, but eventually he realized that he had a love for weather. He was majoring in meteorology and hoped to someday be a successful television meteorologist.
Austin was majoring in hospitality management at Cottonwood State University in Mississippi. He and Lucas had remained committed to each other, even though Austin went off to college a year before Lucas. He ended up there because of a baseball scholarship, and it was an opportunity that he couldn't refuse. Luckily, his school was only an hour away from Lucas's. They chose to split the difference and rented an apartment about halfway between the two schools so they could live together. Austin had one more year of school left, while Lucas had two years.
The doorbell rang just as Braden told Jack that Austin and Lucas were on their way.
"I'll get it!" Jack shouted, running toward the door. He opened it to find Austin and Lucas standing at the door, each holding a gift.
"Uncle Austin!" Jack shouted
"Here's my little buddy!" Austin said, putting the wrapped package down and hoisting Jack into the air. Jack threw his arms around Austin and held on tight.
"Hey, what about me?" Lucas said. "Don't you have a hug for your big brother?"
Austin put Jack down.
"No, you're a smelly poop face!" Jack yelled, laughing.
"I don't think a smelly poop face could do this!" Lucas said as he lunged for Jack. Jack giggled and tried to run from Lucas but being the clumsy five-year-old that he was, he tripped. Lucas snatched him up and hoisted him onto his shoulders and began to run around the house with him. This was a routine that Lucas had started when Jack was a little over a year old. Jack would beg for "LuLu" to carry him around on his shoulders.
"Lucas, bring him back in here so he can finish his cake," Braden said.
"Let's go get cake, buddy!" Lucas said, racing into the dining room with Jack on his shoulders.
"Please tell me it's Meemaw's chocolate cake," Lucas said.
"It is, indeed, dear," Mom said. "And I haven't had my hug yet!"
Lucas put Jack in his chair at the table, then walked over to hug Mom. She had really taken to Lucas after he came to live with us. She truly thought of him as a grandson, and he loved her as his grandmother. He still had a great relationship with Mark and Bonnie as well, although they were more like in-laws than grandparents to him.
"Ummm, Austin, would you like to explain the ring on your finger?" Bonnie asked. I looked over at Lucas, who tried to hide his hand, but not before I spotted a silver band on his finger as well.
"I told you we should have taken them off," Lucas said.
"We were going to tell you all, but we didn't want to overshadow the little guy's birthday party," Austin said. He walked over to the chair where Lucas was sitting and put both of his hands on Lucas's shoulders.
"We are engaged," Lucas said.
"Oh my gosh! That's wonderful!" Bonnie shouted.
"Congratulations, son," Mark said, patting Austin on the back and shaking Lucas's hand.
"So, when is the wedding?" Braden asked.
"We actually wanted to talk to you guys about that, but let's wait until after the party. This is Jack's time!" Lucas said, reaching over and messing up Jack's already messy brown hair.
"Lukie, what does `enraged' mean?" Jack asked.
"I think you mean `engaged,'" Lucas said. "It means that your Uncle Austin and I are going to get married. We'll be husbands just like your dads are."
"Will I ever get engaged? Me and Colby hold hands sometimes on the playground at school like you and Austin and Dad and Daddy. Does that make us boyfriends? Are we engaged?"
"Oh boy," Lucas said, "I'm going to let Dad or Daddy handle this one."
"I thought we had another ten years before we had to worry about this," Braden said with a laugh. He sat down in the empty chair next to Jack and picked him up and put him in his lap.
"No, baby, you and Colby are not engaged. You're not boyfriends, either. You might decide to have a boyfriend when you get older, but not right now. All you need to worry about right now is making friends and being the best little boy you can be. When you get older you will know if you want a boyfriend. Or maybe you will like girls and you want a girlfriend. Whatever happens, it'll be okay."
"Are you and daddy faggots?" Jack asked, innocently.
Braden drew in a deep breath. I fought back the urge to speak. Braden was doing a good job and I wanted to let him handle it.
"No, baby. That is not a nice word. Where did you hear it?" Braden asked.
"From Billy Sparks at school. He said that you and daddy are faggots because you live together and kiss each other and touch each other's butts." Jack giggled. "Do you touch daddy's butt?"
"Oh God," I mumbled.
"Jack, we will finish this discussion later, after your party," Braden said.
"Am I in trouble? I just asked if what Billy said is true." Jack looked like he was going to cry.
"No baby, you're not in trouble," I said, walking up behind Braden and Jack and putting my hand on Jack's back. "We just need to talk about this when everyone else is gone so it's just us. Hey, you haven't even opened your presents yet! Let's go do that!"
"Yay! Presents!" Jack yelled, leaping off of Braden's lap and running for the den where all the presents were stacked.
"I'm going to be having a talk with Jack's principal about Billy Sparks," I said.
"Just leave it alone for now," Braden said. "We'll talk to Jack and get it sorted out. Let's just have a good time. I know you're mad. But don't let him see it. He's too young to be burdened with our problems."
"You're right, babe. I love you," I said, kissing him on the lips. Just for good measure, I reached down and grabbed his ass and gripped it for a few seconds.
"Hey, what's that for?" Braden asked with a laugh.
"Just doing what Billy Sparks is going around telling people we do," I said, laughing.
By the time we all got into the other room where Jack's gifts were, he had forgotten the entire situation. That's one of the perks of being a kid. Jack received so many toys that I didn't know where we would put them all! There was ripped up wrapping paper all over the room from where Jack and literally destroyed it ripping it off the boxes. It was fun to watch him having so much fun.
Even though it was December, it was a very nice day outside with temperatures in the 60s. Jack and all his friends were able to go outside and play in the back yard. That gave him a chance to enjoy his new bicycle. Of course, he fell down a few times, but he'd get the hang of it soon enough.
The shorter days this time of year meant that darkness came earlier than Jack and his friends would have liked. By 6:00, all of Jack's friends had left. Mark and Bonnie had also gone home, but Austin and Lucas were still there, as were David and Robert. David and Robert were like an extra set of grandparents for Jack, so they were basically family.
"I think we should probably have a talk with Jack about what he said today," I said to Braden.
"Let's take him to his room and talk to him," Braden said. "I don't want him to get overwhelmed with everyone here."
"Good idea," I said.
"Hey buddy," I said to Jack. "Let's go up to your room for a little bit. Dad and I need to talk to you about something."
"Did I do something bad?" Jack asked, his bottom lip quivering like he was going to cry.
"No baby, you did not do anything bad," Braden said. "Daddy and I just need to talk to you."
"Okay," he said. I don't think he was convinced that he wasn't in trouble, but he complied and followed us upstairs to his bedroom.
Once we were in his room, we closed the door. Jack sat on his bed between Braden and me.
"You know you're not in trouble, right buddy?" Braden asked.
"Yeah, but it feels like I am," Jack said.
"Dad and I just want to talk to you about what you said today about Billy Sparks. What he said to you on the playground," I said.
"Oh, you mean when he said you and Dad are faggots?" Jack said, suddenly recalling the conversation.
"Yes, that's it," Braden said. "Jack, that's not a nice word and you should never use it. That is a word that mean people use to talk about men who love other men, like Daddy and me."
"But we also want to make sure you understand that Dad and I love each other very much. And us loving each other so much is what brought you here to live with us," I added.
"You mean like when Mrs. Wallace next door got really fat and then all of a sudden, she had a baby? Timmy told me that his mommy told him that it was because she loved his daddy very much and that it was their love that makes babies. Which one of you did I come out of?"
I looked at Braden. We were in way too deep here, but we had to give him answers. After Jackson's birth, his birth mother, Kiersten, had a mental breakdown. She had not had any contact with him. We sent Ginger, his biological grandmother, pictures and had invited her to come visit us, but she had stopped responding as well. It was a bad situation, and we wanted to protect Jackson from any negative situations.
"Well, that is how it works," Braden said. "But you didn't come out of either one of us. Men can't have babies. Only women can. A very nice woman had you so Daddy and I could love you."
"Oh, I think I got it. Was it Meemaw? Did I come out of Meemaw's belly? Or Nana's?"
"No baby, it wasn't Meemaw or Nana. It was a nice woman," I said.
"Where is she? Is she my mommy?" Jack asked.
"Well, yes, she is your mommy, but you have to understand that not all families have a mommy and a daddy. Some families have two mommies. Some have two dads, just like you. You have Daddy and me," Braden said.
"But what we really want you to understand, baby, is that everyone's family looks different. When people like Billy Sparks say mean things, that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with it. They just don't understand. You have two dads who love you very very much," I said.
"So, Uncle Austin and Lucas are going to get married like you and Dad?" Jack asked. "Does that mean they will love each other so much that a nice woman will make a baby for them too?"
"Yes, they are going to get married. And if they want to, they might get a baby of their own one day."
"Okay, that would be fun. It would be fun to have another baby to play with," Jack said.
"You think so?" Braden asked. "What if Daddy and I got you a little brother or little sister. Would you like that?"
"Yeah!" Jack exclaimed. "I think that would be fun! But don't get a girl. Girls are yucky!"
Braden and I both laughed. "Yes they are buddy. Yes they are," Braden said.
"Well, let's see what happens," I laughed. Come on, let's go back downstairs with everyone else. Braden and I both hugged and kissed Jack.
I walked into work on Monday morning and was greeted by my secretary, Anita.
"Good morning, Dr. Patterson! How was your weekend?" Anita asked.
"It was great. We had Jack's birthday party on Saturday. I don't suppose you want to see some of the pictures?"
"You know I want to see all the pictures!" Anita said. "But Mr. Anderson has already called and asked for you to call him when you get in."
"Let me go handle that," I said.
I walked into my office and took off my coat, hanging it behind the door. I put my briefcase down and looked toward my desk. "Dr. Josh Patterson" read the nameplate on my desk. It was still hard to imagine that I had made it this far.
"Superintendent's office, Anita speaking," I heard Anita say outside my office.
That's right. I was the superintendent. I had been on the job for the last six months. After finally moving in with Robert full time, David had decided that it was time to retire. His age played a role, but so did his health. Some new heart problems made him realize that the stress of the job was more than he could handle.
The school board decided they wanted a young, innovative superintendent to replace David. They wanted someone with vision who could put our district on the map. If you're thinking I was their choice, you'd be wrong.
David pleaded with the school board to hire me as the next superintendent. Not because we were such close friends, but because he honestly thought I'd do the best job. At 35 years old, I was not exactly young, but I was young to be considered for the position of superintendent. I had just finished my doctorate and had been a principal for three years when David announced his retirement. I was granted the courtesy of an interview, which I thought went very well. But ultimately, the school board selected a man from Ohio who came in and persuaded them that he was the man for the job and that he could put our district on the map. Oh boy, did he do just that.
Dr. Alejandro Vickers had only been on the job for about six months when we made the news. And it was not for good reasons. He had decided that he wanted to bring one of his friends from Ohio in to be his assistant superintendent. His assistant wasted no time in attempting to sexually harass several female teachers and administrators, which led the school board to terminate him.
His next move was to demote one of the female principals in the district who had top test scores at her school. He made the comment to her that she was too old to handle the job and that he wanted a male in that position. She wasted no time in filing age and sex discrimination lawsuits, which she won, costing the district over a million dollars and earning her a comfortable retirement in Florida.
The final straw was when he was caught up in some shady financial dealings involving throwing high dollar contracts for construction and other projects to family members and friends. After a year and a half of his so-called leadership, the school board dismissed him in an emergency called meeting. In the same meeting, they named me as the interim superintendent. After two months and several meetings with the school board president where he begged me to take the position permanently and apologized profusely for overlooking me the first time, I was named the permanent superintendent. I was able to negotiate a substantial salary increase along with a five-year contract. I then hired my assistant principal and friend, Devin Anderson, to be my replacement as principal.
"Devin, what can I do for you today?" I asked when he picked up the phone.
"I was just going to see if you were coming by anytime this week. I want you to see some of what we have going on. I don't know if you know, but I hired this new math teacher who is doing a killer job!"
"Oh, you don't say. And who might that be?"
"Some young kid named Braden Patterson," Devin said with a laugh. "No, seriously, I want you to come see him in the classroom. I know you live with him and all, but you need to see him teach. I've never seen kids more excited to learn math."
After graduating from college three years ago, Devin had started teaching in another school district. With David leaving and with me still being principal, he couldn't work for me. When I was promoted and in turn promoted Devin, he had the opportunity to come teach and coach baseball at my former school. At 25 years old and sporting a beard, the girls were definitely entranced by him. I have no doubt that some of the boys were, too. I have to admit that when I saw him wearing his well-fitting dress slacks that accentuated his ass and a slim-cut button down shirt, it was all I could do not to rip his clothes off of him.
"I'll try to get by there today," I said.
"Sounds good. If you need me, just call my cell. I'm still trying to get a good secretary since you took Anita away from us," Devin said.
"You still can't find anyone? Let me see what I can do to help out with that," I said.
"I appreciate it. Thanks, Josh," Devin said.
I ended the call and took out my cell phone and went into the contacts. I scrolled to the B section and hit Brodie's contact and my phone called his number.
"Hello Boss!" Brodie answered after a few rings. "I'm currently changing the sheets on your bed. What the hell did you guys do in here last night?"
"I'm sure you'd like to know," I said. Brodie had been our housekeeper since we moved into the house almost five years ago. He was my former student, and he worked for the moving company on the days he didn't work for us. He did a phenomenal job, and he was always on time. I had never considered letting him go, and mom and Braden were surely going to kill me for what I was about to do.
"Brodie, I have a question for you. Have you ever thought about being a secretary?"
"I can honestly say I have not. What does a secretary even do? Do you mean like in a school?"
"Yes, in particular being the secretary to the principal at a school. You would answer his calls, handle emails, schedule meetings, and handle some paperwork. I know you're great with technology and you're reliable. That's two of the things he needs most."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" he asked.
"Absolutely not. In fact, I don't know who I would get to replace you. But this is a full-time job with benefits. I know you need benefits. And you can still go to school at night. Why don't you just interview for it and see what happens?"
"Alright, I'm down. Hey, if it does work out, do you think you'd want to hire my little brother Jordan to be your new housekeeper? He just graduated high school last year, but he hasn't found a job yet."
"Is he anything like you?" I asked.
"He's not gay," Brodie said.
"That's not actually what I meant," I laughed. "I just meant is he reliable and would he do the kind of job you do? And since he's not gay, would he be okay with some of the things you see and clean up?"
"Oh yeah, he's cool," Brodie said. "He won't have any problems with it. He knows I'm gay and he's doesn't care."
"Well, let's see how you and Mr. Anderson feel after your interview. I'm going to send him your contact information. He'll call you to schedule something."
I felt sure that once Devin interviewed Brodie, he would like him. Having a male secretary might be unconventional, but above all else, a secretary needed to be loyal and reliable. Brodie fit that description.
I would definitely miss seeing Brodie around the house. He was definitely easy on the eyes. While I remembered having him as a student, the fact that he wore a hoodie most of the time and that I didn't look at my students in that way left me with little memory of what Brodie looked like in high school. When Braden and I first met him nearly five years ago while he was packing our house for the move, he had his brown hair buzzed off short. He had good muscle tone and was buff without overdoing it. His hair was longer now. It was parted down the middle and combed backward so that it flowed down the back of his neck. It was really a sexy look on him.
We knew that Brodie was gay. He had boyfriends off and on, but they were never very serious and rarely lasted long. After a breakup, he was usually down for a day or two but then he was back to normal.
As time went on, Brodie became like a member of the family. During the day when it was often just Mom and Jackson at home, Brodie would help her out with anything she needed. Jackson really liked him, too.
On several occasions, we asked him to stay for dinner. There were inevitably drinks involved, especially if it was a Friday night. After drinking, Braden and I would not allow him to drive home, so he would stay in one of the guest rooms. He picked his favorite room, and it became `Brodie's room.'
It was on one of these nights about two years ago that something interesting occurred. I woke up about two in the morning and decided to go check on Jackson. By this point he was almost four years old, so he usually slept through the night just fine. Braden and I still checked on him, though.
I walked past the stairs and past Lucas's empty bedroom. I glanced down the stairs and noticed a light coming from the direction of the kitchen. Thinking that Mom might be up, I quickly looked in on Jackson, and seeing that he was fine, went to see what Mom was doing up.
I entered the kitchen to find that Mom was not up, but Brodie was. He was shirtless, and I could see that he was quite hairy with a nice dusting of brown hair over his chest and pecs, down his abdomen, and into his underwear. He had a tattoo of a fleur-de-lis on his right pec muscle, which I later found out he got on a trip to New Orleans a couple years prior. His underwear were black briefs that gripped and accentuated his firm ass. When he turned around to see who was coming, I could see that they accentuated what was obviously a large cock stuffed in the pouch of his briefs.
"Oh, hey boss, I hope I didn't wake you up. I just needed some water," Brodie said. He reached up to scratch his head, giving me a great view of his hairy armpit. I could feel my cock start to swell looking at this gorgeous man.
"You didn't wake me up. I got up to check on Jackson and I saw the light on. I thought Mom was up."
"That was some meal your Mom made tonight. Thanks again for letting me stay over. I really enjoy hanging out with you guys," Brodie said.
"Yeah. We enjoy you, too," I said. I was entranced looking at his cock in his underwear.
"See something you like, boss?" Brodie asked, moving closer to me. "Go ahead and touch it if you want. I don't bite. At least not hard." Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was moving toward Brodie's package. Suddenly, the realization of what I was about to do hit me and I recoiled my hand.
"I'm sorry Brodie, I don't know why I did that. I can't do this. Braden and I don't do anything with other guys. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry."
"Damnit, I'm sorry too, boss. God, I'm such an idiot. I should have never came on to you. I would never want to do anything to hurt you or Braden after you've been so good to me. I don't know what I was thinking."
"I know what you were thinking." Brodie and I both jumped and were startled to see Braden standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "You thought you could get some with my husband."
"Braden..." I started.
"Hush, Josh. I'm not mad. I don't blame you. Damn, look at him," Braden said. "Brodie, have you ever had a three-way?"
"No..." Brodie said, hesitating.
"Do you want to?" Braden asked. Brodie looked at me. I looked at Braden.
"Are you saying you want to have a three-way with Brodie?" I asked.
"Why not? We haven't done anything like that since we hooked up with that guy on Grindr several years ago. It's not like he's a stranger. And it's the two of us together, so it's really just us having fun."
"Well shit, I can't say no to having some fun with you two studs," Brodie said. "I'm down if y'all are."
"Josh, do you want to?" Braden asked. "We don't have to. Only if you want to."
"Yeah, let's do it," I said, suddenly lost in Braden's eyes. I grabbed him and kissed him deeply. "Let's go upstairs."
Brodie followed Braden and me up the stairs to our bedroom. Braden and I were wearing our pajamas, which consisted of athletic shorts and t-shirts. Brodie was only in his briefs. As soon as we closed the door, knowing I had Braden's blessing, I finally reached out and grabbed Brodie's package through his briefs. It felt massive and alive. It was like gripping an anaconda. I couldn't resist then putting my hand inside his briefs to grasp the monster with my bare hand. I was first met with a handful of pubic hair. I used my other hand to pull down Brodie's briefs, exposing his huge penis. His pubes were ungroomed. He had quite a large bush. His cock was a sight to behold. It was at least eight inches of thick, circumcised, prime, grade A penis. His balls were hairy and were the size of chicken eggs. I grabbed them with my free hand, and they filled up the palm of my hand.
I led Brodie to the bed and pushed him backward. His cock protruded obscenely from his body. I wanted it in my mouth. I grabbed the base of it in my fist and jerked him up and down a few times, then put his cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum on my tongue. Since he was so large, I couldn't get the entire thing in my mouth without gagging, but he wasn't complaining about what I was doing.
Braden had slipped out of his clothes and was now completely naked. He straddled Brodie's torso and moved himself up, so his cock was even with Brodie's mouth. Brodie wasted no time in pulling back Braden's foreskin and engulfing Braden's uncut cock in his mouth. He told us later it was his first time sucking an uncut cock.
Brodie's hands were grasping Braden's ass. Brodie squeezed his ass with both hands, much like a man might squeeze a woman's breasts from behind. He moved his fingers until they were in Braden's crack. He located Braden's hole and worked a finger inside to the first knuckle. This gave me an idea. I wanted to taste Brodie's ass.
I pulled off of Brodie's cock and lifted his hairy legs. Braden caught on to what I was doing and used his arms to hold back Brodie's feet, opening up the boy's crack for me. One of my favorite things about rimming ass is the scent of the guy's ass. I was used to Braden's scent. It was like an aphrodisiac to me. Whenever Braden wanted to have sex, he had been known to run his finger up his crack to collect his scent then place it under my nose. I was instantly hard when he did this. It was a clean, yet musky scent and unmistakably Braden. Braden's ass was the only ass I had sniffed or rimmed in several years.
Brodie's ass was, like the rest of him, quite hairy. His crack was lined with dark hair, and his anus itself was a purple-ish pink color. I inhaled, getting a whiff of his aroma. I could definitely smell body wash, so it was good to know that he was clean. But then I smelled the scent that was Brodie. It wasn't Braden's scent, which I prefer, but a powerful, boner-inducing scent, nonetheless. After enjoying his scent for a few seconds, I started licking up and down his crack and into his hole. He was moaning around Braden's cock.
After several minutes of tossing his salad, I wanted to fuck Brodie. However, since Braden and I didn't use condoms, we didn't buy them. I didn't know who Brodie had been with well enough to fuck him bareback.
I inserted a finger into his hole, causing him to moan.
"Fuck me, boss, please fuck me," Brodie said.
"I want to, but we don't have any condoms. Sorry to be a buzzkill," I said.
"I have some. They're in my car. Let me run out and get them," Brodie said.
"Put some clothes on first. The neighbors might call the cops," Braden said.
Brodie ran to his room, got dressed and grabbed his keys, then ran to the car.
"Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday," Braden said. "I saw how much you wanted him. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him too."
Brodie came back into the room with a box of condoms. He was quickly naked again and on his back with his legs up. I rimmed him for a few more minutes before lubing his ass and my cock, which was now covered in a condom. I remembered now how much I hated these things, but they were necessary for times like this.
I entered Brodie with relative ease. I had assumed that with such a large cock he would be a top. But his ass, while tight, was no stranger to a cock.
At Brodie's urging, Braden had now positioned himself into a squatting position over Brodie's face. Brodie was eating Braden's ass out as Braden sat on his face. That gave Braden the perfect position to stroke Brodie's cock while I fucked him. Brodie was moaning profusely around Braden's ass. I knew he had to be enjoying eating it. I know I sure did.
Pretty soon, I felt myself getting ready to cum. There was no need to warn Brodie since I was wearing a condom, but my moans gave it away as I busted inside him.
After I pulled out, Braden put a condom on and took his turn fucking Brodie. While Braden fucked him, I started sucking his massive cock again. Braden's cock was hitting Brodie's prostate, just like mine did. After several minutes of this, coupled with me sucking Brodie's cock, Brodie announced that he was about to cum. I pulled my mouth off his cock and started vigorously stroking him. Within seconds, his cock erupted like a fountain, spraying cum everywhere. I don't know if I had ever seen such an explosive orgasm.
"I'm cumming too!" Braden yelled, filling the condom inside Brodie's ass.
We all collapsed on the bed, exhausted after our fun.
"Fuck that was amazing," Brodie said. "I just feel sorry for whoever has to clean this mess up."
We all started laughing.
"We'll all do it tomorrow," I said. "Let's just get some sleep for now. You might as well stay in here with us."
The three of us snuggled up together in our king size bed with Brodie in the middle and fell asleep.
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