MENTORING BRANDON
By Bob

Chapter 2 : My ambition cum True !

A knocking on the door - FINALLY !

My heart had been pounding for quite some meter and now was nothing different. I began to walk to respond the door when Dave jumped out of his meaninglessness and ran over. As he opened the room access, I saw Brandon standing there in the hallway.

'' Hey Dave. What 's up ? '' the phonation I had been waiting for resounded.

'' Not much guy, just doing some crap for history, '' was Dave 's reply.

'' Yea, hear that. Actually I need to talk with Bob about my scientific discipline. He has Mr. Knop and I know that he can give me some pointers. '' Wow, what a job I thought to myself.

Dave opened the doorway wider and pointed to me standing by the windowpane. I wondered if he could see the anticipation in my representative, much less the hard cock that was very manifest in my trouser. He let Brandon in and walked back to his desk.

'' Hi Bob. Hey, can you avail me with this Irish bull I have for science. Knop is killing me with this assignment. ``

'' Sure, Brandon, '' I replied trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

How was he doing it or was he not as stir as I was about what mightiness happen shortly. `` seminal fluid on over here and I 'll see what I can do for you, '' I said with a sly smiling which I know he saw.

'' Hey, could you come to my room. I left my material there. Did n't know if you 'd be here, '' he said without hesitation. Man, he was good.

I gathered my Good Book ( for what I have NO estimation ) and walked toward him. His room was kiddy-corner from my room so it took us all of 5 seconds to get to his door. For some grounds he had locked his door and fumbled in his pocket for the key. NOW he seemed a bit nervous as my blood imperativeness was rising thinking being alone with him, in his room, near his bed.

As the door opened, Brandon stepped back and let me go in first. He followed with his right hand on the doorknob and closed it sharply as he stepped in. With his left hand, he grabbed my arm and sweep me around as I heard the door shot shut. Suddenly, both arms were around me holding me close as his lips contacted mine in a kiss. A modest kiss - very blue - that sent shivers up my spine.

I dropped my notebook and place my arms around his. I was n't going to let him be the merely one that was able to make someone close. My snog to him was much deeper, much more passionate. He never resisted a bit and his knife and mine again, began exploring each other.

'' I do n't recognise what took you so long to amount over, Bran. I was going crazy intellection you would n't want me here. ``

'' Oh, Bob, that NEVER crossed my creative thinker, '' he retorted. `` Had to read a letter from my mom and then yell her. matter are going wild back home. ``

'' Oh, I 'm gloomy. I did n't mean to think only of my ... .. ''

He interrupted me with a kiss so sweet I have never forgotten the moment.

'' You ca n't call back of yourself anymore than I have been thinking about you in the past 2 time of day, '' he exclaimed. `` Actually anymore than I 've been thinking about you in the past 2 calendar month, to be honest. ``

'' The yesteryear two calendar month, '' I thought to myself. He has been thinking of ME for that long. red cent ! What a waste of prison term we share in that.

'' I 'm gladiola we did too, `` is all I could say.

We stopped hugging for a spell as he held my paw and led me further into the room. As his roommate was gone for the semester due to some family problems, Brandon had taken over the stallion elbow room. He was like me, I could see. Not the full-strength of people, but did appear to have some illusion of order for his things.

His bed was semi-neatly made, while the former bed was being used as an surplus actor's assistant. All his apparel, plum I assumed, were folded on the bed. A lot easier to get to when running for socio-economic class after waking up late, I thought. Above his desk was a poster of some Greco-Roman style wrestling. I had no estimate who it was, but I would throw to let in they were very sexy.

As my eyes moved toward the turning point of the room, I could see he had a set of liberate weights lying on the floor. I walked over and picked them up.

'' Hmm, should we see if we can stay on what we started in the weighting way, '' I offered with a very panoptic smile on my face.

He looked at me with a grin even bigger than mine and moved toward me. `` sure as shooting, '' he said as his manus firmly gripped my crotch.

I put down the exercising weight and, since I was right next to his bed, grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned down till I was half-sitting on the mattress, my right hip and shoulder bearing OUR system of weights as we tumbled into each other 's arms. Here I was, with the boy I 've been fantasizing about, holding him on top of me as he was massaging my phallus and testicle so gently it was driving me to the brink.

As we settled down on the bed, I began to roll over and pinned his hand in my breakwater as I lay on top of him. I had never been so relaxed yet so delirious. I moved his handwriting so that I could feel my manhood against his. Our arm roamed all over each early 's body like a windstorm flowing through the tree diagram. We were caught up in a very carnal moment neither of us wanted to end.

He looked deep into my eyes with those gorgeous bluing eye piercing me with every blink. `` Bob, I do n't screw. I 've never done more than than jack-off thinking about another guy, '' he whispered. `` I know what I want, but ...., '' he clambered. `` But I do know that I want to be with you in a very special way. ``

That is all I really needed to hear. I again kissed him deep. My hand now stroking his blond fuzz every so gently. My tongue, being immersed into his mouth made me know what it was he wanted.

'' Brandon, '' I said. `` Let me love you. ``

I did n't want an resolution from him. His body told me all. He presented himself to me as if he had shouted `` TAKE ME ! NOW AND FOREVER. '' Here was the aggressor in the locker room, now he was submitting himself to me. Asking me with every column inch of his being to eff him.

I never had needed anyone to ask me anything twice, and I certainly was n't going to at this juncture. I straddled Brandon 's hips as I rose from our prone pleasure. As I did, I began to lift his jersey up over his heading. He did n't resist -- - as I was certain he would n't - and assisted me in taking it up and off. He hurled the shirt to the flooring as he strained to raise himself to snog me. Being so much heavier than he and placed in a very strategic daub, he found it difficult, but succeeded for a moment.

As he finished his little flock on the lips, I placed my hand on his dresser and pushed him back to the bed. My manus, still stroking the side of his head, reassuring him that things were all right. There he lay, bare chested. I leaned over and gave Brandon a kiss again. My straining cock I was sure he could feel on his thigh because it was bursting to get out of my drawers. After we kissed, I took my knife and glided it down to his right nipple.

Oh, did he jump ! It was not from surprise as much as from the piano touch that he was receiving. I swirled my glossa around his veracious tit as I slowly moved my stage back toward his ankle joint. I drew a consecutive melodic line between his tit with my tongue back and Forth River, swirl to swirl. His oculus were now closed, so I knew that something was going right.

I slowly moved down his stomach to his belly release. I could tell by Brandon 's initial reaction that he was not ticklish, but extremely sore. As I had been playing with his mammilla and chest, my work force had been sliding into the elastic band stria of his shorts. They had all but been torn from his hip joint and were just covering the main course of all this action. I could feel by the pressure level of his peter on my pectus he was ready for anything that might transpire.

I was in heaven. I was here with a boy ... .no, MAN ... that was the object of my love. OR, was it lust ? I really believed it was not just the lustful thought process that I had been daydreaming about over the yesteryear weeks. I truly felt close to Brandon. Closer than any other person I had ever been with. Even though we had just really met this preceding good afternoon, I felt that I had known him and he had been part of my living forever.

His mitt were now on the back of my head, massaging it as he ran his fingerbreadth through my tomentum. My tongue was traveling down his soundbox, wanting to engulf his humanness. I could smell the musk he was emitting which I realized was so sweetness, -- so real.

Finally, there I was. I tried to lift up my forefront to search into Brandon 's center, but he kept the pressure level on, making it very difficult. It was then I knew what he wanted and I was not about to refuse. I knew that was what I wanted, also -- - OH so very much ! I could feel the pulsating of his shaft as my cheek pressed against it.

I slowly move my mouthpiece down from his low-spirited abdomen and was not surprised to see a glistening glans as he was oozing pre-cum so generously. I took my tongue and licked a free fall or two. My foremost picture to sex with this gorgeous boy was to taste his juices that were so sweet it tasted like love direct from the hive.

I took my natural language and slowly rimmed the head of his turncock. This was my first very look at him and it was antic. He was semi-thick and 7 '' of hard steel was now set before me. I licked up and down the shaft making it shine with the potpourri of saliva and pre-cum.

As I came to his globe, I could n't help but take each into my mouth and roll them around. He was so double-dyed, EVEN in this area. Each testicle was firm and his chemical reaction was untypical of anything that I had ever experienced. As I placed each into my mouth he would giggle -- - YES, giggle. It would be a lenient strait, but one that from that point after, when I heard made me bring in
that he was getting pleasure from what I was doing,

I again moved up the quill to the head of this wonderful creature. I rolled the heading of his cock in my mouthpiece for just a few seconds, wishing it were forever. All this time, Brandon had his hand on my head, but now, was pulling, rather than stroking my pilus. It was a very pleasurable tactile sensation for me, even though it did ache some.

Finally, it was time to take ALL of him. I slid the head of his tool onto my palette as my tongue licked the `` V '' on the underside. I scooted myself onto my cubital joint, with my tongue guiding the underside of his cock deep into my rima oris. I could feel the line of descent rushing through his veins as this already slip arduous putz got even harder. Slowly it moved to the cover of my throat and then down the esophagus just slightly.

He was deep now -- cryptical enough for the muscles of my throat to set about to rub down the headspring of his peter. I kept him there for a while working the head as my hand now had complete restraint of his man globes. I massaged his chunk as I worked his cock in and out of the vertebral column of my throat. I could hear his breathing get heavy and quick. I knew, from experience, that he was about to
unload. I thought about stopping and making it last for the both of us, but I knew that would be brutal. Besides, we had all the time in the world and I was sure that I could add him to that point again.

As I worked faster and steady I knew it was a matter of sentence. I wanted him to cum in me -- - let me drink his juices. His balls were lifting and I knew they were ready to present to me the nectar that I sought.

Suddenly, a pain injection through my head. It felt as if I had stuck my fingerbreadth in an electric socket and my haircloth were standing on boundary. Brandon was pulling my hair out. He was forcing me OFF of him before I could impart him to an electrifying orgasm.

'' What ? Why did you pull my hair, '' I shouted, suddenly realizing what was happening.

He was out of breath and said, `` No, not yet ! I want US to hit the peek of our love together. ``

I suddenly realized that this was definitely more than lust. That what Brandon and I had was maybe not be intimate, yet, but more than just a sexual encounter. It was a belief we both had toward each early that wanted to create sure that each of us pleased the other.

He sat up in the bed taking his beautiful love tool far away from where it had been -- - in my mouth. He waved to me in a gesture saying, `` come in up here dear. Let me look at you totally. ``

As I moved toward him, his manus reached for my shortstop, which were still plastered to my body in the swither - except for what was pointing straight toward his torso. He took the waistband and pulled them down, motioning with his caput in an upward campaign telling me to stand up so he could need them totally off.

As they moved down toward my articulatio talocruralis, I took each foot and stepped out of my shorts. My cock was so hard, I did n't believe I could exact it much longer. He kicked off his boxershorts, which were still around his articulatio talocruralis and opened his arms wide. I lay down on top of him, our cock pressing against each other as we hugged. Our rosehip began moving in unison as we again kissed.

Brandon pushed me up and over to his slope. He turned, keeping contact with my chest of drawers, tummy and groin area with his oral fissure. He looked at my hard cock for the arcsecond time and said, `` Oh, man, you are gorgeous ! '' We laughed for a short consequence then he started to lick me as I did him. Oh, it felt so good !

We instinctively moved into the traditional `` 69 '' position. He started to go down on slowly as I did the same. My balls were ready to explode, but I knew I wanted this to end. My lip and his moved in sync over our matching genitalia. As we began to incite closer to a treble climax, our motion began to become faster and faster.

As if we could read each early 's mind, we slowed. I turned so that I was above Brandon fucking his mouth as I was sucking him harder and harder. The sound was deafening it was so tranquillise. We both enjoyed the taste and natural action that we were joining in with each other. I could hear his blink of an eye, although I 'm certainly that was the pulsating of the thick veins of his cock.

Suddenly I felt the muscles in Brandon 's branch tighten. I could feel his pelvic arch rising under my sass. Even if we had never been together, I knew that could mean only one thing. I had been holding back my own orgasm and now realized that I could let go and share myself with him.

'' Bob, Oh, Bob ! I want you so badly, '' I could hear in a mutter voice. It 's never slow to blab out with your backtalk stuffed with hard hot bod. I could finger his balls draw up as mine did. It would n't be prospicient before we shared our pent up emotions and cum. Oh, how I had dreamed of this moment. How I wanted to be portion of him as he wanted to be part of me. No, we were n't ONE, just yet, but I knew that was a issue of clip. Until that happened, I would be Thomas More
than happy with taking his source into me.

'' I 'm cumming, '' I heard faintly. But, I certainly did n't involve to suffer him tell me. I could feel the hot squirt hitting the back of my throat. After the beginning stab I could n't hold myself and let go. We both were now draining our Lucille Ball into each other. His thick sweet cum was flowing into my backtalk so a good deal that I could n't live with it all as I had wanted. Some flowed out of my mouth onto his blond pubic hair's-breadth and I cold smell the `` manly '' odor that I enjoyed so much.

I could feel myself pumping down deep into his throat, and could tell he was swallowing feverishly to keep up with the ebullition that had built up in me. I began to wind to the side, exhausted. I let his cock fall onto his belly, half-hard now and just gazed in astonishment at it beauty.

As I lay there in a blissful state, I realized that Brandon still has my dick in his mouth. He was sucking all so gently. I could n't consider he was trying to admit every last fall. Or ? Was he ?

His suction became more intense, more rapid. He was trying to get me hard again ! He was NOT done wanting to be part of me ! He was making sure that I stayed excited for another rung !

How could this lovely boy lying next to me with my cock in his mouth NEVER have been with another male before ? His technique was that of a master. He had me totally under his control, both physically and mentally. He was n't playing game at all, just enjoying being with me and loving me.

'' Oh, Brandon, Stop ! '' I muttered. `` I ca n't bear on, not yet. ``

I realized my feeble endeavor to end this seance. I really did n't need it to, but I felt things were moving too fast. As I lay there, I could see that he was rising again. He was physically asking me to stay on to please him as he was pleasing me.

'' Oh, underworld ! '' I thought. `` I ca n't resist this opportunity to be with the man of my dream. '' As these words raced through my mind, I leaned over and took Brandon again in my sass. This prison term, I put my hands around his ass and brought him faithful to me. I suddenly found my finger running up and down his crack. One finding his manhole that appeared to sop up me penny-pinching and
closer. It was like he wanted me to play with his hole. I instinctively rubbed and began inserting it into him.

I could n't conceive that 3 hour before this we really had NEVER spent anytime together off the football field. That we were at best, acquaintances, but now I knew we had been fan from a distance for quite some time. I know that I desired Brandon and it was apparent that he felt the same way toward me.

As we lay there sucking each other excitedly I could n't avail by feel that soon, very soon, we would be in the throws of another passionate episode in our new found relationship .