MENTORING BRANDON
By Bob

Chapter 8 : Did it Really Happen ?

I remember dreaming about what had happened all day. I was hurt, my roommate came out to me as to their love for each other and I had my low gear experience with a man inside me. It was a very interesting day. I knew that the twenty-four hour period to accompany could never quantify up to what this day had brought to my life.
There was a knock at the doorway. Not just a knock, but a banging that startled both Brandon and I out of a very deep eternal sleep. We both jerked up in bed and looked at each early ! !
'' Bob ! ! Brandon ! !, '' we both heard. `` I need to talk to you. ``
Brandon got up and went to the doorway. As he opened it, Jon, Tom 's brother, was standing there. He looked a little weird from where I lay in bed. As he entered the elbow room, he looked around and I 'm sure as shooting that he noticed that only one bed was being used. The look on his face showed even More confusedness.
'' What is going on here ! '' he shouted. `` offset, I ca n't get into the elbow room because the bolt is on and no one is answering the threshold. Do you know what is going on ? ``
'' Jon, I have no idea, '' I answered. `` We all went out and turned in too soon. I 'm not there so I do n't know anything about the deadbolt. ``
'' I 'm sorry, just very crocked, '' Jon said. `` And a short sot, I have to say. ``
'' Yea, could differentiate that, '' Brandon interjected.
'' And I have a question, cat. Are you sleeping on the floor, Brandon, or you guys sleeping together ? ``
'' Does it really matter to you ! '' Brandon said with disgust. `` And besides, it 's NONE of your occupation. ``
'' Hey, no problem with me, '' he said with a grin on his face that told me he knew more than we thought. `` Been there, done that ! ``
'' So, what can we do for you ? '' Brandon asked, obviously not being very nice to Jon.
'' Can I crash here ? '' he asked. `` Or, can you get me into the early room ? ``
Brandon gave me a very butt look. I knew what that meant for certain and I was n't about to offer Jon the opportunity to stay in the way, even though I had no problem with him there. He was an okay guy, from everything I could determine in the time I 'd known him. Plus, he was cute ! And, for a split indorsement I felt that he was interested in more than sleeping.
Did I really think that ? Did I really think he was cute and was interested in sex ? Here I was with my love and I was thinking about this cute 20-year-old wanting to bide with us for possible sex. I felt very sleazy at that moment and could n't conceive what was going through my mind.
'' I 'll run over and see what 's going on, Jon. come on ! '' I said as I made my way to the threshold. I was sitting on the bed, putting on my underclothes to see if I could get him into the room. As I was pulling them up, I stood up and noticed him looking at my private parts. It was n't a glance, but a stare. Fortunately I was n't hard.
As we got to the room, I started to put my key into the room access as it opened. Dave was standing there half-awake. `` Damn, Jon, I 'm bad, '' he said apologetically. `` personnel of habit. ``
'' It 's alright, Dave, '' Jon said. `` I had a bit too much to drink and I guess I got pissed. Knew that Bob was in with Brandon and thought I could crash there since I could n't get in. ``
'' Tom was walking toward the door by this meter. He saw his brother and told him to get in so they could all get some nap. I turned to get back to Brandon 's room and Tom followed me. `` Thanks for tonight, '' he said as he put his arm around my berm. `` Dave and I needed some time together. Where did you blackguard go for all that time ? ``
'' We hit the Park and Brandon showed me this great romantic situation. ``
'' Ah, he took you to the grass nook on the far face of the pond ? '' Tom asked.
'' Yep. It was really a smashing lieu. ``
'' Oh, I know, '' Tom said with a shit-eating grinning. `` Dave and I showed him that place last year. We spent a lot of time there together, all of us. ``
'' All of you ? '' I questioned.
'' Yes all three of us. We just enjoyed going there to get away from all the idiots cobbler's last spring and took Brandon with us, '' Tom continued. `` Brandon spent a lot of time with us finish yr. Keith was having problems with his kinsfolk and was a real bitch. Brandon did n't want to spend any time with him. They were assigned as roommates and Brandon was never very comfortable with Keith. You did n't recognise him well, did you ? ``
'' No, I did n't know him at all, to be honest, '' I replied. `` From what I could distinguish, he was very lull and was n't very friendly to me. But, on the same hand, either was Brandon, '' I finished with a grinning and a wipe of my brow to present him that I was gladiolus that that had changed.
'' wellspring, Keith hates fags, and Brandon was n't about to become favorable with him. It 's a yearn story how we all got together and something I think Brandon should tell you, '' Tom said as he began to head back to our way. He turned just before going into the door. `` Thanks again, Bob. You guy cable are great friends. ``
I opened the door to Brandon 's elbow room and walked int. As I closed it behind me, I noticed the desk lamp on adjacent to the bed. There was Brandon. Totally au naturel and spread-eagled on the bed, I did n't take in to be a rocket scientist to know what was on his mind. Of grade, I was the type of somebody that never wanted a good friend of mine to be disappointed, so as I made my way to the bed, I shed my underwear and jumped on top of him.
As I landed, our lip met. Our cocks, both concentrated by now, were pressed against each other. Our hips, instinctively, were moving to put pressure on both of them. Our kissed were much more passionate than to begin with, as I knew we were both into a lustful mood. Even though we had made love only a couple hours before, we each knew that we wanted another sitting to please each other.
Although I was heavier and adult than Brandon, he was very unattackable. He pushed me up after a minute of deep candy kiss. He scooted down a bit on the bed and squeeze his hips up. This motion made me make a motion up and I wound up straddling his pelvic girdle, with his voiceless cock behind me. He kept thrusting his hips until I was straddling his dresser. My cock, directly in nominal head of his mouth, felt a slender slug on the underside of the head. The impression that resulted moved through the synapses of my consistency to my brain. It was so delightful and I knew where I wanted my cock at that very moment.
Brandon also knew what I needed. He continued to roll his tongue around the head of my cock and finally clasped his sassing around it. My hips began to help him take away my putz in and out of his mouth. I felt myself deep in his throat. He was taking me bass and deeply with each thrust. I took my right hand hired man and spitting into it. I reached around my backbone and took hold of Brandon 's firmly cock. He gasped as I grabbed the head with the moist paw.
As I thrust, his hip joint moved up and down, helping my hand to make him very quickly. I could find my cock reach the binding of Brandon 's throat and he seemed to want Thomas More and more of it. My hand moved quickly up and down his cock without me moving in the least. His motility were doing it all. As caught up as I was in the tone of his back talk on my peter, I could experience the blood of his engorge him more than ever before. I could sense his formal tightening and the cum rising up the shaft of his cock as mine was rushing to the pinnacle of orgasm.
At that very moment, Brandon and I were a fine-tuned couple totally enthralled with each early. I wanted to unload into him because HE wanted that and I knew that he was aware of the fact that I wanted him to shoot his load in my manus because it was ME that wanted that to happen. Brandon was a giver as was I. The only if thing that mattered to either of us at that moment was that the other enjoy the sexual pleasures the early was providing.
Suddenly, I could no longer hold my shipment. I began to move my hips faster and faster. Without a tidings having to be spoken, I could feel Brandon doing the Saame, thrusting his 7 '' cock in and out of my hand. What, was lubricated by my saliva, a few moments previously, was now assisted by the pre-cum oozing out of the heading of Brandon 's penis. We were both so very fold to orgasm, but I believe neither of us wanted this to end. Simultaneously, we were trying to hold back the explosion, we both knew was undeniable.
My senses were beyond what they had ever been in my life. I let out a moan as I felt my commencement spurt hit the back of Brandon 's throat. At the same meter, I felt his turncock tighten and the first explosion soil between my shoulder blades. I continued to bed his rima oris till I was totally drained and kept my hand moving on his at the same time. I wanted to take every drop of sperm from him and give him all of mine. The coming for each of us lasted longer than I think either of us had ever experienced. It felt as if I kept cumming and cumming for more than a minute. Also, I sensed that he was cumming more than I had ever taken from him in the last few days.
I collapsed on top of Brandon with my peter still deep in his mouth. As I fell forward, I released Brandon 's putz and caught myself from smothering him completely. He kept working the head of my cock in his mouthpiece. I was always very spiritualist and did n't like my rooster touched after I came, but this was heaven. Actually, by him keeping my cock in his lip and continuing to suck did n't allow it to return to a flaccid state at all. To the obstinate, he not only stay fresh me hard, but also made me even harder. I could n't believe that it was happening, but it was a delight.
Brandon, without releasing my penis, rolled me onto my back. His hand began to act with my balls as his header bobbed up and down the light beam of my stopcock. I could feel the stemma rushing back into the shaft, producing a surd mound of shape, which was being sucked, continually, by my lover. I decided to succumb to him and allow him to take control condition.
And, that he did. I could feel his early handwriting slowly orbit toward my manhole. He began to massage my jam and inserted one finger as he maintained contact with my cock. I had never before had anything within me, with the elision of becoming unify with Brandon earlier that day. It was a very unusual, but extremely pleasant feeling. I heard Brandon murmur something, which I realized later was to just lay back and relax. However, at that precise moment, I was forgetful to anything else except what he was doing to delight me.
I could experience him massaging my prostate. Of grade, at that meter in my life I had no idea what that was, but remembering the experience, I now know that is what was happening. I could feel my clump tighten again and ready to blow up. His lip was furiously moving up and down the shaft of my tool, as his digit was rapidly inserting/exerting from my manhole. It was driving me out of my mind with pleasure and I did n't need it ever to end.
But like all good things, it had to end. And, oh, how it ended. I began to blurt out like I had never cum before. It seemed like minute that I released every cell that my testicles produced in my animation. My mind was reeling with many view.
First and foremost was how Brandon was making me palpate. I never thought I could sense so much pleasure given to me by another man, but I was wrong. My experiences had been ready and unemotional. The best feeling was the orgasm that I had gotten through past encounters. But this, well, the sexual climax was secondary here with Brandon. The love and lovingness that he was showing me filled my intact being to heighten the sexual joy I was receiving.
My second thought coincided with the initiatory. I loved the man that I was with. I truly LOVED him. I had never before thought about true love, but at that accurate instant, it was the one thought that pervaded my nous. Oh, the sex was bang-up, but the feeling of love that Brandon was expressing to me and the multiplicative inverse beloved that I felt was evident to Brandon, too, I believed.
As the last spurt was released from the headway of my pecker, I could hear the heavily ventilation from Brandon. He was swallowing and gasping at the same meter, but it was n't a sound of headache, but Sir Thomas More of contentment. I finally opened my middle, as they had been shut just to enjoy the gratification that Brandon was giving me. The first matter that I saw was Brandon looking deep into my eyes. I placed my hands on each English of his head and lead him up to me. We kissed and he shared what he drank from my loins with me. It was n't the first time I had tasted my sperm, but it was the first meter I tasted it as my buff gave it back to me.
We lay in each other 's arms for a brusque fourth dimension. His heartbeat and mine pounded against each former. The rhythm was in sync, as we both were becoming part of each other in many slipway. Our thoughts and feelings were as one as when we were parting of each other. It was an amazing belief to be with Brandon and I did n't recognise what I had done prior to meeting him.
Suddenly, both of us shot up. I had heard a sound by the door as had Brandon. It was dark in the room, and our eyes were n't quite sharpen enough to really see what or who was there. But there was a figure by the door and we both jumped out of bed and tried to turn on the desk light at the same time.
When the visible radiation came on, there, by the threshold was Jon. He was standing naked with his cock in his hand, stroking feverishly. Brandon and I looked at each former with first base, care, and then disgust. Neither of us could conceive what we were witnessing.
'' What the hell are you doing ! ! '' Brandon yelled.
'' Just finishing what you two started me doing, '' Jon said with a smile on his nerve, still standing there stroking his hammer as if he had n't been caught in the act.
'' Man, Jon, you pervert, '' Brandon continued. `` And why the hell are you in the room ? ``
'' I left my car Florida key here and came back for them. lilliputian did I know that you two would put on one infernal region of a display. ``
'' You can stop what you 're doing, '' I finally spoke.
'' Hey guy rope, it 's chill, do n't worry, '' Jon added. `` I sorta figured that you two were makin it together when I saw only one bed for sleeping. And, it was really hot watching you two. '' Jon continued to jack-off as if we were n't watching. To be honest, I was actually a bit transfixed on his onanism and the laisez faire attitude he was exhibiting.
'' Why do n't you stop that, '' Brandon yelled at Jon. `` We do n't involve to see that, jeez ! '' But Jon was totally out of it by this meter. His stroking became more pronounce and his breathing more intense. He was completing what he started when he walked in for his key fruit. He saw us, I was sure, during most of the activity that Brandon and I were involved in other. I knew it was a thing of time before he came all over the floor.
Brandon threw up his arms in disgust and walked back to the bed, lying on his belly with his cheek in the pillow. I, on the early deal, was riveted watching his hand slide up and down his hawkshaw. He was n't as big as Tom. Actually, he had a very small-scale penis, but was engrossed in his own self-stimulation.
The light was dim, but I could see the pre-cum oozing out of the brain. It was fascinating to me at that moment. I do n't know or remember why, but I was getting shake again. There I was, totally naked myself, and felt my peter rising. Brandon raised his straits and noticed my situation and slid off of the bed. He came over and wrapped his arms around me. I could tell by the poke that I received that Brandon, too, was again hard.
He wrapped his mitt around my hard cock and started playing with me. At the Lapplander metre, his hard cock found its way to the crack cocaine of my ass and was rubbing up and down the total length. Jon was watching and stroking even harder.
'' Let 's do it, '' Brandon whispered into my ear.
I shook my question and began to walk toward Jon with Brandon still clinging very close to me. If anyone was watching, I 'm sure they would ingest thought that two penguins were walking around the room the way we were moving. We got to Jon and Brandon released my stopcock and moved to the other side of him. We both knelt down and began to buss. The one divergence with this kiss than from any others we had shared was the fact that we had Jon 's dick between us.
We both extended our glossa around the rotating shaft. At the same time, we contacted each early 's glossa and a shock of electricity ran through me. I had cum for the second clock time in 30 minute of arc just a brusque piece ago, but I was laborious and horny again. And from the look of Brandon 's cock touching mine, he was in the same site.
I began to lick the duration of Jon 's peter as Brandon was sucking on his testicle. He had both of them in his mouth as I was sliding my mouth up and down Jon 's erect penis. I could see as I looked up that Jon was enjoying every second base of what we were providing to him. His head teacher was back, his eyes were shut and the expression on his side let me know that he was n't upset with what was happening.
Brandon and my centre met and instinctively we knew that it was time to trade places on this electric organ we were sharing. He began to bat up the shaft as I went down. Our lingua met halfway and we kissed. By this time, we also had hold of each other 's hawkshaw and were stroking slowly. I could enjoin his excitation by the ooze of pre-cum flowing from the headland of his turncock. I also knew that I was moist by the slippery feeling that I had from him moving his helping hand slowly along the beam of light and up above the forefront of my shaft.
I took one nut into my back talk as Brandon was flipping his lingua around the head of Jon 's peter. I could sense his balls raising in the scrotum which was a definite indication that he was very close to shooting his encumbrance. I could feel Brandon 's breathing place on my cheek as I took the second nut in my sassing and began to flap them around.
'' I'm….I'm…., '' we both heard coming from Jon 's mouth.
As he said that, we both realized what was soon about to bump. I released Jon 's balls and made my way up the quill to the head of his cock. When I got there, it happened. Jon shot a spirt so far, it hit the polar paries. At the same fourth dimension, Brandon and I were lapping up the cum that was being released. We were sharing Jon 's loading, kissing and licking as feverishly as possible. I could taste Jon 's sperm and the flavor of Brandon 's sassing at the same fourth dimension. Jon 's cock was softening as Brandon and I could feel each other 's edifice to climax. It was very commove, to the point that both Brandon and I shot a load on each other almost at the same clock time as Jon was completing his orgasm.
With only the lamp near the bed on, we all could see the pleasure in each former 's reflection. Brandon and I had shared another `` initiative '' with each other. A three-some was n't anything that we had planned, but just happened. And, it happened with my best ally 's Brother. Without a Word of God, Jon pulled up his underwear, turned and left the way.
At that precise second, I woke up. I was in bed with my fan in my arms. It was aurora as I could see the light shining through the windowpane. I looked around the room to the recess by the threshold. I slowly took my arm from around Brandon and walked over to the room access. I looked on the wall that Jon had released his cum on the night before. There was no stain.
As I began to heat up, I realized that I had dreamed the encounter that I really felt Brandon and I shared the night before. I unconsciously dreamed about a 3-way with Jon. Was this something I wanted or just a fantasy. I debated in my intellect whether or not to talk to Brandon about it, but I realized that he might conceive that I wanted someone early than him. That, was the farthermost thing from my mind. He pleased me, made me fill out.
Brandon began to stir, so I knew that he was waking up. I wanted to be the clenched fist survey that he saw as he opened his eyes. I rushed back over, leaned over him and gave him a kiss. He looked into my eyes, raised his head word and pulled me back to his backtalk. He kissed me, said good sunup, and began to get up out of bed.
'' Ok, what is it ? '' he asked.
'' What do you have in mind, Bran ? ``
'' The spirit in your oculus, you look guilty, '' he said with a giggle.
'' Oh, nix. Just thinking. Hey, we better get to the exhibitor and get ready for class. It 's late, you sleepy-head. ``
We rushed to the showers. When we got into the drying room, I saw that Jon was showering. Brandon walked in and said hello to him. I followed. I did n't'say a word to Jon at all. In my mind I was suddenly reliving what I thought had happened the evening prior. I scanned his body and my middle made there way to his crotch. He was semi-hard and I gasped. I saw his pecker and again began to wonder if what was going through my mind had happened. If I had dreamed the occurrent that I remembered than why was the tool I was looking at so very familiar. I had never before seen Jon naked, but the cock I remembered sucking was the one that I was staring at, at that precise import.
Suddenly, I was ruthful. Brandon was looking at me very weird at the moment with a tone of concern on his face.
'' Nothing Brandon. nada, '' I said.
He smiled. We finished and went back to our elbow room. We rushed to breakfast and went through our day as usual. I kept thinking about the dream I had and wondered what was improper with me. Was n't I satisfied with Brandon ? Did n't he give me what I was looking for ? Did I just want the sex or did I truly love Brandon, More than anything else ?
As I went to the cabinet room my head was still pondering all the thoughts I had the intact day. I did n't sleep together what went on in classes all day because of the thought running through my drumhead. When I turned the niche to my footlocker, there was Brandon. In his helping hand was single red rose. He was placing it in my locker. I melted, right then and there. I knew the resolution that second to all my questioning I had contemplated all day. Here, before me was the man I loved, totally and completely.
'' So you 're becoming a flower store now ? '' I quipped. `` typical faggot ! ``
We both laughed and he hugged me. Neither he, nor I, was worried about the early guys seeing this at all. All we both knew was that we were meant for each former and wanted to pass our time together. We wanted, not only the love, but the friendship and joy we shared when we were together. I stepped back a bit and kissed him. Not a footling kiss, but a passionate candy kiss to demo him how I felt.
'' Ah hem, '' we both heard.
As we turned, Dave was standing at the end of the lockers. `` I do n't think that is something that should be done in a locker room, '' he said. The smile on his cheek let us both know that he was halfway teasing. `` I think that would be bad for motivating the guy cable for the Oskie game if our linebackers were making out before the game. ``
We broke our embracing and hung our headway in shame -- - kiddingly of grade. We were still holding hands as motorbus Kistner walked by. He looked over, undoubtedly noticing Brandon and I holding hands, and asked me how I was feeling. We let go of each former and I told him fine and that I was quick for the plot. Something had changed from what I could tell, by the way he was looking at us. But, he told us to get dressed, no pads, and get onto the field.
Practice went very well. Brandon was learning, well had learned, the system and was in all the right on shoes in our blank shell scrimmage. Tom made the cry that motorcoach signaled to him and did n't have to explain any of the formations to Brandon at all. He was truly division of this team and would help us win the Oskie game I remember thinking.
After practice, we all went to the pep-rally that was traditional before this big game. As Brandon and Jerry were introduced, the sophomore class went sick. Not many sophomore played on the varsity team in the chronicle of the school, so this was a big thing for the socio-economic class. Of course, I knew that one of them would make a remainder, and I was surely that Wesely would assist on the dividing line.
That night was a very calm night. Both Brandon and I were stagnant weary and we knew that we needed our rest. As it was time for bed, Brandon questioned to me about sex before a game. He wondered if it was avowedly that having sex prior to an gymnastic contest took away the desire to play. I laughed. I knew that the myth was what coaches used to keep their players in on a Nox before a game, but shook my headway yes.
We lay down and made out that Night, and that was it. Both of us were spent from the evening prior and knew we had to get up early to get set up for the biz. Just lying there with Brandon in my arms was sufficient to bring in me slack and mad. As he fell asleep in my arms, my mind again wandered to the dream I had the nighttime before. I wondered what Brandon 's reaction would be if the post actually presented itself to us.
I knew that having sex, with Brandon and another man intrigued me. Not that I did n't screw him and want him all to myself, but what I had dreamt was very stimulate to me. Not because it was sex with Jon, but because of the feeling I had watching Brandon work on Jon 's shaft. There I went again, thinking that it had really happened. As I fell asleep, I was convincing myself to woolgather of Brandon and Brandon only.

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