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I've received several encouraging comments, and when I reflect on them it makes me want to write more. Authors always enjoy feedback and encouragement, and even a little criticism if it's constructive. My information's at the bottom, flames will as usual be ignored (though I haven't received any, yay!)
Five minutes later, as Alex was explaining how Sine worked, he felt that toe slowly rub up his foot to his ankle and back down again. At one point he stumbled in his explanation; Brandon's toe had been circling his ankle. "Is everything alright?" Brandon asked with a grin.
"Yeah..everything's..fine," Alex replied, his face turning red, yet again. As Brandon's toe flicked his ankle again, Alex wondered how long he could keep himself from moaning aloud.
Alex quickly explained Sine, Cosine and Tangent functions and they went through a few examples. He was feeling more and more uneasy as they worked, not only because Brandon was completing the work quickly and efficiently but also because he kept moving his toes all around Alex's foot. At one point, Alex had to shift his leg and he made a point to bump against Brandon's foot.
"Oh, that was your foot?" Brandon asked, still smiling. "I thought it was the side of the chair. My bad!" he finished, tapping Alex's foot with his toe again. Brandon began working on the next problem.
Alex sighed and put his pencil down. They had been working well together, but if Brandon was just trying to tease him or out him in some way, it would be over. The hardest part for Alex was not knowing whether this was just a game to Brandon or if the guy was making moves because he liked him. He decided that the best thing to do was to give it right back.
"Is this right?" Brandon asked, moving the notebook over a bit.
"Almost, but you have to do this.." Alex replied as he gripped Brandon's right hand, the one with the pencil. To do this, Alex had to lean over a bit, and his hand brushed over Brandon's chest as he did so. Alex moved the hand/pencil and drew a curve on the paper to represent the angle, then drew two more curves to represent a second angle. He haphazardly wrote the degrees of the angles before releasing Brandon's hand. As he withdrew his arm, he ëaccidentally' brushed his hand against Brandon's nipples, which had hardened a bit with the fan running.
Brandon closed the notebook and set it beside him on the bed. Since Brandon didn't have a desk, they'd been using the bed as a workspace. "Hey, toss your notebook aside for a moment," Brandon commented, turning his body to face Alex.
"Alright.." Alex answered, complying with the request. He closed it and dropped it lightly to the floor.
Brandon quickly grabbed Alex's wrists as he said "Time to wrestle!" Alex managed to swing Brandon's arms around quickly and thrust his left arm up and right arm down. This freed his right arm, and he used it in an effort to push Brandon back. Given their weight difference this didn't really work, and Brandon was able to grab Alex's wrist again and swing his legs around Alex's body.
"Gotta be a bit stronger than that," Brandon whispered, pinning Alex's wrists to the bed and resting his lower body around Alex's stomach area. Alex struggled for a moment but it was no good; he was stuck tight.
Alex sighed and turned his head away. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes and began to flow down his nose. "Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered, half choking. Brandon was taken aback.
"What do you mean? What's wrong, bud?" he asked, loosening his hold on Alex's wrists a bit.
"What's wrong? What's fucking wrong? You've been teasing me, or something, and you know I'm..I'm..gay" he muttered, whispering the last, "and now you're going to kick my ass or out me," he hissed, whipping his head around and glaring into Brandon's eyes. Some of his tears flew off and landed on Brandon's chest.
"For a smart dude, you can be pretty dumb," Brandon whispered back, bending down to kiss Alex's lips. As their lips met, Alex gasped, shocked. He didn't move his lips, but Brandon managed to part them with his tongue. As he worked on them persistently, licking the upper lip first and then the lower, he let go of Alex's wrists.
After a good fifteen seconds of this, Alex wrapped his hands around Brandon's shoulders and thrusted his head up. He parted his lips and began to kiss Brandon back in earnest. Their tongues darted to and fro in each other's mouths, exploring every crevasse. Brandon used his hands to keep himself upright, but Alex threaded his fingers through Brandon's hair.
As their tongues continued their duel, Alex moved his fingers from Brandon's hair down to the side of his face, then down his neck to either shoulder. He felt the toned muscle beneath the skin as his fingers traveled from the shoulder to Brandon's triceps. He squeezed them gently before quickly moving to Brandon's chest. It seemed to ripple slightly as Brandon moved his tongue from Alex's mouth and tenderly kissed the side of his face.
As Alex was rubbing Brandon's pecs, Brandon was kissing the sensitive underside of Alex's face. Brandon tickled his jaw before kissing the top of Alex's neck. Alex moaned softly below him and his thumbs and forefingers grasped each of Brandon's hard nipples, squeezing them softly. Brandon groaned at this, the vibration only making Alex hotter.
Alex took Brandon's head in his hands and brought the jock's sexy lips back to his own. While they were kissing Alex reached back and grabbed Brandon's back. He pulled Brandon's body on top of his own, hugging him tightly.
They broke the kiss, each breathing heavily.
Alex blushed, then quickly extracted himself and got to his feet. "Hold on a..a second," Alex started, looking confused. "You mean..you..me..why?"
"It wasn't exactly what I'd planned, dude! As a footballer I can get all the pussy I want. It's alright, I guess, but I know the girls are only doing it because they feel pressured to, and all the popularity that comes with being a jock is a pain in the ass most of the time. Being in this elite group isn't all it's made out to be," he whispered back, leaning forward to give Alex another kiss, this one shorter.
"You're definitely different. I usually don't have the time or patience to go over this math junk after practices and hanging out with other people. And I know you enjoy helping me out because it's helpful and not because you have to. Besides, you're pretty damn cute," he finished with a grin. He ran a hand through Alex's hair, and got a playful-angry look in response.
"I'm not all that.." Alex whispered. He was blushing harder, and looked Brandon directly in the eyes. "But if you want me, have me," he said, pushing the math binder off the bed.
"Careful, you'll..wrinkle the..oh god.." Brandon whispered. Alex had moved in and was sucking on his right nipple, swirling it around in his tongue and lightly nibbling it. 'If this is a dream, let it be a great one…' Alex thought to himself as he moved his tongue over to the left nipple. He gave this one a similar treatment as he tweaked and rubbed the other. Brandon closed his eyes, pulling air in between his teeth as small waves of pleasure radiated from his chest.
"Boys, dinner's ready!" Brandon's mom called from downstairs. "Be right there, Mom!" Brandon yelled. He placed a hand on Alex's shoulder and smiled. "We'll have to pick up where we left off," he whispered, winking.
They almost flew out the door and down the steps, the smell of dinner reaching them just before they each took a seat. "Brandon, you should've grabbed a shirt. Look at you, all sweaty, I hope you kept your guest entertained while you were working out. I thought you were supposed to be studying?" Brandon's Mom said, that strict-mother tone in her voice, as she passed around some peas.
"We were studying Mom, I just needed to take a break and Alex said he had something to study while I was exercising," he replied smoothly, tossing Alex a look.
"Er..yeah, I had some social studies to read up on, it's fine.." Alex replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, as long as you had something to do.." she said, turning to speak with Brandon's Dad.
The rest of the meal was uneventful. The boys finished their plates in record time and were excused. "I wonder what's gotten into Brandon. Usually I have to force-feed him vegetables," they could hear Brandon's Mom say aloud. "I know dear, probably some video game they were playing," was the reply. "Perhaps.."
Alex gave Brandon a shove as they raced through the door. Brandon was taken by surprise and promptly fell backward onto his bed. Alex jumped on top of him, impaling kisses into the side of Brandon's neck.
Alex's Perspective:
'I've wanted this for too long, and now that I've found someone, let alone one of the hottest and sweetest dudes in school, I won't pass it up. My fantasy will be a reality!' Alex mentally declared, licking and sucking on the side of Brandon's neck. Brandon soon started moaning underneath him, which was all the more encouraging. He spent a moment lingering and licking underneath Brandon's jaw, then reached up and gave his ear a small bite, which caused Brandon to moan and jump a little.
"Now, where was I.." Alex whispered in Brandon's ear, giving it another nibble. He returned to Brandon's nipple, working one over with his tongue and teeth (lightly) while rubbing the other with his index finger. He swapped between them until Brandon was almost squirming each time he switched.
It was around this time that Alex realized that something was poking him in the thigh. One of his hands traveled down Brandon's body, past his navel, and landed directly on a thick, hard dick. It was still in Brandon's sweatpants, but as soon as Alex touched it Brandon groaned aloud and his dick throbbed, swinging up from his abdomen and tenting out the sweatpants.
Alex nibbled on one nipple, played with the other, and all the time rubbed the tip of Brandon's cock through the sweatpants. Brandon could do nothing but whimper, desperately trying not to cry out, as his hands roamed over Alex's hair. It was really short in the back but longer on top, and Brandon would run his hands through it and stroke the soft, prickly back.
Alex used the palm of his right hand to slowly stroke up and down Brandon's shaft, his lips moving slowly between Brandon's pecs on their journey downward. Brandon would squeeze his hair every few seconds, which sent small waves of pleasure through Alex. 'Now we'll see just what you've got,' Alex thought with a grin.
His lips and tongue slid down Brandon's chest and abdomen until he was at the waistband of Brandon's sweats. "Mind if I go further?" Alex whispered seductively, licking the waistband while looking up at Brandon's face.
"Please..please, do it!" Brandon gasped.
Brandon's Perspective:
'Damn this guy's good!' Brandon thought as Alex worked some part of his neck. The feeling was almost indescribable, a tender mix of electrical pleasure and a ticklish sensation that would quickly drive him crazy. As Alex explored his neck, Brandon couldn't help but moan a few times, soft rumbles in his throat that sounded like a roar in his ears. Just as he couldn't take it any more, Alex left his neck behind and began licking and teasing his nipples.
'I don't know wh..' a thought formed, but it was ripped away by the sweet pleasure the small nip Alex had given his nipple. Each nipple felt hard and swollen after Alex had licked them and rubbed them, but each time he switched a pulse of pleasure went through Brandon's body. His dick responded in kind, swelling quickly to its fullest, then even more than that. No matter how much pussy he'd pounded, Brandon knew his dick was never this hard.
Unfortunately (or is it fortunately?) Alex found this out and began torturing him by touching and rubbing the head while he continued working Brandon's nipples. Brandon couldn't help but moan in the face of so much pleasure, but he knew he'd shoot if Alex kept it up much longer.
"Mind if I go further?" Alex whispered, as though reading his mind. 'He's got me, and he knows it.." Brandon thought. 'Fuck, he can have me forever..' he thought, begging Alex to continue.
That was all the encouragement Alex needed!
It's taken a bit of time, but I hope I've delivered. I swear I'll have more parts up quickly (perhaps once a week or more instead of once a year!).
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