BRANDON
Brandon Stevens was the captain and the quarterback for my high school football team, and I had been in love with him since the eighth grade. I, too, was a member of the football team, playing half back, and I was always around Brandon. The showers were the hardest part, of course, for I was treated daily to the stark lines of his naked body, the rigid build, the firm, hairless chest.
I guess Brandon was not the kind that you would normally think of as the quarterback type, since he was not at all burly, really. Brandon was successful, three time league most valuable player, by thinking his way through the game and knowing at all times what his options were.
Even though it was more than seven years ago, now, I will never forget the first time that I made love with Brandon Stevens.
We had won the game that night, just another stepping stone to a second league championship. The whole team went out for pizza ( the coach went with us so we couldn't drink beer ) in celebration, though it wasn't really all that tough a game.
Things wound down at the parlor at around midnight, and we were tired enough that there was no after hours party that night and we all began to head for home.
As I was heading toward the door, someone called after me.
"Kyle, hold on a sec will ya'"
I looked back and saw Brandon waving to me and jogging to catch up.
"What is it, Brand."
"Look, my car's broken down and you're going my way more than Danny is. Could you give me a ride home?" he asked.
Didn't have to think about that one, did I? "Sure, c'mon."
We sauntered out to my car and got in. I started up and pulled out of the drive way.
"Good game, tonight, Kyle. You put some nice moves on that poor defense," Brandon complimented me.
"Sure, thanks, but that's only because you had them so confused that a two year old could have made the same yards I did. I couldn't believe you out there. Every time they knew you were going to pass, you handed off on the option. Every time they knew you were going to run it, you tossed it up. I still can't figure out how you know when to do that stuff."
Brandon shrugged. "I don't either, really," he admitted.
As we bullshitted, I was thinking about what Brandon had said to me at the pizza parlor. It was true that I didn't live far from Brandon, but, when I thought about it, Danny lived just as close or closer than I did to the tall, lanky guy. Hmmmm...
"Hey," Brandon said suddenly, "I'm not really that tired, are you?"
I shrugged non-committally.
"Let's head out to the backwaters for a while. Got any beer?"
I didn't, but we stopped at a Circle K and picked some up. The football team was the closest that my home town ever got to the heroic type, and it was no problem to fenagle a couple of six-packs from the night clerk.
The Colorado River is rather large, and it carves numerous alternate waterways and natural canals along its banks. We called them the backwaters, and it was a notorious place for us high schooler types to go and make out. Brandon's suggestion to go there was causing some excitement in my loins, and the closer we got, the more excited I became, hoping against hope that this would turn out to be what I thought it was.
I parked the car about a hundred yards from the bank. Brandon and I and the two six-packs got out and we sat on the hood. I wasn't much of a beer drinker, but I'd do anything if it meant getting into Brandon's pants that night.
We talked a little about ball playing, and school and movies. It was casual and trivial, stalling before the real topics came up.
Girls. Neither Brandon or I was dating anyone at the time. I, because I was a notorious non-dater, and Brandon because he had just broken up with his lady.
"I can't believe what a bitch she turned out to be, Kyle. It was like I suddenly didn't know who she was."
I nodded understandingly and tipped my Coors. "Well, I though she started acting strange almost a month before you figured it out, buddy. And, to be honest, I never liked Karen all that much in the first place. How do you like being a free agent?"
He shrugged. "It's ok. I hate not getting any pussy, though. I've gotten used to the three or four times a week routine, and now that its gone, well, I don't like that much."
"Come on Brandon. You're a goddamned school hero! You could get it ten times a week from ten different girls and you know it!"
He looked over at me and grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I suppose I could if I wanted to."
"What's not to want. You said your self that you miss it already."
A strange silence descended over us. We had finished off the rest of the six-packs before either of us spoke again.
"All of that's a lie, you know," Brandon finally broke the silence.
"What is?"
"All of it. I never got it three times a week. And it wasn't Karen's fault that it's over between us. It's my fault."
"I don't understand, Brandon. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that the reason that we broke up was my fault. I couldn't get hard with Karen. Or with Cindy Brek, or with Marsha Dyllan, or any of the other girls I've dated in the last three years. I'm still a virgin 'cause I can't get a hard on."
I was pretty stunned. Brand had the reputation of this campus stud that had made it with every girl he ever laid eyes on. And, while I couldn't ever remember Brandon offering testimony to that line of thinking, I could never remember him refuting it either.
"So, what is it? Are you impotent? Is it a medical problem?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No, I get erections alright. But only...only when...shit!... only when I think about other guys."
There it was. That was what I had been waiting for for five years or so. I almost started to cry, right then and there. I tried to say something to Brandon, who was obviously upset at having spilled the beans, but nothing would come out.
"I know you weren't expecting this. I'm sorry," he said, almost sobbing. "Leave me here if you want, I'll walk." He slid off the hood and moved stiffly away from the car.
That broke my spell and I was able to get up and walk slowly over to him. "Brandon. You're right, I wasn't expecting that." He was facing away from me. I stepped up behind him and put one arm around his slender waist and the other over his shoulder. "I'll leave you here if you really want that, but, I'd rather stay here with you."
Brandon stiffened at first, but then relaxed, and I felt his hand slip onto mine with a firm, gentle grip, his head fell back and he rested it against my shoulder. He was crying. I could see the tears making trails down his cheeks that glistened in the moonlight.
"I feel like such a freak!" he said, softly. "I can't get used to telling myself that I'm a fag. I just can't."
"It's tough in the beginning, Brand," I said from experience. "But it gets easier. Pretty soon you won't be able to believe that there's anything wrong with it. I'm gay. I didn't choose to be that way, and I can't change it. I don't want to change it. For me, it's right and it's good."
Brandon shook his head. "I suppose. But after all the shit that ever kid gives every fag, all the stuff you see about them getting killed for no reason, after all that you thing that fags are the scum of the earth. When you realize that you are one, well, you're fucked aren't you?"
That I had no answer for. "Can't help you there, Brand. You'll have to see the truth for yourself."
He turned around in my arms and slid his around my waist.
"I wasn't lying before, about being a virgin. I've never done anything but masturbate," he said looking into my eyes.
"Well, keeping in line with learning the truth, I think it's about time you learned the truth about pleasure..."
With that, I put one hand behind his head and ran my fingers through this thick, blond hair as we kissed. It was rather tentative at first, to be sure, but Brandon had long known what it was that he wanted, he was just a little behind in the believing that it was what he wanted.
Well, he was none too up on experience, either, but soon, as he became accustomed to his feelings and the desires of his body, his eagerness and his new found freedom overcame his short comings by far.
The night was mild enough that neither of us even thought about going anywhere. The moon was out and we could see, and our blood was running wild in our veins.
As we kissed, I slid my hand down his back and held the firm mounds of his buttocks through his tight blue-jeans. Slowly Brand began to press himself against me. I could feel the hardness in his pants against my lower belly.
If I'd stopped to think about it, I'd have realized that I was in the middle of one of my most frequent fantasies. I guess I didn't think about it because I was afraid that it was a fantasy, and that I'd wake up soon and find myself at home in bed with my hand wrapped around my dick.
I gently pushed Brand away and began to undress. Brandon watched for a moment then followed my lead. Within minutes we were standing there, facing each other, butt-naked to the world.
I wish that I could instill in you my own personal tastes that you might experience my joy at seeing this young man standing in front of me, naked and excited. I can describe him to you, but I can't make you desire the same kind of body that I desire. Picture you're own perfect man, standing in front of you, a little bit nervous at his first gay experience, but still very excited, hungry for what you have to offer. Imagine him at your finger tips, awaiting your instruction, begging you to get on with it, and wanting you to hold back for just another minute at the same time.
This was my position. Brand was as slender as could be. The lines of his body were streamlined and austere. Each curve led forcefully into the next, forming a physique that made me shiver with anticipation. His shoulders were wide, and a little thin, his chest firm and hairless, clearly defined, but not bulging. His waist was slim and his hips almost nonexistent. His legs were long and slender, straight, and his feet were bantam in a manly sort of way. His cock, very erect, circumcised, stood out from his lower belly, straight, and looked like it was just under eight inches long. It was framed with a small, trim patch of light colored pubic hair, and his small testicles were lightly coated with the same.
I could have stood there and looked at him forever, I think, but Brandon didn't look like he was willing to wait that long, for some strange reason. He took a step toward me, as if he wasn't sure that I liked what I saw, a question on his handsome, chiseled face.
"Wow," I whispered. "You're fucking beautiful, Brandon."
I could just barely see him blush by the light of the full moon. "You've seen me naked before..." he accused.
"Yeah, but this is a little different, you know? Context has a way of changing the way you see things...and in this context, your fucking beautiful, damn it." I move do him and slid my hands onto his smooth chest. I toyed with his pink nipples, letting each grow erect under my fingers. One hand continued caressing his chest, while the other made its way downward.
His stomach was flat and muscular and I tickled his navel as I journeyed south, over his abdomen, and then I felt the soft area of hair. I gently pulled at the hair for a moment before I let my fingers start to explore his fine cock.
It felt like fire in my hand, and it jumped ever few seconds as I toyed with it tenderly. Now Brandon began to vocalize the pleasure that he was feeling. Granted, it was nothing heavy, but realize that this kid had only felt his own hand on his tool.
I slid slowly to my knees and paid full attention the this gorgeous guy's loins. The crown of Brandon's cock was unbelievably swollen, and a good shade redder than the rest of his shaft. I slid my finger along the sensitive underside where the shaft met with the head and Brandon let out a long moan as the pleasure jolted through his dick.
Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. My mouth was aching to taste Brandon's stiff dork, and began to appease my desire by sticking out my tongue and licking...everything. His flavor was wonderful, clean and musty. I tasted his hair, his balls, his belly button, his cock, even underneath his balls, just short of his tight asshole.
I was surprised a little that Brandon was a silent as he was. I was used to more experienced guys who let it out with moans, groans, and some who were heavy into dirty talk. But Brand was quiet. He was obviously enjoying this though, so I wasn't worried, only curious.
After the appropriate amount of licking, I took Brandon's cock head into my mouth and began to suck. Slowly, by bobbing up and down, I started to take more and more of his handsome, delicious cock down my throat. About three quarters of the way, he began to his the back of my throat. I opened up, tucked in, and took the last two inches quickly, pressing my chin to his balls and my forehead to his smooth belly.
Finally Brandon let out a long, loud moan of ecstacy. "Ohhh, fuck! Kyle! Jesus Christ!!! That's fucking awesome!!"
I would love replied, and in fact I did. "UUbffllt!! uammmngGo ltuulch chhh!!" I doubted that he understood me, and, rather than try again to talk around my mouthful of meat, I started the old up and down motion, drawing his pounding prick in and out of my mouth, slow, fast, and everything in between.
I couldn't have been sucking him for more than three or four minutes when I suddenly realized that he was cumming, and it was too late to pull off.
"Ohh, ohh, Kyle, I'm cumming, man, I'm fucking cummmmiinngg!"
So, I sucked harder, and as he filled my mouth with his thick, creamy seed, I gulped as fast as I could. Still, lots of the sticky stuff found it's way to the outside world via the corners of my mouth, and soon my chin was pretty well coated with Brandon's sperm.
I held his shaft in my mouth for several more minutes as it continued to leak out his steamy juices. When I let his dick slip out I licked up what cum my tongue could reach and drank that too.
I stood up and took Brandon into my arms, holding his slender, sated body close to me.
"Kyle," he whispered in my ear. "Thank you. Thank you."
I, of course, wanted my own blow job that night, but Brandon could barely stand up, and it was pretty late. Brandon was polite enough and interested enough to offer to suck me, but ( don't ask me why ), I said that I could wait. It was enough for tonight, and we'd have time for that later.
We slowly dressed and got back into the car. My cock was still hard as a rock, uncomfortable in my Levi's. Brandon reached over and began to message my full bulge and in a few minutes, I came in my shorts, the taste of my new lover's seed still under my tongue.
I dropped Brandon off at his house around three-thirty with a hug and a kiss good-night.
Brandon made good his offer to suck me, some nights later, and we've been together ever since. And...
But, all that is another story. Oh, yeah, our team made league champs that year, and took second at state.