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Decent Progress Chapter 8
The moment happened so fast it could be measured in the beat of a hummingbird's wings. And yet for Christian time stopped completely. Every raindrop arrested its descent and each bird stopped its song. The only motion was within the bubble that held Brody and him, and inside was the sum total of the world. Two soft pink clouds encased his lips. All he could see was a dark thin eyebrow arcing over a pale landscape, long black lashes tipped with water fanning out underneath. As his mind caught up with what was happening it ended, and Brody's lips released him with an almost imperceptible parting squeeze, the boy stood before him again with his hands still full of his raincoat. Christian struggled to comprehend the last few seconds. It was like someone threw a hundred page list of equations at him to be solved immediately and his head was full of his pulse pounding.
"You okay?" Brody said quietly. His eyes were wider than Christian had ever seen them.
"Yeah." It was all he could muster, with the typhoon of blood hammering his head and filling it with a buzz like hornets.
"Was...THAT...okay?" Brody's eyes were threatening to engulf his face. Their normally almond shape was expanding into saucers.
The gears in Christian's head were whirring as fast as possible, the pistons ascending and descending frantically. It was a wonder steam or smoke didn't billow from his ears as his brain burst its gaskets and boiled its fluid. What the fuck had just happened? Brody kissed him. Why? Because he liked him? That just couldn't be the case. It was too good to be true, an illusion brought on by a desire that Christian hadn't realized was so intensely burning within himself. Brody was a flamboyant, attention-seeking libertine who was free and easy with his sexuality and his flirtation. He toyed with people for his own amusement, he threw himself around to satisfy the vicissitudes of his personality. But he'd insisted otherwise at the beach and that he hadn't been with many people. And now he was standing there looking more sincere and vulnerable than Christian could ever believe. On the other hand the perennial alarm bell in Christian's head, never too cobwebbed from disuse, warned him of deception and vagary. Brody could be tricky even without realizing it, including to himself, and he was given to flights of fancy. Surely they had passed the point of cruel jokes, but what if his isolation was making him act out in a peculiar way? As these thoughts whirlpooled impotently around Christian's mind, he found words forming on his lips of their own accord, and for many years afterward, he swore it was divine inspiration.
"Can you do it again?"
Instantly Brody's arms were around him and their mouths mashed together, much more aggressively this time. Brody's lips caught and released his with loud smacks, turning his head from side to side to attack Christian from different angles. With every pillowy impact Christian felt himself losing less control of his body as lightheadedness overcame him. Still not fully grasping the situation and becoming less able with every second, he just matched Brody's motions. Hot breath steamed into Christian's mouth in moist gusts. His lips were softer than any silk, wet and sensual. Little grunts emanated from Brody as he grew more insistent. Suddenly Christian felt something wet and limber clamoring for entrance as Brody's mouth locked over his. Parting his teeth, he felt the intruder slide in and begin exploring, swirling away around its new home. The sensation of Brody's tongue inside him was utterly overwhelming. He was actually IN him. A bit of Brody was INSIDE of him! He felt his knees go weak and his lightheadedness descend into full-blown momentary unconsciousness. Sensing weakness, Brody expertly planted a leg behind one of Christians failing knees and wrapped a strong arm around his waist, no interrupting the tongue-dance for a moment. Christian steadied himself by throwing his arms around Brody's neck and planting his own pink snake into the hot mouth assaulting him.
"MMMMM", Brody moaned into Christian's mouth. He felt the moan vibrate through his skull overjoyed that his assertiveness was appreciated. Their tongues slid over each other in a whirlpool motion as they burrowed into each other hungrily. Christian felt his cock seething in his saturated pants and pressed his hips into Brody's. Instinctively the other boy responded and he felt a mast of rock-hard flesh meet his own. As Brody lapped at his lips and tightened his grip around his waist, Christian humped desperately, trying to grind their tools together to match the clash of their tongues. Suddenly Brody broke from him, causing him to look at him confusedly. Had he changed his mind?
"Woah there Casanova," Brody said through deep breaths, his lips redder and slightly swollen, "let's get inside before this goes further."
Christian smiled in eager relief as Brody grabbed his hand and led him to the porch.
"Get all that off, we're soaked!"
Brody grinned mischievously as he yanked his hoodie and t-shirt over his head with such force thy almost tore. Christian took a second to gaze lustfully at his sculpted torso before he pulled his own shirt off, struggling with the fabric made clingy by water weight. When his vision was unobstructed, Christian found himself staring at a fully, day-he-was-born, buck-naked Brody.
"Everything off. You don't wanna soak my carpet, do you?"
"Uhhh..."
Christian was transfixed, mouth open in drooling astonishment. It was better than his wildest dreams. Seeing he was too stupefied to move Brody seized Christians pants and violently shucked them down his legs with his underwear along with them. Sliding the glass door open he hauled Christian inside, stumbling over the jeans bunched at his ankles. Kicking himself free he was snatched into Brody's arms again, their cocks and mouths meeting simultaneously. If he thought he'd experienced ecstasy before, it was nothing compared to this. How could anything be so soft and so hard at the same time? He thought he might cum just feeling Brody's washboard stomach expand against his own. He tried to widen his hips to accept more of Brody's groin, crossing his leg over the other boys hip caress him. No sooner he felt the cutting ridge of his obliques against the sensitive part of his inner thigh than Brody dug his fingers into his hamstrings and hoisted him up. Instinctively Christian wrapped his legs around his waist as Brody pinned up roughly into the wall.
"OOOFF!" Christian grunted as a bit of air went out of him, but he was delighted with the rough treatment. It was passionate and sexy, and he curled an arm around Brody's neck and forced his tongue into his saliva-covered mouth.
"mmm... You're so smack fucking smack hot" Brody moaned between sloppy kisses. With his legs fastened tightly and sandwiched with so much pressure his breath was limited (he didn't know how it was possible Brody was so strong) Christian's cock, now slick with precum, was sliding over Brody's abs with every short thrust of his hips. As he humped away Brody seized his hair from behind and wrenched his head back.
"Oohhh...OOHH." Christian whimpered as Brody sucked on the tender skin of his exposed throat. He had no clue this area was alive with nerves, and Brody's tongue charted an electric path across it making Christian go wild. Every time he sucked and licked Christian felt his cock grow warmer and more keening as he frantically thrust it into Brody's stomach. His hips pistoned in abbreviated pokes as he was sandwiched between Brody and the wall. Christian's rapid little thrusts into his tummy aroused Brody even more, and he worked his way up Christian's neck to sneak his tongue into an ear.
"AAAAHH!" Christian gave a shuddering moan when Brody's lips and nose mashed into the side of his head which was now full of the sloshing sound of his tongue.
"You like that, baby?" Brody cooed into his ear, tightening his grip on his buttocks and slicking his cock around the boy's taint. The greasy rod rubbing his crevice like a stick starting a fire sent Christian right over the edge.
"UUUGHH! OHHH! Broh-DEEE!"
He released his load onto the white washboard squeezing him into the wall. As his cock disgorged its contents he pulled Brody with arms and legs in a death grip as if trying to inject his essence right through his skin. His toes were curled into balls behind Brody's back and his thighs constricted like pythons. His head was feverish and lights flashed before his eyes. Their skin was joined in sultry passion. Christian's burning, pounding loins felt submerged into Brody's breadbasket and wished he could simply sink into his hot white flesh, joining them together as one. As the thunderous orgasm subsided his grip loosened. Brody was softly kissing his ear and cheek and gently unwrapping his now limp legs.
"Damn you nearly crushed me there," Brody laughed breathlessly.
Christian's limbs were noodles and he sank to his knees to catch his breath. Brody nearly pressed all the air from him as well. Never in any jerk-off session had he cum like that. Restoring his senses he looked up and almost instantly became horny again. Imposed above him like some Greek marble statue, every bit as flawlessly proportioned, pale, and powerful. Once again Brody appeared like an impossible vision who'd ridden the moonbeams into his life. Christian's load was dribbling down the canals formed by his abs and sweat ran down the V of his groin, adding to the slime covering his yearning tool. Poor Brody hadn't gotten off himself and his cock was stabbing rudely from his slim muscular body. Christian hadn't gotten a good look at it before, as it quivered now directly in front of his face, he observed its cherry-like tip, the graceful downward curve and oozing slit. Like an animal testing an unknown substance for food, he shuffled a bit closer and bumped it with his nose. It swayed and jumped in response. Glancing up at Brody he was met with an encouraging and aroused smile, so he gave the expectant organ a tentative lick. Brody gave a sharp intake of breath, his jaw was slack and eyes glazed in lust. So Christian fastened his lips over the head like a lollipop.
"Oh God. Chrissss yessss."
His hiss was like music to Christian's ears. He loved Brody's smooth voice. He also loved the firm rubbery texture of his dick, and the pungent odor of his groin which was just concentrated BRODY. There was so much life and energy in it, a kind he never credited to his own package, and he wanted to serve it devotedly. Despite his newfound hunger he worked cautiously. He had never done this before and was operating purely off instinct and online voyeurism. They called it a blowjob but it was really a suckjob, wasn't it? His mind rewound to suctioning yogurt out of a tube as a small child so he decided to try the same technique. He'd seen in some porn that people move their head back and forth to encourage the cum flow so he set to work with gusto.
"Fuck! FUCK! Keep going, just like that!"
Brody's head was thrown back and Christian could see his throat and jaw moving in wordless pleasure. His head flopped forward as he started working his hips a bit, fucking lightly into Christian's mouth. At every other retraction towards the delicious knob, Christian paused for a split second to give the piss-slit a lather with his tongue. He even tried a couple times to dig a little ways past the tiny lips that guarded the canal, slurping the knob like a baby with a pacifier. The obscene sounds drove Brody wild.
"OOOOOO! Oh jesus Chris, OH! Where did you-Unnggh...."
"SLURP SLURP SLURP," was the only response he received.
Christian kept his eyes skyward to watch Brody's lovely face, overjoyed at the reactions his treatment engendered, his expression flittering from tense to stupefied slackness but all in the utmost pleasure. For his part, Brody had to restrain himself from shoving fully down Christian's virgin throat. The sight before him was just so beautiful. Christian's large hazel eyes gazed up at him with the adoration of a choir boy on his knees before the altar. In Brody's mind it wasn't an irreverent comparison; they both gave worship in total innocence. Christian was eating his cock as if to gain nourishment from it and soon Brody would provide. His ballsack tightened and that indescribable falling sensation in his beneath his bowels told him he was close. His cock was boiling in Christian's sauna-like mouth and the boy was making evermore grotesque noises with his new toy. FUCK this kid was amazing.
"Cuh-Chris, I'm gonna..."
Christian could tell by the swelling of the mushroom tip and the jittering of Brody's thrusts. He had a split second to decide. If it was anyone else there was no way he'd do it. Even for Brody it seemed too much. But just like smelling a filet mignon wasn't satisfactory, Christian hungered for more. He was so enraptured by Brody's singular smell that he craved the full taste. Luckily enough the decision was made for him because Brody seized the back of his blond head in a vicegrip as the boiling hot deluge unleashed. Christian was surprised by the scalding heat and even more so by the sensation. It was unlike anything he ever experienced.
"Chrisy, take it! Please take it! OOOHHH!"
Brody's cock was something ALIVE as it squirted wave after wave of cum down his gullet. In an instant Christian's mouth was full of liquid Brody. He tried to taste as he gulped but the geyser threatened to choke him. It had the starchy musty funk of his own cum, but infused with...him. Just pure distilled Brody. Christian swallowed every single blast, while Brody cooed gratified words about how good he was and staggered back towards his bed, completely spent. Christian's mind was clouded in a slutty needy haze and he clambered after the retreating cock, taking it back in his mouth after Brody collapsed legs dangling on the bed, and milking it dry.
"Ah! Too sensitive, bud."
Brody nudged him gently with his hand to back off. Christian laid his head on Brody's thigh and consoled himself with softly kissing the withering fruit he'd just sucked the juice from. As Brody recovered his breathing he lifted his head to see Christian kneeling over his crotch.
"Meet a new friend?"
He smiled fondly. Reaching down he hooked Christian under the armpits and pulled him up to lay next to him, grasping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was languid and slow but full of passion. Not the frenetic urge of a few minutes ago but the wholeness of their satisfaction and deep contentedness with each other. Brody eventually left Christian's mouth and systematically kissed every inch of his boy's face, causing him to scrunch up his eyes and giggle ticklishly as Brody gave him his tongue-bath. Finally Brody withdrew and they on their sides staring at one another, smiling when the other one smiled. At last Brody broke the comfortable silence.
"So."
"So." Christian repeated. "Was all that your plan?"
"The extent of my plan was kissing you." Brody lifted his hand to caress Christian's cheek. "Couldn't plan beyond that. I'm glad you didn't punch me."
Christian smirked. "Yeah, like you wouldn't a beaten the crap outta me if I hit you."
Brody stroked his thumb against Christian's lower lip. "Never." He paused and considered. "Ok well knowing me, MAYBE yes."
Christian giggled in triumph, playfully rolling on top of Brody who instantly reversed their positions and pinned Christian with his bodyweight. Quickly accepting his defeat, Christian sighed in ecstasy at the full body contact, running his thighs up and down the sheer cliffs of Brody's muscular sides and caressing his back. Brody reinserted his tongue into its new home and they quietly smacked on each other's lips for several minutes.
"So for real," Christian managed to say finally, prizing Brody's mouth off his own, "You really like me?"
Brody rolled his eyes. "Naw, I utterly despise you." He leaned back down to resume their kiss but Christian stopped him.
"Please be serious. Because I DO really like you, and..." He stopped for a second and awkwardly looked to the side. Brody's gaze was boring into him with its usual watchfulness while he'd just admitted his feelings. It felt good, but it was also scary.
"...I just wanna know... what THIS is."
Brody's gaze lost some of its adoring softness.
"It's just us."
"What do you mean? That doesn't-"
"There's no need to play animal, vegetable or mineral with ourselves. Not everything needs to be classified, man."
"It couldn't hurt to be on the same page."
"After what we just did, I think the point's settled."
Christian knew this wouldn't be easy.
"Ok but like... Can't I know what to expect? Was this a one-time thing?"
"No!" Brody hurriedly kissed Christian's nose and settled their foreheads together. "No I want to do this over and over again, and more! I just..." he caressed Christian's chest and throat with his finger, "...want it to be natural, you know?"
Christian stared into his black pools of eyes. Truthfully, he didn't know. He didn't see the problem with laying it out in plain terms, didn't understand why attaching a label to something robbed it of meaning. In his mind, giving something a name had a good purpose. It allowed free use of things and concepts, it eliminated confusion by affixing a solid handle to something otherwise foggy. But he didn't say that. He came at the truth by another route.
"Can we keep being together, then?"
Brody grinned ear to ear displaying his even white teeth. He planted a loud smack on Christian's lips. God, he would never tire of doing that.
"Of course. And especially if you keep sucking my cock like that."
Christian was thankful for his tan, because otherwise he blushed such a furious shade of red that the freshest apple couldn't begin to compete. He tried to look down but it was awkward given his reclining posture. Brody, laughing, forced his chin upwards.
"Y'know you always color up like a schoolgirl and look at your feet when you're embarrassed? It is seriously so fucking cute."
If Christian were a teapot, steam would come pouring out of his ears for how hot his head was. Totally unused to this kind of attention he just dissolved into giggles while Brody smothered him with kisses and made it worse.
"Stop! I'm-AH! Ticklish!" Christian almost shrieked while Brody tortured his ribs and nuzzled his neck.
"Really?! Let's test that."
Brody entwined his slim legs through Christian's in a grapevine and hugged his neck into his chest with one arm while fluttering at his belly with the other. Christian was squealing delightedly into Brody's pecs, both of them in the height of merriment, when there was a knock on the door.
"Brody? What's going on in there?"
Brody slid a hand over Christian's mouth and they both froze. Answering in as casual and amused a voice as possible,
"Just reading that book you gave me, it really is hilarious. Allen's short stories are way better than his movies."
Christian had never felt more vulnerable in his life, nor more conscious of being naked. Perhaps it was that very consciousness, as well as being pinned under the firm body of his lover, that caused his cock to start raging against Brody's thigh. He could feel Brody's heart beating rapidly against his cheek, its tattoo matching the minute pulses of his cock.
"Glad you like it! Well, G'night and try to keep it down a bit more."
"Will do, Dad."
They listened keenly for the sound of footsteps over the carpet, but stayed motionless for several moments. Finally they relaxed into each other with a shared sigh.
"That was close," Brody muttered into Christian's ear, laying his head into the crook of his neck.
"Is your door locked?"
"It doesn't lock," Brody said ruefully. Christian jerked his head in amazement.
"Really!?"
"It's NUTS this house. The architect and designer must have been demented."
Christian laid back again in wonder.
"I guess Id've had to hide under the bed."
"On a related subject, how're you getting home?"
Too lost in orgasmic pleasure before now Christian hadn't contemplated the issue. It would be a tedious walk back. Painful as separating from Brody was, he needed to leave soon to beat his parents home. Though without the bike it might be a moot point anyway. Finding the thing in the dark with a flashlight painted a miserable picture and the thing seemed busted anyway. Would it be too shitty to just leave it on the trail? It's not anyone would miss its cobwebbed presence in the garage, and the Park Rangers would just throw it on their four-wheeler and toss it in a skip. His rebellious (and horny) side told him to spend the night here and zip home in the morning.
"I think walking's the only option."
"Yes, but when?" Brody asked suggestively, giving Christian's trapezius muscle a nibble. Christian grinned to himself, glad that Brody's mind followed a similar track to his own.
"Weellll, we'd have to be quiet," replying in what he hoped was a seductive voice, turning sideways to give Brody's crumpled ear a playful lick. He grew used to their deformity after Brody sheared his hair. It didn't bother Christian in the slightest, he only felt sad for Brody's sake that any aspect of his beauty should be marred. Not that the world deserved to see it.
Brody chuckled and rubbed his bristly head against Christian's cheek like a bear.
"I think I've neglected you a little," He whispered in response, sinking down to take a sunbrowned nipple into his mouth.
"Ahhhhh," Christian sighed, closing his eyes and automatically flexing his still-hard dick into Brody's stomach. Brody flicked his tongue skillfully over the small nub then moved to the other side, running his tongue in circles and gently sucking the nipple adorning Christian's broad pec. Christian was in perfect bliss petting the back of Brody's head while he nursed. He was surprised when Brody snuffled deeper into his armpit and took his whole lat muscle in his mouth before running his tongue under his arm. In truth Brody loved this little region of Christian's body. He admired it endlessly at the beach. A gymnasts lats were really something to behold, so wide and powerful, and Christian's cut an elegant flare on his solid little torso. Then he moved to his belly, kissing it, bathing it and just resting his head against it, enjoying the mechanical rise and fall. All the while he was aware of the ultimate prize beneath him, now slicking itself up against his chest. It kept throbbing and twitching impatiently, and he was certain Christian was consciously flexing it, nudging him for attention.
"Someone needs milking."
Eliciting a slight giggle from the ticklish kid he kissed Christian's bellybutton then traveled down to his groin. He pressed his nose into the soft pad of his bladder (hoping he didn't have to pee) then buried it into his pubes. They were trimmed like his, and flecked with the same dark gold as the hair on his head. His imagination may have carried him away but beneath the earthy musk of his sex Brody thought he detected a lingering trace of seasalt. Or it was just his previous load. For a moment he drew up on his haunches and slid back to get a full look at him.
What a gorgeous picture he painted. Brody had great admiration for the physiques of men in an aesthetic sense and had even felt a twinge or two of attraction for some of the wrestlers he'd seen, but Christian set his loins fully ablaze. He was jacked for his smaller build but not alarmingly so. There was no unseemly bulging like many weightlifters he saw in the gym who were all inflexible and veiny. Christian's muscles filled their space a comfortable fullness, evenly developed and beautifully defined. The lily-white of his groin presented an alluring contrast to his still-tanned torso and his cock stuck straight up in the air, reaching for Brody like a penitent with a holy offering. Christian's was shorter than his own but maybe a bit thicker, the head more defined by the cleft in the frenulum. Above it all, his face bore a pleading look at Brody's withdrawal as he missed the contact. Prominent hazel eyes wide in supplication were begging for more. Brody smirked. A bit of torture couldn't hurt.
"What's wrong?" He asked with mock innocence.
"Why'd you stop?" Christian whined.
"Taking a quick break. Just wanna look at you."
"You can look later, cmon-"Christian impatiently tried to pull Brody back down, but Brody shoved him back to the mattress.
"We're doing what I want."
His own cock was nice and hard again. From his position sitting on Christian's thighs, its end poked Christian's own shaft. He rubbed his spongy tip up and down the underside of Christian's shaft, sliming it with his precum.
"UUUUUhhhhh" Christian groaned from deep in his throat. He pumped his hips in time to Brody's hands-free stroking trying to wrap his mind around the novel stimulation. Never realizing the underside of his penis was an entire civilization of pleasure-causing nerves, Brody's soft cockhead was causing staggering amounts of it but it still wasn't enough. It was the most painful tease he could imagine. His cock felt strangely invaded when Brody's rubbery spearhead skimmed him, a deep tickle creeping up and down his length. But he wanted more. More cock, more tingles, more Brody. Feeling his anus loosening itself a forbidden thought entered his mind, reappearing for the first time since that dream. If Brody felt this good from the outside, how good would he feel on his insides?
He opened his eyes again to see that sexy V-line flexing as Brody stroked him. His arms were braced behind him and he'd risen slightly on his knees to get more leverage. Christian mesmerized himself with the undulation of Brody's hips, watching the muscles ripple and their lines contract and expand again. Seeing his gorgeous body moving in such an overtly sexual way, Christian thought he might cum just from this. But Brody had other ideas.
"OH GOD! OH FUCK!" He gasped when Brody suddenly swooped down and took his cock in his mouth. Brody grinned as best he could with the savory schlong throbbing against his gullet. Wanting to give Christian everything he'd received from him, he made a seal with his lips and bobbed up and down. It reminded him of a brief period in his childhood when his mother made him take up the clarinet. The instructor, a merry bald-headed old gentleman in a sweater, called the fixture of the mouth an "embouchure". Already consumed by wrestling Brody had cast music aside with cheerful indifference, but was grateful now for the bit of muscle memory he'd acquired. Easing his jaw he tried to apply equal pressure around the fleshy pole, which was pulsing with vitality. Christian was ooing and ahhing in a satisfied little voice so Brody increased the pace. The cock felt so strong yet so delicate at the same time. Much like an intricately carved musical instrument or a swiss watch it performed with amazing prowess but required great care. In a burst of inspiration Brody opened his mouth wide and ran his tongue up and down the stiff underbelly of Christian's fruit. The boy's breathing became more ragged as Brody stiffened his tongue and seized Christian's prick to hold it steady, now letting his wet appendage fly up and down the length, urging the nectar on up the stalk.
"Ohhh....Ohhhh....NNnnnuhhh." Christian was whimpering and grasping the sheets. Brody let his hands roam over his thick thighs and underneath to that glorious ass. Fuck, he'd forgotten to explore that! Ah well, plenty of opportunity in the future. Every inch of Christian's body would be his. No unclaimed territory allowed, Brody's flag would be planted deeply in all of it. He closed his mouth over the red bud again and suckled like a baby at breast, reveling in the appetizing taste of his precum and preparing for the main course. It was announced by a high-pitched wavering moan and arrived in a modest gush. Brody was yet skeptical of tasting an entire mouthful and on impulse forced the entirety of Christian into himself, making the load disappear instantly down his esophagus. He didn't want to risk upsetting him by spitting out his offering in disgust, so he payed for it gladly with a sore throat. Still he gladly slurped the leftovers from his shrinking snake and enjoyed the half-painful half-pleasurable whine from Christian as he intentionally overstimulated his raw meat.
"Feeling good?" Brody whispered as he crawled up to Christian's level. The boy was still in his post-orgasm bliss and with closed eyes he opened his mouth and extended himself blindly for a kiss. Brody complied. He ran his tongue luxuriantly around Christian's mouth over his teeth and gums and let their tongues slop over each other in a mutual cuddle. Brody felt him gradually disengaging and at last withdrew, seeing that Christian was quickly falling asleep. The poor thing was exhausted. Brody grabbed a pillow and shunted it under his head, Christian automatically settling into it.
"Chris?" He whispered softly.
"Hmm?" Came the faint reply. Brody put his mouth to his, loving the softness of his lips and nose, so he could breathe his next words right into Christian.
"I really like you too."
Christian smiled faintly, then he was gone. His lips were parted allowing Brody to feel the rhythmic flow of his respiration.
"Chris?" He said gently.
"Chris?" A little louder.
Nothing. He was completely out. Brody cast around for his phone and checked the time: 8:30. There was no way Christian was walking home tonight. He furrowed his brow in thought. If he allowed him to sleep for a few hours he could arise in the wee hours and sneak back home. That is, if his parents hadn't already discovered his absence and raised the hue and cry. Were they the kind of parents who obsessively check on their kids, or the kind who get home from a long day of work, crack a beer and assume the offspring are in their room and doing fine? He carefully arose from the bed and retrieved Christian's phone from his wet pocket.
"No passcode. Too trusting, my son."
There were no new calls or messages so he wasn't in trouble yet. He'd keep an eye on it just in case. Part of him was tempted to browse through his phone, check his search history, his favorites, his social media pages (the few ones that existed) but he resisted the urge. It wasn't honorable and Brody had a keen sense of honor, especially concerning someone he cared so much about. He looked back at the bed, smiling at the glow Christian's white privates made in the dark. Even at rest, his rigorous, muscly, compact body looked ready for motion. Even his feet were well-rounded with muscle. Brody's dick began collecting itself again, resisting his attempts to subdue it. It was a powerful temptation to mount the dozing boy and feed him his cock again, to spread eagle himself on top and fuck his mouth full throttle like a freight train. But molesting the poor thing while he slept, though it might be met with enthusiasm, was also not very honorable. Instead Brody crept over and eased himself back onto the bed to watch him sleep.
"Such a sweet boy."
Unable to resist touching him he softly brushed Christian's hair for a minute. Then he pulled a blanket from the floor to drape over their naked bodies and settled in close to him, gently covering Christian's upturned calloused hand with his own. It was a perfect moment. Quieting his mind of its babble, Brody tried to presence himself and stand within it, and experience one of those rare moments of clarity and full awareness that make life worth living. They were there together and whatever might happen tomorrow this moment would endure. Like the lovers on the Grecian urn it would never fade. Brody closed his eyes and listened to the tide of Christian's breathing, and washed away on the tide.
End of Chapter 8