bitch stories volume eight: me and brandon b.
by nick leyva
I.
"And so, our bodies were made out of flax paper, his touch gentle and smooth against my smooth skin. I like it rough and I tell him so. He smiles at me, putting his hand through my flax hair, before pushing me in the chest. I tear and he crawls into me, our two bodies becoming entangled into one. I can literally feel him inside of me and he handles my most private parts roughly. Suddenly I start bleeding. My period had started."
"uh..." said nick, "that's kind of gross."
"well, wait until it's finished," brandon said, kissing him on the forehead. he walked to the dresser and put his notebook away in it, locking it with a key.
"ok. will it still have bleeding in it?" asked nick.
"probably-" replied brandon, "how's your machine coming?"
nick sat at his desk, dressed in an old timey workers outfit, holding a wrench and wearing a visor, with a lamp casting a dull shade on him and his workspace, shadowing them against the wall.
"pretty well. it should be ready for some preliminary tests, now."
"oooh, preliminary!" said brandon, "bonus points for the fancy word. but i don't understand why you have to wear that silly outfit to work on it."
"i've told you, it helps me get in my mindset."
"oh realllly? well, what does this get you in the mindset of-?"
he locked eyes with nick as he started unbuttoning his flannel shirt, revealing his slender, feminine frame.
"well, uh..." nick said, biting his lip.
"and... what about this?"
he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid them down his legs, his dick clearly visible through his expensive underwear.
"it makes me think how i should..."
"yeah...?"
"fuck you."
they stared at each other for a moment before nick body slammed brandon onto the bed. they rolled around making out before brandon ran to the corner and opened up a chest. a flickering, glowing light came feathering out of it, a small section of alto choir simultaneously playing.
"see, you don't understand why i have to wear my work outfit like i don't understand why you had to build that chest with lights and choir noises."
"herrre it is!" brandon pulled out a visibly normal pair of sunglasses and put them on.
"brandon," nick said, scrunching up his face and rubbing his eyes, "doing hipster roleplay would be pointless cause we've already fucked like hundreds of times and you are essentially-"
" i had the best blowjob of my life with this on, suspended from a ceiling fan. his name was ma-"
"are they glasses that make Jews invisible? cuz that's the only way I can think of glasses getting someone off."
brandon ran excitedly back to he bed, sitting and putting a hand on nick's stomach. he flipped a switch by his ear~
the glasses. they vibrated.
the sex with brandon has always been good, nick thought,* but kid is obsessed. always a new gadget, a new ostentation. a new arrogance. i know that -*
"oh my god, nick. go for it. start going." "start-?!" "sucking! sucking!!" nick worked brandon's dick into his mouth, running his tongue along the back of the head; brandon's toes wiggling, his head thrown back, making excited noises- like a baby at teat; enjoying. nick stopped for a second to move up and push brandon onto his back and crawled on top of him to continue sucking, allowing his hands to explore the rest of brandon's body- his nipples, his throat, the palms of his hands. nick started moving down his shaft, circling and massaging before moving back up and giving the head more attention. brandon was panting and nick could feel his body tense up. their hands grasped together as he came in nick's mouth, brandon squeezing his eyes shut and nick working to swallow his rhythmic bursts of semen.
salty. that was how their relationship had gotten; bitter, tangy, and salty. is it possible that one person can make another person seem more intelligent? to cast them in a thoughtful light? to reach off the edge of a cliff and give them a hand up? the wedge between them was an intellectual, pretentious one, and over months of knowing eachother, observing one another when alone, and with friends, a whole picture had begun to be formed. the pieces of a puzzle slowly revealing the whole.
"lots of lube."
"of course."
nick bathed himself in lubrication. he had brandon on his back. he moved his knees and dug his dick into him, sliding in and building a tempo;
enjoying the skin to skin contact when he pushed all the way in,
the look on brandon's face when he pulled back,
only to push back in and hit him hard.
the way he could feel brandon squeezing around him, giving him a pulse and a reason to keep going~
he grabbed the handcuffs off the nail on the wall and latched them around brandon's wrists. he lifted brandon's legs over his shoulders and leaned forward as he kept fucking him. he increased the velocity, giving it to him harder and quicker, brandon making a staccato of noises as he got it deep, before nick started thrusting in slow but firm. nick's fingers scratched on brandon's torso as he felt himself getting close, his palms pushing into his chest.
"do it," moaned brandon. "i want to feel your cum."
nick let go, shooting jet after jet into him, coating brandon's insides with cum. his cum. laying claim to brandon as a whole person- body and mind, physical and spiritual.
he pulled out, and breathed, and rested alongside him, sighing heavily into his ear, his hand draped over his chest. they were in sync. nick reached up and switched off brandon's glasses.
they lied their listening to eachother's breathing slow down, together. brandon turned his head towards nick.
"hey."
he was getting hard again.
"whaaat. you just came..."
"i took a pill that i'm reviewing*.*"
brandon nodded slowly.
"ok. let's finish you off then."
"i want you to get me into something this time."
the sex with nick has always been good, brandon thought, but dude needs to experiment more. always wanting the same- same kink, same ego, same arrogance. i think about -
"well, we've never done watersports before."
brandon paused and life filled his eyes.
"i don't think i'm into that. what does your machine do?"
he got up and started to play with it.
"oh no, baby, don't play with that."
he stuck his head inside.
"it looks so roomy in here!"
"brandon, get- get out of that."
"i'm climbing in!! come and get me!"
"if you want to get spanked just say-"
the machine toppled onto the floor and turned on after brandon had gotten a quarter of his body into it. nick gasped. sparks flew out of it and the lights in the room flickered.
"oh my god, brandon!"
nick got off the bed and stared. initially brandon's head and part of his chest and his right arm appeared to be horribly disfigured. as his eyes focused he realized what had happened, what brandon had become- the machine had worked. his machine had worked! he surged with an excitement that was quickly tempered by the realization that brandon had mutated, irrevocably, partially, permanently, into his animal spirit: the velociraptor. brandon's chest had become red with scales, his arm shrunk, and it was attached to a hand with three sharp claws. his head was large, bulbous eyes, with two nostrils on the front of his snout, and a small, tight mouth. to nick, his mouth looked just as fuckable as before.
brandon- or what he had become, came over and sat on the bed. nick followed him, and the velociraptor rested it's head on his shoulder, genuinely showing him trust. he used his human hand to stroke nick's cock.
"oh my god... you still want to get off, don't you?"
"RAAAWWWWWWWWWW."
the velociraptor's saliva covered nick's face.
then nick moved closer, and put his mouth up against it's long snout. slowly, and gently they both opened their mouths, and nick slid his tongue into the velociraptor, sensuously working it around it's large teeth. brandon's reptilian eyes scared him now more than when he was human.
nick moved his hand and felt the roughness of the scales on brandon's chest on his fingertips. the velociraptor started sliding his tongue into nick's mouth, but as velociraptor's have much longer tongues than humans, nick started gagging and choking and brandon took his tongue out.
then nick started stroking brandon's dick as he continued to make out with him, their kissing becoming more aggressive as the handjob went on. he started pinching brandon's remaining human nipple, as slick velociraptor saliva started pooling in between them. the handjob reached a high pitch and brandon was unable to keep focus on kissing anymore, and he roared as his semen shot up, hitting both of them on their faces. nick just kept jacking him, and brandon started wriggling hysterically, grabbing nick with his human hand and pulling him off. he could feel a line through his feet.
the velociraptor stared at nick and opened his mouth, and a sound came out that chilled nick to his very soul.
"RRRR- RRRHHHH- RAAAHHH ROVE ROUUUUU!"
nick knew their moment had finally come-
"baby. we can't be together anymore. it's not going to work out, we're on different planes of existence now.
and you were never as smart as me."
brandon cocked his large reptilian head. a single tear ran down his scaly face. he got up and sadly walked out the door.
oh! brooklyn!
so, why did nick and brandon break up?
because nick is real and genuine and brandon's stuck trying to be something he can never be- human.