Our Sons First College Apartment:
Chapter 6: Prelude to Cell Block
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Apologies for the delay. It turns out that writing two stories at the same time about the same characters that take place three months apart was an unwise idea.
If you're interested in Jake and Eric and Aaron and Brandon's summer weekend in Vegas for Jake's and Eric's father's bachelor party, check out, "Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party" in the Adult Friends section.
Unfortunately, Leo and Brett were not a long for the ride for that one. Please let me know what you think.
I am at markmanscooter@yahoo.com
Part 1: "You wanna go again?"
After Jake and Brett hooked up on the sofa, Brett asked if he could take a shower - noting that he thought he smelled like sex. Jake leaned in to sniff his naked chest and concurred.
Jake handed Brett a towel from under the sink. Brett set it down on the closed toilet seat lid and climbed into the tub. He pulled the shower curtain closed - well nearly closed. He left a gap of about eight inches. He poked his face out like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning and said in his best American accent, "here's Johnny!"
Jake smirked and climbed inside the tub and closed the curtain the rest of the way. They showered normally for a few minutes, washing each other's bodies and shampooing their hair. Brett's dick was plump but not erect. Jake had a full-on boner. Brett played with it, pushing it down and letting it smack back against Jake's abs. They both giggled like twelve-year-olds. Jake grabbed Brett by the balls and rolled them around in his slippery hand. Brett turned around to wash his face under the water and Jake grabbed his smooth ass and ran his fingers up and down his crack. He pulled his glutes apart and aligned his stiff cock between Brett's slippery cheeks. Jake wrapped his arms around Brett from behind and started wet humping his crack.
"You really wanna fuck me, don't you?" Brett said, holding himself up against the front of the shower wall with both hands. He arched his ass back, letting Jake play in his crack, but not offering up his pucker. He wasn't ready for that yet, but he liked this feeling.
Jake moved one hand down to Brett's groin and groped Brett's loose tanks again before gripping his semi-hard dick. He was gently squeezing it as he thrust against him. "This feels so good. But it would so much better inside your tight little hole."
"Maybe someday." Brett said, which could have sounded dismissive, but Jake took it as a small shift toward acceptance of the inevitable.
"Maybe next time." Jake said. He knew now that there would definitely be a next time. Even if they tried to avoid it, he understood it was a temporary condition that would eventually rear it ugly head again. He smiled to himself at the pun he'd made with 'rear' and 'head'.
"Maybe." Brett said. He was trying to be nice, but could have chosen to say, 'whatever' or nothing at all. He put next time out of his mind. The thought of a next time made him nervous - but it also made him horny again. He turned around in the shower so the water was now pummeling the back of neck and then dropped to his knees and sucked Jake's stiff prick into his mouth again.
Jake moaned as the water suddenly pounded against his pecs instead. He grabbed Brett's head and started slowly thrusting into his face, matching the bobs of Brett's mouth, up and down. He was getting better at this every time, Jake thought.
He moaned as he rubbed Brett's shoulders. He felt his nut building. He knew it wouldn't be long. He'd also recovered more quickly than usual and was surprised at easily another orgasm could return. Brett reached up and grabbed his loose nut sack and massaged them in his hand. Then he slid his middle finger back up into Jake's crack in search of his pucker. When he found it again, he was equally ruthless and just shoved his slippery finger all the way in.
"Oh, Fuck!!" Jake said. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm gonna cum again!" He thrust a couple more times, feeling Brett's middle finger slide in and out. "Yes! Yes! Fuck, YES!" He yelled and felt the blast of his second load surge through his cock into Brett's mouth. Brett took it all, just silently swallowing. The reduced volume of a second load made it easier. Brett moaned slightly and kept sucking. Jake held onto the shower rod with one hand and the tile wall with the other and basked in the waves of endorphins coursing through him like a drug. "Fuck, Yeah! I really fucking needed that!" He added as he pulled out of Brett's mouth.
"Damn, Dude!" Eric said as he walked into the bathroom. They'd left the door open. Eric dropped his backpack on the tile floor, and they heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. "I barely made it back here. I gotta piss so fuckin' bad!!" Then he let out a long, loud sigh and they heard a forceful stream aimed right at the center of the bowl.
Jake held his finger to his lips to ensure Brett remained silent. Brett was complying already with a panicked look on his face. The boner that he'd sprung from providing oral service again had completely deflated and was now shrunken beyond its normal flaccid state in his nervousness.
"Hey E!" Jake said from behind the curtain. "You're back early. Was class cancelled?"
"There was supposed to be a guest lecturer for the second half of class that didn't show, so the prof sent us home." Eric said as he continued to relieve himself, squirting the last few spurts into the bowl and shaking off his dick. He dislodged his briefs from under his nut sac and adjusted his junk before zipping up again. "You were kinda loud in there. I didn't know you were so loud when you get off here by yourself. It's kinda like that, if a tree falls in the forest but no one's there-"
"Does it still grunt loud when it cums?" Jake interrupted, laughing. He was happy his verbal outburst hadn't made Eric suspect that he was not alone.
"Exactly." Eric said, moving to the sink to wash his hands. He leaned in toward the mirror and examined a zit on his chin and then ran his fingers through his dark curls. "I don't think I make any noise when no one's here."
"Nope. You've always been a quiet bater." Jake said over the sound of the shower head. "Although it's hard know because your porn's so loud." He added, laughing. That almost made Brett laugh out loud which made him feel less nervous. Brett got more playful and whacked his palm across Jake's dick.
"Oww!" Jake said and then they both looked at each other, panicked.
"You ok?" Eric asked.
"Yeah. Fine. Just dropped the shampoo bottle on my foot." Jake said, hoping Eric wouldn't notice that there hadn't been a thump in the shower to back up that claim.
"Cool. I'm changing and then heading to the gym. Wanna come with?" Eric said.
"I got class, but thanks, Bro." Jake said.
"Later." Eric said and picked up his backpack and headed for his room.
"What now?" Brett mouth to Jake.
Jake got close to his ear and whispered, "stay right here. I'm going to get out and dry off and we'll get you out of here as soon as E's gone." Jake dick was touching Brett's. His sensitive head was brushing up again Brett's foreskin. "Fuck, that feels good." He added as if talking to himself. Brett reached around and ran his fingers down the center of Jake's back and played with the tiny blonde hairs at the top of his ass crack. He pushed his middle finger down into the crevice a little. "Fuck." Jake added as his cock lengthened and hung down further, bumping into Brett's nut sac as it filled out and started poking straight out. "Goddamnit. I can't stop getting hard around you."
"Bloody Hell." Brett whispered back as his dick began to grow as well. He was finally less stressed at their predicament, now believing he could escape without being noticed. The shower was still running. They started to buck into each other again, frotting their plump cocks together until they were both fully hard once more.
"We have to stop." Jake said.
"I know." Brett whispered back. Their faces were right next to each other. Their mouths were touching each other's cheeks. They continued to grind, and they pulled their heads back just enough so that their mouths were right next to each other. Then their lips met. They began to make out, swirling their warm, wet tongues together. They wrapped their arms around each other's torsos. Jake moaned.
"Damn, Dude! You going for round two in there?" Eric yelled as he walked by the open bathroom door. Brett and Jake broke apart and looked at each other. Their expressions went from surprise and panic to silently giggling.
"I think I might be." Jake yelled out from behind the curtain.
"You're a horny pervert." Eric yelled, laughing and then they heard the door shut behind him. Jake reached under Brett's arm and shut off the water. He pulled the curtain back and stepped out of the tub and grabbed his towel and tossed the one that Eric had moved to take a leak at Brett.
"You just gonna leave me like this?" Brett said, nodding down at his erection. Then he stepped out too and grabbed Jake by the waist from behind and shoved his stiff cock down under Jake's round ass cheeks. He started thrusting - half jokingly and half not.
"Bro. Leo's gonna be home soon. We got lucky with E, but Leo's here for the rest of the day now and he's more suspicious than Eric. He'll know something's up. You gotta get dressed at least.
"But my donger won't fit in my jeans now. You made it too big." Brett said, playfully, still thrusting at Jake's butt.
"Your donger's not getting in back there." Jake said, laughing. "Seriously. Get dressed. We have to be careful. We just talked about this. We need to keep this on the down low, Bro." Jake couldn't believe he was the voice of reason between the two of them. They were dangerous together.
"Just suck me for one more minute." Brett said. "That was crazy. It made me fucking randy as shit now that Eric's gone."
"Yeah, you were freaking out in there." Jake said, referring to the shower. "What if he'd stuck his head behind the curtain?"
"Would he have done that? While you were naked and tossing off?" Brett asked.
"I don't know. Maybe. It's not like we hide shit like that. We've been doing it in front of each other since we learned how." Jake said. "He doesn't care. There's no privacy with us. We're brothers - for real now since our dads got married."
"I keep forgetting that." Brett said as he started to dry his body. "Is that weird? I never asked how the wedding was this summer. You were your dad's best man, right?"
"Yeah. We both were. Eric was Matt's best man." Jake said. "It was cool. It was a fun party. I'm happy for 'em." Brett raised his eyebrows as if to concede Jake's assessment and to shrug off his comment about it being weird. "The bachelor party was another story. Holy shit. Remind me to tell you about it sometime."
"Damn. I forgot about that too. Vegas, right?" Brett said.
"Yeah." Jake said. "Escorts, strippers, Matt's old college roommate came out and hooked up with another guy at the party. Two guys actually. One of 'em is Brandon's manager at the club. It was fuckin' crazy."
"No shit?" Brett said. "So...did you hook up?"
"You jealous?" Jake asked. He tried to smirk as if Brett were joking but he was genuinely curious if Brett really cared. They weren't even in contact all summer. Jealousy made no sense. He still liked the idea though, regardless.
"Fuck off." Brett said, but his tone said otherwise.
"I'll tell you about the whole weekend sometime. It's hard to summarize. Get dressed." Jake said and bent down to kiss Brett's left nipple before putting his head under his towel to dry his hair.
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Part 2: Indecent Proposal
"Hey, Eric. You wanna make some money this Saturday night?" Brandon asked. He was standing in the kitchen, making mac-n-cheese. It was like Brandon lived there too now. Eric saw more of him than Aaron lately.
"At Cell Block?" Eric asked. "Like Leo did when he danced in the gold cage?"
"Yeah. We're down a bunch of go-go boys because it's the same night as the Taylor Swift concert in town and somehow a bunch of them all got tickets together."
"Sounds cool, but I don't really dance." Eric said.
"You don't really have to dance. You just have to keep moving to music." Brandon said as he stirred in some canned tuna.
"That's gross." Eric said, watching him scoop out the can.
"I need to the protein." Brandon said. "So what do you think?"
"I don't know." Eric said. "I don't think I have the right...attitude for that. I'm not a performer."
"Ok. I'm just gonna be blunt. Maybe you don't need the cash, but you could really clean up in the cage. You're muscular and really hairy. We don't ever get a hunky otter. You'd be like a rare animal hardly ever scene in the wild. You'd clean up. You could maybe make a grand."
"A what?!?" Eric said. "Like a grand, like, a THOUSAND DOLLARS? For one night's work?"
"Yeah. Maybe not quite that much, but Leo made like six hundred I think, and he looks like all the other dancers."
Eric felt some competitive pride for some reason. Leo had bragged for weeks about how much he made there. Eric was suddenly interested in proving he could make more.
"I'm a, 'hunky otter?" Eric said. "What's a fucking otter?"
"A young, fit, hairy guy." Brandon said. "And you're all natural. You don't really trim anything. You're like a rare bird at the zoo or something. Guys love that type. Especially the older ones with money."
"Huh." Eric said, pondering the option. "Do the dancers get like, groped and shit? I don't think I could handle that."
"No, the cages are up on a pedestal. They can't really grab you at all. And we have bouncers anyway." Brandon said. "Think about it."
"Is Leo doing it?" Eric asked. "How many do you need?"
"We're down four. I think we have two already booked though. "I asked Leo. He was bummed. He has a date."
"Wait, what? Leo has a date?" Eric said. "I can't believe he didn't tell me that." He seemed a little hurt to have found out that way. He thought they were besties.
"Well you've been hanging out at Lana's all week. I just asked him at lunch. It's probably new news." Brandon said, always trying to smooth things over for anyone around him that seems agitated.
"Who else have you asked?"
"A guy from the gym that I know. He plays football. I'm not sure he'll do it. I was gonna ask Aaron's friend, Lance; that frat guy." Brandon said. "I haven't asked Jake yet. He'd probably do it again. He's alway low on cash."
"Do that. Ask him. I'd do it if he does. It wouldn't be so weird. Plus he'd finally have money for pizza. He's been a fucking leech lately." Eric said. "He's also eaten all my Honey Nut Cheerios. He's owes me." Brandon laughed.
"I just haven't seen him yet." Brandon said, walking over to the sofa and sitting next to Eric with a large bowl of an entire box of Kraft Mac-n-cheese mixed with tuna and shriacha.
"Dude, that is fucking disgusting." Eric said.
"Bro, you're eating cereal for like the tenth meal in a row."
"I know." Eric said. "It's just so easy and I love cereal. Every kind."
"So Lana won't care if you're dancing at Cell Block?"
"Fuck, no. Not for a grand. She'd think it was hilarious. She'd probably go and bring a bunch of her sorority sisters. Is that a bad thing?" Eric asked. "It would be a turn on for her, I think."
"Nope. We have girls there. Not that many, but there are always a bunch, especially on weekends. I think girls like to go there because they know they won't get hit on. They can just dance and have fun."
"Huh. Never thought about that. It must kinda suck having guys after you all the time." Eric said.
"Tell me about it." Brandon said before taking a huge spoonful of pasta. Eric laughed.
"Seriously? It's bad for you there?" Eric said and then thought about it for a second. "I guess that makes sense. Guys suck. They're horny and aggressive no matter which sex they're going after." He said, 'they'. Eric was horny, but never an asshole to women - but he'd seen it a lot and heard about it from Lana and her sorority sisters. "It must be really bad for you." He added. Brandon's hotness wasn't lost on Eric. He wasn't blind. He knew Brandon was handsome - and respected his fitness to the point of jealousy. He had a perfect body. But guys like attention for that. Eric certainly did. He worked hard at his muscular physique and loved the attention it got him from women. They were always grabbing his biceps and putting their hands on his chest. He was even flattered when he knew guys admired it - or were even attracted to it. He always knew Aaron thought he was hot - not because he'd ever said anything. Aaron was too cool to ever do anything that would make their friendship awkward - but he could tell by the way Aaron looked at him. He liked that. He liked it from anyone. That made him think maybe dancing in a cage and being admired for all his hard work at the gym, might be fun. And it would definitely get him laid. Lana would think it was hot as fuck. He was going to get laid anyway, though, but she'd be extra- horny. "Doesn't Aaron get jealous?"
"He doesn't." Brandon said. "He comes and hangs out at my bar a lot of nights. But it's not out of jealousy. I think he likes watching hot guys hit on me. It's like a source of pride for him. It's makes him horny as fuck."
"Dude." Eric said. "I don't need to hear about what makes Aaron horny."
"Eric, you just told me about how horny Lana was gonna get watching you dance at Cell Block." Brandon said, a little annoyed.
"Fair point." Eric said. "My bad."
They both sat in silence, watching an episode of Love Island on the big screen.
"You should wear your singlet." Brandon said, still staring at the TV.
"Really?" Eric said.
"Totally." Brandon said. "Guys think that's hot as fuck."
"You mean YOU think that's hot as fuck?" Eric said, teasing.
"Ok, true. But I'm not kidding. It's a thing. It would guarantee you more tips." Brandon said.
"Really?" Eric said again. "Not something...more revealing?" He was remembering the shiny gold booty shorts Jake had to wear when he'd done it before.
"Well you can pull it down to your waist. Maybe wear a jock strap under it." Brandon said. "Do you wear one? When you wrestle. What do you wear underneath? Is a jockstrap old-school?"
"It is sort of old-school, but I still wear one. It's the most comfortable...the most freedom of movement. Compression shorts just bind up your nuts. I hate that."
"Same, Bro." Brandon said.
"Some guys in high school wore nothing underneath." Eric said.
"No shit?" Brandon said. "That seems risky."
"Yeah - you really need more support." Eric said.
"Oh, I meant it seems dangerous 'cause you could get...you know...a chubby." Brandon said. "It'd be hard to hide."
"Yeah, that never happens." Eric said. They were still both just looking at the screen. Brandon was picturing Eric free-balling in a singlet and was getting chubby himself. He was starting to sweat. It was probably just too much sriracha.
"Never?" Brandon asked.
"Nope. Way too nerve-racking and stressful during a match." Eric said.
"I would." Brandon said.
"Would what?" Eric asked.
"Get a woodie." Brandon said.
"No you wouldn't. Trust me." Eric said. "You're an athlete. You're competitive. The sport comes first."
"Well, I'm not gonna try it anyway." Brandon said. They looked at each other and laughed and went back to eating in silence.
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"So you wanna do it?" Eric asked Jake after filling him in on Brandon's employment opportunity when he got back from class. Brandon had already left for work. Leo and Aaron were both still out.
"Fuck, yeah! Why not?" Jake said. "I gotta say, I can't believe you're even considering this, much less excited about it."
"Well, excited is a bit of a stretch, but a thousand-fucking-dollars in one night?! Who can pass that shit up?!" Eric said.
"I think Brandon was optimistic. I made a lot last time and it was only like, six hundred - and that was for a special party when the place was really packed." Jake said, unable to consider the existence of a world in which Eric would make more than he did. He was still skeptical that Leo had edged him out that night. Leo had an advantage though. He was dancing in tighty -whities. Apparently, that was like catnip to the clientele.
"I only wanna do it if you do." Eric said. He wasn't sure that was true. It was true when Brandon had originally asked him, but he'd been warming up to the idea all afternoon.
"Yeah, sure. I'm in. What's the downside?" Jake said. "I'd work there every weekend for that kind of money."
"Really?" Eric said. "Have you asked Brando? I'm sure you could."
"Well...I guess I don't really wanna work every weekend." Jake said. "I have partying to do." Eric smirked and shook his head. "Is Leo doing it again?" Jake added.
"Nope. He apparently has a date according to Brandon." Eric said. "That was news to me. I'm curious who it is."
"No shit?" Jake said. "Good on him." Jake seemed relieved he wouldn't have to compete with Leo again.
"Ok. Well, text Brando and let him know. He's there now and could talk to Dix. He said he asked some guy on the football team too. You should make sure we can both do it." Eric said, now officially excited about it. Eric's father had talked him into not having a work-study job because wrestling season was already a lot of extra time and he wanted Eric to be able to concentrate on his grades to keep his scholarship, but that meant Eric had to live on his summer job earnings, which weren't going to last much past Christmas at the rate he was buying pizzas and beer. Making even five hundred in one night would keep him flush for longer. He was suddenly salivating for the cash.
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Part 3: Coming Home
"Hey Brando." Jake said. He was still up watching porn on the big screen TV in the living room. He'd been considerate enough to cover his lap with the fuzzy blanket that was always crumpled up somehow on the sofa when he heard the key in the door. Brandon made a mental note to never use that blanket again, knowing now that Jake was probably leaking precum out on it and god knows what else it had been used to wipe off since they'd moved in a month ago.
"Hey, Bro." Jake said. "What's the good word?" He added, making conversation. He'd paused the porn video. Brandon glanced at the blurry scene and couldn't tell exactly who it involved. It was some sort of group scene but he couldn't even tell the genders of the participants. "Long night?"
"Pretty tame for a Thursday. It's homecoming this weekend, though, so we're expecting big crowds." Brandon said.
"Speaking of the weekend, what did Dix say? Are we in?" Jake asked.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I should have texted, but he sent Teddy home and I was tending the back bar alone." Brandon said. "You're in! Dix is excited you'll both be there. Shift starts at 8:00 PM. Be there to get dressed...or undressed, I guess - at 7:30."
"Awesome! Thanks, Bro!" Jake said.
"Are you...doing what I think you're doing?" Brandon asked.
"You wanna join me?" Jake said.
"Tempting." Brandon said, sarcastically. "I got my sweetheart waiting for me behind that door." He added, nodding toward Aaron's room.
"I guess Aaron beats Rosey Palm." Jake said.
"You're stating the obvious, Bro." Brandon said. "You have fun out here."
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"Hey Babe." Brandon said, quietly as he closed the door behind himself and started to undress in the dark.
"Hey, Babe." Aaron said, groggily, having just woken up when Brandon entered.
"How long you been asleep?" Brandon whispered.
"What time is it?"
"2:47." Brandon said, lighting the room temporarily with his phone screen.
"You're home early."
"Yeah. Kinda slow night. I left right at bar time." Brandon said. "Sorry to wake you."
"Don't be sorry." Aaron said, sounding more awake now. "I've been waiting to make you feel better." He paused to throw the covers back so Brandon could climb into bed next to him. He was naked. "Sorry I fell asleep. I tried to stay up. I think I nodded off around 1:00."
"You can go back to sleep."
"No way. I've been dreaming about sucking your cock all day." Aaron said, now rolling onto his back. He reached down to scratch his balls and play with his plump dick that was flopped over on this thigh. "C'mon. Get naked. Come over here."
Brandon kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt off over his head.
"Gotta warn you. I'm sweaty." Brandon said. Then he pulled his briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He grabbed his junk to unstick his nuts from his inner thighs. He groped his dick. It felt good to hold it.
"Good." Aaron said, smiling lazily at him. Brandon's dick started to expand in his fist when he heard the lust in Aaron's voice. Aaron rolled over on his stomach and scooted to edge of the bed. He held out his hand and cupped his palm under Brandon's balls. "Damn. You are sweaty."
"Told you." Brandon said. "Should I go shower?"
"No. I like you sweaty."
"Good because Jake's out there jacking off to some porn and I don't really wanna go back out there."
"He'd love that."
"I know."
"C'mere." Aaron said. He pulled Brandon to his face. He dropped down to his knees on the edge of the mattress and slid his cock into Aaron's mouth.
"I love this fat fucker." Aaron said before he slurped it up between his lips. He sucked on Brandon's thick rod for a couple of minutes. Brandon moaned as if he'd been crossing a desert, and someone had just given him a canteen. "Have I told you before?"
"Told me what?" Brandon said, no longer really thinking.
"That I love this fat fucker of a boner you have." Aaron said. "It's fucking perfect." Brandon's eyes were closed but he smiled. "I got you something while you were at work." Aaron added and pulled off his cock. The cool air felt so good on Brandon's wet boner. He'd been so hot from working all night.
"What is it?" Brandon asked, finally opening his eyes when Aaron didn't return to blowing him. He saw Aaron had switched around so that he was still on his belly but his ass was now pointed at Brandon. Aaron scooted back, bending his knees so that his legs were spread at the edge of the bed, his loose nut sac hanging down below his crack. He reached between his legs and slathered some lube around his hole and then shoved two fingers in. He handed Brandon the bottle of Gun Oil.
"What did you get me?" Brandon asked, confused. He had less blood in his brain.
"A nice, clean hole for you to fuck."
"Wait, really?!" Brandon said. "I thought you were just teasing me or wanting to get rimmed.
"You're tired, aren't you?" Aaron said, with a smirk in his voice. "C'mon. Just fuck me. It'll help you unwind."
"Oh my god, you're the best." Brandon said. He squirted out some lube and twisted his hand around his girthy rod until it was completely coated. "Seriously. This is so awesome. A blow job was already awesome. I thought you'd be asleep. I was fuckin' horny today. All day."
"Hotties at work?" Aaron said and then grunted as Brandon pushed hard against his hole. Aaron pushed out as well and felt Brandon's mushroom head pop through his pucker. He'd been warming himself up with a dildo before he fell asleep so it would be easier. He moaned as Brandon's short cock bottomed out inside him.
"Not really." Brandon said as he started to gently pull out and thrust back in. "Oh, fuck, yeah! This feels awesome!" He started to fuck a little faster, grabbing Aaron by his hips. "I went to the gym though, this afternoon."
"Ah...hotties at the gym, then?" Aaron asked, grunting between thrusts.
"Yeah. The whole fucking football team was in there. You ever seen Zach Freeman naked?" Brandon said. "Fuck yeah!" He added as his balls slammed against Aaron's taint. Aaron started to jack off as Brandon nailed him.
"No." Brandon grunted. "I'm just curious if he's hung as long as it looks." He grunted again and began to breathe heavily. Sweat began to run down between his pecs and down the center of his back. He felt it drip down his crack.
"I have a class with him. I haven't noticed though. He's always wearing a long jersey." Aaron said.
"He's smuggling puppies." Brandon said. He loved that phrase. Aaron smiled to himself.
"You wanna see him while he showers?" Aaron asked, knowing the mental image would speed things along.
"Oh...fuck...yeah!" Brandon said between grunts.
"You wanna fuck him the shower?" Aaron asked. It was just fantasy.
"No." Brandon said. Aaron was confused. He'd fantasized about fucking him and he hadn't even seen the puppies. "I wanna fuck you, while he watches - soaping himself up, beating off to the site of me...oh fuck...cumming!!" Brandon said and he thrust hard one more time and held his trimmed blonde bush against Brandon's smooth, round ass as he unloaded inside. Then he started thrusting again until he felt the last stream of semen pulse out. "Oh, my god. That was so good, Babe. Thank you so much! You're the fucking best. I love you so much!" He said, still thrusting again and then finally pulled out and rolled over the top of Aaron's back until he was lying next to Aaron sideways on the bed.
Aaron rolled over too and was still Jacking off. He closed his eyes. "I love you too, Babe."
"Oh, Fuck. I'm an asshole. What do you need, Babe?" Brandon said. "How can I help you cum?" He didn't wait for an answer. He scooted down and pushed Aaron's hand out of the way and took his boyfriend's giant prick in his mouth. He started pumping with his left hand and sucking hard. He moaned as he tasted Aaron's precum and sucked harder.
"Oh, god. Yes. Fuck yes. Suck me. Suck my cock!" Aaron moaned, spreading his legs. Brandon slid his leg up over Aaron's and rolled over until he was between Aaron's legs so he could get a better angle. He rubbed Aaron's chest with his left hand and played with his balls with his right. Then he went back to stroking the base of his cock as he sucked on just his head. "Fuck, yeah. Keep going. Don't stop! I'm almost there. I'm almost...FUUUCK!!!" Aaron moaned as he filled Brandon's mouth. Brandon moaned too as he swallowed it. He kept sucking hard until Aaron couldn't take it anymore and tapped out. Brandon moved up and gave Aaron a sloppy, cummy kiss. They moaned together and made out. Aaron grabbed Brandon's ass cheeks, trying to pull him even closer, grinding their slippery junk together.
Finally they came up for air. "Seriously. I really love you." Brandon said.
"You better." Aaron said. "'Cause no one loves you more than me."
"Not even my mom?" Brandon joked.
"Well...I have things to offer that she doesn't." Aaron said.
"I like what you just had to offer." Brandon said. "Love. I love what you have to offer." He paused. "But please don't talk about sex and my mom in the same sentence." He smirked, but he was a little serious.
"I'm not the one who brought up your mother when I was trying to be romantic." Aaron said, laughing.
"Ok, that's true. I will take my own advice from now on." Brandon said.
"Maybe just don't talk at all." Aaron said and they went back to making out.
"I'm gonna sleep like a baby." Brandon said between kisses.
"Maybe don't bring up babies either." Aaron said, smiling. "I'm gonna sleep like a rock. Hard as a rock." Brandon laughed.
"Much better." Brandon said and snuggled his nose up into the crook of Aaron's neck. "You're so awesome to come home to."
"You know you don't actually live here." Aaron said, continuing to smile.
"My home is wherever you are."
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Post-Script:
If you primarily stick to the College section and don't venture into the Adult Friends section as a reader, you may not be familiar with the long history of these boys since high school. (I should have noted that at the beginning of Chapter 1 but was trying to start a fresh story, just with some of the same characters.)
For some backstory on the first time Jake and Leo filled in as Go-Go Boy dancers at Cell Block club, please check out Chapters 6, 7, and 8 of the previous story: "Our Son's College Tournament". It includes more of Jake and Brett's first weekend encounter when Jake visited campus to watch Eric wrestle - as well as the crazy night when Jake and Eric's fathers, Will and Matt (the adult friends that landed the story in that section) go to Cell Block and see Jake and Leo dance.
That series alternates between telling Will & Matt's story and Eric and Leo's freshman year dorm life (and Aaron's sophomore year) as seen from that one weekend. Even though Matt and Will are the focus of that Tournament trilogy, a lot of the story is the boy's high school and then college experience that y'all might like if you're new to these characters. ___