All names and characters in this story are completely fictional; any similarity to any persons, living or dead, are simply coincidental. If this story in anyway offends you, I apologize in advance.
It's mid-July. The weather's pretty warm, and the sun shines down on the head of two boys, sitting next to each other on a bench in a nice green yard. There's a slight breeze coming from the west, moving Brandon Anderson's dark hair into his face.
The blonde boy, Justin Sanders, sitting to his left chuckles softly and brushes it out of his face. Brandon turns into his hand and smiles at the tow-headed boy.
Brandon is 15; a sophomore at Jefferson High. He isn't an athlete, but he is in good shape; he has bulging biceps, defined pecs, and under his tiny paunch is a rock hard six pack. Just under six foot, his shoulders are considered "narrow" and he has long legs to go with his shaggy, dark brown hair and gray eyes that could knock you off the face of the earth. He sings like an angel and plays guitar, and more likely than not, you can see him on a stoop, or in the park playing guitar with a hat on the ground in a pair of tight jeans, Chuck Taylor's, and a band tee-shirt. Brandon grew up in a religious family. Stuck in the middle, he had two younger brothers, and an older brother and sister. While the religion only stewed the family, Brandon and his siblings were rebellious. Though ironic, he feels that his church pressured him into being gay. His older brother assures him it's as natural as being straight, but he wouldn't know, because he's gay as well.
Justin, on the other hand, was 16; a junior at the school forty-five minutes away, George Washington High. Justin, however, is an athlete and when he isn't running track or cross country, he's hitting homeruns or scoring three-pointers. So being the runner he is, his calves and thighs are nothing but muscle. His forearms have veins protruding everywhere, and his biceps practically rip through his shirts; he has washboard abs and his chest is broad and strong. Unlike Brandon, Justin is only five foot six and his short blonde hair is always styled to stay out of his baby blue eyes. Justin is the kind of kid you'd find hanging out in the mall with his friends or cruising in his hot shot car, but his parents are defiantly not who you'd imagine. One word comes to mind. Hippie; enough said.
Brandon reaches his arm around Justin's shoulders. Anyone could tell these two boys were more than friends. They were sitting far closer than any boy would; thigh to thigh, knees touching. Justin reaches his hand for Brandon's left knee and allows it to crawl up his thigh. Brandon watches Justin's hand crawl up his leg and turns to face him. Justin's eyes lock with Brandon's and his heart stops beating for a moment. Brandon reaches his hands out to cup Justin's face, and kisses him ever so gently on the lips.
Justin melts into his kiss; his shoulders slump and he closes his eyes. Brandon pulls away, stands up and grabs Justin's hand. Pulling him to his feet, Brandon leads him towards the front door.
Brandon leans in to nibble on Justin's neck.
"Brandon! Weak spot! Weak! Spot!" Brandon says nothing as he beings to kiss up to Justin's ears. Justin shivers with pleasure, "Stop it, Brandon."
Brandon only smiles, and whispers breathily and hotly into Justin's ears, "This could take awhile, Justin. Can you last?"
Justin bites his bottom lip and moans "I think so, yes."
"It'll be worth it, Justin, I promise." Brandon kisses every inch between Justin's ear, and his lips; slow and lingering. When the boys' lips make contact, Justin lets out a soft moan. Brandon bites Justin's bottom lip and Justin arches his back into Brandon, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning. Brandon wraps his arms around Justin; one around his waist and the other cradling his head. Justin moans again and wraps his arms around Brandon's sides. To this, Brandon runs his fingers through Justin's hair, causing the blonde sixteen year old to dig his fingers into Brandon's back. Brandon knows exactly what to do.
He pulls away, and begins kissing down Justin's neck. Justin bites his bottom lip, running his fingers through Brandon's hair with one hand, while the other hand grips the sheets. Brandon continues kissing down Justin's body, caressing his collarbone with a kiss. Feeling Brandon's lips, Justin moans and grips Brandon's long hair.
Brandon smiles and lays Justin slowly onto his back. Justin raises his arms and Brandon strips off the boy's shirt, straddling him and leaning forward to kiss his mouth again. Brandon slides one hand under Justin to the small of his back, the other caressing Justin's face. Justin reacts ideally, arching his back, moaning and biting Brandon's bottom lip.
Brandon pulls back, searching Justin's face. Justin stares back with submissive eyes that scream "I want you," biting his bottom lip in hope. Brandon leans forward and kisses Justin once more, longingly. Justin moans as Brandon kisses down his neck to his collarbone and onto his chest. Justin's head rolls to the side, his back arching and his fingers digging into the sheets. Brandon drags his fingers down Justin's arms, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head, holding them as he retraces his steps and kisses back up Justin's neck to his lips.
Justin laces his fingers with Brandon's. Brandon squeezes Justin's hands and kisses him again. Brandon kisses his way back to Justin's ears and whispers, "Are you ready?" Justin is speechless; he nods.
Brandon straightens up and unbuttons Justin's pants, slowly pulling them down around his hips. Justin wiggles and helps Brandon slide them off. Brandon straddles Justin again, stripping off his shirt, he reaches for Justin's hands, guiding them to the button on his pants, stalling to rub them on the bulge in his jeans. Justin sits up a bit and unbuttons Brandon's pants. Justin looks into Brandon's gray eyes and smiles as he slides the tight jeans off Brandon's perfect ass. Brandon kicks off his jeans and chuckles as he leans into Justin, kissing him to lay him back down. Justin strains to keep his lips locked with Brandon's, trying to taste him for as long as he can. Brandon straightens up, still straddling the five-foot-six boy, and runs his fingers across Justin's stomach, inducing shivers, moans, smiles and causing his toes to curl.
Brandon looks into Justin's baby blue eyes, scared, searching and hoping for guidance. Justin locks eyes, and lets Brandon know he's ready, he wants this, it's okay. With shaking hands, Brandon undoes the button on his boxers while continuously glancing back at Justin for something. Anything. Justin sits up, kissing Brandon, and reaching into his boxers, taking hold of his six inch cock. Brandon's cheeks flush. Justin smiles as he pulls away, taking out Brandon's six inches to stroke it. Brandon feels his cock start to grow and harden; so does Justin. Brandon lets his fingers drag down Justin's back, causing Justin to moan and press his body against Brandon's, still stroking his now nine inches, Justin bites his lip and looks up and Brandon with wanting eyes.
Brandon crawls backwards, keeping his eyes locked with Justin's. He pulls down the boy's boxer-briefs and discards them across the room as he lowers his head, kissing the head of the boy's hard seven inch dick. Justin bites his bottom lip and moans a little bit at the feeling of Brandon's lips on his cock. Brandon grabs Justin's shaft with his right hand and opens his mouth to take some of it in. Slowly, Brandon beings to move his head up and down Justin's shaft, grabbing his sack and massaging his balls. Justin throws his head back and moans in ecstasy. Brandon picks up speed, and goes a bit deeper, his nose now in Justin's blonde pubes. He pauses every once in awhile to flick his tongue around the head of Justin's dick. Justin writhes around in the sheets, moaning and biting his bottom lip. Unable to speak, he breathes out an, "Oh Brandon."
Brandon continues to suck Justin's shaft, moving his hand up and down, feeling Justin's dick being to pulsate. Justin can't contain himself anymore, and shoots a load down the back of Brandon's throat. Brandon swallows it all, and pulls Justin's dick out of his mouth, licking his lips. Brandon looks into Justin's hungry eyes, listening to the boy's moans and pants; questioning.
Justin looks back into Brandon's eyes and says. "Brandon I...I want you in me. I'm ready." Brandon's eyes widen and he strips off his boxers. He flips over Justin and pulls him onto his hands and knees, trailing his fingertips down Justin's spine and kissing his back. Justin shivers and moans, pushing his cute ass into the air, waiting. Brandon lubes up his nine inches, and rubs Justin's back once more. The blonde boy looks back at Brandon, biting his lip.
Nervously, Brandon takes his cock and slowly slides it into Justin's ass, worried, hoping he didn't hurt the boy. Justin inhales sharply and moans loudly, slightly in pain but mostly in pleasure as he closes his fists around a handful of sheets. Brandon asks, "Is this okay? It doesn't hurt does it?"
"It's fine baby, in fact...It's more than fine...It's amazing."
Brandon slowly and gently starts thrusting in and out. Justin lets out a moan and tightens his ass around Brandon's cock, sending a sensation down Brandon's spine. Brandon becomes confident, and hungry for Justin's moans and screams; He grabs Justin's waist tight, and being thrusting a little bit harder, and faster. Justin's surprised, and so turned on by this power, and digs his fingers into the sheets, and moans out, louder than before, "Oh yess, Brandon, harderr!"
Brandon feels Justin's need. Keeping a steady rhythm, he thrusts a little bit faster, but begins thrusting so hard, his balls begin slapping Justin's prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure so great through Justin that his arms go a little weak. Justin moans loudly, almost a scream, as his body moves and quakes with each and every thrust; "Ohhh my God, Brandon!" He bites his bottom lip, moaning with each thrust.
Brandon reaches his right hand to grip Justin's shoulder and thrusts deeper than before. Justin throws his head back and lets out a scream, his body shaking with delight. Brandon reaches his left hand around Justin's waist and grabs his cock, stroking it and thrusting faster. Justin starts breathing harder and more uneven, letting out tiny moans every time Brandon's body connects with his ass. Justin reaches back with one hand, running it down Brandon's chest, and replacing it in its previous position to keep him from collapsing onto the bed. Justin's muscles tense, and feeling the complete ecstasy of every, single thrust, he screams out Brandon's name. "Oh Brandon!! Oh God!! Brandon!!! Fuck me!"
Brandon's right hand scratches down Justin's back, returning to his waist, and he jacks Justin off, until he shoots another load onto the bed. Once again returning his hand to Justin's waist. Justin screams and moans, throwing his head back again.
Breathing heavily, Justin moans with every thrust, his body beginning to tremble, not knowing how much more he can take.
Brandon listens to Justin's breathing, only letting out a sigh once in awhile. Hearing his breathing go rough and heavy, Brandon only speeds up, waiting to achieve his goal of bringing Justin to climax; Brandon thrusts as hard and deep as he can.
Justin moans and simple phrases escape his lips with every thrust, egging Brandon on. Justin's arms go weak, and they being to shake, his whole body quaking violently. After a few more minutes of Brandon's hard, fast, deep thrusts, Justin can't contain himself any longer and screams Brandon's name at the top of his lungs as his arms give out and he collapses on the bed, climaxing and breathing heavily.
Justin flips himself over, and Brandon is beating off, waiting for his own climax. He knows Justin can't suck him off, because his boy has the worst gag reflex in the world, so Justin slides down, waiting under Brandon's cock, mouth open. Brandon points his dick into Justin's mouth, closes his eyes and continues to jack off for the last ten seconds, shooting his load all over the boys face. Justin tries to get as much as he can in his mouth and swallows quickly. Unexpectedly, Brandon leans down and kisses Justin, licking his own come up, and thrusting his tongue deep inside Justin's mouth where Justin sucks all of it off Brandon's tongue.
Without breaking this kiss, Brandon peels back the covers, and pulls them over himself and Justin as he lies next to the boy, wrapping him in his arms and kissing, licking and nibbling his neck.
Justin sighs in complete satisfaction, "That was amazing," he moans. Brandon only chuckles as he kisses Justin's mouth once more, Justin kisses him back, passionately, before closing his eyes and snuggling himself into Brandon's chest. Brandon leans down and kisses Justin's forehead, holding the boy tight, he closes his eyes.