What Happens After Breakfast
The morning sun spilled through the kitchen window, warm light making everything brighter as Brett stood beside me, naked and cheeky. The faint scent of last night lingered on him, the perfect mix of sweat, skin, and my soap.
He reached over to grab an egg but his eyes caught the photos hanging on the wall behind me. His grin faded into something softer, more curious. He tilted his head like a kid spotting something strange and wonderful.
“Who is that?” he asked, pointing at a photo of me and a woman smiling wide, arms wrapped around each other.
“That’s my wife,” I said quietly.
He blinked, then asked, voice gentle, “Where is she now?”
I looked away for a moment, swallowing the lump in my throat. “She passed a couple of years ago.”
He was silent for a beat, then said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... ”
“It’s okay,” I said, forcing a smile. “She’s part of my past now.”
He nodded slowly, deep in thought.
I don't know, but felt the need to add, "I've had time to process it. I'm a different person now."
The whisk was in a metal container, which I grabbed for him and handed it to him.
"Thanks," he took the whisk. "So, do you mind if I ask... ?"
I walked over to the fridge and got the butter and milk out, then put them in front of him on the bench, then moved behind him, intentionally brushing my soft cock against his ass.
"Ask away," I stated matter-of-factly.
"That big cock of yours is gonna end up back in my ass before we even eat, isn't it?" he asked, beginning to whisk the eggs.
"Highly likely," I observed, "was that what you wanted to ask me? I'd say that was obvious."
He smiled, a smile that inevitably lit up his face. Being handsome was one thing, but smiling, where your blue eyes lit up and your entire expression softened and somehow, made him even better looking.
I smiled back, the weight easing a little.
He shook his head, still grinning, "I was just curious if you're like, bi or ... gay ... or one of those ... ?"
The spice rack was on the other side of him so I once more brushed myself against his butt, also rubbing my chest into him as I brushed past, "one of those... ?" I asked, as I took out some spices and put them in front of him.
He looked uncomfortable, like I'd thrown him. I was about to give him a rescue, but he recovered. "One of those guys who says they're straight, then spend the weekend in a guys' butt."
I laughed out loud.
"Possibly one of those, though more likely one of the other kind. The one who doesn't quite know, but knows he loves those hot butts... "
He was about to say something, but I cut him off, "and loves putting his hard cock in those butts."
Brett said, "so romantic."
"You want candles with breakfast then?" I added.
He scoffed, but smiled, while sprinkling far too much spice into the egg mixture.
“Enough about that,” I said, nudging him playfully. “You’re here to help me not burn breakfast.”
I put a pan on the stove and turned it on, and reached out for the mixture.
"You're hot," he said matter-of-factly. "I thought you might have been one of those straight-ish guys."
"Well, I'm something," I said. Then added, "definitely not straight. Well, at least I wasn't earlier in the shower. Or last night in bed. Or even earlier than that at the park... "
I slid the pan on the stove, the eggs gently cooking as I turned the heat down. Brett leaned against the counter, that cocky grin making my cock twitch all over again.
“You’re pretty confident for a guy who just admitted he doesn’t know what he is,” he said, back against the counter, hands behind him, pelvis thrust forward. I had an impulse to hug him and kiss him right there.
"Thanks. Fake it til you make it. What do you do?" I said.
He shrugged. “Well, I’m finishing this AI automation thing at college, but mostly I’m just figuring shit out."
I smiled, ladling the eggs onto plates. “What’s the plan after college? World domination? Robot uprising?”
He smiled and it warmed me up on the inside, taking a plate. “Maybe. Or just not living in my dad’s basement anymore.”
I handed him a second coffee, then poured myself another cup. The aroma filled the kitchen, mixing with the smell of eggs and Brett’s skin.
We sat down at the table, plates in hand, eyes locking for a second longer than necessary.
“So, what’s your story? Apart from sexy, older man, bordering on the creepy part-time seducer,’” he teased.
I took a sip of coffee. "I'm creepy?"
He took a sip too, his leg under the table forcing its way between my thighs and stroking my cock.
"Well, you hover around parks looking for college boys. Probably illegal in some countries."
I laughed, realizing I was starting to like this kid a lot.
“I run security systems for corporate offices. Mostly from home, which means I can get distracted pretty easily.”
His eyes lit up. “Sounds like the perfect job for you. I mean, if you’re as easily distracted as you say.”
I smirked. “You have no idea.”
He grinned, cutting off mouthfuls of food. “So, do you get many visitors during work hours?”
“Depends on the visitor,” I said, reaching down to help his foot get right into my crotch. “Some are a lot more distracting than others.”
Brett laughed, leaning back in his chair and studied me.
I said, “Well, I'm hoping after breakfast you'll leave, just so I can get some work done. Then I'm hoping you'll come over later.”
He raised an eyebrow, took a piece of bread and popped it into his mouth. "Was that a weird, kick me out but invite me over again later kind of thing?"
I thought about it, feeling my dick hard again against the base of his foot.
"Yeah. Guess so," I said, hoping he didn't misunderstand my meeting.
We ate in comfortable silence for a moment, the casual intimacy folding around us like a warm blanket.
"You really are confused then," he said.
I massaged his foot and finished eating. Realizing I was potentially ready for something more.
“So,” Brett said suddenly, “what do you really want from all this?”
I looked at him, surprised by the question. “I don’t know yet. What about you?”
He shrugged, his grin softening. “Right now, I just want more mornings like this.”
I smiled, feeling something flicker deep inside. Maybe that was enough to start with.
"I'm not going anywhere," was all I could think to say.
He looked behind him at the wall and noticed the clock. "Ah shit, I need to go soon. Got classes soon."
I nodded, reluctantly moving his foot off my cock and picking up the plates. As I was about to walk off, he reached out to grab me. "Hey."
I paused, wondering what.
"Might have to sort that out though, you know... I wouldn't want you distracted today while I'm gone and me missing out on all the fun."
I smiled, and placed the dishes on the kitchen counter.
When I turned, he'd already stood up and was halfway to me. A look in his eye I recognized.
He dropped to his knees and put my dick in his mouth.
He didn’t hesitate. Naked and hungry, he sank to his knees before me, the warmth of his breath brushing my cock like a promise. His lips parted, wet and inviting, and his tongue slid slowly over the head, tracing lazy circles that made my knees weaken. His hands moved deliberately, stroking me through the slick heat gathering between us.
I lowered my gaze and caught sight of him jerking himself off, bare skin flushed with desire, eyes half-closed as if tasting pleasure on every flick of his wrist. There was something intoxicating about watching him lose himself in the moment while still holding my gaze.
The world shrank to the slick, wet heat of his mouth and the steady pressure of his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. His tongue teased the head of my cock, flicking over the sensitive flesh again and again, as if memorizing every curve. His lips wrapped around me, sucking with a deep, wet rhythm that made my knees tremble.
My breath hitched, muscles tightening with every slow, greedy pull. His hand matched the tempo, sliding up and down with firm, measured strokes that left me gasping. Time lost meaning, there was only the wet warmth, the slick friction, and the steady drum of my heart pounding in my chest.
He took me deeper, swallowing slowly, then pulling back just enough to tease me before diving right back in. Each suck was a slow, consuming promise, and his mouth moved with such deliberate care that I felt like I was the only thing that mattered.
He played with my balls, while stroking my cock as he sucked. I wanted to nut really bad.
Then, like a sudden tidal wave, release crashed through me. My body convulsed with the force of it, heat spilling over, spilling out. He swallowed every drop with a practiced grace, then pulled back slowly, licking his lips as if savoring a rare delicacy.
He stood, naked and breathing heavy, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. But then his smile faltered when I noticed the thick ropes of cum pooling on the floor beneath him. The mess was undeniable, a messy testament to the night and morning’s chaos.
Without a word, he started pulling on his clothes. I remained where I was, still naked, toes curling into the sticky warmth on the floor, half amused, half confused that he left it all there, unbothered, unapologetic.
I threw on some clothes, still feeling the heat of him pressed close against my skin. Brett pulled on his shirt, smirking like he knew exactly what he wanted.
“You coming by later?” I asked, grabbing my keys.
He grinned. “Hell yeah.”
I laughed. “Good. No backing out.”
I slid into the driver’s seat and simultaneously hit the button for the garage remote. Brett got in next to me.
The ride was quiet but electric. Every now and then our eyes met. There was no need for words. We both knew there was more coming.
When we pulled up at his stop, he didn’t rush to get out. Instead, he looked at me with those blue eyes, serious for once.
“I’m not very experienced at seeing anyone more than a couple of times." he said it in a way that spoke volumes.
I nodded. “Neither am I.”
“But with you? I want to try.”
My throat tightened. “Me too.”
He smiled, a very real one. Then opened the door and stepped out.
I watched him disappear into the crowd, knowing damn well this was just the beginning.
Something big is coming. And I’m ready.
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