Brandon's Pet

Henry crawled across the floor until between Brandon’s outstretched legs. He put his face against the left thigh feeling the contact of warm bare skin against his cheek. He looked up the thigh at the loose gym shorts, and the small gap, dark within that teased him about what it held. He slid his cheek along the thigh until his nose touched the frayed leg opening. He inhaled Brandon’s scent as fingers combed through his hair then balled into a fist. Brandon tugged his head up until they were facing each other.

Brandon spat in his face, then let go of his hair sitting back into the chair. The legs moved further part and Henry knew what was expected of him. He put his face back to the thigh and moved forward until pushed into the crotch. He pushed, wormed his way up the loose leg opening until his nose and lips touched bare flesh. At first, he didn’t know if it was cock or sac, but he licked it, feeling the looseness of the skin, how it moved with this tongue and knew he was toying with Brandon’s nut sac. He pushed his face into the crotch further, desperate to feel the cock. He stuck out his tongue, working it into the crotch, over the nut sac until finally touching the cock.

Henry felt Brandon move, lean forward while he licked at the cock. A hand came down his back, rubbed down his spine until working fingers between his cheeks. There was no slow teasing, just the fingers going to their target, his tight opening, where one then two fingers quickly penetrated him. They breached his tightness and bore into his ass as he tongued the confined cock.

As fingers worked his ass and his face was buried in Brandon’s crotch, he felt his nudity the most. Felt his own cock and loose sac hanging between his thighs. The cool air of their dorm room caress his bare skin. For half the semester it was always like this. Naked, down on all fours, waiting for Brandon to come from his last class. Then he submitted to him, gave of himself to please him.

He pulled back and tugged on the shorts with his teeth. It was always a struggle to get whatever Brandon wore pulled down. Eventually, he got the shorts around the ass with Brandon’s help, then tugged down each leg. He worked them off each foot, giving the top of each one a kiss with each success. Then he kissed and licked up one leg until back at the crotch. He repeated the process with the boxers, still wishing Brandon would go commando but also finding pleasure in his struggle to remove them and finally free the cock. It angled up hard when he finally got the boxers pulled over it and he worked frantically to get them off so he could return to the crotch where the cock awaited his mouth and it ministrations.

He licked the tightening sac, worked the nuts within, pushing them apart, then sucking one then the other into his mouth, giving each a tug. It made Brandon shiver and moan, then grab him by the hair again, pulling his face away.

“Fucking whore, suck me,” Brandon whispered in a stern tone.

And Henry did as he was told, leaning down, and taking the cock into his mouth and sucking. He sucked down on it until the head plugged his throat. He worked his tongue along the hard shaft and over the head until he felt Brandon push up slightly. He held the arrow shaped head in his mouth and sucked until his cheeks caved in and the cock flexed thick. Then he worked his mouth up and down its full length, all eight inches of it, over and over and over, until it flexed and grew thicker. Then he let the spurting cock fill his mouth with cum, wad after wad until it threatened to leak from his mouth. But he held his lips tight around the cock as it ejaculated its load, knowing he would be punished if he spilled even a drop.

Once Brandon was spent, he looked up and opened his mouth to show him how he had captured every drop. He held out his tongue covered in cum, then he closed his mouth and let Brandon watch him swallow it.

It was up to Brandon how their sex would continue. Would he remain on the floor. Would he stay on all fours, or be rolled to his back, or maybe Brandon would push him to his stomach, cock pinned against the hard floor while Brandon hammered his ass. Or Brandon may pull him up and to his bed, the one with sheets crusted with cum and smelling of their sex over the last three days. He would be pushed to his back or stomach and fucked on the disheveled bed, listening to it squeak softly in rhythm to Brandon’s fuck.

His bed was designated for their most physical fucking, for Brandon’s bed was for sleeping and the middle of the night fucks where Brandon was gentle. They slept naked; he wrapped up by Brandon’s arms nestled against the warm body. Or if punished for a minor infraction, forced to lay at the foot of it, naked and on top of the cover. If the infraction was major, he would be tied to the foot of the bed and left on the floor for the night. He had slept in all three places often.

 

 

It had started freshman year second semester. The first semester they lived with each other as roommates, nothing more. They hovered around each other, at times Henry wondering if Brandon hated him for some reason. He often feared Brandon knew his secret. He saw the stares and the quick glances, and worried Brandon could see it on him somehow. See that he was an introverted closeted gay guy struggling with his feelings and loneliness. He assumed Brandon was straight, for he considered the guy a jock. Brandon worked out four or five times a week, played football and basketball with some of the guys in the dorm, and to Henry’s dismay, just exuded masculinity to the point the room smelled of it…or so he imagined.

It had been spring semester when it had happened the first time. How they managed to arrive back to their room at the same time and both slightly drunk was a fluke. A coincidence that led to them talking to each other for the first time. A talk that led to a minor argument, one that caused him to admit to being a virgin, then to being gay. Brandon teased him for being a virgin, but not for being gay. He had replayed that night over in his head so often, and each time it aroused him to think of it in detail. How Brandon got him to suck his dick, swallowing a huge load.

They had fallen asleep in Brandon’s bed, the two of them intertwined together, and sometime in the early morning hours right before sunrise, Brandon was on top of him, rubbing cock over his tight opening until he had begged him to stop teasing him. Brandon’s fuck had been powerful, every thrust hammered his insides as hips smacked against his ass. He had come while Brandon fucked him, pumping out his load around his pinned cock.

Brandon had been angry, or pretended to be, for soiling his bed, and made him lick it up. It was at that moment Brandon knew him, really knew what he wanted. He thought often of how Brandon watched him lick his cum from the bed, then grabbed him by the hair forcing his face down to his cock, telling him to clean it up too. He had done it, aroused by the tug of his hair and the humiliation of cleaning the cock that had just fucked him.

The rest of the semester, Henry found himself on his knees servicing Brandon, or down on all fours taking his fuck. Brandon would come to him while he showered, pushing him against the wall pumping a load into his ass. Then there was the nights Henry woke to Brandon coming to his bed, tugging off his boxers, complaining about him wearing them, then holding him down fucking his ass. Before the semester ended, Henry began to sleep naked. He did it teasingly, stripping before him, then climbing into bed leaving the blanket down at his feet, or pulled up just enough to conceal his cock, or laying on his stomach, letting it slip below his ass. He put himself on display, made himself available to Brandon, and was never disappointed. Brandon came to spend less time in the evenings with his friends, and more with him. He found himself getting naked after class and not getting dressed until the next morning before heading out for another day of classes. And day after day, early mornings, afternoons after classes, evenings and in the middle of the night, he sucked Brandon’s cock and took it in the ass. Before long, his bed was for fucking and Brandon’s for sleeping.

The summer break had been torture, day after day, week after week, he masturbated constantly while thinking of Brandon’s cock. Thinking about how filled his mouth or plunged into his depths during fuck after fuck. It had been like he was making up for arriving on campus a virgin. It had been nearly every day during the semester after that first drunken night when he eventually found himself on his back, knees pressed into the bed either side of his torso while Brandon hammered his ass.

With the new year, their sophomore year, found Brandon exploring other aspects of this relationship that had developed between them. The setting of rules and thus punishments for breaking them. The wooden ruler then a real paddle that Brandon would redden his ass before fucking it. The arrival of a box that Brandon had him open. He had been shocked at first to pull out the wrist and ankle cuffs, then struggled to suppress his desire to smile at the way Brandon wanted to possess him. There was a coil of nylon rope from a hardware store, then a section of chain that Brandon used to connect the ankle cuffs.

Henry knew of the scenario, of one man submitting to another in bondage, but he didn’t know how it worked or how it would affect him to submit. Brandon used the gear on him sparingly and he knew it was out of a sense of caution. It would be worrisome for others on the floor to find out how Brandon was using him. But there was no worry in him staying naked in their room.

Matthew from the room across the hall had walked in one time when Brandon forgot to lock the door to find him sitting in his desk chair and a naked Henry standing before him (luckily not down on all fours as he typically would be). Brandon had kept his composure and just told Henry he should go get his shower and stop parading around naked, blowing it off as a joke. In the past, Matthew had complained of his roommate, Tyler, of doing the same, and Brandon knew Matthew would think nothing of it if they didn’t make an issue of it.

So, the end of October arrived with Henry possessed by Brandon. At night, after some ritual then sex, Brandon would jokingly call him his pet before kissing him with an intimacy Henry had never dared to expect.

 

 

Brandon came up out of the chair and manhandled Henry until he was on his stomach on the hard cold floor. His legs were pushed apart, and a hand came down on the side of his head holding him down. Cock dragged up and down his ass until he was pushing upward. His own cock, pinned beneath him flexed hard with his arousal.

“Spread your ass,” Brandon commanded.

Henry reached back and spread his ass for Brandon. He opened himself up to him again, exposing the most private part of himself. He felt the cock rake up and down his ass, then press against his tightness. He pushed upward until he felt the breach, then the slow penetration as cock stretched him open. His fingers dug into his ass cheeks as he held them apart, shivering with Brandon’s penetration. It seemed impossible how eight inches of thick cock could give him such a fullness of penetration. The feel of it boring into the very center of his being. He moaned and grunted and push upward, wanting the penetration, every fucking inch.

“Please…Brandon…fuck me. Fuck me.”

And Brandon fucked him. At first, a slow grinding fuck, tugging cock outward until it nearly slipped free, then a slow push inward, all the way until hips ground against the spread ass. Brandon could go all night with such a slow fuck, with each tug outward then the satisfying push inward. Over and over, and Henry endured it, took every inch, savoring the feel of the penetration and how the cock worked through his opening. But he couldn’t take it long, with how it stroked his desires and made his own cock flex painfully beneath him.

“Fuck. Brandon. Fuck me harder. Please…sir…fuck me harder.”

He said it again, using the word to denote their relationship, Brandon’s dominance over him, and his submission to it. He had only recently begun its use, but each time there was something about it, the way he felt saying it, and always in submitting to Brandon. Sir. Respectful, recognizing Brandon’s authority.

Brandon held him pinned to the floor and began to fuck harder, faster, hips smacking against his ass. The sound of it impossibly loud, too loud, but neither cared, for they were lost to their desires. It echoed in the room, a steady staccato of flesh hitting flesh, its rhythm reflecting the pace of their fuck, of Brandon hammering Henry’s ass.

“Tell me,” Brandon demanded.

“Please Brandon, fuck me,” Henry replied, then submissively, his voice less frenzied. “Use me.”

Brandon fucked until sweat dripped down on Henry. He fucked until huffing and puffing with his exertion. But he didn’t slow again, his pace brutal, his stamina staggering, as he pummeled Henry’s ass. Then he shoved into Henry’s depths, shoved inward until grinding hips against the spread ass, and cried out as he filled Henry with his load.

Henry knew Brandon wasn’t done. Brandon could go again and possibly one more time after that. Brandon began to move again, to work still hard cock inside him. The tug outward then the push inward with an increasing pace until once again in a fuck. He felt Brandon’s cock piston inside him, how it pumped out the previous load he felt trickle down his ass.

“God, I can’t get enough of your ass,” Brandon exclaimed as he held Henry down by the neck.

The fuck was relentless. And Brandon kept up a pace that blurred Henry’s sense of whether the cock was pushing inward or tugging outward. He just knew it was inside him, moving through him, until his own drooled on the floor. Then there was the weight of the Brandon on top of him, hot sweaty skin against his back, hips grinding against his ass. An arm around his neck, and Brandon pulled his head up, held him like some animal that needed taming, and kept fucking. Every push inward pressed Henry’s cock into the floor. It was almost painful how it was trapped beneath him feeling the full weight of their fuck trying to drive it into the floor.

Henry cried out, guttural, primitive, as he came. His cock spurt wad after wad, pooling cum around the head letting it rub slickly on the floor as Brandon kept up his fuck.

“Take me,” Brandon uttered into his ear, then slammed hips down against his ass and shuddered with release.

When Brandon climbed off his back, Henry rolled over to see him come to his feet with gym shorts and boxers still around his ankles. Brandon kicked them off, then tugged on his half hard dripping cock. Henry rubbed his hand down his stomach and around his cock, smearing his cum as Brandon watched.

“Come on, stand up,” said Brandon.

Henry climbed to his feet, looked up at the taller Brandon, the brown eyes staring back with satisfaction, and it made him smile. Brandon reached out and took him by the hand, leading him to the bathroom they shared with the room next door. He liked the intimacy that was developing between them, how Brandon thought nothing of taking his hand.

In the bathroom, with the shower running hot enough to steam up the small room, Henry stepped into it behind Brandon. He knew what was expected, and he took the soap and rubbed it over the muscular body, moved his hand over every curve and form, slipped hands under arms, down around the cock and between the cheeks. He didn’t hesitate to bathe every inch of Brandon, not embarrassed to do so. He rubbed the soap over the chest, down the stomach and over the cock until it hardened from his manipulation. Then he bathed himself while Brandon watched, stroking his cock keeping it hard.

With the suds rinsed from his body, he leaned back against the side wall and stroked his cock with Brandon watching.

“Can I come?”

“Not yet.”

“You want to fuck me again?”

“Yes. Turn around.”

Henry turned to the wall and leaned forward until his forehead was against it while bracing himself with both hands. He stepped back, angling his ass out and spread his feet. Brandon moved between them, kicking them further apart. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, and when Brandon’s cock touched his ass, then rubbed up and down, it flexed with his growing arousal.

“You want it?”

“Yes, sir, please fuck me.”

Brandon leaned against his back putting lips right up against his left ear.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” Brandon whispered as lips grazed against it.

“I need you to fuck me. Please…let me feel you inside me again…sir.”

Brandon held his waist with cock right at his opening. Then there was a push that buried half of it inside him. Then another that had hips against his ass. He shuddered from the sudden penetration. His cock flexed and rose up harder. Brandon began to fuck, hips smacking against his ass as he gulped lung fulls of air. He rocked with their fuck, his cock swinging between his thighs. He pushed his ass back as Brandon swung hips forward, increasing the sense of penetration. How the smack of bodies coming together reverberated through him until his cock was drooling. A hand took his cock, stroking it in rhythm of their fuck. A fast furious pace.

Brandon leaned forward pressing against his back while grinding cock into his depths.

“Come for me. Do it. Do it,” Brandon uttered into his ear.

Henry came, hard, shaking and jerking with each ejaculation as he sprayed the wall with his cum.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Brandon exclaimed.

Henry felt how his opening spasm around the Brandon’s cock. The thrusting cock unrelenting, not slowing, as he came. Then he was spent, truly spent, and he pressed the side of his face to the wall and rocked with Bandon’s continued fuck.

“Take it…take it,” Brandon exclaimed as he pushed Henry against the wall with hips pressed against his ass shuddering with release.

 

 

Henry stood in the bathroom looking at his reflection. He was trying to decide whether he should be anxious about how he was dressed, or excited by it. Brandon had found out about a Halloween party thrown by some art students, and Henry was dressed how Brandon directed. He stood back looking at his reflection feeling the shear naughtiness of it. Could he leave the room dressed like this, knowing Halloween gave him cover, an excuse for it. But still, he fretted at his reflection.

His black jeans hung low on his waist with a thick black leather belt holding them up. Out of the frame of the mirror, he had on black boots that came up mid-calf with the jeans tucked into them. And that was it for clothing for he was shirtless. He felt exposed, his lean torso not measuring up to Brandon’s, but Brandon had told him to do it, told him he was more attractive than he gave himself credit. So, he stood in front of the mirror looking at his bare upper body with a chain around his neck and the wrist cuffs on each wrist. He looked toward the door, knowing Brandon was in the room waiting for him to come out. He pictured how Brandon was dressed in black jeans and tank top, revealing those muscular shoulders and arms. And a black cap pulled low concealing the eyes in shadow just added to the look.

He knew it wasn’t like the men online with leather harnesses, leather pants or shorts, with pierced nipples, navels, and cocks. Brandon didn’t even have some flogger or whip hanging from his waist. They were not as extreme and could play it off as just college guys horsing around. But he felt the cold chain around his neck and knew the truth that it spoke of.

A knock. “Henry?”

Henry smiled, shaking his head at his reflection, then opened the door.

“Okay, let’s go.”

 

 

The party was off campus, at some old house to the north. A woman was in the dining room mixing the music that filled the house. Fast, hard beats seem to vibrate the entire house with songs Henry had never heard before.

He followed Brandon through the house, then outside to the rear yard, noticing the other costumes, some playful, some silly or outrageous, and some, like his own, sexual in nature. But he couldn’t help but notice they seemed to be the only ones who had such a homoerotic tone to their costumes. Girls gave him a knowing smile, and most guys avoided them, but those that didn’t gave them a smile and nod in approval. One even came up to Brandon.

Nice. I like your boy.

After a few drinks and the hour late, the dining and living rooms became a crowd of students dancing to the music. Most of the costumes were half removed or in various states of disarray, but not Henry and Brandon’s. Their costumes seemed to take on a more realistic tone with them sweating from dancing.

At first, they danced like others, everyone independent of one another, each finding their own rhythm. Then Henry noticed some coupling among the crowd, and none captured his attention like the two girls together. Then there were two guys, then two more dancing together. The next song began, one slower, sexually charged, and Henry found Brandon moving to him, closer and closer. He turned, putting his back to him, wondering if Brandon would dare make it obvious. Arms came around his waist, then he felt Brandon against his back, then the unmistakable push against his ass.

“I could fuck you right now,” Brandon whispered in his ear.

And hand moved up his stomach, chest, until holding him by the neck, pushing his head back. Lips closed on his right earlobe and tugged on it, and he couldn’t help it. He closed his eyes to focus on Brandon’s manipulation and moaned.

When he opened his eyes, Henry saw the looks. Smiling nonjudgmental looks that seemed to want to see more. A guy dressed like Andy Warhol came over, putting a hand on Brandon’s shoulder as he leaned in close.

“I’ll show you where my bedroom is upstairs if you let me watch.”

 

 

Henry couldn’t believe Brandon agreed. But he found himself being guided up the stairs behind the guy, Brandon’s hand on his neck making him keep up. They went down the hall to a bedroom at the front of the house. As they entered the room, the guy quickly closed the curtain, turned on a nightstand lamp, then went to a desk on the opposite wall and sat down. He hadn’t said anything since Brandon agreed, sitting quietly, hands in his lap, waiting for Henry and Brandon to show him how they had sex.

“Strip,” Brandon barked, and Henry turned and locked eyes with him. He leaned forward and untied then worked each boot off. He tugged off his socks. Then he stood before Brandon and forgot about the guy behind him as he undid his jeans and worked them down revealing he didn’t have on underwear. He worked the legs off each foot, then tossed the jeans to the side. He stood naked before Brandon, feeling how he occupied his own body. Male, masculine, gay, aroused by another male, and his cock began to flex and thicken as he thought of it. The chain around his neck felt heavier and the cuffs on each wrist felt wider, more prominent. 

“Shit,” the guy behind him uttered, but Henry barely registered it as he went down to his all fours and crawled across the floor to Brandon’s feet. The chain swung from his neck and his cock and sac hung heavy between his thighs, swinging with his movement. Look, motherfucker, he thought as he leaned down and licked Brandon’s right boot, from toe all the way up the top of it at mid-calf. He came to his knees, and hugged Brandon’s legs pushing his hardening cock between them. He pressed his face into the crotch while working his cock between the legs. Then he mouthed the crotch working along the growing erection within. He held his mouth over the head and squeezed it with his lips and exhaled hotly over it. He felt it flex.

Fingers combed through his hair, balled into a fist at the top of his head. A rough pull back and he was looking up at Brandon. He opened his mouth and Brandon spit. First, into his open mouth, then into his face.

“Fuck,” the guy behind him exclaimed.

“Take it out,” said Brandon.

He tugged at the jeans with his teeth until finally getting the button to slip free. Then he took the zipper into his teeth and tugged it down as far as he could, which was just enough. The jeans loosened around Brandon’s waist. He buried his face into the gapped jeans, inhaling Brandon’s masculine scent then mouthing the hardening cock. When he got to the head of it, he locked his lips over it. Brandon took his head and buried his face into the crotch pressing his mouth harder on the cock. Held tight until he was struggling for breath and his face had to be red, Brandon finally let go allowing him to pull back, gasping for breath.

Leaning forward, he tugged on the jeans until they were at the knees, then tugged the boxers down too. When he rose again, he captured the cock in his mouth and moved up until his nose was pressed into the abdomen and cock buried to the back of his throat.

“Suck,” Brandon uttered in a low voice.

Henry felt the eyes watching him. Watching how he held Brandon’s cock in his mouth, then moving on it, dragging his tongue along the hard shaft then swirling it over the head. He worked his mouth on Brandon’s cock in every way he had learned to do. Manipulations that pushed Brandon to the brink of release. Then he would pull back, slowing until Brandon eased down from nearly coming. At times he just held that hard cock in his face watching it flex and drool. Then he would lick it off and resume his sucking.

“Fuck…suck it,” the guy exclaimed as he watched Henry push forward once again until his nose was pushing against the abdomen.

Henry felt his own arousal. His desires increased until he felt his own cock flex between his thighs. He moved his mouth on the cock, pushing for Brandon’s release. Brandon grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. He looked up watching Brandon take his cock in hand and stroke it. He opened his mouth waiting for the eruption.

“Fuck,” the guy uttered behind him.

Henry held his mouth open, and eyes locked on Brandon’s cock. He saw it swell thicker, flex, then spray cum over his face and into his open mouth. After the initial eruption, Brandon shoved the spurting cock into Henry’s mouth to take the last of its load.

Brandon stepped back, cock still hard, dripping, wanting. He grabbed Henry and spun him around and pushed him to his hands and knees, sideways to their voyeur.

Henry held his head down watching his drooling cock swing between his thighs, then Brandon’s legs come into view. His own legs were kicked apart, then wet cock raked across his ass. When the cock pressed against his opening, he looked over to the voyeur catching his eye. The cock breached his tightness and penetrated him, and he knew the guy could see it, Brandon’s cock sinking into ass. He moaned, then cried out.

The guy watching, their voyeur, had his jeans and underwear down to his knees and stroking a very hard cock. Henry turned his head down so the guy wouldn’t see him smile. Then he grunted at the feel of cock sinking into his depths until Brandon’s hips pressed against his ass.

“Fuck him,” the guy exclaimed as his masturbation became so furious Henry could hear the hand stroking the cock.

Hands held Henry’s waist, the fingers digging into his flesh. The cock was tugged outward slowly, inch by inch until it slipped free. Then it pushed back into him, slowly, Brandon pushing until hips pressed against his ass.

“Please…fuck me,” Henry uttered breathlessly.

“Say it,” Brandon replied.

“Sir,” Henry replied as he shifted his arms back dropping his head to the floor. He looked over his left shoulder which enabled him to glance over at the voyeur then back at Brandon.

Brandon began to fuck, and Henry rocked with every shove inward. Hips banged against ass, and on occasion a hand smacked one cheek or the other. For a long time, Henry kept his eyes closed, gasping for breath as cock pummeled his insides. He reached between his thighs and took his own cock in hand, stroking the slick head making him shiver. He opened his eyes and saw the stare. A lustful stare that was looking over a cock being stroked with such fury the hand a blur.

Henry couldn’t hold back, knew Brandon didn’t want him to, and he shoved back on the cock plunging into his depths, shuddered and cried out, then sprayed the floor with cum. With every ejaculation he felt his opening spasm around the thrusting cock. He kept stroking his spurting cock as the hands tightened on his waist and Brandon slammed against his ass and kept jamming against it and he knew Brandon was filling him with cum.

“OH, fuck,” came a cry from their voyeur and Henry looked up in time to see the first wad hit the guy’s chest, then another, and another until chest and stomach were wet with wads of cum.

 

 

Henry saw how his relationship changed with Brandon, the roles each took in it. There was the weekend they went out to a gay bar that catered to men’s fetishes. Men in leather harnesses, or shirtless, or in some military influenced outfit, each within their chosen role. There was a group in masks with a hierarchy all their own. Henry moved through the bar, shirtless, collar around the neck and cuffs on each wrist, seeing the approving stares. Behind him Brandon stayed close, possessively, in the black tank top and jeans.

Henry felt the difference. How their public display made him feel. The admittance of his submissive role to Brandon. Of his willingness and desire for it. Once back in their room, he knew sex with Brandon would be as physical as it could be. His cock stirred in its confinement as he thought of it, eagerly anticipating its release later in the night when Brandon would watch him strip before his submission.

“Hey, you guys like to party,” asked a man in a leather vest.

“Not tonight,” Brandon replied over Henry’s shoulder. “Tonight, he’s all mine.”

The man smiled, nodding his head knowingly. “I would like to see that sometime.”

Brandon guided Henry to move on, through the crowd until outside in a courtyard area. Pushed against a wall, Brandon held him by the chin leaning in close.

“I’m ready to go home.”

“Me too,” Henry replied, seeing Brandon smile at his reply.

 

 

Henry crawled across the floor until he was at Brandon’s feet. He kissed the right shoe, dragged his tongue up it until moving over the laces, then he dragged his cheek up the leg feeling the smooth leather against it. Cock slapped his face when he neared the crotch. It was rock hard and already dripping. Brandon smacked his face again, then dragged the leaking cock across his lips, up over one cheek then the other.

“Suck,” Brandon barked.

Henry didn’t toy with the head or kiss around the base of it in some teasing manner. He parted his lips and took it, nearly every inch as the head pushed into his throat. He sucked and tongued it. He let it cut off his air until red in the face, then he sucked on the leaking head. Brandon held his head and fucked his mouth, and he held it open, letting it slide over his tongue while he looked up at Brandon.

Brandon pulled back, jerked him to his feet. Henry thought he would be pushed down on his bed, but Brandon turned him toward the window, and with a hand on his neck, bent him over. Cock dragged across his ass, one cheek then the other. Then it pushed at his opening, and he pushed back, wanting to feel himself stretch to take it. He shuddered with the pain of it, how it stretched him open, then he moaned with pleasure from the fullness of its penetration.

Brandon didn’t hesitate. Instead, there was just the fuck with cock driving into his depths. Henry held tight to his knees, rocking with its rhythm. He felt his own cock swinging between his thighs as it hardened to full erection. Hands held his waist as hips smacked loudly against his ass. How long Brandon kept up such a furious pace, Henry didn’t know, but suddenly he realized Brandon had slowed, working cock all the way into his ass, then tugging outward until nearly slipping free. A hand slipped around his waist until stroking his own cock and he shivered at the overwhelming sensations. Cock fucking his ass. His own cock being stroked. And he bent over experiencing it, feeling the pleasure derived from his submission to it.

Henry came first, cum showering the floor in front of him.

Brandon moved him down to his knees, plunged back into his depths, then pushed his head down into the cum on the floor.

“Lick it up.”

With a hand on the back of his neck and cock fucking his ass, Henry stuck out his tongue and licked up one wad after the next. When he had gotten most of it from the floor, Brandon pushed his head down on the floor as he increased the pace of his fuck. Harder and faster, Brandon fucked, rocking Henry with each thrust inward.

“Please…sir…let me have it,” Henry uttered in a low voice, breathless and gasping for air.

Brandon shoved inward, all the way, and shuddered against his ass.

 

 

Graduation was suddenly on everyone’s mind. The fall semester of senior year was past the mid-point, and everyone could feel the anticipation of spring semester approaching. One more semester and they would graduate and enter the real world, or so they had been told on numerous occasions.

Henry lay on Brandon’s bed, naked, hands cuffed to the headboard. It was how Brandon kept him most evenings after assignments were complete and just before sex. How Brandon came to him varied. Some nights it was physical, controlling, the role of master played to its fullest. Other nights, there was foreplay, the toying with his cock, then sucking it until rock hard, or on rare occasion, bringing it to release, lips locked tight around the head as a hand stroked the shaft. Then on other nights, Brandon used him in other ways. The clamps on his nipples and sac. The toying with his hole, stretching it open with some new toy secretly purchased online. But on this night, it was different.

Brandon came to the bed, stripped off his clothes, and climbed on the bed next to Henry. He rubbed the smooth skin, from stomach up to the chest, over the hardened nipples, and back down until fingers circled cock and sac. He tugged gently on the sac, then slowly stroked the hardening cock, then he leaned over and kissed Henry, passionately, hungrily, taking a hold of the chin to hold him in place.

Henry became so aroused, cock hovering over his stomach as their tongues dueled inside his mouth. He was breathless, then he was sucking in fresh air as Brandon looked down on him.

“After graduation…will you stay with me?” Brandon asked.

Henry heard something he had never heard before in Brandon’s voice. A lack of confidence or was it just an unsureness of what their future held.

“I can come with you? You’ll let me stay with you after graduation?”

Brandon smiled, then tweaked a nipple playfully.

“Of course, I want you to come with me. But this isn’t us just…just…being college students telling ourselves we’re just experimenting.”

“I don’t think of it that way.”

“Nor I,” Brandon replied smiling foolishly. “I was thinking of applying to that firm out west, the one that sent a researcher to speak on campus last fall.”

“That will be tough to get an interview but with your grades, you should get it.”

“And you’ll come with me?”

“Yes, of course.”