"Brandon here's two hundred dollars to feed the boy," Mr. Pines said, handing him the money. They thanked him again and added, "Since school is out for the summer, we'll bring him to you at your summer cabin in a week." After they left Brandon shook his head ... they called him the boy ... not Jory! Odd!
After accepting their request, Brandon paused in thought, a devilish smile curling on his lips. He knew standing at 6'3" with the broad shoulders of a quarterback, a well-developed chest, strong biceps, and light brown chest hair, he cut an impressive figure. His powerful legs and slim waist added to his appeal—in short, he was a total hunk. But then again so was Jory.
The next day, he headed up to the lake cabin, ostensibly to clean it, but also to get it "ready" for his student. Nobody knew that The Coach had a thing for the 18-year-old senior in high school. Then again NO ONE knew the Coach was gay. Coach wanted to set the scene, the right mood for seduction.
Brandon placed gay magazines around the cabin. The hidden books he kept behind the socially acceptable books were brought out The Lord won't Mind by Gorden Merrick. The Front Runner book by Patricia Nell Warren and Call Me by your Name by Andre' Aciman and others. He kept most of the sexy pictures on his wall. Just men working out, another in a locker room in a jock. He removed the Pride flag. In the bathroom there was a poster of a hunk in his white briefs. With the words under it ... Don't forget to Flush!
Peter, a straight good friend of Brandon’s lived two cabins away. He had helped haul the large sofa into the Barn. Brandon later swapped it out for a loveseat that could barely fit two people. Peter also pitched in to move the treadmill, assorted barbells, a bench press, weights, and a squat rack into the living room.
Peter also helped Brandon put cameras up all over the cabin.
Whenever Peter helped Brandon with something, Brandon would always buy him a bottle of Peter's favorite whiskey. But after years of knowing each other, Peter would causally suggest, Brandon just gimmie a blow job. "Gay guys do it better than woman anyway." Brandon had swallowed a lot of Peter's sweet cum over the years.
In the morning Jory's parents just dropped him off and fled. They didn't even wait for the Coach to open the door before they were gone. Jory stood smiling. "Jory." He hugged the young man and welcomed him like family. Come on in! As Jory passed Brandon slapped his tight ass a little harder than usual.
Jory giggled. "The team loves it when you do that to us."
"What happened to your mom and dad?"
"They're running late for the plane, I guess, that's what they said."
"Put your gear in the bedroom. I emptied the first three drawers for you."
"Is this my bedroom?" Jory asked.
Without looking up, Brandon answered said, "this is the only bedroom."
"We're sleeping in the same bed? I don't want to inconvenience you, Coach. I can sleep on the couch. He left the room to take a look at it "No. the loveseat is too short for my height."
"It's a double bed. We'll be comfortable. I sleep naked. You can too if you want to. Won't bother me."
Jory paled then nodded but worried. His mind raced. "Sleeping so close to the man he secretly lusted after. What if he sees his morning hardon? What if he accidently touches my body?
"Hey buddy you look really stressed. You're 18, you're allowed to drink. I'm pouring you a whiskey and seven. Okay?"
"I didn't want to be an inconven ..."
"Okay. Stop. Twenty sit-ups. Now!" Brandon did them, then made himself a cocktail.
"You're not an inconvenience!! I'm glad you're here. It gets lonely during the summer sometimes. So, stop worrying. Did you bring any pot?"
He answered taking the cocktail in his hand. "What? Oh, I don't do that..."
Brandon busted out laughing. "Do you know how many times I've smelt pot on you after practice?"
"Okay. I do."
"Good so do I." Brandon laughed and Jory joined in. "I smuggled the pot in the crotch of the jockstrap I'm wearing. Because my mom packed for me. He opened up his Backpack. His eyes grew the size of a dinner plate. "What the fuck!! She packed a pair of shorts, just two pairs of underwear, a sweater. one polo shirt and two t-shirts. That's it!!"
"Calm down. We'll get some clothes on Amazon for you and some more underwear, I don't know what your mom was thinking."
"They never wanted me ... I was a mistake. The rubber broke."
"Now, I am not having this." The sadness in Jory eyes made Brandon's heart hurt. He saw the wetness dripping from Jory's eyes. Brandon grabbed him tightly pulling him into his arms and hugged him.
"Let's make Barbeque Chicken on the grill with real French fries for dinner. But first we take our drinks out back and stare at the lake."
They swam in the lake, laughed and kept trying dunk each other. Dinner was perfect. Then they watched the purple and dark blue clouds on the horizon as the sun set. They had a second drink, smoked some weed. Jory announced he was going to take a shower. Brandon stripped naked and crawled into his side of the bed. In the distance there was thunder and periodically flashes of lightning. Brandon heard the shower turn off. Jory turned off the hall light and stepped into the bedroom naked, bold as brass. Thunder sounded closer. He slowly walked around the bed to his side of the double bed and went under the covers.
After some silence and a crackling, deafening clap of thunder that shook both men. In fear he grabbed on to Brandon. Quietly Brandon held him tightly. Minutes later Jory broke the silence and asked for a small favor. "Will you kiss me?"
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