I woke up the next morning with a hangover from hell. I stayed in bed as long as I could, though I knew I’d eventually need to get up; and when I did, I realized my ass crack was wet.
My first thought was that Levi must’ve used oil-based lube on me. Then I realized the wetness smelled of cum, which meant Levi’s load must’ve leaked out of me, or maybe I’d farted in my sleep.
I couldn’t deny that I’d begged for Levi to breed me, so I’d basically gotten what I’d asked for. But it didn’t change the fact that I’d need to clean up.
I undressed, stepped into the shower, and pulled the door shut behind me. Then I turned the knob and let the water pour over my body.
I looked down at my shampoo bottle, and I couldn’t help thinking of the first time I’d hooked up with Brandon. The way he’d showered in that same spot, in basically the same way I was showering now.
I poured some body wash on my hand, reached back, and scrubbed my hole. I couldn’t stop thinking of Brandon’s cock and balls, and I was kind of embarrassed knowing I was cleaning up someone else’s cum.
I lathered up the rest of my body, head to toe, the same way I remembered Brandon doing. As I scrubbed my pits, I thought of how he liked to pose showing off his armpit hair; and, for that matter, how those pits smelled at close range. I would’ve loved for Brandon to join me in the shower right then, helping me get to all my hard-to-reach spots. I was tempted to beat off at the thought, but I didn’t. I just rinsed the suds off my body, and I turned off the water. Then I grabbed my towel, cinched it around my waist, and went to return Brandon’s call.
Brandon picked up before the first ring. “I need to talk to you,” he said without prompting.
I wanted to tell him I missed him. But I just said “I need to talk to you too.” Then I found myself saying “Do you want to grab a bite to eat?”
I knew I’d need to deal with my hangover, so I dressed as fast as I could, and I headed out the door. The next thing I knew, I was sitting at a brunch place down the street, ordering a breakfast burrito.
“So,” Brandon said as soon as the waiter was out of earshot, “there’s… something I’ve gotta tell you.”
I could feel heart sink. “Lemme guess,” I said, “did you hook up with Doug?”
“Not exactly,” he said, “though I’ll admit I came close.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Brandon fiddled with his coffee mug. “I mean, I knew he wasn’t super into me. So it kinda threw me when he started hitting on me… till I realized he was doing it out of spite.”
“Spite?”
“Apparently his and Levi’s breakup was messier than I thought. He was trying to make Levi jealous.”
I didn’t say a word. I was trying to gauge if Levi had been trying to do the same thing.
“Anyway,” Brandon said, “why’d you think I hooked up with him?”
I didn’t want to admit that I’d seen them through the window. “Well,” I said, “I mean I ran into Levi at Thaxter’s. And if we’re being totally honest….”
“Go on.”
“I mean yeah... Levi and I hooked up.”
“O-oh,” Brandon said. Both of us fell silent; Brandon seemed to be processing what I’d just said, though I didn’t want to go into any more detail than I already had. Then Brandon cleared his throat. “I mean… I guess I shouldn’t complain. Considering you always said you were into him….”
“Not anymore,” I said without thinking.
Brandon paused for a second. “Really?”
“I mean,” I said, “you saw those pictures, didn’t you? My mom and grandma saw everything.”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Brandon said. "I didn’t know about that till it was too late.” Then he looked right in my eyes. “Although….”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
“No, go on,” I said. “You've got something to say.”
“I mean… they were really good pictures.”
I basically let out a snort. “That’s kinda beside the point—”
“It’s true though,” Brandon said. “I’ve been doing this long enough to know.”
“Uh-huh,” I said. “You just like seeing my ass on display….”
“You know that’s not true,” Brandon said, and then he leaned in toward me. “I like seeing your dick too.”
I let out a little chuckle, and I was about to touch Brandon's hand. But then just then, the waitress came to the table.
“More water?” the waitress asked.
“Sure,” I said as I slid her my glass.
Brandon waited till the waitress was gone, and then he cleared his throat. “Lemme get this straight,” he said. “I thought you said you were mad at Levi. Specifically over what happened at FinestFest.”
“I am.”
“But didn’t that happen before you hooked up with him?”
“Yeah—”
“So you slept with him anyway?”
I looked down. “Well… when you put it that way….”
“Was it a hate fuck or something?”
I didn’t know how to answer. “I… I was pretty drunk.”
Brandon clucked his tongue. “Spoken like a true artist,” he said.
I felt a pang of anger, though I couldn’t tell if I was mad at Brandon for saying that, or if I was mad at myself for getting into this position.
“And now you say you’re not into him anymore?”
“Well,” I said, “they always say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, since they can never live up to what you've built up in your head… and I guess the same is true for your crushes.”
“Humph,” Brandon said. “Well, it’s true for Doug, that's for sure. And I didn’t even take it as far as you did.”
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I just looked down at the table.
“You know,” Brandon said, “when I was at FinestFest yesterday… do you know what was going through my head the whole time?”
“I don't know what you mean,” I replied.
“I was hoping I’d get to meet your mom,” Brandon said, “and your grandma.”
I snorted. “Then maybe you can tell them what happened. Since I don’t really know what to say.”
“Sure, if you want,” Brandon said. “I’ve done it before.”
My eyebrows went up. “I thought you said you were discreet with your family.”
“I am. But the fact that I’ve modeled nude was never a secret.”
“Oh,” I said, and I paused for a second. “Were they seriously okay with it?”
Brandon shrugged. “I told them I wanted to support a good cause, and art schools and artists are always looking for models. All of which is true. So yeah… when I put it that way, they were good with it.”
I was trying to decide what to say when the waitress brought out our food. Brandon and I fell mostly-silent as a word as we started to eat. I couldn’t help wondering if his family was like mine: I knew they were from La Jolla, so I figured they had money, while my own family was barely scraping by.
“My grandma hasn't been doing well,” I said.
“Say what?” Brandon asked.
“Ever since my grandpa died, she couldn’t afford to stay in her house, so she moved in with Mom. She’s been dealing with some heart problems, not to mention arthritis. Going to FinestFest was probably the highlight of her whole month… or at least it was supposed to be.”
Brandon set down his fork. “She got to see you,” he replied. “That was probably the part she cared about.”
“That sounds like something Mom would say.”
“Probably cause it’s true.”
“Well….” I sighed. “I know I should go see them more often. Not that there’s much to do in Escondido… and I can’t spend the night.”
“Why not?”
“Because Grandma is in my old bedroom.” I licked my lips. “I’ve never had the heart to tell her she sleeps in the same bed I lost my virginity in.”
“Ha!” Brandon said. “She probably already knows.”
“Oh God….”
“It’s not a big deal,” he said, “or at least it shouldn’t be. I guarantee teenagers did the same thing in their bedrooms when she was growing up. She was probably no exception herself. Plus she experienced it as a parent when your mom was growing up. I guarantee she’s got stories to tell."
I pursed my lips. I didn't want to think about my grandma that way. Then again, she didn't seem particularly fazed when she saw my naked pictures, and she even seemed to have a sense of humor about it.
By the time we left the restaurant, I felt like I was finally ready to talk to my family. Brandon and I walked to my apartment, and he sat next to me while I made the call. My heart was still pounding, but at least my headache was gone, and I was surprise to find that I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. At least not in the same way.
I don’t remember the details of what Mom and I talked about, since a lot of that was a blur. The main thing I remember was when she handed the phone to Grandma.
Sure enough, Grandma was a lot savvier than I'd given her credit for. I’d always thought of her as a sweet presence in my life, a woman who spoiled me as a kid and who made some killer blueberry muffins. But now I was getting to see a whole other side of her, and I was surprised to find she was totally chill.
“You know I studied art myself,” she said, “back when I was in college.”
“You did?” I asked. I didn't even know she’d been to college at all: I thought she’d just married my grandpa and that was it.
“I still have a lot of my drawings,” she said.
I wasn't sure how to respond. By this point I was used to being around art students, but I’d never imagined my grandma being one of them. “I… I mean, what kind of stuff did you draw?”
“Well, my favorite things to do were landscapes,” she said. “I loved just sitting on a bench somewhere and sketching the view. But I also did plenty of life studies. And figure paintings.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “I wish I’d kept it up. But my father kept wanting me to make more money, so I went to work as a secretary. My boss turned out to be a bastard, and he eventually fired me, so I’ve regretted that decision ever since.”
I chewed my lip and looked over at Brandon. He didn’t say a word.
“Now Tookie, if there’s one thing I can say, I will never do what my father did. Quite the opposite, in fact. If there’s one thing I learned from that, it’s that you should always do what makes you happy. Regardless of what anyone thinks.”
I took a deep breath. I’d heard her pep talk many times, but somehow it hit differently now.
By the time we ended the call, Brandon’s arm was draped across my shoulders, and his body pressed reassuringly against me. I put my phone down and looked right in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Brandon asked.
I took a deep breath. “Thanks to you.”
The next thing I knew, our lips came together. It felt a little like the first time we’d kissed, the way Brandon’s stubble scratched my face, and the way my tongue tasted his. But this time I wasn’t thinking of anyone but him; in fact, I probably couldn’t if I’d tried.
“You know I don't deserve you,” I whispered as we kept making out, “not after last night.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Brandon said.
“Mmmmmmmm,” was all I could say as I kissed him harder and harder. I could feel his hands running down my body, and I responded in kind, caressing him through his clothes. “I'm all yours baby….”
Brandon started kissing my cheek. “Are you saying what I hope you’re saying?” Then he pulled me on top of him. “Cause I’m not gonna lie… I wanna be yours too.” He wrapped his arms around my body. “And only yours.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” I gasped as I pulled his body tight against mine.
Brandon flicked his tongue against my earlobe, then started nibbling on it. I let out another moan, just as he clamped down his lips and started sucking on it.
I was tempted to take Brandon straight to bed, but I forced myself not to. Instead, I reached to the side and grabbed my phone.
“What are you doing?” Brandon asked.
“I’m emailing Terri,” I said. “I’m gonna tell her I won’t be modeling anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well,” I said, “you’ve always been clear that we can’t do anything as long as we work together.”
Brandon looked right in my eyes. “Well—”
“I’m tired of things being fucked up. And having to keep all these secrets. I wanna just… be normal.”
“Even so,” he said, “why should you be the one to quit? Considering it’s not a full time job for me either—”
“You’ve been doing it for years. I haven’t.”
“I’m just saying, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He put his hand against my cheek. “After all, we’ve never even gone on a proper date. And it’s high time we do.”
I wasn’t about to argue with that. We ended up going through some some back-and-forth before agreeing on a plan for that evening. Brandon was to going to take me to dinner in Old Town, at one of his favorite restaurants, and then I’d take him to a movie at the Mission Valley mall.
It turned out to be a helluva day. We spent hours just hanging out, browsing all kinds of shops. Along the way, we shared all kinds of stories about our families, our day jobs, and our lives in general.
All of this helped me see a whole other side to Brandon. He introduced me to the staff at the restaurant he liked, and they all treated him like an old friend. We also compared notes about the movie— Thor: Love and Thunder— which I thought was fun, but Brandon thought was unoriginal. Then we sat outside and watched the sun go down.
By the time we got back to his place, the moonlight was raking across the sidewalks. Brandon made a point of taking me in through the main entrance, instead of the side door he’d always had me use. Then he served me a glass of wine, and just for fun, he lit a few candles.
We made our way to his couch, and I noticed some pictures on the coffee table. I realized they were from the shoot we’d done for Rico and Miguel.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “did they send you these pictures?”
“I bought them,” Brandon said. “I thought you looked great in them. Not to mention how we looked together.”
I set down my wine glass and perused the pictures. I had to admit they were good, though they were definitely more risqué than the shots I’d seen before, at least from that particular session. The paint had obscured my skin, but the contours of my body were still very visible. A few of the pictures showed me and Brandon together, laughing and joking, covered head to toe in all sorts of colors. “You’re not gonna hang these on the wall, are you?”
Brandon laughed and sipped his wine. “When was the last time you saw naked pictures on my walls?”
“True,” I said. “Not that I’m complaining… especially considering I bought pictures of you too. From that Lavandula thing.”
“It’s all good,” he said. “It kinda comes with the territory, if you’re gonna pose nude.”
“Yeah,” I replied. I leaned back on the couch, and I felt Brandon’s arm behind me.
We locked eyes in the candlelight, and we just stared at each other for a moment. The next thing I knew, our lips came together, and I suddenly felt comfortable in a way I’d never imagined. Like I was perfectly safe.
Brandon and I started making out some more, running our hands up and down each others’ bodies. I savored his breath against my skin, and I couldn’t help letting off a moan.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah,” I gasped, just as Brandon slid his hand under my shirt. I lifted my arms and let him pull it off.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” he said as he looked at my bare chest.
I reached for Brandon’s shirt. “Now it’s your turn,” I said.
“Fucking A,” Brandon said.
I pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Then I teased his half-clothed body some more, and I let him tease mine.
“Oh baby,” Brandon said when I started playing with his cock through his clothes. He savored it for a minute or two, then pulled off his pants and his underwear.
As many times as I’d seen Brandon naked, I couldn’t help digging the sight of his gorgeous sexy body. I couldn’t take my eyes off his pits, his torso, and of course his abs— not to mention his hard cock and balls swinging underneath.
I laid flat on the couch, leaning in toward his crotch. He seemed to know where I was going with this: he shifted his body, and the next thing I knew, he was sitting on my face.
I started licking Brandon’s balls as they dangled over me. His taint and his hole filled my field of view, and his man scent filled my lungs. I caressed his shaft with my fingers, going solely by feel, as they navigated the veins and pores that I’d come to know so well.
“Aw fuck,” Brandon said, and then he breathed in deep.
“Mmmm,” was all I could say at that moment. I was sucking on his right nut, running my tongue in circles around it, then tightening my lips around it.
Brandon let out a moan. Then he started swiveling his lips, letting the rest of his package drag across my face.
I let his right nut pop out of my mouth, then started working his left nut. As I did, I kept working his cock as best I could. Then, after a minute or so, I started pushing his body above my head. “Lemme lick that taint,” I said.
“Yeah,” Brandon said, “it’s all yours baby.” And with that, he offered up his gooch and his hole.
I ran my tongue along the base of his ballsack, then between his thighs, heading toward his ass. I caressed his flesh with my lips, and I breathed in deep, savoring Brandon’s aromas. Then I flicked my tongue against his hole, gently at first, then harder and harder; I could feel him tighten up for a second, then loosen up again, as his pucker twitched at the sensation.
“Holy fuck,” he said. By now I was full-on eating his ass, and he seemed to love every second of it.
Brandon’s moans were music to my ears; I kept trying to gauge what was driving him wild, and I adjusted accordingly. His sphincter kept tightening, then relaxing, then tightening again, over and over and over.
Eventually I felt Brandon’s hand on my cock. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but then I felt a slippery sensation, and I realized he was lubing me up. My nerves started to tingle as he caressed my shaft.
Then, after another minute or two, it was time. Brandon got up off my face and swung his body around. “Fuck I love your dick,” he said as he squatted over me, and he leaned in for a kiss. “It’s the best fucking dick….”
“You’ve got the best fucking ass,” I said between kisses.
“It’s all yours,” he said, then sat up. He reached back, took my cock, and guided it toward his hole. I felt his ass lips on my cockhead, and his pucker kept twitching with anticipation. “Fuck,” he said again, and his mouth fell open. Then he slowly lowered himself onto me.
“Oh yeah,” I said as I felt my cock go deeper and deeper inside him. I looked in his eyes, and he looked right back.
By now I was in balls-deep, and his ass was right on my pubes. He paused for a second, apparently savoring the sensation. Then he moved in for another kiss, and he whispered: “Make love to me baby.”
“Yeah babe,” I said as I started thrusting into him. Brandon sat back up, swiveling his hips in sync with my thrusts, while his own cock flopped around helplessly.
“Your dick feels so amazing,” he gasped. “Oh Josh….”
I went slow at first, reveling in the moment, feeling our bodies becoming one. Then I started speeding up, and Brandon started bouncing up and down.
Brandon ran his hands along my chest, caressing my pecs and my nips. I could feel him clenching his sphincter as he milked my cock with his hole.
“Keep doing that,” I said.
“You like that?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, “oh Brandon….”
He grinned and started bouncing on my cock even harder. By now his dick was leaking pre-cum, and a little string was dripping onto my abs. The harder we fucked, the more the string seemed to pirouette around.
I could feel my balls boiling hotter and hotter. “I’m getting close,” I said.
Brandon jumped off me, and my dick smacked onto my abs. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” he said, and he gave me another kiss.
“Me neither,” I whispered as I wrapped my legs around him.
We made out for another minute or two. We rolled around on the couch, and our throbbing boners rubbed together, till we ended up lying side-by-side. Brandon reached down and gathered up our pre cum, then spit on his hand and rubbed it against my hole.
“Fuck yeah,” I said. “Give it to me baby….”
Brandon positioned his cock at my hole. I was dying for him to go in, but he teased me as long as he could, running his cockhead up and down my crack. Then he locked eyes with me again, and he slid his dick inside me. “Fuck,” he said, “your ass feels so good…”
The lack of lube made my hole especially sensitive; it seemed like I could feel every vein in his cock. I let out a moan, then wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him.
We were still lying side-by-side as we fucked. My back kept hitting the couch’s upholstery, while Brandon seemed like he was about to topple off the edge. I held him as close as I could, and he seemed to clutch me like his life depended on it. “Yeah,” I gasped, “don’t stop….”
“Oh God,” Brandon said. He nibbled on my neck, and he kissed my skin a few times. Then he made his way up and started sucking on my earlobe.
“Mmmmmmm,” was all I could say. I tilted my head and let my mouth hang open. By now my nerves were going haywire, in every part of my body.
Brandon kept topping me for a little while longer. Then I noticed his rhythm starting to falter. “You’re gonna make me bust,” he said.
“How do you wanna do it?” I asked.
Brandon slowed his thrusts, then stopped. “What about you?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not the one I’m worried about.”
Brandon kissed me again. “Okay,” he said. He pulled his dick out of me, and he pulled us both into a sitting position. “I want your dick in me when I cum.” Then he brought my dick to his already-lubed butthole, and he sat down on my lap.
“Oh fuck,” was all I could say. Brandon’s hole felt so fucking good as I made my way back inside. I started thrusting into him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. And as I did, the feelings of pleasure got stronger and stronger.
“Babe,” he said, “I don’t think I can last much longer….”
“Cum for me Brandon.”
“Oh Josh,” he said, then closed his eyes and threw his head back. His whole body was shuddering with my thrusts, so his cock and balls were flopping back and forth, and his chest was starting to heave.
I knew I couldn’t last much longer either. But I tried to hold back at least till Brandon got off.
Then, at long last, Brandon’s body shuddered. “OH BABY!” he yelped, and his dick started shooting.
That was it for me too. Pleasure flooded through my body, and I could feel my juices blast out of my cock. “OH GOD!” I gasped.
Brandon was still cumming himself, and he took my load like a champ. He was grinning ear-to-ear, breathing deep with pleasure. He kept going for a few more seconds, till both of our orgasms subsided. Then he swallowed and tried to catch his breath.
My dick was still inside him, and I could feel a drop of cum dribbling out of his hole. “I love you baby,” I said without thinking.
The candlelight flickered, and Brandon’s face seemed to light up. “I love you too,” he said, then gave me another kiss. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah it was,” I said. We made out a little more, and then I reached for my clothes. Without pulling out of his ass, I picked up my phone and opened my email.
“What are you doing?” Brandon asked.
“What I was going to do this morning,” I said. I already had the email typed up, so it only took me a few seconds to pull it up and click send. “Now it’s official: I’m not a model anymore. Just your boyfriend.”
“You’re allowed to be more than ‘just’ my boyfriend—”
“Look at it this way,” I said. “The whole reason I got into this work was to meet a hot guy. And you know what?”
“What?”
I kissed him again. “It worked.”
The End
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