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Mentoring Brandon

by Bob Anders

Chapter 8

Did it Really Happen?

Warning! This chapter and this story are fictional accounts of love developing between two teenage boys. If that disgusts or distresses you, Go! Leave it for those who enjoy it!! If you are underage, whatever that means where you live, you have to leave, too. Sorry, their rules, not mine or ours.

NOTE TO READER: The following story is a first attempt at anything like this. I hope that it at least is interesting. It is basically a true story, with the names/places changed to protect the guilty. Please let me know what you think and give me any suggestions that you may have. I tend to be long-winded and re-reading this, I am afraid that it may not "get to the point" quickly enough. Any and all feedback will be appreciated as I have a lot of stories to tell, but I want people to read them as well.

I remember dreaming about what had happened all day. I was hurt, my roommates came out to me as to their love for each other and I had my first experience with a man inside me. It was a very interesting day. I knew that the days to follow could never measure up to what this day had brought to my life.

There was a knock at the door. Not just a knock, but a banging that startled both Brandon and I out of a very deep sleep. We both jerked up in bed and looked at each other!!

"Bob!! Brandon!!," we both heard. "I need to talk to you."

Brandon got up and went to the door. As he opened it, Jon, Tom's brother, was standing there. He looked a little weird from where I lay in bed. As he entered the room, he looked around and I'm sure that he noticed that only one bed was being used. The look on his face showed even more confusion.

"What is going on here!" he shouted. "First, I can't get into the room because the deadbolt is on and no one is answering the door. Do you know what is going on?"

"Jon, I have no idea," I answered. "We all went out and turned in early. I'm not there so I don't know anything about the deadbolt."

"I'm sorry, just very pissed," Jon said. "And a little drunk, I have to say."

"Yea, could tell that," Brandon interjected.

"And I have a question, guys. Are you sleeping on the floor, Brandon, or you guys sleeping together?"

"Does it really matter to you!" Brandon said with disgust. "And besides, it's NON of your business."

"Hey, no problem with me," he said with a grin on his face that told me he knew more than we thought. "Been there, done that!"

"So, what can we do for you?" Brandon asked, obviously not being very nice to Jon.

"Can I crash here?" he asked. "Or, can you get me into the other room?"

Brandon gave me a very stern look. I knew what that meant for sure and I wasn't about to offer Jon the opportunity to stay in the room, even though I had no problem with him there. He was an okay guy, from everything I could determine in the time I'd known him. Plus, he was cute! And, for a split second I felt that he was interested in more than sleeping.

Did I really think that? Did I really think he was cute and was interested in sex? Here I was with my love and I was thinking about this cute 20-year-old wanting to stay with us for possible sex. I felt very sleazy at that moment and couldn't believe what was going through my mind.

"I'll run over and see what's going on, Jon. Come on!" I said as I made my way to the door. I was sitting on the bed, putting on my underwear to see if I could get him into the room. As I was pulling them up, I stood up and noticed him looking at my crotch. It wasn't a glance, but a stare. Fortunately I wasn't hard.

As we got to the room, I started to put my key into the door as it opened. Dave was standing there half-awake. "Damn, Jon, I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "Force of habit."

"It's alright, Dave," Jon said. "I had a bit too much to drink and I guess I got pissed. Knew that Bob was in with Brandon and thought I could crash there since I couldn't get in."

"Tom was walking toward the door by this time. He saw his brother and told him to get in so they could all get some sleep. I turned to get back to Brandon's room and Tom followed me. "Thanks for tonight," he said as he put his arm around my shoulder. "Dave ad I needed some time together. Where did you guys go for all that time?"

"We hit the Park and Brandon showed me this great romantic place."

"Ah, he took you to the grass nook on the far side of the pond?" Tom asked.

"Yep. It was really a neat place."

"Oh, I know," Tom said with a shit-eating grin. "Dave and I showed him that place last year. We spent a lot of time there together, all of us."

"All of you?" I questioned.

"Yes all three of us. We just enjoyed going there to get away from all the idiots last spring and took Brandon with us," Tom continued. "Brandon spent a lot of time with us last year. Keith was having problems with his folks and was a real bitch. Brandon didn't want to spend any time with him. They were assigned as roommates and Brandon was never very comfortable with Keith. You didn't know him well, did you?"

"No, I didn't know him at all, to be honest," I replied. "From what I could tell, he was very quiet and wasn't very friendly to me. But, on the same hand, either was Brandon," I finished with a smile and a wipe of my brow to show him that I was glad that that had changed.

"Well, Keith hates fags, and Brandon wasn't about to become friendly with him. It's a long story how we all got together and something I think Brandon should tell you," Tom said as he began to head back to our room. He turned just before going into the door. "Thanks again, Bob. You guys are great friends."

I opened the door to Brandon's room and walked int. As I closed it behind me, I noticed the desk lamp on next to the bed. There was Brandon. Totally nude and spread-eagled on the bed, I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what was on his mind. Of course, I was the type of person that never wanted a good friend of mine to be disappointed, so as I made my way to the bed, I shed my underwear and jumped on top of him.

As I landed, our mouths met. Our cocks, both hard by now, were pressed against each other. Our hips, instinctively, were moving to put pressure on both of them. Our kissed were much more passionate than earlier, as I knew we were both into a lustful mood. Even though we had made love only a couple hours before, we each knew that we wanted another session to please each other.

Although I was heavier and bigger than Brandon, he was very strong. He pushed me up after a minute of deep kisses. He scooted down a bit on the bed and thrust his hips up. This motion made me move up and I wound up straddling his hips, with his hard cock behind me. He kept thrusting his hips until I was straddling his chest. My cock, directly in front of his mouth, felt a slight lick on the underside of the head. The feeling that resulted moved through the synapses of my body to my brain. It was so delightful and I knew where I wanted my cock at that very moment.

Brandon also knew what I needed. He continued to roll his tongue around the head of my cock and finally clasped his lips around it. My hips began to help him take my cock in and out of his mouth. I felt myself deep in his throat. He was taking me deeper and deeper with each thrust. I took my right hand and spit into it. I reached around my back and took hold of Brandon's hard cock. He gasped as I grabbed the head with the moist hand.

As I thrust, his hips moved up and down, helping my hand to stimulate him very quickly. I could feel my cock reach the back of Brandon's throat and he seemed to want more and more of it. My hand moved quickly up and down his cock without me moving in the least. His movements were doing it all. As caught up as I was in the feeling of his mouth on my cock, I could feel the blood of his engorge him more than ever before. I could sense his balls tightening and the semen rising up the shaft of his cock as mine was rushing to the pinnacle of orgasm.

At that very moment, Brandon and I were a fine-tuned couple totally enthralled with each other. I wanted to unload into him because HE wanted that and I knew that he was aware of the fact that I wanted him to shoot his load in my hand because it was ME that wanted that to happen. Brandon was a giver as was I. The only thing that mattered to either of us at that moment was that the other enjoy the sexual pleasures the other was providing.

Suddenly, I could no longer hold my load. I began to move my hips faster and faster. Without a word having to be spoken, I could feel Brandon doing the same, thrusting his 7" cock in and out of my hand. What, was lubricated by my saliva, a few moments previously, was now assisted by the pre-cum oozing out of the head of Brandon's penis. We were both so very close to orgasm, but I believe neither of us wanted this to end. Simultaneously, we were trying to hold back the explosion, we both knew was undeniable.

My senses were beyond what they had ever been in my life. I let out a moan as I felt my first spurt hit the back of Brandon's throat. At the same time, I felt his cock tighten and the first explosion land between my shoulder blades. I continued to fuck his mouth till I was totally drained and kept my hand moving on his at the same time. I wanted to take every drop of sperm from him and give him all of mine. The orgasm for each of us lasted longer than I think either of us had ever experienced. It felt as if I kept cumming and cumming for more than a minute. Also, I sensed that he was cumming more than I had ever taken from him in the last few days.

I collapsed on top of Brandon with my cock still deep in his mouth. As I fell forward, I released Brandon's dick and caught myself from smothering him completely. He kept working the head of my cock in his mouth. I was always very sensitive and didn't like my cock touched after I came, but this was heaven. Actually, by him keeping my cock in his mouth and continuing to suck didn't allow it to return to a flaccid state at all. To the contrary, he not only kept me hard, but also made me even harder. I couldn't believe that it was happening, but it was a delight.

Brandon, without releasing my penis, rolled me onto my back. His hand began to play with my balls as his head bobbed up and down the shaft of my cock. I could feel the blood rushing back into the shaft, producing a hard mound of flesh, which was being sucked, continually, by my lover. I decided to succumb to him and allow him to take control.

And, that he did. I could feel his other hand slowly reach toward my manhole. He began to massage my hole and inserted one finger as he maintained contact with my cock. I had never before had anything within me, with the exception of becoming united with Brandon earlier that day. It was a very unusual, but extremely pleasant feeling. I heard Brandon mutter something, which I realized later was to just lay back and relax. However, at that precise moment, I was oblivious to anything else except what he was doing to please me.

I could feel him massaging my prostate. Of course, at that time in my life I had no idea what that was, but remembering the experience, I now know that is what was happening. I could feel my balls tighten again and ready to explode. His mouth was furiously moving up and down the shaft of my cock, as his finger was rapidly inserting/exerting from my manhole. It was driving me out of my mind with pleasure and I didn't want it ever to end.

But like all good things, it had to end. And, oh, how it ended. I began to ejaculate like I had never cum before. It seemed like hours that I released every cell that my testicles produced in my life. My mind was reeling with many thoughts.

First and foremost was how Brandon was making me feel. I never thought I could feel so much pleasure given to me by another man, but I was wrong. My experiences had been quick and unemotional. The best feeling was the orgasm that I had gotten through past encounters. But this, well, the orgasm was secondary here with Brandon. The love and caring that he was showing me filled my entire being to heighten the sexual pleasure I was receiving.

My second thought coincided with the first. I loved the man that I was with. I truly LOVED him. I had never before thought about true love, but at that precise moment, it was the one thought that pervaded my mind. Oh, the sex was great, but the feeling of love that Brandon was expressing to me and the reciprocal love that I felt was apparent to Brandon, too, I believed.

As the last spurt was released from the head of my cock, I could hear the heavy breathing from Brandon. He was swallowing and gasping at the same time, but it wasn't a sound of concern, but more of contentment. I finally opened my eyes, as they had been shut just to enjoy the gratification that Brandon was giving me. The first thing that I saw was Brandon looking deep into my eyes. I placed my hands on each side of his head and lead him up to me. We kissed and he shared what he drank from my loins with me. It wasn't the first time I had tasted my sperm, but it was the first time I tasted it as my lover gave it back to me.

We lay in each other's arms for a short time. His heartbeat and mine pounded against each other. The beat was in sync, as we both were becoming part of each other in many ways. Our thoughts and feelings were as one as when we were part of each other. It was an amazing feeling to be with Brandon and I didn't know what I had done prior to meeting him.

Suddenly, both of us shot up. I had heard a sound by the door as had Brandon. It was dark in the room, and our eyes weren't quite focused enough to really see what or who was there. But there was a figure by the door and we both jumped out of bed and tried to turn on the desk light at the same time.

When the light came on, there, bye the door was Jon. He was standing naked with his cock in his hand, stroking feverishly. Brandon and I looked at each other with first, fear, and then disgust. Neither of us could believe what we were witnessing.

"What the hell are you doing!!" Brandon yelled.

"Just finishing what you two started me doing," Jon said with a smile on his face, still standing there stroking his cock as if he hadn't been caught in the act.

"Man, Jon, you pervert," Brandon continued. "And why the hell are you in the room?"

"I left my car keys here and came back for them. Little did I know that you two would put on one hell of a show."

"You can stop what you're doing," I finally spoke.

"Hey guys, it's cool, don't worry," Jon added. "I sorta figured that you two were makin it together when I saw only one bed for sleeping. And, it was really hot watching you two." Jon continued to jack-off as if we weren't watching. To be honest, I was actually a bit transfixed on his masturbation and the laisez faire attitude he was exhibiting.

"Why don't you stop that," Brandon yelled at Jon. "We don't need to see that, jeez!" But Jon was totally out of it by this time. His stroking became more pronounced and his breathing more intense. He was completing what he started when he walked in for his keys. He saw us, I was sure, during most of the activity that Brandon and I were involved in earlier. I knew it was a matter of time before he came all over the floor.

Brandon threw up his arms in disgust and walked back to the bed, lying on his stomach with his face in the pillow. I, on the other hand, was riveted watching his hand slide up and down his dick. He wasn't as big as Tom. Actually, he had a very small penis, but was engrossed in his own self-stimulation.

The light was dim, but I could see the pre-cum oozing out of the head. It was fascinating to me at that moment. I don't know or remember why, but I was getting excited again. There I was, totally naked myself, and felt my cock rise. Brandon raised his head and noticed my situation and slid off of the bed. He came over and wrapped his arms around me. I could tell by the poke that I received that Brandon, too, was again hard.

He wrapped his hand around my hard cock and started playing with me. At the same time, his hard cock found its way to the crack of my ass and was rubbing up and down the entire length. Jon was watching and stroking even harder.

"Let's do it," Brandon whispered into my ear.

I shook my head and began to walk toward Jon with Brandon still clinging very close to me. If anyone was watching, I'm sure they would have thought that two penguins were walking around the room the way we were moving. We got to Jon and Brandon released my cock and moved to the other side of him. We both knelt down and began to kiss. The one difference with this kiss than from any others we had shared was the fact that we had Jon's cock between us.

We both extended our tongues around the shaft. At the same time, we contacted each other's tongues and a shock of electricity ran through me. I had cum for the second time in 30 minutes just a short while ago, but I was hard and horny again. And from the feel of Brandon's cock touching mine, he was in the same situation.

I began to lick the length of Jon's cock as Brandon was sucking on his balls. He had both of them in his mouth as I was sliding my mouth up and down Jon's erect penis. I could see as I looked up that Jon was enjoying every second of what we were providing to him. His head was back, his eyes were shut and the look on his face let me know that he wasn't upset with what was happening.

Brandon and my eyes met and instinctively we knew that it was time to trade places on this organ we were sharing. He began to lick up the shaft as I went down. Our tongues met halfway and we kissed. By this time, we also had hold of each other's dick and were stroking slowly. I could tell his excitement by the oozing of pre-cum flowing from the head of his cock. I also knew that I was moist by the slippery feeling that I had from him moving his hand slowly along the shaft and up above the head of my cock.

I took one testicle into my mouth as Brandon was flipping his tongue around the head of Jon's cock. I could feel his balls raising in the scrotum which was a definite indication that he was very close to shooting his load. I could feel Brandon's breath on my cheek as I took the second testicle in my mouth and began to roll them around.

"I'm….I'm….," we both heard coming from Jon's mouth.

As he said that, we both realized what was soon about to happen. I released Jon's balls and made my way up the shaft to the head of his cock. When I got there, it happened. Jon shot a spurt so far, it hit the opposite wall. At the same time, Brandon and I were lapping up the cum that was being released. We were sharing Jon's load, kissing and licking as feverishly as possible. I could taste Jon's sperm and the flavor of Brandon's mouth at the same time. Jon's cock was softening as Brandon and I could feel each other's building to climax. It was very exciting, to the point that both Brandon and I shot a load on each other almost at the same time as Jon was completing his orgasm.

With only the lamp near the bed on, we all could see the pleasure in each other's expression. Brandon and I had shared another "first" with each other. A three-some wasn't anything that we had planned, but just happened. And, it happened with my best friend's brother. Without a word, Jon pulled up his underwear, turned and left the room.

At that precise moment, I woke up. I was in bed with my lover in my arms. It was morning as I could see the light shining through the window. I looked around the room to the corner by the door. I slowly took my arm from around Brandon and walked over to the door. I looked on the wall that Jon had released his cum on the night before. There was no stain.

As I began to wake up, I realized that I had dreamed the encounter that I really felt Brandon and I shared the night before. I unconsciously dreamed about a 3-way with Jon. Was this something I wanted or just a fantasy. I debated in my mind whether or not to talk to Brandon about it, but I realized that he might think that I wanted someone other than him. That, was the farthest thing from my mind. He pleased me, made me complete.

Brandon began to stir, so I knew that he was waking up. I wanted to be the fist sight that he saw as he opened his eyes. I rushed back over, leaned over him and gave him a kiss. He looked into my eyes, raised his head and pulled me back to his mouth. He kissed me, said good morning, and began to get up out of bed.

"Ok, what is it?" he asked.

"What do you mean, Bran?"

"The look in your eyes, you look guilty," he said with a giggle.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking. Hey, we better get to the showers and get ready for class. It's late, you sleepy-head."

We rushed to the showers. When we got into the drying room, I saw that Jon was showering. Brandon walked in and said hello to him. I followed. I didn't' say a word to Jon at all. In my mind I was suddenly reliving what I thought had happened the evening prior. I scanned his body and my eyes made there way to his crotch. He was semi-hard and I gasped. I saw his cock and again began to wonder if what was going through my mind had happened. If I had dreamed the occurrence that I remembered than why was the cock I was looking at so very familiar. I had never before seen Jon naked, but the cock I remembered sucking was the one that I was staring at, at that precise moment.

Suddenly, I was remorseful. Brandon was looking at me very weird at the moment with a look of concern on his face.

"Nothing Brandon. Nothing," I said.

He smiled. We finished and went back to our room. We rushed to breakfast and went through our day as usual. I kept thinking about the dream I had and wondered what was wrong with me. Wasn't I satisfied with Brandon? Didn't he give me what I was looking for? Did I just want the sex or did I truly love Brandon, more than anything else?

As I went to the locker room my mind was still pondering all the thoughts I had the entire day. I didn't know what went on in classes all day because of the thought running through my head. When I turned the corner to my locker, there was Brandon. In his hands was single red rose. He was placing it in my locker. I melted, right then and there. I knew the answers that second to all my questioning I had contemplated all day. Here, before me was the man I loved, totally and completely.

"So you're becoming a florist now?" I quipped. "Typical faggot!"

We both laughed and he hugged me. Neither he, nor I, was worried about the other guys seeing this at all. All we both knew was that we were meant for each other and wanted to spend our time together. We wanted, not only the love, but the friendship and joy we shared when we were together. I stepped back a bit and kissed him. Not a little kiss, but a passionate kiss to show him how I felt.

"Ah hem," we both heard.

As we turned, Dave was standing at the end of the lockers. "I don't think that is something that should be done in a locker room," he said. The smile on his face let us both know that he was halfway teasing. "I think that would be bad for motivating the guys for the Oskie game if our linebackers were making out before the game."

We broke our embrace and hung our heads in shame --- kiddingly of course. We were still holding hands as Coach Kistner walked by. He looked over, undoubtedly noticing Brandon and I holding hands, and asked me how I was feeling. We let go of each other and I told him fine and that I was ready for the game. Something had changed from what I could tell, by the way he was looking at us. But, he told us to get dressed, no pads, and get onto the field.

Practice went very well. Brandon was learning, well had learned, the system and was in all the right places in our dummy scrimmage. Tom made the calls that coach signaled to him and didn't have to explain any of the formations to Brandon at all. He was truly part of this team and would help us win the Oskie game I remember thinking.

After practice, we all went to the pep-rally that was traditional before this big game. As Brandon and Jerry were introduced, the sophomore class went crazy. Not many sophomores played on the varsity team in the history of the school, so this was a big thing for the class. Of course, I knew that one of them would make a difference, and I was sure that Wesely would help on the line.

That night was a very calm night. Both Brandon and I were dead tired and we knew that we needed our sleep. As it was time for bed, Brandon questioned to me about sex before a game. He wondered if it was true that having sex prior to an athletic contest took away the desire to play. I laughed. I knew that the myth was what coaches used to keep their players in on a night before a game, but shook my head yes.

We lay down and made out that night, and that was it. Both of us were spent from the evening prior and knew we had to get up early to get ready for the game. Just lying there with Brandon in my arms was sufficient to make me relaxed and excited. As he fell asleep in my arms, my mind again wandered to the dream I had the night before. I wondered what Brandon's reaction would be if the situation actually presented itself to us.

I knew that having sex, with Brandon and another man intrigued me. Not that I didn't love him and want him all to myself, but what I had dreamt was very exciting to me. Not because it was sex with Jon, but because of the feeling I had watching Brandon work on Jon's cock. There I went again, thinking that it had really happened. As I fell asleep, I was convincing myself to dream of Brandon and Brandon only.

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