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Mentoring Brandon

by Bob Anders

Chapter 11

Being True to My Love and Myself

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.

"Ah, Jon, can we talk somewhere else," I said knowing that chances were that others would be coming into the bathroom.

"Sure, let's take a walk," Jon said as he made his way to the door. "Maybe we can hit the lake and talk."

There was a very bright glimmer in his eye as he said that. I wasn't sure whether that was a good idea, but getting out of the washroom was. I followed him as he made his way down the stairs.

As we left the dorm, Jon started to head toward the park and I followed. We didn't say anything for quite a while. I was very curious about what Jon had begun to say in the washroom. He basically told me he was queer, that he had a roommate and that they were involved with each other. This was a shock as I thought that he was the straightest guy I knew. Then again, that was the impression, I was sure, that most of the guys here at CBS had about Brandon, Dave, Tom, and me.

The silence was killing me and I had to break it. "Okay, Jon, what's up?" is all I could think of saying. Real cool, I'm sure.

"Bob, I saw you and Brandon the other day near the lake. I could see everything and you two really turned me on. I didn't think that you were homosexual, but seeing what I saw, I new it was more than just a first time thing," he began in a very serious tone of voice.

"Then, last night when Tom and Dave didn't come back to the room and I saw the four of you either naked or half clothed, I realized that all of you were somewhat involved. That got me both mad and excited," he continued. "You see, my roommate and I have been together since I was here at CBS. He lived in town, but we had a lot of time together at his place. No one knew about it here."

"Jon, I think that is great," I interrupted. We were now going through the park and heading toward the lake. I was very nervous about his intentions, but I now realized he just needed to talk. At least I hoped that was all it was.

"You seem a bit nervous, Bob," Jon said. "Don't worry, I don't bite!" he added with a wide smile.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't," I responded with an equal smile.

We were about to the area where Brandon and I had been a few days earlier. I noticed that Jon was rubbing his crotch. The bulge was nice, I have to admit, but I was very worried about where he was heading with all of this.

Jon suddenly stopped and turned to me. "Can we talk, Bob?"

"Sure, Jon, that's no problem."

We sat down next to the lake, with the sun setting. It was a nice fall evening but was getting a bit cold. We sat there for a while and neither of us spoke. Finally Jon broke the silence.

"I don't know how to tell Dave that I'm queer, Bob," he began. "Even now that I know that he is playing around with Dave, at least, I don't know how to talk to him. He always has looked up to me, being the jock and all, and I worry about how he will react."

Jon began to tell me all about how he and Dwayne got together. He said he always played the macho type, having the cheerleaders and all the cute girls with him. When he was 15, he made had sex with a girl. He said he had enjoyed it, but that it really didn't do anything to him. He admitted that he had a difficult time getting his cock hard with her, but when he did, he just went through the motions. Jacking off was more enjoyable, he said and he realized that he didn't enjoy sex with her.

That same night, after the fiasco (as he put it) with this girl, they went to the local high school basketball game. As they sat in the stands, he saw this rather good-looking guy looking at him from two rows over. He smiled and Jon smiled back. At half time, Gloria, his "girlfriend" and a few of her friends headed for the washroom. He decided to just stay and watch the pom-pom squad do their routine.

As they went through the various songs, he noticed that this guy was still looking at him. Jon smiled and went back to watching the pom-pom program. The next thing he knew, sitting next to him was the same guy. He introduced himself as Dwayne.

They began to talk and Jon was very interested in him as a friend. They seemed to share the same interests as Dwayne was on the local football and wrestling team. Gloria returned and asked if Jon minded if she went home with a girlfriend as they were going to have a sleepover. Jon kissed her good-bye and the girls left.

Dwayne and Jon continued to talk during the second half of the basketball game. Jon said during the whole time, he felt weird; a good weird, but still unsettling. As they talked, Jon was admiring how cute Dwayne was with his flowing blond hair, turned up nose and fantastic build. He also admitted that he was looking at other areas and was quite excited about the "basket" that Dwayne was revealing. He found himself actually getting hard when he looked there.

Jon continued to tell me that he noticed Dwayne smile when he was looking at Jon, especially at his hard cock. He felt uncomfortable with that, but again, excited. He had never considered that he would get turned on by another guy and dismissed these feelings at that moment.

As the game ended, Dwayne got up to say good-bye and that he hoped that they could meet again. Jon stood and they shook hands. As Dwayne began to go down the bleacher stairs, he turned back to Jon and asked him if he wanted to go get a soda. Jon, much to his surprise, jumped at the chance.

"Well, to make a long story short, Bob," Jon continued, "that was the first night I ever saw another guys hard cock and jacked off with another guy. We didn't touch each other, at that point, but I was more turned on and had better sex with him that night than with Gloria."

I nodded, just listening to Jon's story. He told me everything, including he and Dwayne's first lovemaking session a few weeks after they met. He admitted to me all of his feelings and all of his fears. I wasn't sure why it was me that was the recipient of all of this information, but I let him just talk as that is what it seemed he needed at this time.

"And, when I saw you and Brandon making love here," he reemphasized, "I knew that I had to tell someone about Dwayne and my life."

"What can I say, Jon? That is a great story and it seems like you and Dwayne are happy."

"We are, but I don't know how Tom, well, I didn't know how Tom would take it. It worries me. Do you think he'll be okay with it?"

How could I answer for Tom? I knew he wouldn't care, but I couldn't say that and reveal that Tom was queer to. I realized that Jon thought he was, but, if I responded in anyway that would reaffirm that in his mind, I would be betraying a trust that Tom had in me.

"I don't know, Jon. You just have to trust him. You are his brother and I think that will overcome all."

"Thanks for listening, Bob. I needed to let this out and I knew you would understand."

All this time I could see Jon rubbing his hard cock. I have to admit I was hard too, but certainly wasn't playing with myself through this story as he was. I also saw that a number of times, Jon was looking down at me to see my reaction.

"I have another admission, Bob, if I can?" he asked with a very serious tone in his voice.

"Ok, you know I'll listen, Jon," I smiled as I encouraged him to continue.

"Seeing you and Brandon made me really horny," he smiled. "And, to be honest, I thought about joining the two of you."

Whoa! Now this was getting strange. Had he just asked for sex with Brandon and me? Actually I knew the answer to my own question. The problem was it also intrigued me.

"Oh, really?"

"Yea, I did. Dwayne and I have only had each other. Not that it is bad. On the contrary, it is very good. But the idea of being with another guy, or two, is a real turn on to me."

"I understand, Jon," I lied. "I have been with a couple of guys at the same time and it can be fun."

"That's neat! I don't know how Dwayne would take-it though if the three of us, you and Brandon and me, had some fun."

Ah ha! There it was. The real reason for all of this, I thought to myself. I wasn't totally taken aback, but I really didn't know how to answer. "Well, Jon, I don't know how Brandon would feel either." I was stalling for time.

"Well, just a thought. You two really got to me and I loved seeing you make love. I wanted to run over and suck your dick so bad," he said with this humongous grin on his face.

"Back-off boy!" I said sternly. "That is an area I'm not ready for yet. Brandon and I just got together, Jon, and I don't want to seem ungrateful, because I think you could make me feel really good, but not right now. Okay?"

"I understand. But isn't the idea of a three-way hot?"

Actually, to be honest, it did sound very hot. But, also, to be honest, that thought had crossed my mind the night before when Dave and Tom were in the room. I actually fantasized about the four of us having sex. THAT was my turn-on. Jon was a gorgeous guy and I was being honest to myself when I thought that it would be fun to play with him. But the idea of Tom, Dave, Brandon and I was more in my mind at that moment.

"Yes, for sure it is Jon. I just want to be true to Brandon. I love him, I really do."

"Oh, I could tell. You know, you two aren't exactly hiding that," he said. "At the breakfast this morning it was very evident that you and he had something very special. A couple of my friends sorta mentioned that."


"Yea, its true. Not that they think you are queer, just that they said you two would make things go well as captains cause you seemed to relate so well."

Wow! I was relieved on that. Neither Brandon nor I were the typical stereotype. We were both very masculine and presented ourselves in that manner. I was just glad that Jon told me that it was because of football, not because of sex.

"Hey, it's getting late and we better get back," I suggested. "I'm sure Brandon is wondering where I am, since I left him fast asleep in the room."

"Sounds good. But, please think about what I said. I would love to experience that and since YOU have, wouldn't you?"

"I have to be honest, Jon. At this point, I don't know. It depends on Brandon and how he feels. A three-way is fun, but it is just sex. Between Brandon and me, it is love and I don't want to destroy that. I hope you understand."

"I do, Bob, but just consider it. I have to leave tonight, but I'm not that far to come down for a weekend."

"Okay, Jon, we will. But, aren't you forgetting the real reason that we talked?" I asked. "I think you need to talk with Tom about this sometime soon, don't you?"

"Oh, I will. I plan on that over Thanksgiving. I think it is time."

"Good, great plan."

We headed back through the park and entered the dorm. As we entered the main doors, there was Brandon waiting. He didn't look too happy. I was positive that he was worried, concerned, and mad.

I said good-bye to Jon and Brandon and I headed back to the room. When we got in, we shut the door and Brandon headed directly to the chair by the desk. He sat down and gave me a look that could kill.

"Okay, where did you go and what did you do?" he shouted.

"To the lake and NOTHING!"

"Right," he said in a disbelieving manner. "I've seen the way Jon has looked at you. He wants you, Bob."

"I want to correct you there, Bran. He wants US!"

His jaw dropped. "Us?"

"Yea, us, lover. He really just wanted to talk. He has a boyfriend at college and is just as queer as we are. But, he wanted to ask me how to tell Tom. Can you imagine that?"

"Tom will be fine with that, you know that," Brandon said. I could see that he believed me which made me know that he indeed loved me as much as I did him.

"Yes, but I wasn't going to tell him that. That is up to Tom to tell Jon. But, I did tell him to talk with Tom and that I thought Tom would understand."

I told the story to Brandon. By the time I finished, he and I were on the bed, again, close to each other. I also told him what Jon had asked about having sex -- the three of us.

"I don't know, Bob. Jon is nice, but …."

"I told him that would be a decision you and I would make together. I also told him I love you and that was the most important thing to me."

We kissed on that statement. Brandon was the most sensual boy I knew, which is why I loved him so very much.

"Have you ever been with three guys, Bob?" Brandon asked.

"Yea, love, I have. Been with five actually. It was good sex," I said with a big grin. "But, I will admit, that being with you alone is much more loving and more what I want now."

He had a smile that turned into a frown, suddenly. I knew this boy as well as I knew myself by this time in our relationship. However, this surprised me and I didn't know what he was frowning about.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Bob, I was just wondering. You have had a wild sex life and I haven't," he said. All of this was in a conversational tone with a bit of humor in it.

"What are you wondering, Bran? You want to have an orgy!"

"Actually, I wouldn't mind that, Bob," Brandon answered now being more serious. "Last night, with Dave and Tom here I sort of thought about it."

I realized right there and then why Brandon and I got along so well. We were on the same wavelength. "Oh, really?" I said trying to looked shocked.

"Oh, don't tell me that you haven't," was his comeback.

We talked awhile about the possibilities with Dave and Tom. Both of us admitted to each other that even though we loved each other and enjoyed each other it would be exciting to have another guy with us. And, we also admitted Dave and Tom would be a lot of fun.

Not knowing their feelings about this, of course, was the biggest hurdle that was between the fantasy and the reality. I had a feeling that both Tom and Dave would want to have sex with us, as I noticed them watching us as much as we were watching them. But, neither Brandon nor I knew how to approach the subject. We finally decided that we would let things happen in due time.

It was dinnertime and we headed down to get something to eat. When we got there, we saw Jon and Tom sitting together eating and talking. Dave was no where to be seen, which was unusual. If anyone was going to eat dinner, it was Dave. I never knew him not to be in the dining room.

I walked over to Tom and asked where Dave was. Tom got up and motioned for me to follow him. Brandon sat down with Jon as we were leaving to keep him company.

"Dave is up in the room, Bob. Jon asked to talk to me, alone so we came down here. He just wanted to talk before he left. Something is strange, though," Tom continued. "He is different for some reason and it bothers me."

"Oh, Tom, I think things are fine. He just wants to speak with his little bro," I tried to say not revealing that I knew too much.

"Yea, but I think he knows about Dave and me," Tom said, seeming very concerned about that fact.

"Well, if he does, he'll tell you. Has he said anything that would make you think that he is upset with you?"

"No, actually it's just the opposite."

"Well, don't worry then, stud!"

We both smiled at each other then walked back to the table. We all talked during dinner. I ate quickly and Brandon picked up on that. He, too, ate quickly and we left shortly after we arrived.

"Jon was telling Tom, wasn't he?" Brandon said as we headed back to the room.

"I think he was trying, but Tom was worried more that Jon knew about him and Dave. They are BOTH in for a surprise, " I said with a smile on my face.

It was now bedtime. The time of day I looked forward to most since I met Brandon. We had thought about pushing the two twin beds together, but decided that the dorm-maids wouldn't understand and might start talking. So, sleeping together in a twin bed wasn't that bad, since we could both be close to each other and feel the heat between us.

As we lay there that evening, we just talked about the future. I told Brandon about wanting to introduce me to my folks at Thanksgiving and he said the same. We were playing with each other as we talked. Just having his cock in my hand and mine in his was a pleasure. We didn't have sex, so to speak, that night, but we both knew that our relationship was strong and not based on sex alone. That was important to me and I hoped important to Brandon as well.

As I drifted off into a deep sleep I couldn't help but think about what Bran and I had talked about. I knew I was more experienced than Brandon in the area of sex, since I was his first sexual experience. I also could tell that he was quite intrigued about a multiple sexual experience. I also believed that would be a lot of fun, but I didn't want to push too hard, since I didn't want to loose the love of my life.

I was just about to drift off to sleep as I heard a noise by the side of the bed. Did we really forget to lock the door --- AGAIN? As I turned I saw this silhouetted figure next to me. Even in the dark, I could see that the figure next to me was a guy, since he was naked and it was obvious with the hard cock pointing at my face, but I couldn't tell just who it was.

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