Second Encounter with the Tutor
Although he had agreed to meet Harding quickly, a part of Brandon was still nervous about the outcome. However, his hormones took over, and he decided to listen to what the 59-year-old had to say. If everything went according to his plan, he wouldn't hold back this time. He would portray himself as a confident, suave, sex-hungry, and capable man he was with previous men. If he got another chance with Josh, he'd show the real Brandon Davies this time.
Despite his more assertive mindset, Brandon couldn't help but feel a little nervous as the time approached for him to leave. He took a shower, applied his most enticing aftershave, and dressed in an outfit that would show off all the progress he had been making at the gym in the past few years. Forty-five minutes later, he was standing outside Room 1204 waiting for the man of his dreams to let him in.
Brandon wanted to appear stronger this time, making Harding believe he had to put more effort into gaining Brandon's favor again. However, when he saw Josh Harding standing there looking scorching in athletic wear, his nerves subsided, and he could only smile back.
"Brandon, so nice to see you again!" Josh extended his hand, and they shook hands with a firm grip. "Come in!"
"Nice to see you too, Josh. You look amazingly good!"
"Thanks, buddy!" Josh winked, which made Brandon's cock swell in his pants. Yes, he would listen to what the coach had to say, but in his mind, he saw Josh's legs over his shoulders.
After ordering some food, Josh provided both of them with a bit of whiskey from his room's bar and they sat at a large round table in the corner. "So, we might as well not wait for the food to arrive. I'm sure you're anxious to hear why I sent that text a few days ago."
"Anxious might be too strong, but yes, I want to know what happened. I thought things went well in your office."
"They did. But then I panicked."
"I gathered as much." Brandon expressed sympathy.
"Yeah, but you might not know the whole reason. It's not just about not planning on blowing and being blown by another guy. It's also about a lifetime of Catholic teachings and Catholic guilt," sighs Josh. "I kept imagining Father Herlihy standing there, frowning at me and scolding, 'tsk tsk tsk, young Mr. Harding, you're heading to eternal damnation.' There was a lot of pressure on me."
Brandon empathized. "I understand how hard it can be to defy something you've been taught your entire life." But he also decided to keep that information for later use.
"There's more to it than that," Josh added. "When we were together before, and you said you wanted to fuck me,"
"I apologize again for being pushy. Not every guy is ready for it, and you have to be ready on your own time." Brandon felt bad.
"No, that wasn't it. Hearing you ask made me curious," Josh admitted. "It intrigued me a lot."
"Holy shit..." Brandon mumbled, then realized he'd said it in front of Josh. "Shit! Sorry, Josh."
Josh laughed, "It's okay, Brandon. I went to Catholic school, but I wasn't some perfect little goody two-shoes. Feel free to say things around me like you would in your regular life."
"So, this is what you wanted to ask? If the thought of us having sex turned you on or even intrigued you, why did you say no the other day?"
Josh seemed visibly uncomfortable and rubbed his hair nervously. "I've heard anal sex can be a bit messy, and I wasn't exactly clean. I didn't want you to find that out the hard way, but I couldn't bring myself to say it."
Brandon sympathized. "I appreciate your consideration, Josh. But honestly, I've been wondering if I did something wrong since then."
Josh looked regretful. "I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."
"It's not a big deal. We're past that now. We're here, everything's out in the open, and we can start anew, hopefully."
Josh smiled. "I'd like that a lot."
As dinner arrived, they talked about sports, their lives, and other interests. Brandon couldn't shake the feeling of sexual tension rising between them. They finished cleaning their plates, and he felt confident that sex was also on the schedule. As Josh was getting rid of the room service cart, Brandon took the opportunity to remove his shoes and climb onto the bed. When Josh returned, he found Brandon lying on the bed with his hands behind his head.
"Here I was about to ask what you want to do next, but it seems you have a plan," Josh said, almost impressed.
"Perhaps," Brandon winked. He bought a spot next to him on the bed. "Hey, buddy. It's pretty lonely over here."
Josh looked back and forth between Brandon and the bed, seemingly unsure. Slowly and cautiously, he moved towards the bed, keeping his eyes locked on Brandon's the whole way. When he knelt on his right knee and managed to climb up next to Brandon, Brandon rolled on his side. He propped his head up with his right arm and lay next to Josh, pressing his body against the older man.
Brandon could see that Josh was unsure and slightly troubled, but he also showed signs of excitement. He almost joked about sleeping like an old married couple. "Goodnight, dear."
Instead of ruining the mood, Brandon rolled over and propped his head up with his right arm. He had a massive erection, and he didn't shy away from brushing it against Josh's side. Josh's gaze shifted to Brandon. He was so beautiful, and he wanted nothing more than to ravish him. However, he knew Josh was not ready and needed time.
Josh lay down next to him, hands folded against his stomach. Brandon moved his hand over them. "Hey..."
"Hey..." Josh replied, struggling to find his voice.
"I know you can feel how much I want this. But I don't want to force you into doing something you're not comfortable with. I've been obsessed with you ever since high school, Josh Harding. I can wait as much as you need."
Josh's smile exuded warmth and appreciation for Brandon's thoughtfulness. He took his left hand out from under Brandon's, raised it, and pressed it onto Brandon's shoulder. "You're a great guy, Brand. I'm so lucky to have met you. It scares me that I want this, but I don't want to wait. But please, be patient with me?"
Overcome with anticipation, Brandon whispered, "I will. As patiently as I can be."
Brandon leaned in and kissed Josh softly. It lasted just a few seconds. When he pulled back, Josh beamed a bright smile. "Wow, my first kiss with another guy."
"Did it meet your expectations?" asked Josh, mimicking a line from an ancient TV commercial.
For a moment, Brandon felt uneasy. Had he done something wrong? "What?"
Josh bit his lip and smirked. "I may need to recheck my findings...to ensure a thorough investigation."
"In that case, I'd be happy to lend my expertise," Brandon replied before leaning in for another passionate kiss.
What began as a chaste lips-only embrace quickly escalated into something more. As if this kiss unlocked something within Harding, he felt his nerves and hesitation melt away, allowing Brandon to take control and become the generous and passionate lover he was known to be. They lay there undecided about how long they'd been kissing, but inadvertently, Brandon found himself on top of Josh. The two were now engaged in a heated kiss, fully clothed and caressing each other's bodies.
Forgetting his vow to respect Harding's inexperience in male-male relations while staying true to his own sexual appetite, Brandon slid his hand down Harding's torso and cupped the protruding bulge in his pants. When he felt Harding's body react and heard him breathe heavily during the kiss, he withdrew. "Are you alright, buddy?"
"Fine," Josh breathed heavily. "I'm doing great, actually. I just didn't expect you to reach down like that. With my wife and I... Well, she likes things in a particular order and at a steady pace."
"I apologize for being too forward." Brandon, indeed, was a little disappointed that Harding seemed to put a stop to their pace.
Harding reached up and caressed Brandon's shoulder. "You're not. The previous week was new and strange for me, and there were many thoughts occupying my mind. But tonight, I don't want things to be on my terms."
"Are you certain?" Brandon attempted to support him.
"Yes." Harding sounded positive. "I've been thinking a lot about this for a week. I desire to experience this as it should be experienced. I want the training wheels off. I want you to be the man you are with a man who is less experienced. I want all of you, Brandon...the complete version of Brandon Davies."
Brandon bit his lip, tightened his grip on Harding's growing bulge, and grunted. "Unf! You really know how to press my buttons! You're such a turn-on!"
Josh gazed into Brandon's eyes intently. "I want you to show me how to push all of your buttons."
Focusing on the task at hand, Brandon leaned down to steal another passionate kiss from Josh. Breaking away, Brandon pulled Josh up so they were halfway between lying down and sitting. "It's time for the clothing to come off," Brandon proclaimed.
With ravenous desire etched on his face, Brandon reached for the hem of Harding's shirt. He only got it halfway up his torso before Harding helped by tugging it the rest of the way off. Thinking of Harding's naked body, Brandon laconicly removed his own shirt. He ran his hand over Harding's biceps, shoulders, and pecs.
In a state of hunger for the man, Brandon almost forgot why he had decided to strip him. He began to reclaim his position on the bed when Harding lifted his hand.
"Uh uh, pal." He gestured with his hand, signaling his intent. "You, too!"
The 50-year-old tried to remove his clothing with haste. It was unbelievable that the man he'd longed to make love to was now lying naked in front of him, inviting him to disrobe.
Piles of clothing on the floor, Brandon noticed Harding gazing at him with intensity. Knowing he had a decent build sans clothes, he didn't measure up to the ripped gym guys he saw. Yet, the way Josh looked at him made him think he was the most chiseled human on the planet. "I wonder if you saw me like this last week," mused Brandon. "Like it?"
"Absolutely," croaked out Josh, his cock throbbing against his stomach. "Wish I hadn't stopped it back then. You're incredible, Brandon." This made Brandon shake with glee as Josh reached down, starting to stroke his own member.
Brandon copycatted, touching himself as well. "We're here and now; that's what matters."
"Then let's not waste any more time," beckoned Josh.
No need for a second invitation, Brandon hopped back onto the bed and sat on top of Josh. Instruction: Visit https://erotica-reads.com/2023/03/31/m-m-romance/ "That's right," flirted Josh, feigning indifference.
Not awaiting further instruction, Brandon and Josh jumped back into bed, passionately locking lips while clinging to each other. Hands and mouths explored unchecked, and the firm cocks ground against each other, exuding precum.
Switching control between them, a six- inch rift in their act was evident when Brandon found himself on top of Harding, kissing his way down the veteran's body. His preferred move was kneading each nipple with his mouth and lips. He paid equal attention to both and savored the galloping waves of moans and grunts.
Maintaining this oral expedition, Brandon headed towards Harding's lower half. As he licked the man's member, a sharp inhalation came from above, and their vague conversation continued. "You've been fantasizing about my mouth exploring you, Mr. Harding? Laundry Basket 1066" : The Incredible Side Hustle : https://thrivedowdy.com/ "Very often."
"Have you been jerking off with the thought of my head wrapped around your cock?" mused Brandon with a mischievous smirk.
"Absolutely. When I wore pants, at least," Josh added sheepishly.
"Naughty, naughty, Mister Harding," mumbled Brandon, shuddering at the thought. "Your innocent, uncorrupted status is a big turn-on for me."
"Oh, I'll be happy to let you corrupt me," promised Josh, once more engaging in Brandon's lips.
Positions changed while their passionate kissing session persisted, as they both tried to command the situation. When exhausted by this, Brandon situated himself atop the coach, seeking eye contact and licking his way down Harding's body.
Patiently, he beheld each of Josh's nipples, licking, loving and nibbling. He also sniffed his armpits, reveling in their masculine smell. He neared his ultimate goal, Harding's cock, swiping his tongue against the head.
Harding gasped deeply and broke the quietness. "This is what I've yearned from every moment since last week. Your mouth around my cock has helped me through difficult moments."
"Have you often thought of me giving you head?"
"Constantly, my friend."
"Gosh, Josh. You wanted me to stimulate your cock so badly, I bet you fingered your pants. When you were butt naked?"
Josh blushed, sharing the truth.
Stunned, Brandon was left in ecstasy, feeling like he was in an erotic play. Unleashing the full extent of his head strokes, he looked up expectantly. "Mr. Harding, you are my ideal plaything. Beautiful, former Catholic school boys are irresistible."
"Brandon, sweetheart. It's your move."
With that, Brandon bent down once more and devoted himself to his task. Looking into Harding's eyes, he let his tongue crawl along Harding's shaft and spent the next few minutes savoring the feeling. He noticed Josh's hand twirling in his hair; a signal he should back off.
As Brandon raised his head, Josh playfully invited him to join him. He showered kisses all over Brandon before asking, "Would you like me to pleasure you?"
Beaming like a kid on Christmas morning, Brandon lay on his back. "Yes, please, Daddy."
"Dang, Brandon," gasped Josh with a lust-filled gaze. "Let's lock lips... as I tickle your hands up."
After exchanging a kissed steeped in passion, Brandon lay back, his breath bated. Josh pressed himself against Brandon's chest, putting on his own tactile performances. [
When Josh had reached Brandon's leaking erection, Brandon was so turned on. Josh looked at the older man and said, "Let's see if I can do a better job this time than I did last week."
Brandon was satisfied with the young coach's performance, but he couldn't wait to feel Bush's lips on his penis again.
Josh's blowjob abilities had improved drastically this time around, causing Brandon to almost forget himself. He considered asking if he had practiced with other guys, but he figured Josh would be offended. The thought of Josh Harding performing oral sex on multiple men sent Brandon into a frenzy. It was so powerful that he had to push Josh away to prevent coming.
Josh was taken aback by the reaction. "Did I do something wrong?"
Brandon pulled him back into an embrace and whispered in his ear, "You were incredible, Josh. I couldn't stop myself from reaching the edge, and I didn't think you'd want me to."
Josh had mixed emotions about his performance but was happy to hear Brandon's positive feedback. "I almost made you cum?"
"100%," Brandon answered. They shared a passionate kiss, and when they broke apart, Brandon told him his deepest desire. "If you're not ready for it, I completely understand, but I want to fuck you so badly."
Surprisingly, Josh mentioned his own desire, "I told you earlier I want to experience the full Brandon Davies. I might need you to ease into it...at least at first. But I want you inside me."
Aroused by their shared confession, they shared a long, passionate kiss that led to Brandon being on top. When they separated, Brandon whispered in Josh's ear, "I'll take care of you, buddy. I might not be able to hold back once inside you, but you can trust me."
Josh smiled and pulled Brandon closer for another kiss before saying, "That's all I need."
Out of the blue, Brandon brought up the conversation they had last week. "You mentioned earlier that you didn't want to have sex because of your health concerns. Have you done any research on it?"
Josh understood where Brandon was going. "I read up on it since then. Before you arrived, I prepared myself."
Brandon was amazed by Josh's openness to try new things. "I was going to ask about that."
"I'm amazed by you too," Josh replied, starting a moment of deep connection between the two of them.
After a few minutes, Brandon had Josh's legs in the air, burying his face against the older man's backside. The sound of Josh moaning was incredible for him. He was convinced that his rim jobs were unbeatable.
Brandon could sense that he wanted to spend the entire night licking and fingering Josh's rectum. However, his need to penetrate him was stronger. He stepped away and voiced his thoughts. "I'm going to start preparing you with my fingers. Tongue-work should've made it relaxed, but be aware: it may feel a bit uncomfortable."
"I'm ready for it."
Brandon pulled out a bottle of lube he had brought. He knew saliva wouldn't be enough to make things as easy as possible for a novice like Josh.
Over the next few minutes, he slipped a finger in and out of the older man's anus, first to the first knuckle and then to the second. He had to reapply the lube as he pushed a third finger inside. [
Lastly, Brandon was all set. Truly, he was even more than prepared. If it were any other guy, he wouldn't necessarily exert as much care. But Josh was unique. He desired this to be satisfying for him. He relocated back to the bed and squatted between his legs. "I'm ready, Josh. Are you sure you want this?"
Josh peered up at him. "More than anything, dude. Having your digits in me... It was challenging at first, but as soon as they were within me, it felt marvellous. I yearn to feel your organ in me more than anything!"
"I'm glad you uttered that," Brandon tugged at his lower lip. Truly, he was developing fondness for this chap! "You're going to feel some pressure before I'm fully inside. I'm not going to sugarcoat it. It'll ache. And it'll feel unwelcoming even after I'm in you until you become accustomed to the sensations. Subsequently, it could still ache when I commence humping you, but eventually, it'll transform and you'll sense nothing but pleasure."
Josh stretched out to hold his hand, which was kissing his stomach. "Like I said earlier, I have faith in you."
Brandon delivered a final lengthy, alluring look before coating some more lube and commenced the process of infiltrating Josh's sexual idol. Gradually infiltrating him was agonizing for both individuals... evidently for Harding predominantly. Brandon was not a small guy down there, hence it absolutely tormented him. Nevertheless, it was tormenting for Brandon as well. He craved to f**k Josh so intensely, he had to reign in his eagerness to transform the cadence. After some time, Brandon had submerged deep within him. He bent forward and exchanged a quick kiss with him.
"How do you feel?"
Josh grimaced and grunted, but was determined not to surrender. "It's uncomfortable as you said it would be, but I'm fine."
"Splendid," Brandon grinned at him reassuringly. For the ensuing several minutes, the two men embraced while Brandon afforded his insides a chance to become accustomed to the feeling of his appendage.
When they contrasted, Brandon encountered Josh's hand and strummed his hairy chest. "I'm going to initiate fucking you now. I'll begin slow. But at a certain juncture, instincts might take over and I may be unable to abate."
Josh hooked his gaze with the caring guy -- his emotions as full as his abdomen at the moment -- and gripped his arm. "It's okay, Brandon. Treat me like any other man you're involved with."
Brandon smirked and softly rocked his hips back and forth, eliciting a groan from the handsome 59-year-old. "You got it, dude!"
Once a couple of minutes of sluggish f**king passed, Brandon was on the brink of anxiety. Oh how he craved to go quicker! But it was discernible from Josh's expression that the pain hadn't transitioned into pleasure yet. Echoing their discussion from previously, Brandon resolved to make an attempt at something that might divert Josh's focus away from his discomfort and increase the joy.
"Tsk tsk tsk, young Mr. Harding," Brandon mused, eliciting an immediate wince from Josh when he flicked his eyes towards him.
"What'd you say?" Josh inquired.
Brandon smirked. "You're on the path to eternal relegation, aren't you young Mr. Harding? I've discerned you in the lavatory, in the stall moaning my name while you masturbated."
"Father Herlihy?" Josh moaned out.
Brandon leaned down as he gradually and modestly sped up his pace. "That's correct, young Mr. Harding. I've observed the fashion in which you gaze at me when you believe I'm unobservant. You lusted for me, don't you? You coveted to crawl beneath my desk, get on your knees, and retrieve my appendage from my trousers."
His expression distorted in delight, prompting Brandon to incept truly f**king him, Josh let out an elongated wail. "Yes, Father. I coveted to lick your penis, them climb up into your lap, draw out your collar and jab my tongue into your throat. I coveted for you to be so stoking aroused by me that you displace everything off your desk, tear the chair out of my dress trousers, and shag me."
Now pulsating within and out of the coach, Brandon endeavoured to preserve in character. "I yearned for this too, young Mr. Harding. I've invested countless sleepless nights masturbating while fantasising about you."
Brandon's body moved instinctively, responding to the pleasure of being inside another man. "Cum for me, dear Coach Harding. Let loose your seed for your sex-craved priest!"
Moments later, Harding's dick sprayed shot after shot of semen, splattering his chest, stomach, and even his chin. As his body shuddered with aftershocks, his insides tightened, dragging Brandon along with him. His body shook, and he lost conscious the moment his own orgasm erupted into the coach.
Brandon hadn't checked the time, but he came to, slipping his softened but not entirely flaccid cock from Harding. Both men then leaned against the headboard.
Brandon glanced at Josh, who was still catching his breath. "What's your verdict?"
"No words can express it," Josh gasped.
"I hope you mean that in a good way," Brandon cheekily quipped.
"Yes. An incredible, more-than-you-can-imagine, unbelievable way," Josh answered.
"I'll take incredible as a compliment," Brandon smiled.
"And you calling yourself 'Father Herlihy' and Harding 'Mr. Harding' was the icing on the cake. The best thing to top off a mind-blowing sexual experience," Josh added.
"I never forgot what you said earlier and gambled that it might assist you," Brandon admitted.
Their breathing evened out as they snuggled under the sheets, Josh spooning Brandon from behind. "Hell, I didn't realize I had such feelings still buried deep," Josh finally revealed.
Brandon leaned in to kiss and nibble on Josh's neck. "I'll help you sort through them, my love." He pulled back and wonderingly added, "As long as you let me fuck you more than Father Herlihy did."
Josh grinned, pulling Brandon into yet another passionate kiss. "Having Father Herlihy fuck me was hot, but you're hands-down the hottest thing that's ever happened to me," he confessed.
Brandon pulled back, gasping, "You really have me turned on, my friend."
The two men laid there for a while, kissing and caressing, before falling asleep.
***
Later -- Brandon couldn't tell how long since he'd fallen asleep -- he woke up. Instead of discovering Josh Harding asleep beside him, he found himself in a massive family room--the type that's typically found in the basement of a McMansion. This, however, was unlike any other. Men were everywhere, kissing, sucking, and fucking. Some were in pairs. Others, like groups of three. The sexual energy was palpable, and Brandon surveyed the erotic scene. But there was one problem--he couldn't see details, just fleshy blurs of men moaning and perspiring.
As he tried to process the surreal situation, Brandon noticed he was actively fucking someone. His hips bucked back and forth reflexively, and the tightest ass he'd ever been inside encased his engorged erection. Glancing down, all he saw was a fleshy blur. "The fuck is going on here?" Brandon asked out loud, astonished.
Just then, he observed his current lover through a blurry lens. It was a familiar face--Jason, his best man at the upcoming nuptials. "Sex party?" he mused aloud.
The horny old ref, Brian Cooke, stood between Jason and Brandon."Fuck, I never imagined my best man would be so target-rich," Jason revealed.
"Don't worry about me. I have my own man," smile Brandon at Brian, ignoring the displeased look Brian shot back. "I'm just curious about my fiancé."
"He's here, buddy. What else would he be doing at your bachelor party?" Jason shared.
"Bachelor party?!" Brandon exclaimed incredulously.
"Yeah, mate. The wedding's tomorrow. I'm your best man," Jason reminded him. "I, on the other hand," he grinned slyly, "am not!"
Jason squeezed one of Brian's nipples playfully, causing him to give an almost-pained grunt. "Don't forget about me," he teased.
"Ignore him, Jason," Brandon replied, still confused by what seemed like his previous memories mingling with what felt like a dream. "Have you seen Josh?"
"I'll go check," Jason replied, kissing Brian gently before slipping away.
"Jesus Christ," Brandon muttered, briefly distracted by the erotic sight. But his thoughts returned to Josh. "This can't be a dream. Josh is somewhere nearby." He tightened his grip on the man beneath him as he climbed to his feet, seeking information.
He found himself eye-to-eye with a startled face that, through the blurriness, he recognized--Jason. "I need to find Josh!"
Jason leaned forward. "He's here. He's at your bachelor party....seminar," he said mysteriously.
"A seminar?" Brandon was now very confused. "What seminar?"
"The one for horny men wanting to have their first times with hot older guys!"
Cooke broke the kiss and emitted a raunchy sex growl. "I'm aware. That's why I keep returning for more." He then came closer to Jason's neck to kiss it.
"What's happening here?!" Brandon exclaimed in distress, still perplexed by the entire situation in front of him.
Jason repeated what he had said previously, "It's a bachelor party. The wedding is tomorrow. Don't you remember?"
Feeling the need to find out where precisely Josh was, Brandon inquired, "Yes, you already mentioned that. I understand. But where is he?"
Jason pointed off in some arbitrary direction. "He's in another room having an orgy with a few of his preferred teachers."
"Fuck that," Brandon fumed, feeling jealousy. It was an unusual emotion for someone in their 50s. He was quite into numerous forms of sex and orgies were among his preferences. And he was definitely not one to judge someone for having sex with multiple men. However, Josh having sex with four other men struck a nerve. "I don't like Josh having sex with anyone else. It doesn't matter that it's our bachelor party!"
"You have no right to talk, man," Jason contested, indicating toward Brandon. "You're humping Mitch Tannen."
"What?!"
Continuing to hump Mitch Tannen, the blur in front of Brandon became clear. Surprise struck him as he saw it was indeed the muscular and silver fox Mitch Tannen lying on his back and getting pounded by Brandon.
"Son of a gun! Mitch Tannen! I've so often fantasized about doing this!"
"The same here, buddy," Tannen moaned out. "I've imagined being fucked by you so many times."
"Really?!" Brandon was astonished. "By me? I'm flattered that you know who I am!"
"We all know who you are," Tannen replied. "Your cock is legendary. Heck, I'm jealous as hell that Josh Harding gets to have you. At least I can say that I got you tonight before all these other testosterone-fueled swindlers have their chance."
This was downright bizarre. And a mighty turn-on!
Brandon looked up to brag to Jason that Mitch Tannen is a fan of his. Jason responded before Brandon could speak a word. "You were the first to know, Brandon. Brian adopted me!"
"What?!" Brandon exclaimed. "He's like, 45 years old. What do you mean he adopted you?!"
"We want to be able to say we're having an incestuous relationship when we fuck, so Brian adopted me. I'm officially part of the Cooke family!"
Brian disengaged from Jason's neck and grinned. "I've finally got a son to have sex with. Isn't he a fucking stud?"
"Wait. You already have four sons, right?" Brandon questioned, experiencing an acid trip.
"I do," Brian beamed. "...and I married all four of them!"
Brandon shook his head and placed his palm on his forehead. None of this made any sense at all. When he turned back to Jason to express that something was amiss, he saw Jason and Cooke completely naked and aroused in front of him. "Are you going to find a bed somewhere?" he asked.
"We're leaving," Jason said matter-of-factly as Cooke stood behind him and wrapped his brawny arm around Jason's chest, nuzzling his neck. "We're relocating to Maine to sell maple syrup and beans."
"And become crab fishermen," Brian interjected.
None of this made any sense to Brandon. Then again, nothing happening was comprehensible. "What?"
Jason and Brian ignored Brandon's confusion and affirmed their intentions. "And on our days off, we'll solve crimes weekly like Angela Lansbury."
"When are you moving?"
"Now, mate."
"Now? You can't relocate now, Jason."
"Sorry, bud. We just purchased a lighthouse in Cabot Cove and we've got to move in right away."
"But the wedding is tomorrow. You're my best man. Who will take your place?"
"Don't worry, Brandon. I've made arrangements. Thad Burnett will meet you at the church."
"Thad Burnett?! I won't accept Thad Burnett as my best man!"
"Sorry, pal. See you later!" With that, Jason and Brian strolled toward the exit, still naked.
"This is all messed up!" Brandon yelled out, still bucking his hips back and forth. When he looked down, Mitch Tannen had vanished, once more replaced by a blur. "Where's Josh?!" he yelled loudly.
"Babe, I'm right here!" Brandon heard Josh's voice and glanced down. The fleshy blur was gone, and now Josh was lying on his stomach with a fist tightly wrapped around Brandon's erect penis. "I wanna lick you like a lollipop!"
"Oh God, Josh! I want that so badly. I can't believe we're getting married tomorrow."
"Trust me on this one," Josh said before taking Brandon's cock into his mouth.
Brandon leaned back to enjoy the blowjob when he felt a dark shadow cast over him. He opened his eyes to see a figure standing right next to him, but he couldn't make out who it was.
"It's your wedding day tomorrow, Brandon. You know the rules."
Brandon saw a hard cock being pushed towards his face. This was too good to be true. His fiancé's mouth on his penis and another cock about to be in his mouth. He started to lean forward to take it in, but then he hesitated and looked up at the man, still unable to see his face. "I didn't know there was a rule about sucking a cock the night before my wedding, but I'm willing to go along with it!"
"Of course there's a rule, Brandon. The groom has to take his best man's load down his throat the night before the wedding."
Brandon froze. The best man...? Oh no! He looked up and still couldn't make out the identity of the man standing next to him, but he knew who it must be. He looked down at Josh between his legs. "Josh, stop giving him your cock. I don't want it!"
Josh pulled his mouth off Brandon's dick and looked up at him with a mischievous grin. "Sorry, babe, but it's the rule. You have to." And then he went back to sucking Brandon's cock.
Brandon closed his eyes tightly. "I don't want it! Don't make me!"
He felt a hand on his shoulder and snapped his eyes open, ready to push away anyone who might try to make him do something he didn't want to do. He was breathing heavily and saw Josh leaning over him with a look of concern. "Hey... You OK, Brandon?"
He looked around the room at the sun streaming through the hotel window. Brandon exhaled and relaxed. It had all been a dream. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?" Josh wondered. "I woke up before you and decided to suck a cock. When you started making weird noises and mumbling, I figured I was doing something right. But then you started thrashing around and saying, 'I don't want this. Don't make me. We're getting married.' I got scared."
Brandon smiled and decided to lie. Telling him how he really dreamed about marrying the rugged coach might scare him off. "I don't remember it exactly. You know how it is with dreams."
"Good." Josh replied. "You can wake me up with a blowjob any time."
Brandon reached down to pull Josh up to join him. "Promise? You can wake me up with a blowjob anytime?"
"Mmmhmmm," Josh moaned before leaning in for a quick kiss. "I just might do that."
After some more time was spent in bed making out and mutual sucking, the men decided to gather back in the shower to wash up. Soaping each other up turned into making out and more sex. For the second time in less than twelve hours, Brandon ejected his load into his ultimate dream man.
Once they were in bed again, lying against the headboard, enjoying the body contact and the feeling of contentment after sex, Josh spoke up. "I hate to bring this up, but we've been having such a good time today. Though, I think this needs to be said."
Brandon turned to look at the man, fearing that he might cut off contact. "What's on your mind, Josh?" He tried not to let Josh see the worry in his eyes.
"This has been better than I ever thought it could be, and I want to do it again..." Brandon felt a sense of relief. "...but the truth is, we're in different places in our lives. You're single. I'm married. You're an out and proud gay man and I'm..." he paused, "...I don't know what I am, but I'm not in the same place as you are. Even though we were able to be with each other this weekend and a few other days, it's not going to be like that all the time. My family comes first. They have to. And that's not even considering football season. I'm the head coach of a popular team, and this is going to take up a lot of my time and focus. I want you to know that I want to be with you as much as I can, but we should both be realistic. We may be able to see each other a few times a month, or there could be a month or two between when we can meet again."
Brandon relaxed and rested his head on Josh's shoulder. "I understand."
I get what you're saying, Josh. I don't want to add any pressure or stress on you. I've enjoyed everything we've done together, and I want it to carry on. However, I don't have any expectations. I simply want to be nude with you whenever I get the chance.
Josh sent Brandon a glare that made him think about plucking him up and rushing him to the town hall for a sneaky wedding. "If you're thinking of putting your life on hold for me, it's not fair. You shouldn't have your life dictated by me."
Although he knew he only desired the person he was currently sleeping with, he needed to reassure Josh. "Don't worry. It won't be. I won't be actively pursuing anyone. But if I come across someone nice that I enjoy being around, I won't reject the opportunity."
Josh relaxed and smiled. "In that case, go ahead. You're entitled to happiness. I don't want to hinder you from that."
"I won't," Brandon responded with a smile. "By the way, I'm happier now than I've been for a long time." But he hesitated. There was somewhere he wanted to delve further into, but he was cautious of going too quickly and potentially spoiling the moment. He'd progressed a great deal in a week in many respects. Perhaps this was moving too fast.
Josh sensed the atmosphere change. He moved over, running his hand along Brandon's chest, up to his jaw. He gently guided Brandon's head towards him. "What's going on in your mind?"
"Nothing," Brandon claimed. "Just taking a moment to reflect silently."
Josh nodded, a hint of mock annoyance in his expression. "I've got a lot of experience dealing with people - I'm a coach, remember. I can tell when someone's holding something back. What's bugging you?"
Brandon grinned. "I admire your honesty, Josh. Knowing that you're not a blatant liar makes me more comfortable with disclosing my thoughts. I've been wondering aboutlearning more about you, about your life."
Josh beamed that same, cock-worthy grin of his. "There's not much to tell, actually. You probably know most of the significant things. I'm a pretty mortal, general guy."
Brandon chuckled quietly then leaned towards Josh and nipped at his earlobe. "Believe me, Josh, there's nothing usual about you when it comes to me."
"Well," Josh stuttered embarrassingly, "I don't remember the last time someone called me ordinary and felt like a compliment. Let's continue what we were doing."
After an intense make out session, Brandon drew away, now more confident to pursue the topic further. "I remember when you said you weren't an angel in your youth. I've seen a bit of mischief in your eyes when I've seen you at interviews or on the sidelines during a match. However, I've a hard time imagining you causing much trouble as the son of a devout family with a stringent football coach dad."
Josh leaned back and took a look at Brandon like he was a kid, eager to provide evidence. "I wasn't running street gangs or robbing banks after school. But I had my share of little mischief."
"I don't believe you," Brandon prodded Harding to spill more.
Josh leaned up so he was staring right into Brandon's eyes. "I had my moments."
"Alright, buddy," Josh replied. "There'll be plenty of time later on to discuss 'Harding: The Miniseries,' but I'll share one tale with you. When my sibling and I both received our driver's licenses, we shared an old, worn-out car featuring a manual transmission and resided atop a hill. I had never driven that type of vehicle before and was unaware of all the nuances between driving a stick and an automatic. So, on my first attempt in the vehicle, when I returned home, I parked it on the incline of the driveway since it was the last one there and both of our parents' vehicles were already parked ahead. I failed to recognize that with a stick shift, you must set the handbrake. Therefore, I entered the house carefree, and soon after, our neighbor from the corner called yelling, 'Hey, your automobile is on our stop sign!'."
Interested, Brandon amusedly questioned, "What occurred, Josh?"
Laughing, Josh found it challenging to maintain his chuckles. "The vehicle...! The vehicle...! ~~slipped~~! It...!! tumble... slid...downhill about a city block before it toppled over the stop sign."
Still in a ticklish frame of mind, Brandon joked, "Call the authorities! You were like a young Al Capone!"
Josh patted Brandon's chest playfully. "Don't compare me to that ne'er-do-well, my good friend. But, yes, there was quite a bit of trouble afterward. Although my father wasn't violent or anything, it wasn't beneficial to stray too far from the rules."
Cuddling closer, Brandon embraced Josh. "Thank you for sharing that. I can't wait to hear more! ~~when you're~~ If you're ~~ready~~ want to share more, that is."
Catching a kiss from his companion, Josh reassured him. "In due time, my pal. In due time..."
Unexpectedly, there was more on Brandon's mind.
"Currently, the guidelines are: your family and work responsibilities hold priority over our time together, the frequency in which we unite sexually relies on our schedules, you won't prevent me from pursuing a committed relationship if the opportunity presents itself, and you possess an appealing fetish involving role-playing steamy encounters between a fierce priest and an overly desirous former Catholic institution pupil. I'd like to add something more to the regulations."
Hearing this seriously, Josh stated, "I'm all ears, Brandon."
"We'll..." Josh paused slightly. "I want us to understand something before we carry on."
Tensing, Brandon considered. "Steady."
"I dislike when you refer to us engaging in sex and lovecraft as merely hooking up. To me, that connotes two individuals partaking in sexual activities with no profound emotions connected," continued Josh, looking thoughtful. "I can tolerate the use of this slang, but frankly, my age implies I'm done with pretending. What we shared last night and earlier this morning is no mere physical engagement; it indicates more to me than a superficial fling. Are we," inquired Josh, "more than two random individuals joining together?"
"Certainly!" Brandon beamed. "We...you know, are..."
"Engaging in ~~a form of~~ a lot...and a lot...and a lot... of recreation," Josh finished convincingly.
"Exactly!" Brandon enthused. Enjoyment is "Bittersweet," Brandon mused. "There's nothing like embracing the delight of playing naughty games, extending our time together, and who knows what may develop," Brandon added, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "In the land of pleasure, I was considering introducing a new role-playing scenario: you, a carnal, lusty coach attempting to encourage a third-string quarterback with a fervent desire for prominence in the NFL and not expecting any outward opportunities, offering your rear for sexual enjoyment as part of your efforts to support his ambitions."
Throwing back his head and chuckling, Josh quipped, "A horny coach and a rookie quarterback hellbent on achieving stardom? ~~Let's~~ I'm ready, buddy!"
"Incorrect," Brandon teased. "I'll be the one proffering my derriere - the... Coach!"
Returning the embrace, the pair kissed passionately. Stepping out of the room and embarking on the journey home, Brandon affectionately envisioned his impending encounter with the ardent football coach as they prepared to reunite the following weekend. Meanwhile, Josh readied himself for the upcoming scrimmage at the practice facility.
Brandon had been at home for only an hour, filled with an ecstatic feeling after enjoying the night and early morning with Harding when there was a knock on his door. With an uncontrollable grin on his face, he jumped up from the couch and rushed to the door, anticipating that the coach might be waiting on the other side for a short rendezvous session before heading to the practice facility.
As he swung open the door, he found Jason standing there against the doorframe, his head slightly tilted down and looking up at Brandon perhaps trying to appear sexy. He smiled, using a sultry tone. "Hello there, big boy. Apparently, it's me who's here to collect on the favor you asked for last week."
Brandon shook his head and walked back to the couch, hearing the door close behind Jason. "Why not make us a breakfast instead? How about some scrambled eggs?"
"Sounds great. We'd better both have a protein-rich meal in our bellies in preparation for all the intense sex that's coming." With a smirk, Jason approached Brandon and encircled him from behind, running his hands down the taller man's back. "To be transparent, however, I'm in the mood for something other than eggs..."
Before Jason's hand dropped below the waistline, Brandon swatted it away. "No way! Not this morning or anytime soon!"
Jason shrugged, and while still smiling, started repeating, "We added a clause to our Bro Code, in Section 18(c) Subsection 1.a.4, Paragraph 3, specifying the conditions under which we could engage in intercourse with each other. And Paragraph 4 details the circumstances under which you would agree to bottom, without question or objection. I believe that backs up my claim."
After suppressing his laughter, Brandon remained stoic while Jason carried on. "Ally, I don't care about the rules! Just forget about it. Besides, you earned it fair and square. You dealt with Mr. Front Office and his awkward prowess plus his little sausage." Mocking the FaceTime call from last weekend, Brandon pretended to mouth "thrice," waggled his brows, and rubbed three of his fingers together. "As per the code's rules, I'm washed up."
Jason let out a soft laugh. "That's more like two times. Also, you've got a third in the works, remember the shower incident? Anyhow, this is about the Bro Code. It has a rule for substituting your favorite sex buddy with another, sexier one!"
Brandon snickered. "I guess you're desperate."
"Not at all. I just see this as an opportunity. And according to the code, you're still in the red. So to settle the debt, go back to the bedroom and prepare by stretching out your arms and legs and picking up some lube. Just make sure it's that run-of-the-mill, unflashy brand. As a traditional guy, I like to keep it old school when it comes to lubrication."
With a heavy sigh, Brandon declared, "Fine. If the Bro Code mandates this, then we'll proceed. Let's make it happen." Spinning around and heading back to the bedroom, Jason's voice echoed behind him, sounding elated. "Really? You don't say."
While he walked back, Brandon smirked to himself. "Ah, two can play at this game. It's not happening, buddy. This is our Bro Code we're talking about."
"I didn't think that would actually help me, but look at that! I've caught you." Jason's tone was full of disbelief.
Still grinning, Brandon turned and walked back up to Jason, leaning in close. "Yes, it has. I've secretly wanted this for so long."
Jason's face went ashen, and he looked nervous as can be. He coughed out, "You...you did?"
"Wow," Brandon nodded in acknowledgment as he walked his fingers along Jason's bicep. "I've been noticing your progress at the gym lately. It's really becoming quite the turn-on, you know. It's taken every bit of me not to drag you into my arms and peel off your clothes whenever we hang out together."
Jason was flabbergasted. "Really? I came over here to make sure you were doing okay, after you were so down about losing J.H. You were about to make me feel better and guide me through the whole rejection thing, and then," he stumbled, unable to finish his thought.
Brandon shifted closer, bringing his body flush up against Jason's and fixed him with a fiery stare. He then whispered seductively, "Want to know a secret, buddy?"
Overcome with desire, Jason could hardly form words, saying, "You can tell me anything..."
In a husky whisper that seemed destined for a phone sex hotline, Brandon hesitated, "I... I'm... It's probably best if I tell you this..." He took a step back and reverted to his normal tone, "I mean, since you mostly dropped by to check on me and we're both okay, let's watch some TV." He got up to grab the remote from the coffee table and turn on the television.
"You undeniably jerk!" Jason groaned.
"Easy on me, Jay," Brandon retorted.
The younger man couldn't help being impressed that his friend had managed to trick him. "Luckily, my anger isn't too severe. I can still raid your fridge for snacks while we watch the TV."
Jason couldn't help but laugh at Brandon's trickery. Just as he turned to grab some food, his phone buzzed. He checked the message to find it was from Josh.
"What's up, Brandon?" Josh wrote. "It looks like today's weather is causing issues. I've had to cancel the team's practice and scheduled activities. My family's visiting my in-laws for the day. I've got the whole day off. If you're free, you might want to meet me at the hotel."
"How about the ground rules?" was Brandon's reply, along with a wink emoji to ensure no confusion.
"Let's consider them in effect starting tomorrow. Today, we're just here to have a good time and remedy how empty I've been since we last saw each other."
Brandon couldn't stop himself from grinning. "I'm no stranger at filling someone with pleasure."
"I know firsthand, from your last visit," Josh wrote.
"I'm in!" Brandon responded.
"Great. I just need to wrap up a few things here. Meet me back at the hotel in an hour and a half. Text me when you arrive at the lobby."
"Sounds good, Mr. Harding."
"I can't wait for you to join me!"
Brandon couldn't help but laugh as he set down his phone. Jason returned from the kitchen with a snack, feigning anger with a show of storming off. Brandon cautiously inquired about the change in attitude, "So what prompted the sudden shift between our FaceTime and now that's put you in such a good mood?"
Thinking to himself, "There's not much to say", Jason responded, "There wasn't much to it. Josh reached out to me a few days later, telling me he'd had a change of heart and wanted to see me to explain. We met up last night, had dinner, and engaged in a bit of fooling around. Everything's improved between us."
"I'm happy to hear that, my friend," Brandon supplied.
However, before he could reveal the real reason for his good mood, Jason once more interrupted him, asking, "But come on, did it live up to your expectations?"
"My encounter at the practice facility? No. Overall, from last night? Indeed."
"Hey, did you know I just got a message from him?" Brandon murmured, seemingly disheartened about what he was going to tell next. "He wants to meet up with me. So, we'll have to cut our get-together short."
Watching Jason's face, Brandon noticed a fleeting expression of disappointment before it was quickly replaced by a nonchalant expression. "That's alright," Jason replied. "If I were with a guy I was madly infatuated with, I'd drop everything and spend the whole day with him. Boys before bros, right?"
Brandon arched an eyebrow at Jason. "Easy there!"
Jason playfully whacked Brandon on his arm with the back of his hand. "Just teasing, pal!"
Gathering his belongings, Brandon got off the sofa. "Feel free to stay here and watch the basketball game if you want. My place is your home away from home."
"Nah," Jason replied. "I'll probably just scarf down a few more chips and then leave. There are multitudes of horny guys out there needing gratification. I'm bound to find one and let him have his way with me. Have a good time with your fantasy man!"
"Thanks, pal," Brandon said as he neared the door. "See you later!"
"See ya!" Jason called back as he pretended to be focused on the college basketball game on TV.
As Brandon opened the door, he stopped and turned back inside. "By the way..."
Jason turned his head. "What's up?"
"Despite all the jabs and teasing, I really appreciate you coming over as soon as you arrived from the airport to check up on me. It means a lot that you bothered to come. Yeah, that's right," Brandon chuckled. "I'm not offending you on purpose. It's just that I think it's impressive you dropped by since you were on your way home."
"No worries," Jason shrugged. "My place was right on the way, so it wasn't a big deal. Not to mention you've got better food in your cabinets than I do."
Brandon chuckled again. "It seems you're more interested in taking advantage of me for my food than just checking in on me."
"Jeez...," Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. "And now you're getting all soft on me. I thought I had a rough-and-tumble jock to hang out with, not some daytime talk show host!" Jason groaned, "Stop with the mushy stuff and get back to your man!"
"Sure, buddy."
With that, Brandon left, but not before turning back inside. "Oh, and by the way..."
"What?"
"For all the trash we throw at each other, and the joking around and all that, I really value our friendship. It's important for both of us. I get some more banter than I might anywhere else, and in return, I offer you a unique perspective on popular culture."
Jason scoffed and waved him off. "Whatever, man. It's not like I needed to hear that. It's not a big deal. You better not start streaming Taylor Swift while you're with him, though. That would break the stereotype."
"Ha! I don't listen to her, anyway."
Finally, the door shut, and Brandon was gone. Jason sighed deeply, switched off the TV, fanned himself with his hand, with some dramatic exaggeration, and pulled the collar of his shirt open. He fished out his phone and called Dan. "What's up, Dan....Yes, you've heard about the plans that fell through...No, I didn't tell anyone...No, it's not a pun...I'm actually free today...Yeah, I'm very eager to see you. I get you both have busy lives, but I can quite clearly accommodate you whenever you want...Okay, downtown Portland...I'll be at your place in about an hour..."
Jason grinned, "I like the sound of that."
Jason heard a sexual undercurrent in Dan's voice. "You know how excited I get when you have your way with me in the bed you share with your wife..."
"Indeed, sir. I hope you will show me what you've got."
"Sorry," Jason laughed and played with his erection. "I'll see you soon, sir...No, not for any other purpose...Just to have a good time and do some passionate things..."
Jason ended the call with a laugh, took a deep breath, and left his room.
**********
Around thirty minutes later, Brandon entered the hotel lobby. He was about to message Harding to say he was there when he received a response from him. "I'm here and ready for you."
"Ready am I," mused Brandon to himself as he headed toward the elevator. "What a turn of events! It's like a week-long daydream has come true. We had a spectacular night together, and now he's asked for more. It's a miracle, really!"
Brandon messaged Harding, "On my way up."
"I'm all ready," came the quick reply from Harding.
"I can't wait either. It's some kind of lucky fortune that I'll spend another day with you, stud," Brandon thought to himself as he got in the elevator.
As the doors closed and the elevator started to ascend, he couldn't help but feel satisfied with the timeline of his recent life. It was akin to a fantastic dream.
As Brandon made his way to room 1204, he couldn't help but notice the door was slightly ajar. Holding it open with a safety bar, he cautiously pushed it open and tapped on it lightly. "Josh?"
A soft whisper answered, "In here!" Pleased by the excitement in Joshua Harding's voice, Brandon felt his cock starting to stir again. This was certainly a good sign for their ongoing situation. He pressed the safety bar down, allowing the door to latch shut. Impulsively, he also swung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outer doorknob.
When he entered the bedroom, Brandon froze momentarily at the sight before him. The same man who just last night was reluctant and hesitant about anal sex, had now completely changed his stance, laying on the bed on all fours, exposing his muscular ass for him. "Holy crap," he thought. "If I keep doing this, I'll get even more of this!"
Approaching the bed, Brandon took on a holy tone, "Bless me, Father, for I've sinned. I've had many impure thoughts."
Harding laughed, seemingly playing along. "Yes, coach, please help me deal with these lustful ideas in my head."
Stripping down, Brandon dropped his clothes on the floor. He admired his body, wondering why someone like Josh would be turned on by him. Taking a finger, he coated it in his pre-cum and brought it up to offer to Josh. Confused but willing, Josh leaned forward and sucked on Brandon's pre-lubed digit.
"You're on the right path to redemption, young Harding," Brandon hushed, rubbing through the coach's hair. "However, there's another step you must take," he whispered.
"What is it, Father?"
Brandon's long weekend had made him truly believe he was the coach's celestial authority. "You must confess your impure desires."
Harding moaned, "I've thought about you fucking me. Constantly, since last night, for God's sake."
Overwhelmed, Brandon lost his holy composure for a short time. To hear caring words from the object of his lust was unexpected and blissful. However, he quickly regained his composure, smiled, and returned to his priest role. "Just me?" he teased.
"No, I want it from any man who wants me."
"[God's] Stadium has welcomed me to this world," Breandon growled, getting back on track. Securing himself between the curvaceous pecs and rippled muscles, he lowly asked, "Just me?"
"You know me better than anyone else."
Breandon replied, "Thank God for that!" His arousal heightened by Josh's admission, he pulled back and licked the side of Harding's face. "So, since you've opened up so much...do you want me to fuck you hard?"
Harding arched his back, shamelessly demanding more: "Father, may I have MORE?"
Taking his own cues, Brandon grabbed Harding's hip and gave it a swat. "And my cock belongs to you, dear?"
"YES, it belongs to YOU!!! All yours, Brandon!"
Like a prayer in the church pew, Brandon rubbed Josh's cheek. "And your asshole is my church."
"OH MY GOD!" Josh yelled. He reached back and slipped his finger into his own hole. "It's the best feeling in the world, Brandon. Thank you for turning me on to THIS."
Guiding over to his side, Brandon resumed his priestly role, "I'm excited to show you other forms of worship, Coach Harding." Abruptly losing his shrug, he added, "Josh." Brandon crawled back forward, reminding himself he was no longer a man of the cloth. "Are you sure you can handle even more?"
Harding nearly roared back, "Harder, Father! Give it to me harder!"
Without mercy, Brandon thrusted his hips into Harding's backside, pausing only to lick where his cock had pressed. "That's right. This is MY hole."Breasting the topic, Brandon asked a question. "What do you think of me, Harding?"
Harding answered instantly. "You're the man of my dreams now. I wish I had a $10 bill for every time I've thought of you suffocating me with your cock!"
Losing himself in this thrilling experience, Brandon continued to plow into Josh, reaching back to grasp his swollen cock.
"So amazing...it's been a week and my life is completely different now," Harding gasped. "I've never felt so liberated."
"Must be a nice change from that old life," Brandon replied.
"Yeah," Harding chuckled. "...and who knew anal could make me such a slut?"
"Hilarious," Josh chuckled. "I've been pondering the same thing about your member. I'm rather hooked on you, Brandon Davies."
"Ugh," Brandon groaned before lightly tugging on Harding's hair to make him raise his head. "You know exactly how to turn me on and you'll never guess it."
Brandon lowered his head and shared a deep, passionate kiss with Josh. The couple continued to snog for at least ten minutes until finally, Brandon generously thrust into the coach's flawlessly worn anus for the fourth time in the last 24 hours.
Sure, there were guidelines. But as Brandon snuggled against the headboard, watching the slumbering man beside him that night, he had a hunch that since Josh Harding had now experienced a different approach to living, he'd be more than happy to break his own guidelines whenever he couldn't tolerate the craving for Brandon's organ. Brandon stretched out a hand to brush the short strands off Harding's forehead, considering placing a kiss on the sleeping man. Just like he'd imagined earlier, whatever it was he'd inadvertently done to attract this man into his existence, he wanted to repeat it endlessly to maintain the 59-year old near him.
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