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“Thank you,” I whisper in gratitude. “I’m scared, not of you hurting me, though that’s always a possibility, even unintentionally, but I’m scaredforyou.” He doesn’t understand and I’m not sure how to explain it to him. I inhale a fortifying breath and try again. “You are the assistant coach of a BIG10 university’s football team. It’s a masculine and sometimes toxic sport. I do not want you to suffer personally or professionally because of who you date.”
“I don’t care what anyone says.” He shakes his head. “I don’t like this.” His hands land on my hips and he grips me so tightly, I feel his fingertips dig into my skin. “I’m not ashamed or worried about them, I just want to be with you, explore whatever this is between us.”
“I know you aren’t but maybe we can just keep it to ourselves for a while.”
He thinks it over and I appreciate that he’s giving credence to my words. Heacock was aggressive and enraged just at the thought of the two of us having dinner. If he or anyone else knew what we’d done earlier…I shudder to imagine the danger Brandon might be in because of it.
“Ok, but I’m not staying away from you. We’re dating, even if it’s in secret. We just have to be creative.”
I laugh, but it’s forced. I’m sad for our situation. I’m angry that I feel the need to hide what we mean to one another, but I will not jeopardize his career or his safety. I kinda hate myself for being so smart and pragmatic about shit.
I can survive anything so long as Brandon is mine at the end of the day.
“I’ve tasted my own cum.” Brandon begins with zero segue, catching me off guard. “I don’t think there’s a man on earth that hasn’t tried to drink from their own well.”
“Jesus.” I drop my head, my body shaking with silent laughter as he continues.
“But I’d like to taste yours. Never sucked a dick before…however, the thought of being aconnoisseur of dick, as you so eloquently put it earlier, has merit.” He pats my hip and urges me to stand up, my dick at attention in my pants. “While I hope yours is the only dick I sample, I would very much like to test out that title.” He cracks his knuckles, his neck, and stretches his arms above his head. “Alright, coach, what’s the play?”
Smiling wide enough for my cheeks to hurt, I put my hands on my hips and stare down at him. “No fumblerooskis, rookie, I want a clean snap,” I pull my waistband from my skin and let it snap back, hissing at the sensation against my erection, “and a long, long,longdeep drive.”
Brandon 9.
I open the front door of my house and sag in relief when Oscar smiles up at me. I drag him in by the front of his shirt, push him against the wall, and bury my face in his neck. He pats my back, then rubs it soothingly until I raise my head for a kiss. Our lips meet and everything, every stress, every disappointment, every ounce of frustration just drifts away. The best medicine is the taste of him on my tongue, the weight of him in my arms, and the scent of him filling my lungs.
“Babe, the team lost, but it was expected.”
“So?” I ask petulantly, rolling my hips against his, our cocks pressed tight.
“You’re right.” His voice goes right to my balls, husky and raw. I chuckle lightly that he’s caught on. “Your team lost, it was devastating. Let me make you feel better.” I nod my head where I’ve buried it back in his neck. “You wanna a little sucky-sucky?”
“Fuckin’ hell, Oscar!” I pull back, simultaneously grimacing and laughing. “Don’t ever say that again!” Grabbing his hand, I drag him through my house to my bedroom. In front of my bed, I start fumbling with his belt while trying to catch the bottom of my joggers with one foot to pull them down. I nearly fall over in the process, and he stills my hands.
“I don’t want a trip to the ER.” He unhooks his belt and pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them, then tugging his shirt over his head. Naked, his toned and lightly furred body on display, my mouth waters as my eyes roam over every inch of skin. I want to map out his entire body with my tongue. His dick bobs between us, a pearl of cum gathering in the slit. I sucked his dick the other day, first time I’ve ever been on that end of it. At first, I’ll admit it was weird. The texture, the salty taste, the concentration of his scent. And the hair. He doesn’t manscape as much as I do, though in his defense he said he wasn’t expecting any action and didn’t prepare as such. I gagged a lot. I do not like wet hair in my shower, in my sink, in my mouth…or anywhere pink, Sam-I-Am.
On a separate note, I feel compelled to write a letter of apology to every woman who has ever given me a blow job. The number of times I’ve murmured,Breathe through your nose, relax your throat, swallow, suck me harder…flowers are expensive these days and I don’t think I can afford a rose for every offense I’ve committed against each of them. Suffice to say, I have a newfound respect and admiration for anyone willing enough to place a penis in their mouth, let alone wriggle all about while multitasking enough to breathe, suck, swallow, and stroke at the same time.
A new Olympic sport? Hmm…
“Lay down, Brandon.” I shake my head and look down at myself.
“Where’d my pants go?” Oscar chuckles, guiding me to my bed and putting a pillow beneath my head as I lay on my back. I must have been lost in thought, because I don’t remember getting naked.
I emit a manly squeak of surprise when Oscar climbs over me facing the opposite direction, his dick waving in my face, hisballs and hole playing peek-a-boo. With a groan, I tip my head back, arching my neck, when he grips my cock tightly, and licks a stripe up its length. He wiggles his ass, trying to get my attention to reciprocate, but all I can focus on is the hot, wet suction of his mouth. Hand on my hip he stills me, then releases me to suck in a breath.
“Suck my dick, Brandon, or I’m gonna dismount.”
I scramble to clutch his hips, digging my hands into the soft flesh so he can’t move. “Like fucking hell,” I mutter, take a deep breath, and dive in. I already know what to expect as far as his dick is concerned, but since they are easily accessible, I play with his balls, sticking my tongue out to feel them. Not great. I can’t believe he sucked on mine! They feel so weird…like crepe paper with a pulse. The human body is strange. However, I’m really loving the slurping noises he makes as he sucks on the head of my cock. His dick hardens and swells in front of me. Fascinating; he’s getting off on getting me off.
Feeling emboldened by lust and arousal, I pry his cheeks apart and give myself no time to overthink it, just lick across his hole. I giggle like a teenage boy and not a man in his forties at the realization I’m licking someone’s asshole! I’ve never done this to a woman before, never had anal sex. I was never with anyone long enough to form that type of trust. Honestly, a woman asked me once to do it, but I wanted to nut and thought the prep would take too long. I feel like a massive tool for thinking that, but men are dumb.
He whimpers as my tongue glides across the furled flesh. I do it again and he whines around my shaft, the vibration traveling through the sensitive head to my balls. Stroking his dick with one hand, I use the other to stretch the skin enough to get my tongue a little deeper. This is incredible, it doesn’t taste like much, maybe just soap, but it feels naughty and he’s so damnsexy writhing on top of me with my cock in his mouth and his ass in the air. Knowing I’m making him feel like this is heady (Ha! Pun intended).
After several minutes, and two fingers using plenty of slobber for lubricant, my body heats with pleasure, a pulse between my thighs, but it’s not enough. I seem to be going from 0 to 69 in seconds flat in this sexual exploration, but I want more. I want to feel more of Oscar, I want to feel everything.
I tap his hip and lightly push him to the side. My cock pops out of his mouth, glistening in the air as I move over him. “I want to feel you deeper. I want to have sex with you. Will you…is that…will you fuck me?”
“Fuck you?” His eyebrows rise in question and surprise, and I feel my face heat, not from lust, but a little embarrassment.
