Candy & Kisses - 12. Chapter 12

The cold winter finally began to loosen it's grip as we reached the end of March. My relationship with Cathy had changed, and not for the better. Once she and Malik had finally ended their merry-go-round of breaking up and making up, she brought to me a tale of losing her virginity to him. Although at one time, perhaps, I'd have been more attentive or indulgent of her tale, I really didn't want to hear it.

"You should have seen it," she said, flopping over onto my bed. "It was bigger than Hunter Christiansen."

Thinking of the long-ago image on Ginnie's phone I said, "Well, he wasn't that impressive."

"No. I mean bigger than him as a person, not just the size of his tool," she said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. Malik seemed like an okay guy, I just didn't care all that much about what he had between his legs. In point of fact, while I still noticed attractive guys, I didn't care about them much in general. They were sort of like wallpaper; appreciated while I was in the room, but forgotten just as quickly. Turning from her I went back to cleaning out the drawer in my dresser to make room for some of Brandon's things. I tossed out a couple of things that were too small or raggedy for me, then turned my attention to the bag of things I'd collected from his house. While his toothbrush was in the medicine cabinet, I kept a pair of his jeans, a pair of shorts, a tee shirt, two pairs of socks and underwear and deodorant for him. We didn't sleep over a ton, but I liked having his stuff there. It felt important.

"Jealous?" she asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I glanced at her over my shoulder. "No. Not even a little."

Her eyes glittered as she sat up. "I knew it! Brandon is hung, isn't he?"

I closed his drawer a little more forcefully than I needed to. I turned to face her, clueless as ever. "Cathy, I'm going to say this as clearly as I can. I don't know why you keep making comments, but Brandon isn't like the other guys we used to talk about. I love him. He loves me. I don't talk about his body, except to say he's great in bed. I'm totally happy, satisfied, whatever you like."

She pouted a bit. "We always talked about guys. I don't understand what's so special about him."

I sat beside my dense friend and patted her hand. "One day, maybe, you'll find what I have and you'll understand. Brandon is off limits, Cath."

"I'm so curious, though!" she said, a whine entering her voice. "Okay, look, I'm not really asking here, but listen to me, okay?"

I held my sigh in, but it was a near thing. "Okay, go ahead."

"So we talked about guys, yeah? You and I used to talk gossip all the time. Now I barely see you because you're all 'I'm in love' all over the place, you won't talk guys with me, and it almost seems like gossip doesn't matter as much to you - we barely talk!"

I nodded, looking away from her. "I hear you. I guess my interests in guys have narrowed down, mostly, to just the one." I looked at her. "He means more to me than any other guy we talked about. It's important to me to keep things about him to myself. I'd never flash his cock around on my phone or give away details about him, because it feels like that's mine. Something I don't want to share." I took a breath. "I do see other guys and think they're cute, but how we used to talk? Like that top four and all that? I don't have one, anymore. I just want him. All the time."

"But, you said once you'd do Zack. You're around him all the time. You're saying you're so in love you don't see him standing there?"

I smiled at her. "I see him. He's a great guy, and I stand by what I said before - if he were gay, I'd totally have given it a chance with him. Maybe it would be different, maybe I'd tell you all about his cock." I paused. "But he's not Brandon. Zack is my friend." I held a hand up at her open mouth. "Yes, a handsome friend, but that's all. I don't spank to him."

She curled her mouth. "I just don't understand, I guess. Malik is huge, but he wasn't all that good with it, you know? There wasn't anything like foreplay - just insert tab A into slot B. It was kind of underwhelming, in terms of losing my virginity," she said, her voice getting quiet. "Was your first time better? Can I ask that?"

I nodded, turning to face her. "It was a little awkward. We had the basics, but I think we know more now. The next time we try it, I'm sure it'll be better."

She grunted. "That's not a ringing endorsement. Who'd have thought you needed to learn how to do sex the right way?"

I shrugged. "Everyone is different, I guess. Maybe some people are naturally good at it, but I bet most people need a few tries to figure it all out - especially if they are with different people. Like," I said, holding my hand out to her. "I'll bet whomever you're with next, you'll be like 'foreplay, dammit!'" She looked at me and we burst out in giggles.

"Yeah, I will!" she said emphatically. "Does Brandon do that? Like, is there a build up for you?"

"I see what you're doing," I said gently.

"I'm not asking for size and shape," she huffed. "I'm asking about the romance part. Is that allowed?"

I tilted my head side to side. "Yeah, I guess that's cool," I said with a surge of excitement. I turned and sat cross-legged from her and she copied me, leaning in with an eager look. "Brandon totally has me figured. He does this thing when we kiss, running his fingers up my spine? He knows it drives me insane for him. He runs his fingers up to my neck and into my hair...he has me wrapped around his finger and he knows it."

She squealed and rocked back and forth. "God! That is so awesome! Malik kisses pretty well, but then he just wants to grab my boobs. It's like, hello? Can you not treat them like fruit at the store or something?"

I burst out laughing.

"Oh! Did you hear? Vanessa is pregnant again!" she said with a gleam in her eye.

"Vanessa your cousin?" I asked. "The one that sent Hunter nudes?"

"Exactly. Rumor has it the baby is Hunter's."

My jaw dropped. "Seriously? Does Julie know?"

Her face sobered a bit. "I actually felt kind of bad for her. I mean, she lands this beautiful looking guy and he's spending all his time running around on her? Maybe it's because he knows he's pretty and he can get away with some of that? I don't know. I told Julie she should dump his ass."

"Totally," I agreed. "Isn't he underage? Vanessa is in deep shit, right?"

"Well, it's just a rumor right now, who the kid's daddy is. But Vanessa is being so tight-lipped, I'm sure it can't be good. I told Julie she can do better," Cathy said.

"Look at you, being nice to the bitch," I said with a laugh.

Cathy grimaced. "Julie is easy to hate on, I admit. She looked genuinely hurt, though. I'm sure I'll hate her again soon enough, but I'm not sure how human I'd be to crow about this one. You should have seen her face, Jer."

I nodded and schooled my features. "Maybe you're right."

"I guess you're lucky, huh? Brandon doesn't seem like he's all full of himself, right?"

"No, he's not," I agreed. "He exercises because he likes it, not to impress others. He definitely doesn't act like he thinks he's better than anyone else, even though I know he is."

She nodded and stood. "Okay, well...talk to you at school?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod. She turned and left. It was the last time we talked like that.

~C&K~

"Hey, we have great weather finally. Let's go take a run," Brandon said to me.

I eyed him. "Why would I do that? I'm not exactly into exercise."

"Well...," he said, dragging the word out as he looked me over.

"What?" I demanded. My eyes widened and I asked, "Are you saying I'm getting fat?"

He crinkled his eyes. "It's been a long winter. Maybe you've been doing a little sympathy eating...."

"You're saying I'm fat," I said, deadpan.

"Are you calling me fat?" Jan called out from the kitchen.

"No!" we both said.

"I want donuts!" she called out.

"Oh. Donuts. Krispy Kreme," I said.

"No," Brandon replied with a chuckle. "No more carbs! I want to get you ready to play rec league soccer this summer."

I stared at him. "Me? A sport?"

"Yeah. You already have the basics," he said reasonably.

I studied him. Was he out of his gorgeous head? "Why?"

He tilted his head down and looked at me. "I do the homework organization thing with you almost every day."

"Yeah, but that helps you. You're more organized, you're getting better grades," I said reasonably.

He pursed his lips. "My grades were okay before. It was important to someone, though, to organize every day and not feel like they had to ask if I had my stuff ready." He looked at me steadily. I opened my mouth, but closed it. He said, "I do that because it's part of the give and take of our relationship. I do that for you, even if it does benefit me. Now I want you to do something with me, even though it will also benefit you."

"Are you about to call me fat again?" I asked.

"Jesus, my hemorrhoids!" Jan said as she waddled past.

We both glanced at her, perhaps a little in horror. Brandon crossed his arms. "You've been sympathy eating. Jan eats a cake for lunch, so do you."

I looked down at myself, frowning. I may have gotten the tiniest bit...ugh. I looked up at him. "Are you saying you don't find me attractive?"

"I'm saying my boyfriend should come exercise with his boyfriend, and that will make his boyfriend happy." He gave me a lopsided grin.

"I'm not fat," I grumbled as I pulled on shorts and laced my sneakers. He led me out front and we stretched. It was nice to be outside after the cold winter, but I wasn't going to admit that. Once stretched Brandon set an easy pace and I pathed beside him. 'This is easy,' I thought. 'I'm not out of shape.' Ten minutes later I was panting heavily and dragging my feet to keep up with him. His body is in fantastic shape, but if this is the cost, I can see why so few people have bodies like his.

"Doing okay?" he asked, sounding like he was far less winded than I was.

"Fine," I said, gutting it out. I will not let him get away with this idea that I'm fat and out of shape! Ten minutes later I actually started to feel better. We got down to the school and he led us down to the track where we did three laps before he slowed and put his arms up over his head.

"Oh, man. I needed that," he said between working to regulate his breathing.

"I didn't," I said, copying him. He grinned at me. Jerk. We walked to the outdoor water fountain and got a drink.

"Look, it's working already," he said, poking my belly.

"Hey!" I protested and pushed him in the center of his chest, but I pulled back in horror with my hand soaked in sweat. "Eww!"

"Mmm, hug," he said, grabbing me before I could get away.

"No! Ugh!" I protested, but started to laugh as well. He let me go, laughing but I started to poke him, working to tickle him for his transgression. It broke down into him trying to gross me out with his soaking wet shirt and me trying to tickle him. We fought, giggling for a few minutes before going to lean on the fence.

"So. Play soccer with me?" he asked.

I scratched my head and regarded him. "You know I'm not a big sports guy. I'll probably embarrass you."

"It's a rec league," he replied. "It's done for fun. You get to learn, we get to do something I like together, you get some sunshine and exercise...."

"I'm not getting fat," I grumbled.

"You do accept that you're eating way more, especially with Jan, right? You never used to crave things like a box of donuts before she got pregnant."

I blinked a few times and let my head move side to side. "Okay, maybe."

"You also accept that your body does need exercise, like all bodies do. Right?"

"But...sports?"

"Come on," he said, grumbling a little.

I sighed. "Okay. I'll give it a try."

"Really?" he asked, face brightening.

"Ugh. Don't be so happy about it," I said, but smiled to take the sting out.

"I've got to get you ready. Had enough of a break? Ready for the next leg?"

"What? More? Now?"

"We can't stay here," he said reasonably.

"I feel tricked."

He peeled his wet shirt off and I swallowed, looking at his upper body. "I want to get home and take a shower," he said. He glanced at his arms and said, "I can get a little sun on the way home. Start working on my tan."

I glanced around us. "Is anyone at your house?"

He looked at me and smiled slyly. "No. Shall we make a bet?"

"What sort of bet?" I asked.

"If you beat me home, we could shower together."

"Hmm," I said, pretending to think. I waited for him to move toward me, about to protest or something, and I pushed him back on his butt and took off running as fast as my legs would carry me. He yelled behind me, but fuck that. Game on, baby!

~C&K~

So, I made the summer rec league team. It's less impressive than it sounds. As long as you pay, you're in the league. Brandon tried to make it sound like I had clue one about what I was doing, but he wasn't fooling me. He was, however, very happy with us playing together, and I had to admit that it wasn't awful. Okay, okay, it was actually kind of fun. With the end of school, Brandon had taken to teaching me how to play, what the terms were, and then he and Zack would practice with me and it was actually pretty fun.

"How come Seth isn't here?" I asked one day.

"He goes to this day camp for design every year," Zack said, wiping his face with his shirt. "He has a serious talent. I should tell him to bring his portfolio next Friday. You'd be amazed."

"Yep," Brandon said in agreement. "He'll kick it around with us in the park or something, but he's really serious about his art."

"Huh. I didn't know it was that big a thing for him," I replied.

"Well. I think he's throwing himself into it more than usual," Zack said. "I, uh, talked to him last night. He and Malia broke up."

"They did?" I asked, shocked. "When? Why?"

I followed them into Zack's house to get a drink, waiting for the explanation.

"I guess she's a lesbian," Zack said as he got glasses for us. "I guess things have been relatively platonic between them, and he was trying to change that. She just came out and said she was gay and that she was sorry. You know, telling him he's a nice guy and this and that."

"He is," Brandon said quietly, sipping his water. "It's not easy to come out, but I'm not too happy she used Seth like that. She could have just said no when he asked her out."

"Maybe she was still figuring it out," I said in a dejected tone. "I really am not wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, though. Not for hurting him like that."

We sat and Zack was nodding his head. "He really liked her. She's pretty, but he was always talking about how fun she was to be with, how they did things he wouldn't have done on his own. Like they did a rock wall climbing thing one time. Seth isn't really into athletics, but he said he liked the rock wall. He said it was like a one on one competition with yourself."

"That sounds like fun," I said, dubiously. "Maybe we should try it. I mean, take him and then it's not just a thing he did with her but something he did with us?"

Brandon smiled at me, that particular smile. "That's brilliant. We should totally do that this weekend."

Then they took me outside and worked me some more. Perhaps as compensation, they had their shirts off. Yeah, attractive guys were like wallpaper, as I said. But there's wallpaper and then there's Zack, who wasn't boring wallpaper. Fuck, how do his nipples stay like that all the time? It's like they are always cold or something.

We got together Friday night and pitched the idea to Seth. He wasn't sold right away, but we ended up going the next day. He explained how things worked and I was kind of impressed with his knowledge. More than that, we had a lot of fun together. He was right, it was a singular sport, but it became more with us all together, laughing as some fell off the wall to dangle in space or helping encourage someone to hang on a bit longer and reach the top.

More important about Friday night was his portfolio.

"Wow, Seth. I mean, wow." I stared at the images, one after another. He had pencil drawings, some paintings, some with colored pencil and even calligraphy. My favorite, though, was a color sketch of Brandon. It must have been at a game, or just after. He was lying on his back, propped on his elbows with his knees pointing at the sky. His cleats were off, and he was in profile, perhaps watching something on the field.

"This is my favorite," I said as I looked at it. Seth leaned over and smiled.

"That was last summer, after a rec league game. I tried to sketch it from memory, but I had to get Brando to reenact it for me, if you will. I was experimenting with cartoon-type drawing, which shows you the hard edges and some exaggeration. You really like it?"

"I do," I said with a grin and looking at him. "I had no idea you were this good. Can I get a copy of this one?"

He blushed slightly and shook his head. "You can have it, if!" he said, looking between Brandon and myself, "you guys will sit for me for a new one this summer."

"Will you make two of them? I could commission one," I said immediately.

He looked back with wide eyes. "I usually have to twist people's arms to sit for me. It's a deal, if you can get Brando to agree."

"He agrees," I said with a smile, but not looking at Brandon. I heard him sigh.

"He's right. I want to commission my own, Seth," he said with a chuckle.

"Um, not sure I could do a nude of either of you. No offense, and it's not because you're guys...you're my friends. It would feel awkward," Seth said in a serious tone.

"Wait, what?" I asked suddenly.

"Nude? Um, no, I...!" Brandon looked at me with wide eyes and Seth burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding. Oh, my God! Your faces!" Seth said in between his laughing. I grinned at Brandon and he smiled back at me, and we joined Seth and Zack, laughing at ourselves.

"Actually," Brandon said after the laughter died down. "I was thinking it'd be great to have a picture of all of us. Maybe on a picnic table or down on the docks. But something with all four of us in it."

Seth drew his eyebrows together. "I'd need someone else to take the picture. Probably several pictures so I could get details right."

"Well, I'm not asking Ginnie - she'd only do it if B takes his shirt off so she can drool over his abs." That drew the laugh I expected. "I could ask Cathy, I guess. You guys have anyone?"

"Amy might do it," Zack said.

We debated about it for a bit, but I liked the idea of a picture of us all.

~C&K~

Jan had her baby in July. My parents offered to help, but with the memory of how the baby came to be, how she'd tried to abort, and the shame she still struggled with, Jan decided it was better for the baby to be given a chance at adoption. My parents were heartbroken, but they understood. I had a harder time of it, thinking how the baby would never know his birth family. The adoption happened faster than I'd have thought, but Jan had been planning for a bit before the birth. The couple seemed really nice and they agreed to hold onto a letter from Jan until the baby was old enough to understand. Still, it was heartbreaking.

Over that summer, we tried round two of actual sex. I mean, what we did already was sex, but the kind everyone else thinks of as sex, we'd only done the one time. We'd done all kinds of things - even setting up our phones side by side and recording ourselves. It was weird, but kind of hot, too. I could watch it and relive the feelings he'd made in me as well as do more than imagine his touch. I guess, in retrospect, we were heading in the direction of full-on sex again, but I don't know when it would have happened unless Brandon did what he did. He flat out told me he wanted to fuck me again.

I was surprised, but pleased with his telling me what he wanted. He still wasn't always good about that. The first time had been kind of uncomfortable for whoever was bottoming, but I dove into figuring out how to make this work better for us. In the end we bought gift cards at the local supermarket to use in buying each of us a small dildo online.

I'll never forget using it. I worked myself up, alone in my room, and had lubed myself and the toy. Once I got it up inside me, I was kind of disappointed. Yeah, okay, I had it in there, but I wasn't ready to 'ooh' or 'ahh' like the porno movies. I moved it back and forth, trying to simulate Brandon screwing me, but it wasn't all that exciting.

I was plenty excited when we were alone together at his house in the middle of the day. Clothes were coming off, kissing was going on and my heart and stomach were doing their expected hammering and somersaulting. We'd planned the day - planning was important, I'd read, and I could organize - so I had been particular in cleaning myself out and having the appropriate things handy. After the pillow was settled under the small of my back, Brandon started in loosening me with his fingers. Again, it felt kind of weird. Not bad, exactly. It was more interesting than using the dildo on myself because I wasn't in control. I couldn't anticipate his actions the way I knew what my own hand was going to do with that toy.

Eventually, though, he replaced his fingers with the dildo. Still, I wasn't all that thrilled. I mean, I was excited at being touched the way he was, stroking my cock and my skin while he went about getting me ready to be fucked. He started moving the dildo oddly inside me, and then I called out.

"Oh! Wow! There!" I said with excitement. I knew he must have hit my prostate, though that fucker had been pretty elusive to me and my probing.

"Here?" he asked, a little breathless.

"Yeah. Feels good," I said.

I looked down at him as he looked down at me, perhaps seeing the angle of the toy? He slid it from me and then lubed his cock, sliding a bit around my entrance. Closing my eyes, I let out a breath and focused on trying to relax my muscles. It still stung a bit as he inched his way inside me.

"You okay?" he asked, his breath heavy.

"I'm okay," I assured him. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. For me, even though sex the last time hadn't been ideal, looking up at him and knowing what I was feeling was him inside me was pretty fulfilling. I mean, he's gorgeous and right in front of me, on top of me. I reached out and rubbed his chest, teasing the nipples as he slowly stroked my cock and worked his way deeper inside me, until I felt him press firmly with his hips against my ass.

"God, you feel so good, J," he said and leaned forward to kiss me. We danced our dance, tongues winding, gripping and releasing only to repeat the steps we knew so well. Yes, the dance was familiar and yet my stomach still flipped at his touch.

He pulled his hips back a bit and I waited for him to start, but he surprised me when he didn't simply thrust forward as we both had last time. Instead it was a slow push into me, wiggling a little once he got fully sheathed inside me. I wondered briefly what he was doing, but then I realized he was hunting for the position that would hit my prostate. I pulled my legs back a bit, changing the angle of his thrust and moments later, he hit solidly.

"Ohhh, fuck," I said softly. "Do that again."

"Here?" he asked breathily, pulling back and sliding home again.

"Yes," I hissed. This was far better than the toy. I looked up at him as he maneuvered and pushed into me again. I squeezed my muscles tight, gripping his cock as he pulled back and drove forward with more force.

"There!" I said, loudly. He shifted and then began a steady drumbeat against my prostate. I groaned loudly, any inhibitions leaving me as I looked up at him, pounding into me steadily with such a sensual focus. "Brandon, fuck me. Hard. Right there - fuck me!" I said louder, staring at his eyes and willing him forward. His eyes glittered and a light sheen of sweat popped out on his chest and face. My hands roamed over his body as he picked up his stroke. Finally, finally! This was the big deal!

He slowed down and stopped thrusting all together a minute later, leaning down to tie our tongues together in our intricate dance. The steps, though, were muddled and the pure sex of the moment was thick in the air.

"Keep going, B, fuck me," I panted in his ear.

"Just a second," he replied, out of breath. "I'm close."

"Okay, okay," I said and pulled him down into another kiss. I worked my muscles, squeezing his hard length and wrapped my legs around his waist. I pushed on his butt with my heels and he started to move again. He picked up speed and I started to call out again, lost in the moment, and then he stiffened and pushed into me, driving with his feet into the mattress as if trying to climb in right after his dick.

"Oh, my God," he said, panting and placing his forehead on my chest. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and felt the breeze from the open window run across my sweaty chest. I squeezed my muscles again, milking him.

"Brandon," I said softly. "That felt so good. You're still hard, baby. Go some more, okay? Come on."

He nodded against my chest, his slick skin sliding against mine. I grabbed his hair and moved him over to kiss me. He started off a little slowly, but picked up the pace in no time. He started to stir my insides and I groaned into this mouth to encourage him. Truthfully, after he'd had his go at me, I felt completely relaxed in taking him again. He took a few minutes to find the right angle, and then there was no pretense about holding back. I exulted in yelling his name and exhorting him to fuck me harder.

"I'm getting closer," he said, gritting his teeth and picking up his pace. In response I clamped down on him, but was surprised when my cock started to twitch without being touched and I exploded all over myself. I do mean explosion. Of all the times I'd blown a load over Brandon, both with him present and without, this felt as if I were ejecting years of seed. I felt like I might not be able to produce anything for a month or more based on the strength of this ejaculation.

He groaned and pressed tightly against me, once more digging into the mattress to bring us closer and press his cock ever deeper. With a shuddering gasp he collapsed on me, squishing my spend between us. His breath heaved and his body slipped against my own damp skin. That was what fucking was all about! That was the stuff porno tried to sell, but it was all fake. We'd found the real thing, and it was as good as advertised.

Brandon crawled up my body, his dick slipping free of me and dragging wetly to lie beside my own softening cock. He nuzzled my neck and kissed me lightly, working slowly up to my ear. "I love you, J. Thank you. Jesus, I love you so much."

"That's the sex talking," I teased and he shook his head.

"I love you so much," he said softly.

I buried my fingers in his hair. "I love you, too, B."

We lay like that for a time, the cool afternoon breeze stirring his curtains and caressing our cooling skin. When we rose from the bed I went to the bathroom first to empty the lube and stuff from me, and then we showered together. Normally there would have been a lot more to it than getting clean, and there was some - except there was more to it. Dicks got a little hard, but were largely ignored for the feeling we had discovered.

It was a complete feeling. A deep sense of that place where our souls joined getting stronger, closer. I was fulfilled in a way I didn't think I could be with anyone else.

"That was amazing, B," I whispered in his ear, while the water cascaded over us. "It was so much better than last time."

He ran his fingers up my spine, setting off spasms of enjoyment from my muscles. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that," he said softly. "I've been wanting to, but I didn't want to ask. I was going to wait for you to bring it up again, but...I really wanted you."

"I want that," I said. "I want you to tell me that you want me; need me."

He sighed and pulled our wet bodies together. One hand drifted away, then returned pressing a bar of soap to my back and stroking gently up and down.

"And you? Do you want to fuck me, too?" he asked.

"You have no idea," I said and let out a small chuckle. "I only hope I can make you feel half as good as you did me." I pulled back and looked him in the face. "No shit, B. You were amazing. I want you to fuck me again."

It was strange. For a moment it looked like he'd cry. He pulled me close and just kept whispering how much he loved me until the hot water ran out.

We dressed in his room and lazed about in his back room, watching a movie. His parents came home and said hello to us. His dad glanced back at his wife as she headed to go get changed out of her work clothes and he fixed us with a serious look.

"Guys, this is kind of a tough subject for me to broach. You guys are great together," he said, licking his lips and bringing one balled up hand to rub across his upper lip. "We know you guys are smart. We are hoping you guys will last a long time." He glanced at me and said, "Jerry, we've grown to care about you a whole lot. We love who Brandon has become with you guys dating."

I glanced at Brandon and back to his father. "Um, thanks. I like you both as well. I love Brandon, of course."

"Of course," he said with a nod. He looked at us in turn and nodded, seeming to come to a decision. "From now on, you need to close the window."

We looked at each other and back to him. "What?" Brandon asked. "What window?"

His dad looked right at him and stayed silent. Brandon shifted and looked at me, but I was puzzled. We both looked back at his father, who sighed with resignation.

"The Wilsons were waiting for a new fridge today. They were home from work. I guess your bedroom window was open. Need I go farther?"

Brandon coughed. "No. Window closed. Got it."

"Oh, my God," I said, putting my head in my hands.

"Jerry, you have no idea," his dad said before exiting the room.

We sat back on the couch and I was a little mortified. Brandon bumped me with his arm and I looked at him. His face was red, but he had a little smile. "If you weren't so loud."

I pushed my tongue against my teeth. "If you weren't so good."

We stared at each other for a minute, then broke down laughing. I mean, Jesus!

"Can you imagine what the Wilsons said to him?" Brandon asked and then snorted with laughter. We only got stupider from there, but we had to, really, so we didn't die of embarrassment.

A few weeks later I got my chance at him. It was a little surreal as I stretched him, watching my fingers disappear. Hooking them to try and find that button that would make this feel as good for him as my second time had been for me. He'd bent his knees and rested the soles of his feet on my chest, gripping me with his toes when he groaned. Still, for some reason, I didn't feel as though he'd enjoyed it as I had. I'd be willing to try again, it definitely felt good to me, but perhaps it wasn't my regular role.