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It was so funny to see Jamie, my lifelong pervy older sister, and my new paramour Brandon talking. When asked I gave her full permission, as she has helped make Brandon and I get together. Both of us were freshmen in high school, was Jamie was a junior. While most would think a young lady of her age would be focused on college and her drivers license, she has been a great neighbor and friend. We had grown up together, as little kids and now we were teenagers. Time had flown by, as she had given me tips on anal sex, when it used to be what candy to buy.
The previous weekend both Brandon and I had lost our virginity together. Our first get together afterwards had been a little bit awkward, but inevitably we got past that and were kissing and holding hands again in no time. Him and I went to different schools. Jamie and I were in the big Cali public high, while Brandon was being taught religious baloney at a parochial school. Actually that's unfair to say, as the education he was receiving was better than ours, but his parents were dropping a lot of money for this. I mused what they'd think, if they knew I came in his butthole. Even though 14 I was tall, a baseball player, and fairly popular despite my sometimes awkwardness that all youth go through in the puberty process.
My folks and his were none the wiser, as we barely saw them with us, as we played the role playing game magic. Yet once clear of them, I let Brandon know I "needed to be inside of him." He smiled and I could see him and Jamie gossiping. "Alright enough of this, you can say what you want to around me." Both giggled and Jamie got us both sodas to drink. She grabbed a Sprite, and as we sat together, she asked me if I had liked "making love to Brandon." Him and I laughed as it was more like primal fucking than that, but girls were wired differently than us guys. Brandon had told her how it all had gone down, and how we both had an incredible sex session at his parents house. Jamie beamed at both of us, and said "I'm proud of you." Plus she couldn't resist joshing Brandon, "now you and I have something in common, is that we've had a penis inside us." They laughed hysterically, and I joined in too, although damn I would love to be inside my new fancy with ravenous desire.
We definitely got along well, and he also liked "Fallout" on PlayStation 5. While he didn't play sports, he enjoyed that I played baseball for the high school, and understood the rules. Tomorrow would be another game, as the coach gave us a day off from practice. A lot of people don't understand the physical aspects of the game, as there's a famous stand up humor comparison of baseball and football from George Carlin years ago. Obviously he had never been on the diamond, hit by a pitch, or knocked down by a streaking baseball at a high rate of speed. He had definitely never ran the bases, or slammed into a catcher to jar a ball loose. I was the backup shortstop, but I liked that Coach had let me get pinch hitting and stealing in frequently. There were some good hits, and I was successful on one stolen base completed. That was exciting, as I had barely beat the catchers throw. The ump had called me safe, but it was very close, and ultimately who knew if that was the correct call or not. Thankfully it was as I scored a run when another batter came up.
I was glad that not only for my sexual needs, that Jamie had introduced Brandon and I together. He was a fun part of our dynamic duo that added one, and we all were laughing about our sexual activities. Jaime understood our desires, and we approved of her boyfriend Johnathan. She did confirm what I thought, that he was hung like a horse. It made sense as Jaime was a pretty blond thing, cheerleader, and probably homecoming queen next year. Vivacious, funny, and on the national honor society she was going the Ivy League route for sure. Both of her parents met at Brown University in Rhode Island, and they didn't pressure her, as she on her own wanted to go there. The east coast and New England region intrigued her, as it was the complete opposite of our California laid back atmosphere.
Yet here the sun and surf ruled the day, although Brandon and I were going through a change in attitudes. Yes he still kissed me, when I embraced him, but he seemed more hesitant since I had popped his cherry. Since losing my virginity, I wanted him ravenously, but for this afternoon he told me "he just wanted to play magic." Jaime joined in for a bit, although she wasn't too much into it, she was as always a quick study. When we took a break, and Brandon played on instagram, Jaime told me "you seem worried or tense." What the hell? Was she a mind reader? I didn't say this out loud, but thought it, and was stunned when she repeated those words. Jarred I was able to get back to reality, but I told her about "Brandon's reluctance." She said it was normal for all people, straight or gay, and after losing her virginity she was different around Jonathan. Her advice was good. "Be supportive and eventually you'll have Brandon again." We all ended the day playing horseshoes, watching some tv, and cranking some music up on the Bluetooth speakers. Her dads Bose system was incredible.
That night I shaved my crotch again. Jerking off in the shower, thinking of fucking Brandon, my cum puddled up before succumbing down the drain. The hot water took it away, and yet I couldn't go to sleep. I texted him. A response. We talked about our situation, and I heard what he had to say. Apparently he was confused but also intrigued about having me again, but needed some time. At first I was pissed. Yet my replies of "I understand " or "it's okay Brandon, just let me know" we're what I typed out. Pent up and frustrated, I wasn't used to this emotional stuff. Rather my already extremely excitable 14 year old brain had his ass on my mind, and I dreamed of us kissing and making out on his bed again. Waking up to red sheets instead of his blue plaid comforter was disappointing.
Yet as classes moved, I knew that the coach would have me at third base today. Our starter had broken his wrist, and it looked like I may get extra playing time. In English class I smiled, despite Mrs O'Connors boring rendition of Macbeth in the Shakespeare section. Mostly I pretended to listen, and played games on my cell phone. Yet I was eager to prove to Coach Matthews that I was ready, as throughout my little league career I was at third base. Shortstop was due to a coaching like my quick ability, which I appreciated, but at 6 foot despite being a lanky 160 the corner is where my home was. This also meant more batting practice time, and while not official, rumor among the players was I'd be promoted to full time player.
Sure enough school ended, and Coach Mathew's brought out the fungo bat. We did field exercises, and also some relays to warm ourselves up. He was a no nonsense disciplinarian type. Although not a large man at 5'7, he like my father played minor league ball, and was quite intimidating. To his credit he was fair with his sadistic workouts, and also was hardcore about the fundamentals. Yet our Falcons baseball team had quite a reputation. Our best pitcher Shawn Andrews was on the mound for batting practice. I was able to hide my fear, as he threw upwards of 90 mph, and was a bit erratic with his location. Yet in several swings I made good contact, and on the last one, I smacked one of his curves over the left field wall. If that didn't impress the coaches and team, well I didn't know what would, as this freshman just showed the senior up.
After the practice as I carefully looked at my teammates in the shower, Shawn congratulated me for my "home run." He said he liked how "I played like an older high schooler." At this time all the team gathered around me. What were they going to do, give me a blanket party with the soap dishes in towels? To my relief Coach Matthews handed me a baseball, with all of our team's signatures on it. "You've been promoted young man. You're our new third baseman." All of my teammates gave me high fives, and even the coach smiled. He tipped his hat to me. It was as if every dream came true, and I texted my parents. Of course dad was the most excited, as he had made the AA team for the White Sox as a first baseman. It probably was in the genes.
Then again my fellow teammates looked good in their jeans, and my pervy thoughts went to Brandon. I texted him. Am immediate response. He wanted me to visit him, as his "parents were out." I felt my balls getting heavy and my penis extend, although obviously would have to play this one close to the vest as that proverb goes. Arriving at his house, he was up for playing magic. His blond hair with the dyed black part, his illustrious seductive green eyes. He had greeted me at the door with a big embrace and a kiss. We drank sodas together, and although I got to kiss him again, he eventually got the game pieces out. Mixed messages. I was so confused. Sure I would join him in the game, although what I really wanted was to take his green shorts and t shirt off.
ESPN was on. Glad Brandon liked NFL football, and we discussed setting up a online fantasy team. He all of a sudden said "fantasy" in a pronounced way. Smiling he kissed me, and had his arms around mine. Our lips locked and eyes gazing at each other. Soon he on his own took his shorts off to expose his beautiful shaved cock, and told me, "I want you." Both of our breathing had increased along with our heartbeats, with even more of this as my hands went to his groin area. Soon I had him under my spell as I massaged his low hanging balls, and moved up to slide my palms back and forth with my fingers on his shaft.
I took his t shirt off violently, kissing him, and he held my hand. "Follow me." I wasn't hesitant as we were back in his bedroom. As soon as the blue plaid appeared my clothes were off too, and we were kissing and rubbing our hard cocks together. Sucking on his paunched out nipples, my tongue moved down to his sweet spot. I was delirious about sucking him again, and wanted his sugary sweet precum in my mouth. Then I knew if I got him worked up, he'd happily bend over to take my manhood inside of him for primal fucking that would make his room smell of sex. Just less than a week ago I penetrated him, and lusted at the thought of this, as I just loved the sensations of being inside him.
We were all over his bed, and he and I were touching each other's genitals and kissing. 14 year old hormone's everywhere. I finally got his 6 inches of cut fun in my mouth. He loved it when my tongue curled around his head, and then I lowered even further. All the way to his nuts my mouth had its run, and he was my musical instrument that I'd have a sexual symphony with. Up and down wildly I took his salty and musky penis in my mouth. Oh yes my sucking increased, and I was so turned on. I looked down and saw how my saliva had made his man parts wet, and attacked his balls next. Touching them and slurping them delicately, Brandon was saying something but it didn't make sense. This became even more obvious as I licked his rear end. He gyrated with my tongue in and around his hole.
Soon we were in the 69 position. Oh how his warm mouth felt so amazing, and what unfettered desire I had to suck his penis as a mission of my desires. We went down on each other. I fingered him. First the pinky, then the index, as he seemed to be entering another dimension unbeknownst to me. He was all lit up with a raging hard on, and as he sucked my penis, he kept gasping "fuck my ass." I didn't need an invite as he wasn't getting away from my sexual passion. Just like the last time I would set his belly on pillows, and take him to my hearts content. He would be my bottom, and I would make sure he felt my seven inches down to the core of his soul. It was our collective desire to become one, and momentarily that would be the case.
Lubing and fingering him, it was a thrill for him and me. He had my digits inside him, spreading warmth and nerve endings into new realms, while I felt his tight succulent ass. Soon my fingers could rest, but my beyond hard 7 inches of cock would plunder him. He would be mine. Under all of my control. I reminded him by holding his hips, and eyeing those gorgeous buns. Inside I went to tongue and lube his ass, and he kept telling me to "fuck him." As if insisting was enough, very soon my head popped in him, and my cock was inside him. The noise and scents were so exotic. Sweat, testosterone, and pheromones that couldn't be identified. Tension too. I got hornier as he looked back at me, and bit his lips to succumb a scream that was inevitable. His fingers on my balls were so damn good, and it was if he was stirring the tanks.
Soon Brandon was riding me. This was new, and I loved how his beautiful penis felt as it rubbed on my abdomen. His testes too on me. Our hands holding. Eyes locked and kissing. Gentle pecks followed by extra strength French versions. Our tongues danced as if following a music we couldn't hear but follow, and he was so hard, and we both smiled as this was as good as it got. Grabbing his sheets, my nails and finger tips must have torn the threads, as we buckled in a sensual manner that defied physics and so much more. His lips were so soft, and I felt him clenching, pushing down letting my penis go all the way inside. I was all in, and he let out a gasp as I plunged away to my delight.
It was rhythmic. So primally sexual. I watched Brandon's green eyes and took in his sweaty scent. Beads on his forehead, and as I played with his balls, he screamed and came all over my face and hairy chest. He continued to howl like a rabid animal unleashed, as this was too my sensory input for my body to hold back anymore. As I watched him writhe with his dick softening up, I felt the waterworks down below turn to volcanic sperm. With fury and determination, cum flew out of my penis, and I became catatonic sitting there as globs of my seed had penetrated my lovers insides. As I pulled my cock out, heart breathing we kissed, and saw my white DNA rolling out of his more loosened up hole. It was now a good thing, as we kissed with purpose, and we were becoming more comfortable with each other.