Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:20:08 -0500 From: mark corlis Subject: In The Blink Of An Eye Chapter 5 College Section In The Blink Of An Eye Copyright 2008 by Mark Corlis All Rights Reserved If you are under 18, live in an area where this work may be illegal, or have problems with 2 men experiencing gay love or sex, then it's time to depart. Do everyone who appreciates this site a favor and don't come back! This is a copyrighted work. No reproduction of ANY form may be done without the express written consent of the author. The characters and events portrayed are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is 100% coincidental. Author's Note: Welcome to Chapter 5. I can't begin to express my appreciation for all the kind words I have received. The positive reactions have been overwhelming. Remember to join the update list at mcnc1966@gmail.com. You can also leave comments or suggestions there too. Eventually, I will reply to all emails. I would like to thank my fearless editors. Mike and Jeremiah. Their suggestions and grammatical prowess help keep the readers entertained and keep me from sounding illiterate. Hats off to you gentlemen and many thanks for your efforts. OK..I know I know...I'll shut up and get on with the show..... Chapter 5 Brian thought about what to do for no more than a minute. Fevers with an amputee were never a good thing. He could call an ambulance or handle things himself. He decided he had more faith in himself than any outsider. He ran outside and pulled his car directly in front of the apartment's entrance. He went into the house and headed straight to Brandon's room. He made sure the blanket was wrapped tightly around him. Once that was accomplished, he scooped Bran into his arms and headed for the door. Brian knew he wasn't over reacting when he got Bran settled, the skin contacting his was much hotter than normal. He maneuvered his cargo in to the passenger seat, belted him in, and took off. Brandon mumbled a bit, leaving to anyone to guess what he said. "Hang in there, hon. Almost got us there," Brian reassured. Minutes later, Brian pulled up to the emergency entrance and jumped out. He saw two paramedics exiting the ER and explained his predicament to them. Until now, he'd done a fabulous job of appearing in control. Talking to the paramedics, he began to lose it, sounding a bit frantic at the situation. The paramedic, his name was Jim, smiled and agreed to get Brandon into the building. He and his partner loaded Brandon on their stretcher and headed inside, Brian hot on their heels. Brian spent the next half hour filling out paper work and signing consent forms. Brandon was unaware that his parents had given Brian power of attorney so he could handle situations like these quickly. Once those were done, he was told he could enter the waiting room and a doctor would be out to update Bran's condition when possible. Brian nodded and began to move away from the desk. It was then that he realized that he'd forgotten to put shoes on in his rush to leave the house. He also remembered that his car was parked at the ambulance entrance. He decided to correct both problems then and there. He walked outside and moved the car to visitor parking. Looking around inside the car, he found a pair of red flops he'd left there on a recent trip to the beach. He wasn't particularly fond of their gay boy appearance, but there wasn't much choice. Shoving his feet in the bright flops, he started going through the list of people he should notify. He thought of calling the school, but decided to see how severe things were first. Bran's parents had to be notified and David should really know too. He took a deep breath and lit a smoke, trying to think of what to say. Unable to come up with much, he took out his cell phone and began to scroll through the directory. Finding Brandon's parents number, he hit the send key. The conversation went fairly smoothly. He relayed what he knew so far and told them he would phone them as soon as he knew more. They decided together that any trip there would be delayed until they knew exactly what the problem was. Bran's mom thanked Brian profusely and told him to keep them updated throughout the night. He agreed and hung up. "That went well," he thought to himself. Brian took a few minutes to finish his smoke and then decided he had to call David. This phone call made him more nervous. He wasn't quite sure what David was to Brandon and worried that his developing crush might show through. All that had to be put aside for now. He knew that Bran would want David to be there for him. Taking another deep breath, he found the number and dialed. "Hello," David answered groggily on the third ring. "Uh.....Hi David, this is Brian, Brandon's room mate." "Hey, dude. What's up?" "Well, uh, Brandon started running a high fever tonight. I decided to bring him to Tampa General as a precaution. Better safe than sorry I figured," Brian replied. "What hospital?" asked David. "Tampa General," Brian told him. "Gimme 30 minutes and I'll be there." "OK, David. I'll be in the ER waiting room." "Right. See ya there soon, bud." David hung up the phone and Brian wandered back to the waiting room. He ran over the events of the day. A new room mate, an awkward afternoon, running away like a coward, and now this. What was next? He put his head in his hands and rubbed his temples. Somewhere in all the excitement, the adrenalin rush had worn off and left him with a pounding headache. He regretted leaving Brandon like that earlier. He also knew Laney was right. He had to get back on the horse at some point. Knowing he had a slight crush on Bran, now seemed like that time. Fear crept into his soul like a fog. What if things turned out as bad as the last time? What if Brandon was in love with David? Brian had strict rules against pursuing taken men. It might be a bit old fashioned, but that's how he lived with himself. Right and wrong were very clear issues to him. None of the problems were gonna be solved tonight, so he laid his head back and tried to prepare for David's arrival. His arrival came a little sooner than the 30 minutes he promised. Brian figured he must've driven at lightning speeds to get there so quickly. It was obvious he loved Brandon, and Brian was resolved not to interfere with that. David spotted Brian and headed in his direction. "Hey, man......any word on Bran yet?" David immediately asked. "Not so far. I don't expect to hear anything for a while yet. You know how slow these people are to respond to families and friends," Brian replied. "That's the truth," agreed David. "You wanna join me for a smoke or two while we wait?" Brian nodded in agreement and the two men headed outside. Once there, each of them lit a smoke and inhaled a few drags in silence. David broke the silence by saying "I can't tell ya how much I appreciate you watching out for Bran. I'm lucky he had you tonight. I'm sorry if I was a little stand offish with you earlier. Bran's had it rough the last year and I get over protective sometimes. I know he's gotta learn to fend for himself but I have a hard time not playing papa bear sometimes. We had a falling out when he was in the hospital and I'm always afraid I'll lose it again." Brian cracked a half smile and replied "You were fine, dude. I know what it's like to love someone so much ya can't stop trying to help them. I'm just glad I caught things early and now you two can continue your relationship." The last comment caused David to choke on the drag he'd just taken. After getting his lungs under control, he gave Brian a look of complete confusion. It actually scared Brian a bit. "Exactly what relationship are you talking about Brian?" David asked quickly. "Look, David. I'm not stupid. I can tell you two love each other and I can assure I won't get in the way of that. My main concern is keeping Brandon healthy and safe. I intend to pour myself into those duties," Brian stated authoritatively. "You're right, Brian. I love Bran with all my heart. Like a brother, dude, like a brother. I'm not gay, man," David told Brian. "But.....but," Brian said at a loss for words. "But you are," David continued. "You and Brandon have that in common, my friend." Brian could feel a massive blush coming on. He drew deeply on his cigarette, keeping his eyes to the ground. He'd been off on things before, but this one took the cake. Excitement began to build inside him. Brandon was single! Maybe there was hope after all. He looked at David, his face covered in regret. David began to laugh uproariously. He strolled nearer to Brian, putting his arm around him. "I can't believe you thought I was gay! I thought all homosexuals had perfect gaydar." Brian hung his head once again. He wasn't much of a typical gay guy. David noticed the difference in posture and moved immediately into damage control mode. "Dude, I'm not ragging ya. I think it's damn hilarious! You gotta admit, if ya look at me closely, there's not a gay bone in this body." Brian looked at him more closely and realized David was exactly right. He shook his head and began to genuinely laugh along. After the laughter died down, David decided he was on a roll. "Bran will either kiss me or kill me over what I'm gonna say next," David thought. "You know Brandon likes you a lot." It was Brian's turn to choke, the choke becoming a hearty laugh. "Are you serious? Get real, David. That man is so far outa my league!" "You must be blind then, Brian. Didn't you notice the constant staring? I sure did. I bet after I left he was a stuttering fool. I bet he couldn't put simple sentences together that any human could understand." Brian nodded his head. He couldn't disagree. As a matter of fact, David pretty much hit the bullseye on Brandon's actions this afternoon. David decided to go further. "Brian, Bran is only that nervous around people he really likes, and I don't mean friendship like. In our freshman year, he liked a girl named Erica a whole lot. He followed her around for days, finally deciding to climb a tree so he could watch her more closely. Well, typical of Bran, he chose a branch that was too thin and it snapped, leaving him in a ball at her feet. He jumped up, stuttered about a thousand gibberish words and took off running. Luckily for him, she thought it was all terribly cute and cornered him the next day. After assuring him that this was no trick, he calmed down and they talked. The rest is history. Not a very happy ending, but my point was he acted like a fool around her because he was so nervous. When I saw how he stared at you, I knew it was all starting again." Brian wondered whether this was real or just a good friend trying to play match maker. He loved the Erica story, even if he thought she was a cold hearted cunt. His reaction would have been the same as hers, feeling ultimately flattered. Hope welled up inside him even more. David noticed this and never stopped grinning. He didn't know Brian all that well, but if Bran liked him, that was good enough for him. Brian marveled at the surreal turn of events. He'd been so afraid all these years to bare his soul to anyone. Now he wanted to do just that, and do it to someone he'd met that very day. Life was full of surprises, he supposed. He laughed quietly and looked back at David. "Guess we should go back and see if they can tell us anything. Whatcha think, hon?" David placed his arm back around Brian's shoulder. "I was thinking the same thing." With a wink at this new friend, David moved through the automatic doors and into the ER reception area. Brian followed closely behind him. The two men went up to the desk and inquired about Brandon's condition. A rather curt duty nurse told them to be seated and the doctor would see them shortly. David and Brian moved to the two closest chairs to settle in for what they feared would be a long wait. About a half hour later, a man in blue scrubs approached them. "Are you Brandon's family?" he asked the two men. David started to speak but Brian interrupted quickly. "Yes, we're his family," he informed the doctor. The doctor gave them a doubting look, but eventually shrugged his shoulders and gave them an update on Bran's condition. "Well, things look pretty good all things considered. The fever came from an infection in the stump caused by prosthetic chafing. We were able to make a small incision and drain most of the infection off. We're administering intravenous antibiotics now and will follow up with a regimen of oral antibiotics. You're friend's a lucky man. The fever's broken and he won't have many long or short term issues." "Will he have to do anything differently? Tomorrow's his first day of college and I'd hate to see him miss it if at all possible," Brian worried aloud. The doctor continued. "He should be able to attend classes as usual. The prosthesis will have to remain off for at least three weeks to allow healing. After that, he'll have to visit an orthotics specialist and have the leg re-fitted. It's not uncommon for the stump to change shape slightly after a recent amputation. I doubt it will change much more after this. The stump will have to remain wrapped the whole time. We could arrange for home health to do this daily if necessary." "I can handle that," Brian replied. "I have experience with amputee care and am familiar with things like this." "Very well, then," replied the doctor. "We'll keep him hooked to the IV for another hour or so and then he can return home. We'll write notes excusing his absence from school in case he doesn't feel up to attending. One more thing, though. The incision area must remain dry for another few days. He can wrap it in plastic to shower but I would recommend sponge baths to lessen the chances of infection." A wicked smile came across Brian's face. " Doc, if you think that's best, then sponge baths it will be." His mind was rife with dirty thoughts. David began laughing quietly at Brian then asked the question he felt was most important. "Can we see him Doc?" Brian felt like a putz for not asking that. "Certainly," replied the doctor. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you back to him." Both boys rose at once and followed the good doctor. David couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Brian. "Sponge baths......hmmmmmm." Brian instantly turned violently crimson, but showed off the same wicked smile he had earlier. He was getting to like David more by the minute. The doctor reached a closed curtain and slowly slid it open. Brandon lay on his back, an IV plugged into his left arm. His color was much better than the pale white he was on arrival. He glanced over when the curtain opened and smiled widely when he saw Brian standing there. David decided to step away for a moment and see if nature would take its course between the two men. The doctor nodded his head at Brian and turned to tend to another patient. Brian stepped to Brandon's bedside and stared at him for a moment. "How ya doin, hon?" he asked tentatively. "Much better, thanks," he said. "Much better now that you and those amazing eyes are here," he thought. Even in his weakened state, the butterflies in his stomach flew around at full speed. "You gave us quite a scare there mister," Brian continued. "I guess I am gonna need you after all," Bran said humbly. "Listen, I've been sort of a dick about things with you and me. I apologize. I can't promise I'm gonna be easy, but I'm gonna try and let you help me more. Just tell me how ya want it to go and that's the way it'll be." Brian couldn't believe his ears. Less than 24 hours ago, he figured he was in for the fight of his life. While he wasn't happy that Bran got sick, he was happy that the defiant attitude seemed to have evaporated. He vowed, in his mind, to do whatever it took to keep Brandon healthy from now on. "That's music to my ears, hon. I promise not to be totally unreasonable. I'm not a warden, after all." Both men got a huge laugh out of this. As they became silent again, Brian's cell phone began to vibrate. Looking at the caller ID, he smiled and handed the phone to Brandon. "Hello?" he answered. "Oh thank God you're alive," his mother said breathlessly. "Well, well, the queen of melodrama. How are ya mom?" Brandon kidded. "Sue me for being worried, young man. Since you're giving me grief, I assume everything is OK or rapidly improving." "I'm OK mom. The leg chafing me left a sore that got infected. I thought it was part of the deal so I ignored it. They were able to drain it and say I should be good as new very soon," Bran explained to his mother. "Young man, I expect you to do as Brian tells you. Maybe if you had shared this with him earlier instead of always trying to carry the burden yourself, all this could've been avoided," his mother lectured. "Your father and I have decided to visit this weekend so we can meet Brian and check up on you. So get that apartment neat and clean for your mommy." Brandon groaned and rolled his eyes. "Sure thing, mom." "Well get some rest, son. Call me tomorrow afternoon and let me know how you are. Thank Brian again for us and we'll see ya this weekend. I love you sweetie." "Love you too, mom. Sweet dreams," he replied. His mom hung up the phone and left the two men in silence again. "Looks like we got the folks this weekend," Bran informed Brian. "I better get the apartment ship shape then. Not gonna have your mom thinking I'm a slacker or anything." Brandon laughed aloud, thinking how much alike his mom and Brian thought. She was gonna love him like her own shortly after meeting him. Brandon could feel it. About that time, another figure appeared around the curtain. "OK Madame Drama girl. Get your ass up and end this hopeless ploy for attention," the voice announced. Brandon grinned widely recognizing David's voice right away. "Well, I figured on top of driving me everywhere I pleased, I would add carrying to the deal." David scoffed, "Fat chance, bitch." All three boys got a good laugh at this. "Hey, Brian. Could I have a few moments with Barbara Streisand here?" David asked. "Sure thing. I'll check and see if they have the discharge papers and post treatment orders ready yet." With that, Brian turned and left the two friends alone. "You are one stubborn ass, ya know that?" David stated. "I know, I know, but before ya get your panties all bunched up, I already told Brian that whatever he says goes from now on," Brandon informed him. "Good, it's for the best,"David said. He decided to go for broke. "He's a great guy, Bran. I like him a lot. He'll be really good to you. And whether you realize it or not, he's crushing on you as bad as you are crushing on him." Brandon sat with his mouth wide open. "Me crushing on Brian? You must be high, mother fucker." "Cut the crap, Bran," David said with an irritated edge in his voice. "I've known you longer than anyone and I can read you like a book. You don't think I saw all the staring or that I wouldn't hear about the dumb statements. Reminds of what you were like pursuing a certain girl in high school." Bran cringed at the last statement. He'd made a complete fool of himself in his pursuit of Erica and felt like an even bigger fool for staying with her even though he knew he was gay. With a dejected sigh, he looked at his best friend and said, "Busted again." David smiled. "I already told ya he's a special guy, Bran. Treat him right and I think you might have something there." A smile crept across Brandon's lips. "You really think so?" "Definitely," he replied. "It may take a while to bring him out of his shell. I think he's scared as hell, so be gentle. He'll let ya know what he's ready for and when he's ready for it." Bran grabbed David into a hug, fighting back tears. "I love you, man. I can't imagine going through any of this without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." David hugged his friend back tightly. He loved Bran dearly and would do anything for him, but he had an image to uphold. "C'mon Lady Showtune, we ain't gonna get married and have kiddies now." Bran laughed hard but never released the hug. Only a nurse arriving at the bedside caused him to let go. The nurse removed the IV and placed a piece of gauze over the entry wound. She secured it with a piece of tape to assist in stopping the slight bleed. Brian arrived back and announced that everything was handled and they were free to go. The nurse and Brian helped Brandon to his feet, making sure the crutches were securely beneath his arms. He felt a bit light headed, so he took the first few moments slowly. Nurse Ratchet, as Bran had taken to calling her in his mind, decided that no risks would be taken. Bran was leaving the hospital in a wheel chair, something he was not too pleased about! David announced he was returning to his room to catch a few hours sleep before classes. He said his goodbyes to Bran and Brian, then sped off toward home. Brian took his time making sure Brandon was comfortably seated, then stowed the crutches. Moments later, they were homeward bound as well. The ride home was punctuated by light conversation about nothing important. Brandon did learn that the doctor said he could still attend classes later in the day. He wasn't happy about 3 weeks of one legging it, but wisely decided not to argue the point. By the time they arrived home, it was nearly 4 a.m. Brian had class at 8:30 a.m., so he decided just to stay up until then. Brandon felt sweaty and sticky. He'd been thinking about a nice, hot, relaxing shower before a few hours of sleep. "Think I'll hit the showers before bed," Brandon announced. "I'm afraid not," Brian said grinning slightly. He handed Brandon the post treatment orders he had acquired earlier. "What the fuck? Sponge baths only for 3 days?" Brandon exclaimed. "Fraid so, hon," Brian replied. "Doctor's orders. We don't wanna see that incision get infected again after all this." Bran was furious, furious with complete embarrassment. He regretted putting Brian in charge, but knew better than to go back on his promise. Reluctantly, he said, "Fine, whatever, let's just get this over with." Brian smiled nervously. "You get comfortable and I'll get things ready." He turned and left the room rapidly. Bran sighed and entered his room. He was still wearing only the sleep pants he'd gone to bed in. Lying down on the bed, he removed the sleep pants and covered himself with a thin sheet. Brian came back quickly and went into the bathroom. He filled the tub and sink about half way up with warm water. He laid out soap, a wash cloth, old style shaving cream with a brush and an old fashioned straight razor. He then moved the shower chair to the sink and set a cup on the vanity. He returned to the room to retrieve his very nervous subject. "OK, we're all set," Brian said. "Let's get you up and into the bathroom." He placed his arm around Brandon's waist and helped him up. The sheet fell away revealing Brandon in all his naked glory. Both boys blushed and sensed the massive temperature increase between them. Brian resolved to complete the task at hand and moved Bran quickly to the bathroom. After steadying him on the wall bar, he laid a towel down on the chair and moved Brandon into it. He then turned and removed his shirt and shorts. He figured he was gonna get wet anyway, plus the heat from Brandon was killing him. Brandon turned to see that Brian was now clad only in briefs, black ones at that. They were fairly tight and gave him an excellent outline of the package he was wondering about earlier. He guessed it to be about 4-5 inches long soft. The head was outlined perfectly and appeared to be very large. The ball sac seemed to be about average size. What really surprised him was that Brian's chest and stomach were hairless. Brian noticed Bran checking him out and decided to explain. "I used to be on the diving team. Body hair just got in the way. I don't grow much on my arms and legs, so I kept my torso and other places fully shaved." Brandon swallowed hard at the "other places" reference. "I got used to it so I just maintain it out of habit now," Brian continued. Brandon's cock was starting to chub a bit. While Brian was kinda plain in the eyes of most people, Bran found him stunning. He so badly wanted to reach out and lightly play with the nipples that were just as he imagined them. While he was staring at the slightly puffy nubs, he noticed them begin to harden, like his stare was able to will them awake. Bran's cock seemed to harden as quickly as Brian's nipples were. Brandon's nudity was not wasted on Brian. He checked out every visible part of his body in great detail. He took in the slightly formed pec muscles. He noticed the small pouch of skin along his mid section, assuming that he was once a lot heavier. The nipples were darker than he imagined, but no less luscious. His shoulders were very broad and strong looking. His long neck looked infinitely kissable. Brian longed to run his tongue along it. Snapping out his reverie, he remembered he was there for a purpose. " Lean forward a bit, hon, and I'll wash your hair," he instructed. Brandon immediately got nervous. Brian had no idea that the scalp was one of his erogenous zones. Still worried, he complied with Brian's request. Brian attached a sprayer to the sink nozzle and started wetting the hair. He covered his left hand with a generous dollop of shampoo. Rubbing both hands together to coat them well, he began to massage the soap into Bran's hair and scalp. The tingling in the scalp went directly to his balls again, only this time with much more intensity. Brian was very thorough, making sure Bran's hair and scalp were properly cleansed. By this time, his cock reached maximum extension and was drooling pre cum generously. Brian noticed the effect he was having, and slowed his ministration considerably. He began to run his finger nails ever so slowly over Bran's super sensitive scalp. Major feelings of electricity over took his body and a guttural moan escaped his lips. He was a little embarrassed, but way beyond the point of giving a shit. He had never experienced pleasure this intense before. Brian continued the erotic massage for several more minutes, reveling in the pleasure he was giving his charge. After seeing that Brandon was sufficiently wild with lust, Brian turned the sprayer back on and adjusted the temperature until it was perfect. He lightly pushed Bran's head forward and began to rinse the soap from his head. He made sure to run his fingers back over the already electrified areas under the guise of removing the shampoo. Brandon knew better but was enjoying Brian's touch too much to mention it. Once the hair was rinsed, he cut the water off and slowly toweled it dry. This was just as erotic to Bran as the scalp massage was. His cock didn't slacken one bit and continued to spit pre cum copiously. While Brian ran the towel over his hair from front to back, Bran began staring at the baby smooth chest of his room mate. He was curious how it felt and worked up the courage to ask. "What does it feel like?" he inquired. "What does what feel like?" Brian responded. "The chest...I mean your chest. Does it feel good without hair in the way?" Brian took Brandon's hand and placed it flat against his chest. He guided it slowly over his pecs, then down to his stomach. He led Brandon's hand in circles all over his belly, then pulled upward over his nipples. Every stroke the hand made over his skin helped to wake the semi sleeping monster in his briefs. Brian's cock had hardened to the point that it was straining furiously against his briefs, begging for release. The brush over his nipples sent his whole body to the moon and caused his cock to lurch. Brian closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. He'd forgotten how good it felt to be touched by another human. Bran noticed the change in Brian's demeanor and the large wet spot forming on his now overly tight briefs. Seeing the hard cock trying to break free of its cotton prison turned Bran on all the more. He wanted to reach out and release it, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Brian wanted badly to release his cock and let it cum all down Bran's neck and chest. His nerve was no greater than his roomie's at that moment. Brandon broke the moment by making a statement that filled Brian with anticipation and fear. "Uh....I want you to do this to me. I mean....I want you to shave me like you." Brian sat in stunned silence for a few moments. His mind battled his horny energy briefly, but lost badly in the end. "Uh sure. I guess I can do that but how far do you want me to shave you?" His voice quivered with anticipation as he asked the question. "Make me like you. I'll trust your judgement," Bran stated nervously. Brian cracked a small smile and dipped a dry wash cloth into the warm water. After soaking it well, he wet Bran's body thoroughly from his navel to his sideburns. Once that was completed, he grabbed his bowl of shaving cream and stirred it around with the brush he'd brought along. He had learned to shave with old style cream and a straight razor, his father having it no other way. Removing the brush from the white mixture, he began to run it over Brandon's face and neck, making sure a generous amount was applied. After double checking his work, he pulled the old style razor from its case and wiped it down for good measure. Brandon was quite nervous about the razor, but at the same time he had never been more turned on. He decided to relax and go with the flow. Brian stepped closer and began to run the razor down the side of Bran's face just below his side burns. The scrape of the razor was strangely erotic to Brandon. Every expert swipe served to cause more pre cum to leak from his cock. If he didn't get release soon, he thought he would die. Brian was slightly aware of his victims state, but refused to rush his duties. He wanted to extend his pleasure giving efforts to the max. Brian continued running the razor over Bran's covered face. Each gentle swipe brought more smooth skin clearly into view. Completing the face, he used the wet cloth to remove the few remnants of cream from the hot skin. Admiring his handy work, he ran his hand over the freshly shaved area. Brandon thought he would explode at the touch, but Brian ignored his slight gasp. He turned around and retrieved the shaving cream again. He used the brush to apply another generous layer of cream to Bran's chest, and stomach. Each stroke of the brush lit him up further, especially when it passed over his nipples. They were so hard that Bran was sure they could split diamonds. Satisfied that everything was in order, Brian again grabbed the razor. Shaving the chest area was a bit more awkward. It required Brian to straddle Brandon's leg to reach the correct angle. Once again, tufts of hair began to disappear under Brian's expert touch. Brandon's cock felt harder than it ever had in his short life. His shaft and balls were coated in pre cum and became wetter with every contact of the razor. Brian moved down the lathered chest slowly, ensuring no hair was missed. As he shaved toward Bran's stomach, he had to squat down onto the leg he was straddling. As he went down, his rock hard cock came into direct contact with the fire hot skin. Feelings he'd never felt traveled up through the hard shaft, causing his cock to twitch and leak harder. As his cock twitched, his body began to also and a small moan broke through. Brandon caught the moan and realized that Brian was enjoying this as much as he was. Relief mixed with additional excitement rushed through his body. His enjoyment level crept to heights he hadn't thought possible. Brian continued removing the unwanted hair. Every time he would move lower, he would push his steel hard dick into Bran's burning hot leg. He even chanced rubbing over the hard thigh a few times. This increased the pleasure and pre cum flow for both boys exponentially. After torturing Bran for another 10 agonizing minutes, Brian completed shaving the chest and stomach. Once again, he used the warm wash cloth to remove the last of the cream. And the same as last time, he ran his hands over the newly smooth skin, stopping briefly to tease the rock hard nipples. Brandon took a deep breath and let it out ever so slowly when Brian fingered his nipples. He thought he might pass out from all the pleasure he was feeling. Brian smiled and said, "I think that's enough shaving for tonight. We can finish the rest tomorrow when you've rested a bit. Let's get ya washed up and then tucked in for a nap." Bran was a bit disappointed but looked forward to the rest of Brian's techniques. He scooted the chair with Bran still in it close to the tub. Taking Bran's foot in his hand, he wet it with a fresh cloth. Being a bit of a foot man, Brian admired the handsome appendage. He ran his fingers over the nails, between each toe, and across the length of the sole. The new feelings caused Bran's cock to lurch again, dumping ever more pre cum down his throbbing shaft. Brian wet the leg as well, then applied the cucumber gel to his hands. He massaged into the skin much as he had on the scalp, using his fingertips to scrub and stimulate every cell. Brandon was in heaven, never wanting the feeling to end. Once the soaping process was finished, Brian ran the wet cloth over the whole area, increasing Bran's lust while removing the gel. The leg and foot squeaky clean, Brian turned his attention to the rock hard pole only inches from his hand. He felt a little more nervous, but seeing Bran's enjoyment thus far made him brave. He wet the cloth, leaving it sopping wet. Holding it over the crotch area, he rang it out and let the water soak the area to excess. He squirted some of the gel directly on the stiff member. He noticed that Bran's cock seemed to bounce in tandem with his increased heart rate. For Brandon, the gel was like pouring liquid sex onto his body. His cock lurched and stood straight up off his stomach. A large pearl of pre cum lazily oozed from his piss hole and slowly ran down, mixing with the shower gel. Brian smiled and decided it was now or never. He turned fully toward Brandon, sitting on the side of the tub. He reached his trembling hand out and grasped the hard, pulsing shaft. As soon as contact hit, Brandon threw his head back and moaned loudly. Brian took this as his cue and tightened his grip. Once his firm hold was in place, he slowly slid his hand up to the profusely leaking head. His own cock tingled more and more with tremendous excitement. The front of his black briefs were totally saturated with pre cum, making the cotton translucent. Brandon had almost a full view of the cock he longed to hold. His thoughts were ripped back when Brian's hand made full contact with his flared head. Bran's whole body stiffened, every muscle alive with electricity. Brian moved back down the shaft but came back up faster this time. Brandon moaned often, giving into the total lust he was feeling. Brian continued jacking the ever harder shaft, establishing a faster rhythm. Brandon was loving the feeling and knew he wouldn't last long. When he thought it couldn't get any better, he felt the hand not grasping his cock take gentle hold of his balls. He saw stars and yelled out in pleasure. Brian's own cock broke out of the leg of his briefs and was now drooling a river of pre cum down the hairless thigh. He returned his attention to pleasuring Brandon. While continuing to jack Bran's cock, he moved his fingers below the ball sack and began to massage the skin underneath. He applied pressure and increased the pace he was jacking the leaking pole at. The pressure signaled the end for Brandon. With a loud scream, his balls pulled tight against his body. His cock stood at full attention and went off like a cannon. The first volley easily cleared his shoulder. The next three contained such volume that they split into separate ropes and headed across his chest. Four more volleys were fired. Brian never stopped jacking, trying to milk every last drop he had teased up over the last hour. Once the rocket fire finished, Brandon had covered his chest, stomach and Brian's hand with huge amounts of thick, sticky cum. He was breathing hard, trying to get everything to slow down to normal. His cock was now so sensitive that every stroke brought more pain than pleasure. Brian sensed the change and released the now spent member. It landed on Bran's stomach with a thud and began to rapidly deflate. With his breathing back to a somewhat normal pace, Brandon picked up his head and opened his eyes. The first thing he felt was extreme wetness of his bare foot and ankle. Looking past his thigh, he saw what appeared to be about 6 thick ropes of cum running down his lower leg and across his foot. Brian had come while pleasuring him! He was so turned on that he blew his load without touching himself. Brandon looked at Brian in amazement, but Brian only blushed and averted his gaze. Taking Brian's hand into his own, he finally was able to speak. "That was fucking incredible, babe. I don't think I've ever been that turned on or cum that hard in my life." His voice betrayed the exhaustion that was rapidly setting in. Noticing this, Brian returned to the original task of cleaning his roomie up. He was embarrassed about cumming like that, but decided to let it go for now. Within 15 minutes, Brandon was cleaned and dried. The two worked together to get him up and back into bed. Once in bed, Brian pulled the covers tight over his new lover. Cupping the right side of Bran's face with his hand, Brian said, "Get some sleep now, babe. I should be back by about 11:00 and I will wake you then." He leaned over and planted a kiss on Bran's forehead. Bran smiled and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was sleeping contentedly. Brian arose from his bed and made his way to the kitchen. After setting up a pot of coffee, he enjoyed one of the most satisfying cigarettes he had ever smoked. He lazily smoked until coffee was done, quickly drinking down his first cup. He then entered his bathroom and stripped off the pre cum soaked briefs. He set the shower and stepped under the warm water. As he washed the sexual sweat from his body, he noticed that he was actually happy for the first time in a while. Things may have advanced too quickly, but nobody knew that for sure. He knew he had no regrets and decided to let Brandon make the next move. Finishing his shower, he dried off, then shaved and brushed his teeth. Heading into his closet, he picked out some fresh shorts and a fairly tight t-shirt. He couldn't explain why, but he felt like dressing sexier today. He even decided to forgo briefs to accentuate the feeling. The ensemble was completed by a pair of matching flops selected from the huge assortment Brian owned. Once picked, he threw them by the door to be put on at the last possible moment. Brian spent the rest of his early morning drinking the remainder of the coffee and enjoying a few more smokes. He checked in on Bran a few times, finding him sleeping like the dead each time. About 7:40, he gathered his materials and placed them in his back pack. He grabbed his keys, shoved his feet in the flops and headed out the door. The drive to campus was short, but gave Brian time to think a bit. He had many wonderful thoughts. All too quickly, however, the drive was over and the car sat parked in front of his class room building. As he walked toward his class, nagging doubts began to plague him. What if Brandon doesn't feel as strongly as I do? What if last night was nothing more than sex for him? Have I made a complete ass of myself yet again? TO BE CONTINUED.....