Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2021 05:33:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brian Martinez <bimartinez@yahoo.com>
Subject: the-sex-life-of-brian-3

What follows is a work of fiction, if I just so happen to take real facts
from my life and change every possible detail including my name, their
names, dates, places, activities but keep the sex part the same but with
more orgasms, it would still be fictional. The characters contained within
do not exist, the events as presented in the order presented did not happen
to anyone living or dead. No comment on whether or not I stole ideas from
the future.


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The Sex Life of Brian - Chapter 2: Sophmore Year with Brandon (mm, teen,
high school, mutual mast, oral, anal, threesome)


This chapter takes place within an entire year. We had sex at least 4 times
every month during the school year, but a lot of that is repetitive. While
it feels good to have oral sex the exact same way many times with the same
person, it doesn't make for great stories. If you want to know more about
our second, third, and every time up until we introduced new activities
described in this chapter, just read chapter 2 again but pretend there was
no awkwardness and that we both knew what we were doing and the story will
read about the same.


You're up to speed with my first time with Brandon. Strictly speaking, we
were not each other's first times. He had sex with a girl before me and I
had sex with his nephew (who was only 2 years younger and they called each
other cousins) Clay before him. I was the first boy he ever has sex with
and we were each other's first boyfriends. During our high school years
though we were very firmly in the closet. We didn't tell anyone in our
families we were gay (I mostly favored guys but had some hetero experiences
later on) and bisexual (he ended up mostly favoring women). For now, we had
this secret and made each other feel good.


You might be a young person reading this in 2021 or in later years
wondering why neither of us were out of the closet (anyone 25 or older in
2021 knows what's up). Because this is written in English and I didn't
mention a country, I constantly use inches and Fahrenheit, you probably
guessed this took place in an English-speaking country and you would be
correct we're both from the United States. But this story doesn't take
place in 2021, it took place before 2003, the events of this story were
illegal in many states. Had we had sex in Texas, this entire series would
basically be a confession to a crime we got away with. While homophobic
crime was falling, homophobia was not and it was perfectly acceptable for
teachers to tell us they didn't support gay marriage. It was acceptable for
students to say, "I strongly support sodomy laws and I think gay people
belong in hell" even in the middle of class. Students wouldn't even get so
much as a write-up or a talking to. Being anti-gay was an acceptable
point-of-view. Same-sex couples were not allowed to attend prom at the
couples' rate. My high school actually had a policy that same-sex couples
would not qualify for the couples' rate for prom and school dances because
too many straight people were going with each other. While not as bad as
some of the stories on here that took place in earlier decades, you have to
acknowledge we've come a long way in the last 15+ years.


In the last chapter, I said that the first time with Brandon was
life-changing. That's because I would be dating him for the next seven
years. I even asked him to marry me after we graduated high school (gay
marriage was only legal in Canada and Massachusetts when I proposed).


So we never held hands in public, never kissed in public, and didn't call
each other boyfriend unless we were alone. In my entire 4 years of high
school, I only saw one same-sex kiss in the hallway. Not I didn't know any
gay people or didn't see a lot of gay kissing at non-school functions, but
nobody felt comfortable except that one brave couple. The fact they were
girls helped, I never saw two guys kissing at school.


--Part one: First Intentional Dry Cum during nipple play-- So despite the
fact I had a boyfriend, I just assumed this was a phase and eventually I'd
be having sex with girls and wouldn't need to have sex with Brandon
anymore. During the summer after I had sex with Brandon many times and Clay
once I was hanging out with my (straight) cousin Xavier (he didn't care if
you called him eks-a-vee-er or ha-vee-air) and he was telling me about his
experiences with girls. I found the stories fascinating and he said, "Now
you're probably going to need a condom, but I have mastered the ability not
to cum during sex" (I later found out one of the girls he slept with had an
abortion, so his plan wasn't exactly foolproof). This idea seemed
farfetched, how do you stop that from happening, was it even a voluntary
thing? I thought cumming was like your heartbeat in that it happens without
your mind actually doing it. So I tried myself a few times and it didn't
work. I figured I'd need practice for the day I finally have sex with a
girl.


However, one day shortly after the school year started I decided instead of
taking the bus I biked to school. Brandon said his parents wouldn't be home
until 4 pm and we'd have the house to ourselves a few hours. The message
was subtle to the others that were with us but loud and clear to me. He
wanted to have sex after school. So 6th period ends, we grab our bikes and
head to his house which was far closer to the school than mine was so it
took only 10 minutes. Both cars were gone and his sister living in her dorm
room so we had the house all to ourselves and didn't have to be sneaky
about what we were doing or quiet during sex. We took advantage of this by
stripping our clothes off immediately upon entering the house. We left our
shoes by the back door, took our socks off while walking through the back
living room and kitchen. Stripped our pants and underwear off while in the
front living room and by the time we reached the top of the stairs we were
carrying everything we were wearing except our shoes. He opened the door
and put all of them in the dirty clothes hamper while I set mine in the
corner.


"If we had our own place, I would not wear clothes unless someone was
over," I said, "Jesus when it's over 100° degrees out there
(37°C) you want to be wearing as little clothes as possible.


"Unless it was somebody who didn't care", Brandon replied.


"Yeah, like if we invited another guy over", I said


"Oh am I not good enough for you?", he asked with a pretend offense smile I
didn't pick up.


"No, it's just that we're both young and still exploring. I don't want
either of us to cheat on the other and I figured that could be a way for us
to explore without cheating", I said defensively.


He stretched his arms out shocked I didn't pick up on his sarcasm, "No, I'm
totally in. I want to find out what I like and don't like."


I was relieved, "All right, would you be open to a girl? I love you, but
I'm not sure I'm gay."

He said, "Girls, guys even a foursome would be cool. You already know my
first time was with a girl. You never told me about yours."


The time I had sex with Clay flashed through my eyes, then I imagined us
kissing, there was no way I was hiding my tension well at all, "Um, yeah
well it was with a boy and he goes to a different school." What I said was
technically correct, but it wasn't the whole story. I didn't want to say,
"Yep, he goes to middle school and it was with Clay you know your nephew
you call your cousin" because I felt that would have at best been awkward
and at worst could have made him break up with me.


"Well it sounds like I never met him", my heart skipped a beat, "but that's
not what I wanted to know." He stepped closer to me and put his arms on top
of mine and caressed his fingers from my shoulder to my fingers very
seductively. I then remembered we're both naked and we're supposed to be
having sex right now so he wanted some sexy talk to get him erect. "Tell me
what he looks like." Oh god, no! I'm a terrible liar and if I start
describing his cousin he's going to know. He's going to get mad, break up
with me without having sex. He'll kick me out without giving me back my
clothes and now I'm going to have to ride naked back home, get stopped by
the police, go to jail. Get in huge trouble with my mom and when I think
it's all over, he's going to tell everyone I'm a cocksucker and I'll be
kicked out of my home and be homeless.


If any of that sounded irrational, it was. I told him years later that I
had sex with Clay and it didn't bother him at all, but I'd already been his
boyfriend for years so maybe it did upset him but he decided not to do
anything about it.


I decided to play coy and tell the truth, but not the whole truth. "Well he
was skinny like you, younger than us, you know freshman or 8th grade (it
was between his 7th and 8th grade), black hair, brown eyes, and like you he
was super enthusiastic about sucking me."


He leaned in closer his mouth only inches away, "Did you kiss?"


I replied with a grin, "we did."

He said, "Show me" and I kissed him the same way Clay did me. I even
included some of the awkwardness.

"We weren't naked at first, but we started with a kiss. First, we bumped
noses because we couldn't figure it out", I bumped his nose with mine,
"then we started with a few pecs with our mouths closed." I demonstrated
some closed and barely open-mouthed kissing. "Then we had the idea that we
should use our tongues too, he knew more than he was letting on and he put
his tongue in my mouth first", I then shoved my tongue in his mouth
aggressively like Clay did to me. "I took his shirt off and kissed down his
chest", I demonstrated this, his nipples were too flat to suck so I just
licked them. "He did the same thing to me."

"Well, but I don't want to have milk in my mouth," he said.

"Well somebody didn't pay attention in sex ed, only girls do that, silly,
and most of the time only after they've gotten pregnant," I replied almost
laughing.


"Oh, well no wonder the first girl I had sex with said she felt deprived. I
wasn't her first time and never sucked her nippled for that reason", he
said and then he kissed down my chest and started sucking on my nipple. I
started moaning as he did that. "So how far did you go?"

"Just Oral", I answered. "He went down on me first and I did him next. We
both came in each other's mouths like we do." We were still standing.


"What would happen if you jacked off while I was licking you?" he asked.

"I would cum of course, but I wonder if I would feel any better" I said, he
then grabbed my hand and had me lay down on the bed. He walked around to
the other side and laid down on my left and leaned over and started sucking
my left nipple. I'm right-handed so this worked out perfectly. I started
stroking slowly at first but started picking up speed as Brandon did. He
bit down, "Oh too hard", he released a little and mostly sucked. I grabbed
his head and moved his head over my right nipple and he sucked that too. I
moved his hand to my left so he could caress my left nipple. I kept
stroking until I came, while I was coming I moaned very loudly since I knew
we were alone, through the power of my mind I also braced the pipes in my
crotch so I wouldn't fire as I orgasm and it worked. I only needed to know
I could do it, it wasn't as good as a wet cum but it still felt great and I
recovered a lot quicker.


To this day I have a low bar on sexual satisfaction. I don't need oral or
anal to be happy. If all I ever do with a guy is a kiss, hug, dry hump and
we lick each other's nipples while the other jacks himself off, I'm fine. I
don't know how common this is, but I've been with few guys where this is
all we did I was happy to do it. It's way better than jacking off by
yourself, plus I like kissing feeling a body, licking nipples, and having
mine licked none of which you can do alone.


"You didn't cum", he said.

"I did, it was just dry", I said.

"Did you jack yourself off several times today or what? I've never dry came
my first time in a day", he said.

"No, my cousin was talking about controlling yourself so you don't get a
woman pregnant. I've been practicing but this is the first time I've been
able to do it", I answered.


"Well, you have a front-row seat Brian, so be prepared to get wet", he
replied while beginning to stroke himself, I took the hint and started
licking his nipples. He moaned quietly and started going faster which led
me to go faster, "aaah, this is a little intense", he gently pushed my head
away from his chest and continued stroking himself. I stroked whatever body
part I could and then I had an idea as he was getting closer, I leaned in
and started making out with him. He stroked himself as fast as he could and
started moaning in my mouth and through his nose. He came, getting a little
bit of cum on my side and back, we continued kissing through his orgasm and
didn't stop until about a minute after he did. I laid back down and we held
hands. His nearly-concave stomach was just holding his sperm in a pool on
top of him. I never had this luxury, even at my skinniest cum would start
flowing from the middle of my stomach down one side or the other.


"Wow, as awesome as it is to have you suck me it feels more intimate when
we're kissing during the orgasm." He said. I certainly felt more connected
to him right now than at any time during our previous oral sessions. He
wiped himself with the shirt he put in the hamper and put it back in the
hamper.


"Yeah, this was eye-opening. It felt like a new experience", we kissed
after I said that. We played video games naked for the next hour. We stayed
upstairs so that we'd have advance warning and could put our clothes back
on. When we heard his mom come home we kissed and I said, "well time's up",
I put my clothes back on while he grabbed new clothes from his closet. When
we finished dressing we kissed again and I said, "I had a really good time,
I love you" I saw a look of fear in his eyes, "as a friend?"


"I love you too... as a friend" he replied, we kissed for a minute, and we
walked down the stairs barefoot. I put my socks on in the kitchen while his
mother was getting dinner ready.


"Hello, Mrs. Falls, I was just leaving", I said.  "It's okay Brian, you're
not doing anything wrong. I figured you kids would do afterschool visits
after spending so much time together this summer", she said.


Over our sophomore year, we had many sexual encounters with each other. We
became masters of quiet sex because whether at his house or mine, there was
usually someone else in the house with us.


--Part Three: Our first anal--


After high school, anal sex was a staple in our relationship and we already
mastered our dynamics. I was a bottom (and would continue to be until I was
around 25 years old) and he was a top. I was the first to try fucking him
and he didn't like it, I could barely even get my pinkie in before he was
in immense pain. He then claimed to have bowel issues and said he was,
"plugged up." I guess he wanted to avoid telling me he didn't enjoy taking
it. Trouble was, at first neither did I. In the entire time we were in high
school we had anal sex a total of four times and three of those times were
on his birthday. For simplicity, I'll just merge all four instances into
one since the first time was a learning process, and each subsequent time
after that it was basically like the second.


It one of the chilly months and it was the weekend after Brandon's birthday
which was after the first of the calendar year. This was over five years
before the song, but Birthday sex was a rule so widely known that even
teenagers were aware of it. Birthday sex is, "Obligation-free sex which
happens on or around someone's birthday. Usually initiated by the birthday
boy/girl's partner, and involving a mix of acts which more favor the
birthday boy/girl's preferences.


The usual rules of reciprocation and mutual pleasure are temporarily
suspended, and the birthday girl/boy is considered free to cum whenever and
wherever the fuck they please."

Basically, during this session, all pleasure was allowed to be his. He was
under no obligation to get me off if I happen to cum from mutually
pleasurable activity, that was allowed. But today Brandon is the star and
gets what he wants. "I want to put my thing in your butt", he
said. Saturday morning, he rode up the hill to my apartment. My mom and her
husband were out and about so we could hump without worrying about being
caught, plus the stairs leading up to the apartment were metal and concrete
and were noisy as hell. Even a small child or medium-sized dog would cause
banging noises when they went up and down them so we'd have plenty of
warning.


The rules of consent still applied. I had the choice and opportunity to
back out at any time, but I felt it would have violated the spirit, but not
the letter of the birthday sex concept so I agreed to do it. The first time
we did it, he went in dry and it was painful for both of us. He came inside
my butt but didn't enjoy it very much until after he came. With his jizz
acting as a lubricant he kept humping me and he said it felt better after
he came. After he pulled out he kissed me, we were hungry so we put our
clothes back on and went out to get some pizza.


Towards the end of the year coming up on final exams we were both
tense. Our school gave us the Monday before off so I slept over at his
house Sunday night. We were on his bed barefoot, his parents were out and
about so I had no idea why we weren't naked. I was watching him play a
skater video game enjoying seeing him release some steam when I realized we
were alone and could have sex. The stress of final exams was a lot for both
of us and I realized I didn't give him proper birthday sex. Our first time
we didn't know about lube, but since then I researched it on the internet
via Usenet groups. These were similar to social media sites like Facebook
and Twitter, except people would always go by usernames instead of their
real names, and there usually wasn't much sharing of people's personal
lives or their pictures, think more like today's Reddit or 4chan. I asked
why anal sex was so painful and I got a lot of snarky remarks about how I
was too stupid to be allowed to buy lube.


Lucky for me, someone on the forum was actually helpful and said I should
use a water-based lube alongside latex condoms which are the most common
type of condom. He also said that if I have a steady boyfriend/girlfriend I
could use lotion or oil-based lubricants as well. So I got up and found
some baby lotion near his bed he sometimes used when his skin was dry (we
lived in a dry place). "You know earlier this year I didn't give you a
proper present, but with this, I think you'll be able to unwrap it a little
easier." He lunged at me with the game still going in the background
causing his character to die.


We made out hard, I could see he still had a lot of tension and needed some
release immediately. Our mouths were pressed so hard against each other we
were basically pinching our skin with our teeth as we kissed. We broke the
kiss and started stripping immediately. I got down on all fours and put
some lotion on my butt, crack, and used a finger to get a little in the
hole. He took the bottle and squirted some on his dick. He entered me, but
it was still painful. This was far less than before because I didn't feel
any friction of his dick and my butthole, but now he was stretching me
which was pretty painful. Wanting to make up for my failure earlier this
year I played through the pain, he was moaning without worry since his
parents were not home at the time. I was slowly crying, this hurt like a
rapid-fire Indian burn, instead of moaning from pleasure like him, I was
moaning in pain. A few moments later he came inside me, I moved forward to
take him out and it felt very pleasurable to do so. It wasn't just that the
pain was over, the head of his dick leaving me and tickling the side of my
anus as his dick exited was very pleasurable.


He was out of breath and I recovered quickly since I didn't orgasm. "That
was the best thing I ever felt in my life, it was as equally good as that
time I fucked a girl in her vagina." I turned around to face him so we
could kiss. After about 20 seconds we pulled apart and I looked down at his
dick and saw a little poo on it.


"We should probably clean you up", I said. He looked down and saw it too.


"Yes, we should" and he grabbed some fresh clothes and I grabbed mine and
we walked through the hallway naked to the bathroom. We set our clothes
down and got into the shower. He turned on the shower and hopped in rising
his dick off immediately. I hopped in after with him closer to the
showerhead and we kissed with a quick peck on the lips. He soaped and
washed his body and then we hugged and kissed. During this hug, we rotated
so I was closer to the showerhead and then I washed my body even though I
was going to bike home and get my clothes soaking wet from sweat, I just
wanted the naked intimacy with my boyfriend. I then had an idea, I soaped
up my front and his front and we rubbed our bodies together, it felt very
pleasurable. "Wow, this feels really good", I moaned, "we should do this
again before we cum."


"Yeah, being slippery makes it feel better", he moaned too.


"It's a shame you can't swim, you have a pool in the back. The few times
we've been alone we never skinny-dipped", I said looking out the bathroom
window at the pool.


"Well that's not the only problem, there are the neighbors so we could only
do that at night and we've never been alone here after dark."


"It's always something", we rinsed off and I turned off the faucet. I got
out first and opened the bathroom door slowly. "Okay nobody's here still",
I toweled off. Brandon got soap in his eyes so he was drying out his eyes
with the towel in his hands. While he did that I dried the rest of his body
and we finished around the same time. We grabbed our clothes and walked
naked back to his room. When his parents arrived, we put our clothes back
on and played video games. At around midnight we fell asleep with me on the
floor, him on his bed. I wished him luck with his exams and he did the same
to me and we kissed, I grabbed my socks and we walked barefoot down the
stairs and I put my socks on in the living room as usual.


We both passed our classes and now came the next chapter of our lives: the
summer between sophomore and junior year. We had anal sex two more times
once on his birthday during Junior year and his birthday during senior
year. Our third and fourth times were slightly better than the second time,
which again makes for a great orgasm but gets repetitive to read.


--End-- I hate to speculate now, but I imagine the next chapter will be an
amalgamation of the rest of our high school years, let's just say it gets a
little wilder from here. Not a lot, just a tad. I'm not talking 20-man
orgies in the living room, public sex at school or BDSM or anything like
that. But we were a little more adventurous from here on out.


Did I get you off? Let me know at bimartinez@yahoo.com and let me know
where you are on the gay spectrum. 1-10 to make it simple, the Kinsey scale
is not intuitive.


1 Very Straight
2-4 Mostly straight
5 True Bisexual
6-9 Mostly Gay
10 Very Gay