Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2001 01:36:38 EST
From: MikeBranson@aol.com
Subject: Happiest Place On Earth - Part 4

DISCLAIMER: It didn't happen, none of it's true, I
made it all up...and O.J. is innocent.

HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH - Part 4
Mike Branson c 2001

There is a scene in MAGNOLIA where frogs fall from the
sky in a torrential downpour and the immediate
reaction of many an unsuspecting moviegoer is, WHAT
THE FUCK?!, because most of what happens in the first
two and a half hours of that movie is believable,
plausible, or (at the very least) within the realm of
possibility.  That said, this is the part of MY story
where I have to remind myself: IT REALLY DID HAPPEN.

Uncle Brad opened the door to the hotel room and I
half expected the CANDID CAMERA crew to jump out and
greet us.  I was nervous as shit but I didn't want to
give myself away.  Act cool, Ben.  Relax and breathe.
Inhale.  Hold it.  Exhale.

The room was too Disney.  Bright colors, happy
wallpaper and too much goddamned sunshine.  I imagined
Uncle Remus in the room next door with a bluebird on
his shoulder.  Or the Beast boning Belle across the
hall.  Stop it, Ben.  RELAX ALREADY!

Uncle Brad walked across the room to shut the drapes.
There was one bed, about queen-size, and a table with
two chairs in the corner.  I sat in one of the chairs
and wondered how much this little slice of Walt's
kingdom set Brad back.  Was I worth it?  Would I be
worth it?  My palms were sweaty.

Uncle Brad sat in the chair opposite me and laid his
arms down across the table, palms up.  I reached down
and placed my hands in his.  At twenty-two, his hands
were already massive compared to mine.  (And you know
where that train of thought led me!  Yikes!)

"Hey, Brat" he said softly.  I looked up from our
hands to meet his gaze.  Those eyes.  Those gentle
brown bedroom eyes.  Looking at me.  At long last.

"Hey, Brad" I whispered.  I could actually feel my
heart beating through my chest.  (Do NOT have a
fuckin' coronary, Ben.  Definitely NOT kewl.)

"I'm going to ask you something and I need you to
think about your answer before you tell me, okay?
Will you do that for me?"

"Of course, Brad."  I never took my eyes from his.  As
if I could.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

(What the hell kind of a question was THAT?  Trust?
Uh..."I'll take NON-ISSUES for $200.00, Alex")

I waited for what I thought was an appropriate amount
of time before I answered, "Of course I do."  I smiled
at him.  "How could you even ask me that?"

"Look, Benji" he started, with an intimacy I'd never
heard from Brad.  (Was he gonna cry?)  "I just want
you to know that, no matter what may or may not
happen, today or any other day, I will always, ALWAYS
love you."  He squeezed my hands in his.  "And, no
matter what, I will never, EVER leave you."  (Oh shit,
was I gonna cry?)  "And even though you trust ME," he
continued, "I need you to trust THAT."

(WOW!!!  How moving can you get?  It was like one of
those Hallmark commercials where you feel the lump
rising in the back of your throat.  And, sweet as it
was, all the while I'm thinking, Enough of this
sentimental bullshit.  Take me, Brad.  Fuckin' TAKE ME
ALREADY!!!)

I didn't know how to respond.  Or, even, that I had to
respond.  Looking back, I sometimes think of the
things were not said.  The risks that were not
addressed.  The dialogue that did not take place.
Still, in the clarity of hindsight, I can honestly say
that I would not have changed a single thing.

What happened next was my idea.  Taking the
initiative, I recounted in vivid detail one of my
favorite long-standing fantasies involving Uncle Brad.
By the time I'd reached the point of the story where I
usually shoot my first load, I knew he and I were on
the same page.  Storyboard in place, I excused myself
from the table and left the room.

I had ten minutes to kill.

When I returned, the room was still.  In the darkness,
there were no longer visible hints of Disney.  In
fact, when the door closed behind me, I was no longer
in the hotel room.  Instead, I was in Uncle Brad's
frathouse at USC.  Upstairs, in his bedroom.  Where,
just around the corner, I knew I would find him
sprawled out across the bed, naked as the day he was
born, sleeping off a killer hangover from last night's
keg party.  So close.  Almost there.  Look up, Ben.
Look up.  Look...

He was lying on his stomach with his bare feet hanging
over the edge of the bed.  I made myself focus on his
feet.  Size twelve?  Thirteen?  (Breathe.)  I had
caught a quick glimpse of his ass but made myself look
away.  It was just too much, too soon.  I was dizzy,
light-headed.  I had to sit down.  Now.  Right now.  I
sat on the floor at the end of the bed where my view
was somewhat obstructed, but not really.  Just over my
shoulder, right behind me, my fuckin' fantasy was
waiting for me.  All I had to do was make the first
move.  But how?  (Breathe.)

I turned my head, slowly.  His left foot was not three
inches from my face.  Suppressing my immediate urge to
tickle it, I did the next best thing.  I leaned over
and licked it.  Lightly, very lightly.  I ran my
tongue up and down the arch of the sole, savoring my
first taste of the man I craved.  I moved to the right
foot and licked it, as well.  Weren't there some
people who really got off on feet?  I had never
understood that, the whole fetish thing.  Not until
this very moment.  Because whether it was the licking
of his feet or the sucking of his toes which came
next, my boydick was suddenly harder than it had ever
been in its entire young life.  I unlaced my shoes,
kicked them off, and undid my Calvins.  Slipping out
of them, it was hard to ignore the size or pain of my
boner.  GODDAMN!  Where did that thing come from?!

After the toe-sucking event-a major turn-on, by the
way-I waited to see if Uncle Brad stirred at all.
Nothing.  Not as much as a sigh.  I had to remind
myself it was because of the alcoholic consumption
from the night before.  (Yeah...whatever!)

I got on my knees and positioned myself between Uncle
Brad's outstretched legs.  (At this point, I had yet
to touch my dick.  Just one look and I was ready to
erupt.  I had to be careful.  So very careful.)
Slowly, I brought my eyes up to focus on Brad's
calves.  Carved like a fuckin' sculpture.  I ran my
hands over the muscles of each, wishing I could put my
prick on pause.  Just the feel of the hair on Brad's
legs made me leak.  The pool of precum formed at the
tip of my tool was enough to swim in.  Cautiously, I
reached down with my left hand and applied one
slooooow squeeze at the base of my boyhood.  (DO NOT
CUM, BEN!)  With my right hand in place, I allowed the
overflow of precum to spill into my palm.  Once there,
I rubbed my hands together to moisten them with my
gel.  Next, I ran my wet hands up and down Brad's
calves again, applying my precum like moisturizer.  It
was fuckin' UNBELIEVABLE!!!

As I made my way up the length of Brad's legs, I
situated myself on the edge of the bed.  I lifted my
shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.  I
removed my socks and tossed them on the pile.  There
was no escaping that God-given ass now, but I knew
that my downfall was imminent.  I massaged his legs
like a masseur might, gently but firm.  Uncle Brad was
going to make one fine fuckin' cop.  I imagined him in
uniform.  These legs, filling out a pair of police
pants.  There'd be no disguising the definition.  And
didn't some officers wear shorts?  Just the thought
made me fuckin' quiver.  Move on, Ben.  You know you
want it...

The perfect ass.  I kid you not, it was THE MOST
PERFECT ASS IN THE WHOLE GODDAMNED WORLD!!!  Hard,
round, tight.  Like two beautiful scoops of ice cream,
bronzed for preservation.  As soon as I'd place one
palm on each asscheek, I was a fuckin' goner.  With
applied pressure, I slowly separated the gorgeous
mounds of flesh to expose what lie beneath.  I knew
what I was going to do before I did it.  (I'd only had
how many years of longing to imagine this moment?)
Without hesitation or forethought, I brought my head
down to that magnificent ass and I buried my face with
a fuckin' vengeance into the depths of that glorious
cavern.  I lapped at that tight little hole buried
down deep in between those chiseled buns of steel as
if it were my last fuckin' meal.  No sooner had my
tongue made contact then I heard Uncle Brad let out a
responsive moan.  (It hadn't occurred to me that this
was a new sensation to him, as well.)  Taking my cue,
I made a nosedive into that puckered tightness.  I
fought the bitch, too-plunging my tongue in as far as
I could get.  I savored the scent, the taste, the
sensation.  It was beyond overwhelming.  I was in
hole-heaven...and I could hear the angels singin'!!!
Give it up, Brad-you fuckin' Adonis.  LET ME IN!!!
Sensing my need, Uncle Brad lifted his ass for easier
access.

Suddenly, I had less than no time to act.  Coming up
for air, I made a move like a fuckin' acrobat and I
placed my pulsating dick in the warmth of the wetness
I had created.  Situating my cock to rest between
those masculine asscheeks, I lowered my weight down
and thrust forward for the explosion.  Uncle Brad
clenched his ass tightly, knowingly, and I fuckin'
screamed in ecstasy, "BBBBBRRRRRAAAAADDDDD!!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK
MMMMMEEEEE!!!!!  SSSSSHHHHHIIIIITTTTT
DDDDDUUUUUDDDDDEEEEE!!!!!  YYYYYEEEEESSSSS!!!!!"  My
boydick gushed, again and again, over and fuckin'
over, creating puddle upon puddle of boycum at the
base of Uncle Brad's back.  I was a goddamned geyser
with no end in sight.

But, after what seemed like an eternity, it did end.
And I was beyond spent.  I was wrecked, and in a state
of fuckin' bliss.  I lowered my body down upon Uncle
Brad's and he slowly lowered his weight back down upon
the bed.  I had never cum like that before in my life.
Ever.  It was almost frightening.

"I want to taste it," Brad spoke softly.

I wasn't thinking clearly.  "What?" I asked hoarsely.

He lifted his head.  "I want to taste your cum."

His words made my dick stir.  Again.

I raised myself up off of Uncle Brad and made a motion
to gather some of the goo in my hand.  "No!" he said
forcefully.  "Not like that."  I leaned down to meet
his eyes.  "Lick it up, Brat.  Lick it up and give it
to me."

WAS THIS MAN FOR REAL?!  HOW FUCKIN' HOT IS THAT???  I
rolled to the side and brought my mouth down to the
base of Uncle Brad's back.  I'd made quite a mess of
things.  I brought my tongue down and lapped from the
pool of cum.  It was still wet and warm, bitter.  I
repeated the motion until my mouth was drenched.
Could this get any better?  Oh, hell yeah...I knew
what was coming.

I rolled over on my back, exposed.   Brad rolled over
on his side, facing me, and placed his arm across my
stomach.  He drew me closer to him.  I could feel the
hair of his chest against my side.  My dick was
hardening.  Un-fuckin-believable!!!  I looked up at
him and saw him for what seemed like the first time in
my life.  He was the most beautiful man I'd ever laid
eyes on.

With the pressure of his cock now up against my leg, a
million thoughts came at me from every direction.  I
am lying on a bed with the man I have loved for as
long as I can remember.  In a minute, he will bring
his mouth to mine and kiss me, sealing our fate.  It
will be the kiss I remember always.  The first kiss.
The kiss that...

I closed my eyes as the softness of his lips met mine.
I felt his breath against my face.  His tongue,
lightly circling my cum-drenched mouth.  Licking my
flavor.  Tasting my love.  His tongue, meeting mine.
Dancing.  Darting in and out of my mouth, teasing me.
I reached my hand around to the back of his head,
running my fingers up through the forest of thick
brown hair, bringing his mouth down upon mine
forcefully.  Kiss me, Uncle Brad.  Officer Brad.  You
studfucker.

Brad let out a whimper.  I could feel the enormity of
his pulsating prick fucking my leg.  I removed my hand
from the back of his head and reached down to grasp
his weapon.  Our mouths still one, I tried to get a
hold around the thickness of his cock.  My effort was
in vain.  He was too big.  I decided to roll over on
top of him with my dick pressed up against his for
friction.  Our lips never parted.  He was kissing me
hard, harder, still harder.  With the weight of my
body on his, I ran my right hand through the brush of
hair that covered his chest and torso.  I made my way
to his right nipple and squeezed it delicately.  Brad
whimpered again.

With his cock fighting the good fight, I knew it was
only a matter of time.  I wanted to go the distance.
Beyond the distance.  I wanted him to know what I had
experienced.  To feel that degree of pleasure.  I
wanted...

In one swift motion, I lifted myself off of Uncle Brad
and moved down the length of his body, bringing my
face to that wonderful piece of manmeat.  He never
knew what was happening.  Before he had a chance to
think, I wrapped my lips around that beautiful work of
art and sucked for all I was worth.  I couldn't go
down very far, but I made up for it in effort.  I made
mouth-love to his penis as if it were something I had
done all my life.  I sucked on the head and ran my
tongue over his piss-slit, tasting his sweetness.  I
rolled my tongue around and around the beautiful head
of that finely cut masterpiece and then went back
down, taking it a little further than I had only
seconds before.

"OH, NOOOOO!!!  BENJI...STOP!!!!!  I'M GONNA..."

I gave it everything I had.  I took that fuckin' beast
as far back as I could, just this side of choking on
it.

"BENJI, BENJI, BEN!!!  OOOOOHHHHHGGGGGOOOOODDDDD!!!!!"

Uncle Brad grabbed my head and thrust forward.  I
could feel his cock go down my throat, through my
chest and into my stomach.  It hurt like a
motherfucker.  Suddenly I was drowning in the warmth
of cum being shot at me like water from a fire hose.
Gush after salty gush of Uncle Brad's elixir made its
way to the back of my throat, lubricating the pain of
his assault.  It was all I could do to swallow,
breathe, swallow, breathe.  I gasped.  Sucked in what
air I could.  Still more cum being pumped into me.
And more.

I love you, Uncle Brad.  I love you.  I FUCKIN' LOVE
YOU, DUDE!!!

Everything went black...


End of fourth installment. Comments welcome at
mikebranson@aol.com.  For the men I have met, and the
friends I have made--thank you.  You are too awesome!