All Grown Up

I was shocked when I saw Ron and Jamie’s son Brandon after we got back to their place from the airport.

“Hey there Tino,” he said as he approached me. He held out his fist for a bump, then seemed to notice my confusion. “You doin ok?”

“Yeah…” I said as I awkwardly bumped him back, my eyes still roaming over his face to make the connection. “Brandon? Holy shi…crap, you’re an adult.”

“You can swear around him,” Jamie said, hoisting my bags onto their living room couch. “Lord knows he does it enough around us.”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Brandon said.

“Hey!” Ron said in his best Dad-voice.

“I haven’t seen you since…I don’t even know,” I said, shaking my head at the kid. Probably he’d been twelve then. I think I’d even babysat him on that trip. He’d been gangly and awkward, but still cute and smart - he’d always been that - but any traces of adolescence were gone now. “Been eating your Wheaties, eh?”

“Guess so,” he said, probably not even getting the outdated reference. “Want me to help you take those upstairs?” he said, motioning to the two bags in my hand. I handed him one and followed him upstairs to where I’d be staying for the next week. It was impossible not to take notice of the firm and muscular butt in his basketball shorts, flexing as he ascended the stairs.

Ron and Jamie were my old college friends, and even though they lived across the country we still got together when we could. This week I had a conference in the city and they’d been nice enough to put me up.

“Any others?” Brandon said after he’d plopped my bag on the bed. I was still a little speechless, because Brandon had grown up hot. He had black hair that fell over his eyes, and his jaw was square and stubbly. But his body was the thing that really threw me for a loop. In his cut-off shirt you could see just how much he’d bulked up; it was a real athlete’s body.

“Nope that’s it,” I said.

“Cool,” he said, and stood there for a moment, like he wanted to talk more.

“So what’s new? You look like you’ve been playing sports?”

“Just baseball,” Brandon said, standing back on his heels and running his hands down his thighs. “Some track. And I do play tennis a lot. And lift weights, I guess,” he said, with a chuckle.

“Been looking at colleges?” I said.

“Yeah, I think I might end up at Bucknell if I get accepted. But my girlfriend is going to Temple so I don’t know, I might apply there too.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” I said. I’d expected him to smile or even blush but he looked at me dead-on.

 “Yeah,” he said. “She’s hot.” And somehow that made me blush. It was his directness, I guess. I realized he’d inherited the confidence of his father.

“Well…good,” I said.

“What about you, Tino? Any sexy guys in your life?” Brandon said, almost like he was trying to make me blush harder.

“Nah, I’m too busy to date,” I said.

“That’s too bad,” Brandon said. “You look like you’ve been hitting the gym yourself.”

“Here and there,” I said.

“Maybe we can work out together while you’re here,” he said. I heard his parents coming up the stairs. “Dad’s got a gym down in the basement.”

“That’d be great,” I said, my heart racing at the thought of it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, I thought, then pushed the thought out of mind, dangerous as it was.

I’ve never had a thing for younger guys. In fact, I’d always gravitated toward men older than me. At eighteen, Brandon was sure pushing the limits.

But I couldn’t get it out of my mind that whole night, the confidence he’d displayed, the flirty-ness. Ron grilled and I helped Jamie roast some vegetables. We ate on their back deck as the golden evening summer sunlight waned, sipping cold beers, Brandon in that cut-off shirt that showed his bulging biceps and fetching armpit hair every time he raised his arms above his head.

The next two days were largely ate up by work. I was presenting so I spent the evenings working on that. Brandon wasn’t around much, Ron said he was spending a lot of time at his girlfriend’s.

On Wednesday I gave my presentation and got done early. I’d wanted to walk around the city but it was pouring down rain so I just headed back to Ron’s, intent on taking a nap and maybe getting out later that evening.

I crashed easily and when I woke up the rain was coming down harder than ever. I went downstairs to get a snack and at first I thought I was alone in the house, but I passed by Brandon’s bedroom and the door was cracked. I could hear him in there, listening to music.

I ate a banana and when I came back upstairs Brandon’s door was wide open and he was standing next to his bed, folding laundry, and wearing just a pair of tight boxer-briefs.

“Hey Tino,” Brandon said. “Want to lift in a bit?”

“I, uh…” I said, still groggy from the nap but also thrown by the site of this young Greek god, his mostly-nude body all tan and smooth, his impressive package right there and that insane ass perching out as he leaned down to grab a crumpled-up shirt from the bed.

“Sure,” I finally said. Brandon smirked at me. He’d seen me gawking. But I think he’d invited it.

“Cool,” he said. “Conference going alright?”

“Yeah,” I said, still unable to keep glancing at his hefty package and flexing bubble-butt. “It’s almost done.” Brandon followed my eyes, but it only seemed to embolden him.

“Ron and Jamie won’t be back for another couple hours so we can work out in peace,” he said, he pecs flexing as he folded a shirt. He tossed it on the bed then stopped and looked at me. “You alright Tino? You seem a little off.”

“Nah, just groggy from my nap,” I said.

Brandon nodded. He looked at me, hard. “You know, it’s okay if you want to look at me,” he said quietly. He turned toward me so his body was fully on display. It looked as though his package was swelling.

“What do you mean?” I said, heart pounding in my ears.

“Me and my friends, we know this older guy from the gym. He helps us out if we let him look at us, you know? He has a gym in his house and he pays us if we work out naked,” he said, his cock growing in his boxer-briefs. “Sometimes we even let him do other stuff,’ he said.

I was fully in fight-or-flight mode. “You guys shouldn’t do that,” I said, lamely. Brandon narrowed his eyes at me.

“C’mon, Tino. I can tell you want to see me naked just like he does,” Brandon said, and hooked his thumbs in his underwear. He pulled them down, just enough to reveal his trimmed crotch mound. “I’m not shy.”

“Clearly,” I said, and he laughed. That broke the tension a little.

“You won’t tell my parents right?”

“No,” I said. His cock, still in his boxers, was fully hard now. He flexed it, made it jump. The sexual charge between us was undeniable.

“Shut the door,” he said, and I did. I could see his smooth chest pulsating with quick breaths as I approached him.

“I don’t kiss or anything,” he said.

“That’s okay,” I said. “Can I touch you?” He nodded. I ran my fingers down his chest and along his tight stomach, the faintest trail of hair that led into his shorts. I hooked a finger into the shorts and pulled them away from his body, gazing inside to where his young, hard cock stood out from his body.

“I want to suck you,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice catching on the word. He swallowed nervously.

“Does your gym buddy do that?” I said, snapping his waistband shut again and running my fingers back up him to his puffy nipples. I traced one with my fingertip and it hardened.

“Yeah,” he said.

“He pays you for it?” I said.

“Fifty bucks,” Brandon said, smiling impishly. I took hold of his cock through his shorts and he let out his breath.

 “Does he suck you and your friends at the same time?”

“No,” Brandon said. “The other guys, well most of them just get naked. Only me and my buddy Darrin let him suck us.”

“Together?” I said, running my other fingers up his chest to his neck, where I traced his pulsing aorta.

“Once, yeah,” he said.

Adrenaline and lust were coursing through me. You shouldn’t be doing this, I kept thinking. But it was already set in motion and I figured I should make it quick before we risked getting caught.

So I knelt down and pulled his underwear down till his cock popped out. He lifted his feet one by one and I tossed the briefs aside. His cock had a stream of precum running down from the tip and I licked it off. He shuddered.

“I cum quick,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.

“I’m just letting you know,” he said, looking down at me. “If you want to make it last, you have to be kind of careful.”

I smiled, charmed by how he was saying what he wanted without actually saying it. I kissed the tip of his cock. He shuddered again. He was like a live wire; every touch seemed to course through him like a current.

I started to slowly lick - laps of his shaft, then tonguing his full, shaved balls. I got my tongue underneath them and he really started to breath heavily.

“You okay?” I said.

“Yeah. That feels good.”

“Does your buddy eat your ass?” I said. He just shook his head: no. “Turn around,” I said, and after a moment, he did.

His butt was incredible, firm as a peach. I gave it a kiss then ran my tongue down his deep crack. “Oh my god,” he whispered as I began to tongue deeper. He bent forward, allowing his cheeks to part. His pink hole was ringed with hair. I flicked my tongue against it and the sound that came out of his mouth was high-pitched and strangled. “Holy fuck,” he said.

“Too much?” I said.

“A little bit,” he said, so I backed off. I turned him around again. Pre-cum was really pouring out of his cock tip now, I gathered up as much as I could on my tongue.

I started to suck him steadily, pressing my tongue hard against the underside and keeping my lips tight as I bobbed my head. Every pass on his cock made him gyrate and moan. In a few moments he was doubled over, his tight midsection curling inward as his breath caught.

“Oh my god,” he kept saying under his breath. I tried to hold off, but the hotness of the situation (and maybe the fear that his parents would come back) kept me going, and soon he was passing the point of no return.

“Gonna cum, oh fuck Uncle Tino,” he said and that “uncle” just about killed me. I took hold of his balls, cradling the hairless sack in my palm as they retracted into his body and prepared to issue his seed. He gently took hold of the back of my head and pumped his hips in my mouth as he started to shoot. “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he said, his voice all sweet gratitude as he filled my mouth with hot cum.

Of course I swallowed every drop, and it was maybe more than I’d ever swallowed before.

“Oh my god, holy shit,” he said as he started to come down from it. I gave his softening cock one final slurp and looked up at him as I wiped my mouth. He was panting but he smiled down at me. “That was so good,” he said.

“I’m glad,” I said as I stood. My hard cock was tenting out my pants. Brandon grabbed it.

“Do you want me to jack you off?” he said.

“Nah,” I said. “We should probably, like, cut our losses. Before we get caught.”

“Okay,” he said. And the disappointment in his voice made me rethink things.

“Well, maybe later we can swing it,” I said.

“We can wait till they go to sleep,” he said.

“Maybe,” I said. “You still want to lift?”

He did, and we did, and when his parents came home I did my best to keep the guilt at bay, which wasn’t as hard as I thought with Brandon winking at me whenever he got the chance, clearly ready for the next round.