Chapter 7
Spring Break, Clarkson University
Hayes
One year ago
I parked my truck in front of Brady’s place and honked the horn to announce my arrival before hopping out to help him with his suitcase – or more likely suitcases.
“Who is it?” he sang from behind the door. He knew exactly who it was.
“It’s your boyfriend,” I shouted. The year before I would never have been comfortable announcing that on a busy street in middle of town, but Brady had taught me to be proud of who I was and care a little less about what anyone thought.
The door swung open and Brady threw his arm over his head, resting it on the door jamb as he stretched his neck back dramatically.
“Brady! You’re completely naked!” I looked around to see who might be watching. I had grown less self-conscious, but it was the middle of a spring afternoon, and the street was crowded.
“Not completely,” he said, making no attempt to avoid anyone who might be passing by. He moved his hand from his thigh to the waistband of the cutest, silliest pair of lime green underwear with holes cut out of the sides and blue piping that outlined his dick. Where did he find the stuff he wore?
The cold air made his dark, round nipples stick out against his flat, supple chest. I noticed goose pimples across his thin arms that were always tanned to golden tones. He turned around and stuck out his ass, where royal blue letters spelled out “Bon Appetit.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, and pretended to bite him on the neck. I gently pushed him inside, and down the hall to his room. I knew this game, and I loved playing it. I mostly dated girls and had been with a few guys, but none of it was like being with Brady.
“Doctor, don’t we have to get on the road?
” Brady tilted his head down and looked up at me through the top of his pretty hazel eyes with long golden lashes that fluttered like the petals of a delicate but strong flower.
We stood next to his bed facing each other.
I liked to get as close as I could without actually touching, feeling his breath on me, letting the air from my mouth reach the bottom of his ear, his chin, his still erect nipples.
He put his hands on my chest, and I gently placed them back at his side.
I felt closer to him with the millimeters of distance between us.
I nodded, allowing a happy open smile to spread across my lips so there was no doubt in his mind what I was feeling.
He stretched his mouth toward me, and I immediately lowered mine to meet his and blood surged across my body and down to my groin.
No more waiting. I wanted him. I reached for his hand, intertwining my fingers with his as our mouths opened for each other.
His tongue explored my mouth, always searching for a new undiscovered part of me.
That was what Brady did. He was an explorer, and with him I had discovered parts of myself that I never knew existed. I never wanted it to stop.
I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up before putting him on the edge of the bed and pulling off the underwear that barely contained his dick at this point, the head of it emerging from under the waistband.
I threw the green briefs to the floor like wrapping paper on Christmas day because I didn’t want to waste a drop of him.
I plunged my mouth on his shaft, letting the thickness fill my mouth.
I covered it with everything I had in me, both mind and body.
He put his hands on my head, greedily wanting more, his slim fingers pushing on my scalp even when I was at the base of him, then twisting his fingers in my hair and tugging it when my mouth was in overdrive.
I wanted to be inside him, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait.
Maybe I was graduating in two months, but my libido was still a teenager.
I rammed my hands down my pants, releasing my dick.
I took my mouth off Brady’s cock long enough to lick my palm and get working on mine.
This was about his orgasm. My pleasure was in pleasing him.
My tongue ran the length of his dick and then my mouth surrounded his head, plunging down as far as I could over and over.
I wanted him to feel the warmth of my mouth embracing his dick.
I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, making it a sloppy, pulsing mess until he was ready to explode.
Brady tasted like freedom and the reward for my hard work was fireworks – all over my face, my chest, his thighs and his torso.
My mouth tried to capture every bit of him as my hand pumped harder and harder.
I licked his stomach, thighs and balls, my mouth crawling over him searching for the next delicious reward for my effort.
He reached down to run his hands through my hair.
But when he bent down to kiss me and open my mouth with his, I lost control and exploded, shooting so hard I could feel it hit my face.
But I still hadn’t had enough of him. I kept my mouth on his face covering him with gentle kisses until we were lying next to each other on the bed taking the time to allow our breathing to return to normal.
We would have stayed in bed all afternoon, but we were both excited to get on the road. After a few minutes with his head snuggling my arm, he turned his head up to me and said, “I didn’t get a chance to ask. How were the midterms?” He knew I had been stressed.
“Fine in the end,” I said, stretching my neck to relieve the inevitable cramp that comes with going down on someone.
“I overstudied pathogens, but that happens. How did yours go?” He had been struggling with stats.
As soon as the words came out, I could feel his muscles tighten and his head turned.
All the confidence and playfulness that had greeted me at the door, gone.
He shrugged, his shoulders reaching his ears. I regretted asking the question.
He jumped out of bed and bounced toward the bathroom. “I’m first,” he said, his early energy and attitude returned. Brady believed two in the shower prevented proper skincare and I thought it was a safety issue, so we were on the same page.
I got up and saw a small leather satchel next to the bed. “I can’t believe you got everything packed into one bag. Brady, I’m proud of you,” I said in my best dad voice, loud enough so he could hear me over the rushing water.
“Open the closet,” he shouted back.
I walked over to his closet and opened the door to reveal a neat pile of four pieces of luggage stacked on top of each other.
“The bag by the bed is just my toiletries. The closet has everything I’m bringing on the trip.
” It was enough for a year abroad, but I knew better than to even try to persuade him to reduce it.
He fully opened the door to the bathroom and steam from the shower escaped and rose to the ceiling. He stood there. His face had some kind of pale pink glop on it, and I could still see traces of me on his thighs. “What are you waiting for?” he asked.
“I thought…” I started but was smart enough to shut up and get my ass in there.