Chapter 3 – “Endless Summer”
James skated his hand gracefully over the extensive piece of paper, bearing a broad pencil in his flimsy fingers, occasionally stopping to tend to more intricate areas of the sketch. In some spots, tiny scraps of very thin coal would form that he would then blow carefully away from the paper and into the floor, minding never to stroke his lengthy and slim fingers in. His teacher, an elder man with a bit of a hunchback and his hands firmly placed around his back, perused through the classroom, periodically glancing at the student’s work. Vaguely expressive, he wasn’t prone to overpraising unless it was about James’ work.
“Riveting, James.” He observed, stopping scarcely behind him, tilting towards the table. “Good use of the male form. Overly detailed in some areas, though. You might want to leave something for the imagination.” The teacher stated, winking at James. “Like this female figure you keep drawing. She’s always out of focus. Is there a reason?” He enquired, visibly intrigued.
“She’s inconsequential.” He said, resolutely. “She’s just a set piece of sorts. Not the main focus.”
“Ok. So, she’s there to enhance him? Interesting.” The teacher declared, captivated. “Nice work, James.” He affirmed, walking away unhurriedly, “So, these series on the theme of desire we are working on might be eligible to be part of the main exhibit at the end of the semester, so keep up the work, challenge yourselves, or else your works won’t make the cut.” He reported, slowly lowering his voice, then grumbling to himself, “Most of them are shit anyway.”
James began gathering his belongings gracefully. It had been two days since James locked eyes with Brian while he and his sister were having sex. But given that she had just returned from a one-week trip, she had been monopolizing Brian all to herself. James’ exchanges with him had been scarce and too few to even permit any discussion regarding the moment they had shared. A periodic glance and a smirk were all that had taken place between the two since. James walked outside as it started to rain. Not a solemn rain but temperate sprinkles. Enough to make him pop on his hoodie and start wandering home with a certain demure in his stroll.
As he entered the flat, normalcy had seemingly been restored. Brian and Vanessa were in the kitchen having a snack, he sat on one of the stools by the small table and she sat on his lap, one of her arms around his neck, both sharing a tuna sandwich.
“Hey, kid.” She uttered, feigning what was now becoming a regular indifference towards James.
“Hey.” James yielded, trying to be less stern. He glimpsed at Brian who in turn, smiled at James tenderly and winked. James’ heart warmed up instantly. It was still there, that sentiment. He felt seen. He lingered awkwardly for a moment before declaring, “Well, I’m off to my room. Gonna leave you guys alone.”
“I don’t mind if you stay.” Brian contended. But just as James was circling to address him he could see, from the corner of his eye, Vanessa elbowing Brian with a vexed look. Swiftly repositioning his body, James continued towards his room. He scattered his stuff all over the floor, as he would usually do, and hopped his body on top of the bed. He exhaled profoundly.
Despite his lascivious feelings towards Brian, he wondered if the gaze they shared had happened. Was there something stemming from Brian that day or was James’ vivid ideation taking hold of him entirely? Whatever the answer was, it was becoming evident that as far as Vanessa was concerned, sharing Brian’s company with James was not a plausible part of their living experience. Maybe, in the end, he would have to start conforming to the notion that his relationship with Brian would perpetually be platonic. And James began to wonder if that undersized and aged flat would be big enough to hold Vanessa’s relationship with Brian, and himself.
James dozed off for a bit. He woke up a little over an hour later to Vanessa and Brian arguing. It wasn’t premeditated on his part, but from his bed, he could hear them.
“It’s just a fucking dinner, Brian.” Vanessa stated.
“It’s my night off, Tess.” Brian patiently countered. “I work at a bar, and the last thing I want on my day off is to end up in one. That’s like me saying, hey, let us unwind from your week at the office and have some drinks… at the office.” He jested, trying to usher the conversation away from Vanessa’s increasingly high-pitched utterances.
“What, you rather just stay here and babysit my weirdo brother?” Even from his room, with his door closed, James could feel the regret in her voice.
“That was way out of line, Tess.” Brian declared, his voice filled with disappointment, “And yes. Maybe I do.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just overworked, you know?” She claimed, dodging Brian’s tone. “I need to unwind. Maybe it’s best if I just go by myself with the girls tonight, ok?” She apprised. James heard her high heels clattering Bayan Eskort towards the door, followed by the sound of it closing.
There was stillness again for a while, then James heard Brian’s footsteps going from his room into the living room, his body bashing heavily against the small couch. James rose from the bed, his instinct telling him to take this moment to approach Brian. He stripped, then proceeded to put his shorts, t-shirt, and socks on before unlocking the door to the bedroom and carefully treading to meet Brian, who sat on the couch, his head relaxing on its headboard and his lengthy hair cascading over it. The room was filled with smoke and the smell of weed, the TV was on but muted, and a small portable speaker was playing The Midnight’s, Endless Summer. James walked confidently yet unhurriedly and sat on the couch, their bodies displayed like the last time they were there. He leaned back and crossed his arms. Brian inhaled deeply and exhaled as he turned his head to face James. James could sense his gust on him. He instantly felt inebriated and exhilarated, his groin tautening and his dick stiffening. Brian sat there looking at him with an unpretentious smile.
“This album is really good.” He stated, as he stretched his arm and presented James with the blunt. James took the blunt in his hand, put it into his mouth, and took a big hit. He could feel Brian’s spit coating the tip where his lips touched and he made sure to lick it and savor it with his tongue before returning the blunt to Brian’s hands. There was this serene solitude in the air as both men sat there relishing the high.
“I guess you heard that?” He asked. James nodded gently in warranty. “Sorry about that, bud. Your sister…it’s been a rough year for everyone I guess.” Brian concluded as he took another hit, handed the blunt back to James, took a small string from the table, and clutched his hair, girding it in a bun. His wide neck was now fully exposed, and Brian was swirling it around gently as he sighed, visibly tense.
“You want help with that?” James tackled as he eyed Brian straight on, with no dread or trepidation in his voice.
After a momentary pause, Brian returned the gaze, “Well, it’s only fair. I rubbed your feet for over two hours the last time.” He teased, sticking his tongue out. James beamed, and with absolute resolve, he signaled Brian to scoot over. Brian tilted forward but only enough to allow James to cram his slender frame behind his massive back, one leg on each side where the boy nestled himself. This was the closer their bodies had ever been to each other. James regretted his advance instantly. As soon as his legs grazed Brian’s body, he felt a jolt of electricity build in his pelvis and disperse down his legs and into his chest.
“Wait.” Brian said, slanting forward a bit to take a hit. He then laid the blunt on a small ashtray and still sloped forward, reached with his burly arms for his tank top, and yanked it, revealing his broad brawny back.
Time halted for James as he cowered there, with Brian’s back only inches away from him. The same back he had jerked off to so many times. The back that he had drawn countless times and that he felt he knew with indefinite detail. He took a plunging yet hushed breath, in an attempt to pull focus away from his anxious state, and firmly yet gradually, placed his slender hands on Brian. He started from his lower back, moving up slowly as he went, taking in every detail, stopping at the shoulder blades. His hands then veered outwards, trying to keep up as Brian’s muscles expanded, like two immense wings. He continued through his triceps and started moving up his deltoids. Brian’s skin was warm, hard, yet pacifying at the same time. James’ hands finally stopped near the trapezius. He had taken his time, exploring Brian like he would those Greek statues in his art class slides. He prodded his slim fingers against Brian’s neck and started making circular moves, dispersing the flow between both sides. He could feel Brian’s chest extending and discharging, very softly, and every time it occurred, a wave of cinnamon-scented breath traversed through the air, coursing through James.
Without forewarning, Brian drew his arms back and clasped James’s legs, cladding them under him. James could feel Brian’s armpit hairs sanding against his skin and the waves of pelvic rush became more potent and lengthier. Brian leaned further back, and now his whole body was clanged to James. The boy brought his nose forward, nuzzling it gently on Brian’s scruff. He whiffed his hair, and once he exhaled, he felt Brian following suit. It was the nearest James had ever been to his daydreams. But no fantasy could surpass the magnitude of this reality. He felt safe as he crouched there, wrapped in the safety of this older man’s body. He hadn’t even acknowledged the immense boner he sported. His pink shaft was towering and spasming, crushed between his abdomen and Brian’s lower Anadolu Yakası Escort back. Brian’s hands, which were harboring Jame’s ankles at this point, slowly started moving up towards his knees. They halted there and began rubbing them very softly. James couldn’t even focus on his massage anymore. He thwarted and closed his eyes, tightening his whole body in euphoria. As he unleashed the strain, his arms came forward and girdled themselves around Brian’s neck, and his head was now resting on it.
“Brian…” James muttered, almost inaudibly, as he nabbed his fit body even tighter, “Don’t hate me.” He begged as he began to sob delicately.
Brian leaned forward and, swiftly and effortlessly, carried James’ entire body from behind him and nestled him on his lap in front of him, placing Jame’s legs around his pelvis. Their bodies were locked. James remained barred to Brian’s neck and skin, embracing him hungrily, almost fearful to let go.
“I don’t hate you.” Brian ensured, swathing his arms around Jason and bringing their chests together. They could feel each other’s heartbeats. Jame’s was much faster while Brian’s was collected, ushering the other to follow his rhythm. As James’ rhythm subsided, and his pelvis awakened to its senses again, the sensation returned. He could now feel Brian’s massive cock pulsating between his asscheeks, honing along them. James began moving his hips back and forth in stable and transient movements, caressing Brian’s massive shaft. As he did, Brian moaned cavernously, and his grip became tighter around Jame’s torso.
“Brian?” James asked, his muffled voice struggling to leave Brian’s embrace, “I want you to be my first.” He beseeched.
Brian pulled away, holding James’ face with both hands, forcing their eyes to meet. They gazed at each other for a moment, enveloped in each other’s presence. James knew that Brian would never say it, that he would never engage unless he uttered the words, so in a bold and unprecedented move on his part he leaned forward, and with his lush lips touching Brian’s ear, he sensually ordained, “Take me to my room. I want you to fuck me.”
Not a second later, his body was traversing through the air, under the shielding embrace of Brian’s powering strength. They reached the room, and Brian placed James’ body on the bed. With gentleness and polish, which James had never experienced. He went back and shut the door, then turned the key a few times, sealing it. He turned around and stood there, bare-chested in all his glory, with the moonlight shattering through the window overhanging him. James’ eyes dallied, and as they reached Brian’s pelvis, he began to strip off his clothes. T-shirt first, then his socks, and finally his shorts. Brian followed suit and took off his sweatpants, unleashing his 9-inch shaft that darted forward and spewed a long string of pre-cum that remained there, swaying.
He traversed the small room towards James, who sat on the bed, completely bared and powerless. He then stood straight in front of James, and with his hand, he clasped the string of precum, and drizzled it in his fingers, gently bringing them towards Jame’s lips. He began running his soaked thumb through them, blanketing them with his manhood, periodically slipping the finger inside Jame’s mouth and smudging his hand on his face while admiring the lushness of his lips. James was sucking and gobbling every bit of it, soughing softly. The salty savor made his groin tilt forward. He looked at Brian’s dick dangling right there in front of him, then looked up at Brian. He was staring down at him, his eyes glinting.
“Go for it.” He counseled, “You know you want to.”
James didn’t even waver. Why would he? This was the moment he had been waiting for since Brian entered his life. He went with his left hand forward and clutched the base of Brian’s outlandish dick. He flared his mouth and started skating his tongue near the tip, cleaning the last bits of precum on it and sucking what was already starting to seep out. James could feel the tip becoming more greasy and as such he was becoming keener to explore further. His bulky lips started to accommodate more of Brian’s prick as he went further in, carefully trying not to scratch his teeth in it. He wanted to impress Brian, but as he began exploring he knew that it was going to be harder than he thought. He wasn’t even midway through and he was already getting woozy and out of breath. His eyes were drenching and he was getting flustered. Brian held his head and pushed it back, away from his dick. He fondled Jame’s face and proceeded to lay down on the bed, thumping with his large hand near his left leg. “Come here.” He summoned.
James grinned and glided over to Brian, snuggling himself on his left side. Brian adjusted his position, making himself comfortable, and unfurled his legs apart, opening room for his dick and sack to breed. James pushed even closer and put his left leg over Brian’s while Pendik Escort his left hand went in and seized hold of his dick that was still upright and pointing up, scarcely touching his body. He went in again, more confident. On the first try, James was already where he left off, bouncing his head up and down, trying to acclimate to the sheer size of it. He was less strained, and his jawbone began to relax.
“Take it slow. Don’t rush.” Brian counseled, his hands now running through James’ curled light brown hair. He started unhurriedly making small motions, oaring his pelvis forward and inside James’ mouth. There was a bit of drudgery, as James’s eyes began to water and he started stifling, but he was pushing through as saliva and precum began binding in his mouth and skating off from the sides, leaking down from his chin and continuing down Brian’s balls. The unkempt sounds of Brian’s dick fucking James’ mouth started loading the room. Brian increased the rhythm and his massive, veiny cock was sliding deeper into James’ mouth, his lush lips clasping every bit of it as he went in and out. With each jab, Brian drove more of him inside, and by now James was swallowing 6-inches.
“Good boy,” Brian grunted, with craving in his tone as he pounded his shaft in, “Your mouth feels amazing.” His voice became increasingly belligerent. James was whimpering, his eyes watering profusely, spit running down his chin and jaw, his face fully reddened, and his hands were nabbing Brian’s thighs. Even so, there was pleasurable gratification in his sounds which further increased Brian’s thrusting and feistiness. His face was being ravaged by Brian’s cock and James felt more alive than ever before. He was oblivious to the outside world, and all he wanted to do was to pleasure Brian.
Short of breath, he soon unclosed his mouth from Brian’s beast. When he tugged away, froth sank in buckets enfolding Brian’s pubes and balls. He stifled and coughed, holding his forehead on Brian’s abdomen, and between heavy gusts and gasps, he cried out, “Jesus, fuck! Oh my god…” He felt exerted and exhilarated at the same time. He looked up at Brian to find his two large verdant eyes staring straight back at him with ravenous ardor. James knew that look, and without even capturing his breath he tumbled back in.
Brian began lunging again, deeper and more aggressively as James’ mouth tightened around his prick more and more. James mewled as the rush came around again, and his fists started clenching from the exertion. Brian was laying waist to his mouth. James could only lay there, latching himself to Brian, completely surrendering to his sexual supremacy over him. He was almost passing out when Brian unexpectedly pulled out and stood up. James collapsed on the bed, his face down on the sheets where Brian lay, attempting desperately to catch his breath.
Before he even had time to think, Brian towed him by his ankles towards him, dragging his body over the bed.
He then proceeded to lay his dick between James’ ass cheeks and started rubbing it, taunting his tight and virgin gap. He then slanted forward, putting all his body on James’ back, breathing on his neck making his hair prickle. Taking his mouth near James’, “Do you want me to fuck you? He razzed.
James could only nod, his head slumped beneath Brian’s chest. The way Brian’s words traveled inside his ear made his squeezed dick stiffen under his pelvis. Brian was grinding James’ ass with his dick, his abdomen squashing his glutes with circular motions. Brian stood up and James, knowing what was coming, stretched his arm and tried to reach for the lube he had tucked away in the drawer on his night table.
“Leave it”. Brian informed, clutching James’ hand and locking it below his own against the mattress. With his right hand, he forced Jame’s right leg up, exposing his untouched pink hole. He then let go of James and used both hands to spread his cheeks making his hole even more convenient. Without so much as a forewarning, Brian gathered a mouth full of spit and fired a hit on James’ sphincter, moving in almost immediately with his tongue. James grasped the sheets he laid on firmly. The sensation of having Brian’s tongue in his hole felt almost too good to endure. He had fantasized about this juncture too many times to count, and now it was finally happening. Brian’s tongue was regaling on his recess, stirring endlessly, occasionally stopping to probe inside a bit. James could feel Brian’s unshaven beard rub against his soothing skin. He was scouring it, his face completely crammed inside James’ hole. He then began sliding his tongue up James’ body, along his back, very unhurriedly.
“You taste amazing,” Brian divulged as he reached James’ neck, going in for a gentle bite. “I’m going to put it in now.”
James arched his head back in complete concession, nestling his head on Brian’s shoulder, “Brian…I…” He pleaded.
“It’s ok,” Brian assured. “Do you trust me?” He questioned with a plunging but pacifying tone. James curved his head as far back as he could, and his eyes were now glued to Brian’s. Their mouths were close enough for James to smell Brian’s breath. Both men were breathing on each other. James nodded, giving Brian consent to proceed.
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