“Lilly! I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything alright?” I start to rise, wondering what fresh hell has happened to the football team now, but she waves me off and comes around my desk to perch her ass against the edge. She stares down at me with a no-nonsense look, and I swallow hard. Lilly and I are friends,not as close as she is to Jenna or Brandon, but I consider her an important person in my life. Now, though, her expression is triggering my fight or flight response, and I choose flight!
“You and Brandon are dating.”
“Uh…”
“Are you ashamed of him? Is that why you haven’t gone public?”
“What?!? No, never! Brandon is incredible, why would I be ashamed of him?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. This has been going on for a while, hasn’t it?”
“Were you a lawyer before entering the PR world?”
“Don’t deflect.”
I sigh in defeat, slumping into my chair with a pitiful expression. She’s not buying it. “Yes, we’ve been dating since before the school year began. And no, I’m not ashamed of him, I’m scared for him.” Her features soften slightly. “Ty, Phia, Heacock…I don’t want to put him in the crosshairs by being with me. It’s such aman’ssport, I’m afraid he’ll suffer professionally or personally if people know we’re together. It’s not forever, just…”
“Until your two adopted children start college?”
“WHAT?!?” I splutter, my heart racing at how we went from a secret relationship to children old enough for college.
“You aren’t fucking around? This is serious?” I nod, unable to form any words, my tongue too thick for my mouth. “You love him?”
I force myself to answer, “I do.”
“Good, because it’s obvious he’s over the moon for you.”
It’s one thing for Jenna to know, but now Lilly? “Does Brody know?”
“Nah! He’s oblivious,” her tone indicating how cute she finds this particular trait.
“Will he be mad?” I ask in a near whisper, afraid to know the answer, even though Brody is a good guy.
She scowls at me, her eyes glittering with anger. Shit! “I’m gonna let that slide because you don’t know my man all that well. Brody loves Brandon like a brother.” She leans down until we’re mere inches apart, her upper lip curling in a sneer. “Be careful with Brandon. Big heart, big feelings. Protect him, love him, make him deliriously happy. He’s been different this semester…lighter. Brody, Jenna, and I hadn’t realized how much Heacock had been weighing on him. Yes, Heacock is gone, but I think you are the reason for Brandon’s lightness.”
“Light in the loafer.” I reply with a common old-fashioned description for gay men.
“Loafers are awful, never trust a man who wears them.” She shakes her head as she stands up and adjusts her skirt and top. “When you two are ready for the world to know, we’ll all stand behind you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, my throat clogging with overwhelming emotion. She’s several feet from my desk when I launch myself out of my chair and attach myself to her back like a baby possum.“Thank you.”
Something lifts from my chest, a band loosening until I can take a full breath. Brandon and I have an army at our back, just like Ty and Lyndell, Phia and Prib…this university has given me more than I could have ever hoped for.
Brandon 15.
We’re laying in my bed, sweaty and sated. Oscar’s hand rests on my hip, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin as we catch our breath.
“Do you think this is it?”
“No, give me a few minutes, I’ll be able to go again.”
“No, not that!” He laughs, smacking my stomach with the back of his hand. “Is there anything else coming our way? Surely, an unauthorized sex tape has to be the end, right?”
I sigh in frustration, draping an arm over my eyes. “Well, I didn’t until you put that bad juju into the fucking universe. You’re harshing my post orgasm buzz.”
“I sincerely apologize, Mr. Beiler. How careless of me and inconsiderate.” With surprising speed, Oscar moves to straddle my chest. I drop my arm and open my eyes to find his spent dick inches from my face. “Open up. Get me hard again.” I comply eagerly, loving the feel of him on my tongue. My cock begins to stir when I feel my seed dripping onto my chest from his puffy hole. When he’s fully hard, filling my mouth until I can hardly breathe, I grab his hips and push him back. “I wasn’t done yet.” He pouts and I sit up to kiss him harshly, forcing my tongue past his lips and stroking the silky cavern of his mouth.
“Hands and knees.” His eyes flare, cheeks heat, and he scrambles to roll over. I groan when that tight perky ass lifts into the air, swollen and red from our earlier fuck, my cum gathering at the opening. I palm both cheeks and squeeze, using my grip as leverage to pull him back as I thrust forward and impale him in one smooth move.
