“Ahhh!” His back arches, shoulders dropping to the mattress, as he gives himself over to me completely. I ride him hard, surging inside him over and over until my spine tingles and my balls sound the alarm. I arch over his body, sliding an arm up his chest to the opposite shoulder. I sit up and bring him with me, his back to my chest. I fuck up into him as he grinds his hips, my fingers playing with his nipples. My other hand skates down his torso to his bouncing dick and grip it tightly. He keens in my ear, his movements wild and uncoordinated. I love it when he gets like this. Feeds my inner caveman knowing I can turn him into this mindless, sexual, creature chasing their next orgasm. I suck on his neck and jerk him fast and furious.
Like he’s been electrocuted, his body snaps tight, a whimper escaping his throat, his hole keeping my cock in a stranglehold as ropes of his cum shoot from his ruddy tip. Biting the tender flesh where his neck and shoulder meet, I surge inside him and hold still, letting the spasms of his inner muscles work my climax up and out of my body.
“I love cumming inside you, filling you with my seed, claiming you in such a primal way,” I murmur into his neck, both arms banding tight around his middle, holding him close as the aftershocks slow down.
“Well…so long as you remember I can’t get pregnant,” he jokes, but it sounds forced.
“Oscar? What’s wrong?” On our knees, middle of my bed, he shifts forward, my softening cock slipping free from his body, as he turns around to look me in the eye.
“We’ve never really talked about…the future.” His eyes drop and I get a pain in my chest that he’s uncomfortable talking to me about anything, but especially us. “Do you want kids?”
I move my legs out from underneath me, and lay down, bringing a surprised Oscar with me to lay on top of me. “Yeah, in theory.” I run my hands up and down his back, hoping to soothe him. “I’m not against them. Figured we’d adopt if we decided that was what was best for us.” I shrug, and he lifts his head to meet my eyes. “Or if you don’t, between my players and your band members, we’ve got tons of kids to look after. And we don’t have to change any diapers!”
His shoulders relax and I smile, like watching a balloon deflate. I feel bad that this was weighing on him. “I’m not sure what I want, but I’m glad to leave our options open.”
“We’ve got nothing but options, Oscar.” I put my fingers under his chin and tilt his head up to kiss him. He moans contentedly against my lips. “Don’t ever be nervous to talk to me about us. I love you, so fucking much. I want to make your dreams come true, no matter how small. We don’t have to map out our entire future right now. Just know that it will always be you and me, no matter what comes our way.”
Oscar 16.
My mouth opens and I put everything I’ve got into joining everyone else as we scream our victory, but I’ve got no voice left. We won the Rose Bowl! It’s the end of the season for us, which is bittersweet. My band plays their hearts out while the players on the field celebrate a hard-won victory.
It’s been a rough season for so many, a season of growth and change. I watch Brandon with his team, his boys piling on top of him as he laughs and pushes them off. My breath hitches at the pure, unadulterated joy on his face. Every player loves him, respects him, and would follow him to the ends of the earth because they trust him. And he works hard every day to earn that trust.
I love him more with every new sunrise and I’m not sure how it’s even possible.
As if he feels my eyes on him, he puts his hand on Schultz’s facemask to hold him back and Brandon’s gaze finds me through the crowd. His grin is blinding. He taps the corner of his eye, uses both hands to form a heart, and then points at me. My stomach flips, happiness and nervousness warring for control. There is more change on the horizon. Before we left for the game, Brandon fucked me mercilessly until I agreed to stop loving each other in the shadows. It’s not that we were actively keeping our relationship a secret anymore, but we weren’tholding hands as we frolic across campus. Elijah Addelsbach is the only one capable of pulling off a frolic. And he’s been doing that plenty with Daya.
No, Brandon and I have been open with our friends, snuggling on a couch at Adam’s place for poker night, kissing at the dinner table at Brody’s, Jenna walking into Brandon’s bathroom as I was wiping my mouth and Brandon was putting his cock away. We will not be living that down anytime soon.
But we haven’t been open with the public, with his team, or my band, or the university. That stops now. Yikes! I hope the only thing biting me in the ass is Brandon, not the consequences of my actions.
He was insistent that he has proved himself a competent and capable coach and if the world doesn’t agree with who he loves, if the university won’t back him, then Brandon wants nothing to do with the sport he’s dedicated his life to. He’s living for himself, for me, and for our future.
Our first big outing as a couple will be in a few days in Las Vegas. We’re flying there tomorrow for Prib and Phia’s wedding. He just has to get her to agree. She will, their love is as strong and beautiful as the others who have found soulmates this season. I will be attending as Brandon’s date, and we are gonna start loving one another in the sunlight. I’m nervous, but so excited to discover our path in life, knowing our love will guide the way.
Sappy, but true.
Brandon 17.
The last week or so of my life has been exciting to say the least. We won the Rose Bowl, Phia and Prib were married, Ty and Edee are engaged. The biggest surprise and revelation is that my relationship with Oscar wasn’t surprising or revelatory in the least. No one batted an eye when Oscar walked in on my arm at the wedding.
Lyndell rolled his eyes at us and my disappointed pout and informed us, “You two make googly eyes when you’re near each other. It’s sweeter than the ice cream I’ll be having for dessert.” He paused, his smile dropping and his lips pursing. “And more disgusting than the time I ate two containers and puked it all up.”
Ty cleared his throat, “In my bed…while I was in it.”
Lyndell shrugged, completely unrepentant. “You should have kept a better eye on me.” Everyone laughed.
And looking back, it was the perfect reception to my relationship with Oscar.
“Do I have cum on my lips?” Oscar asks from my side as we walk up the sidewalk. He looks up at me, oddly nervous and I find it nothing but endearing. He’s in his mid-thirties and afraid of what his parents will think. I shake my head and kiss his cum-free lips.
I bare my teeth and ask, “Do I have any pubes in my teeth?”
Oscar laughs, throwing his head back as he smacks my stomach. “No, you goof! Maybe a little 69 wasn’t the best idea before meeting my parents.”
“I figured it would relax you.”
“It did,” he assures me, then grimaces. “Now that we’re here, my nerves are getting the best of me again.”
