The Life of Brandon and Anthony (pt. 1)

The Meeting

Brandon and I always seemed perfect for each other. When we would hold

hands, talk, kiss, and even our sex was just perfect. Brandon had the most beautiful,

perfectly shaped, pink lips. I’d never seen a guy with lips that perfect. It was June 18th,

one of my best friend’s birthdays. I had been talking to Brandon for just a few days, but I

was ready for him; I wanted a relationship with him. After we arrived to Pittsburgh, I

couldn’t stop taking pictures. I posted a few to Facebook, and a few more to my

Snapchat story. While unpacking my suitcase into the hotel, my phone vibrated a few

times. I looked to my lock screen, and there was Brandon’s name. Every time I saw that

name on my phone, my heart would race.

“Baby, are you in Pittsburgh yet?”

I replied to his message, telling him that I was in Pittsburgh already. I was nervous

to meet him, and I wasn’t sure if he would follow through. We continued to talk casually

throughout the day, he told me a little bit about Pittsburgh. Hell, I was born here and I

didn’t know anything about the place. The next day, Friday, my friend and I had lunch

at the Hard Rock Café. While I didn’t have much to eat, my friend did, and I was glad. It

bought me time. I told Brandon that I was at the Hard Rock Café, and he never replied.

Until later.

“Turn around”

This was something too good to be true. I turned around, thinking that Brandon

was playing a trick on me. Standing next to the hostess station, his eyes searching for

me, was the love of my life. I was completely nervous. I slid my phone into my front right

pocket and excused myself from the table. My friend had no idea that I know someone

in this city, much less that I’m gay. I looked over to Brandon, we exchanged eye contact,

and I signaled him to the bathroom. I went into the men’s restroom, my heart racing.

What would I do when he finally got in here? I looked up from the floor, and there he

was. I was biting my nails, while I slowly approached him, teary eyed.

I’d never done this before, meeting someone from online. I wrapped my arms

around him, kissing him, up and down his neck. My hands ventured up and down his

torso, I felt his abs, his chest, everything and anything I could get my hands on. I heard

the door creak, and I tried to stop kissing on my man, but my body was on autopilot and

my hormones were out of control. The middle aged white man that just entered the

restroom had a look of disgust, but I kept going. I latched onto Brandon’s hand, and

pulled him into the farthest stall.

Thank God this place was so clean. I kept pressing my lips onto Brandon’s soft,

pink, and thin lips. God, they tasted perfect. I kissed Brandon from his neck to his abs. I

pushed him up against the wall, and lifted his arms. (I’d never been this aggressive with

a guy before.) I took his shirt off, and then kept kissing his torso. Brandon just had his

eyes closed, he didn’t look bored – but he didn’t look entirely interested. With a smooth

and quick motion, I slid to my knees. My face was directly in front of Brandon’s hard

dick. I grabbed it from the outside of these gray basketball shorts he was wearing.

(Damn, it was so big.) And I played with his dick.

I massaged him there for a while, I was entranced, and almost forgot what I was

doing. I gave a quick pull on his shorts, but they didn’t come down as easily as I

imagined. I look my man in the eyes, desperately, hungrily. He got the message. He

pulled down his shorts, and out of the slit in his boxers sprang his monstrous 7 inch dick.

Here, in my face, was Brandon’s beautiful, caramel coloured package. What do I do

now? Once again, my body was seemingly on autopilot. My hands made their way to

the base of his dick, and my fingers explored his entire area. Everything about this felt

perfect.

The beautiful part was that this all happened in a matter of minutes. I positioned

my head in front of Brandon’s beautiful rod, and my tongue wrapped around the tip of

it. Somehow, it tasted so damn good. I wanted more. The head of his dick was like a

ruby color. His dick was so hard. It was pulsating in front of my face, my man needed

some attention.

I was mindlessly moving my hands back and forth along his shaft. Neither of us

had said a word. I asked him if it felt good, and the only reply was a faint gasp – as if he

was trying to say something, but couldn’t get past the euphoric feeling we both shared.

I gently slapped Brandon’s dick onto my tongue, and explored his whole dick with it. By

now, my entire mouth engulfed his beautiful cock. It all felt so right. I was moving my

head back and forth, licking the tip as I damn near choked on the length of this thing. I

kept alternating from slow and fast to sensual and aggressive. I just wanted to see my

man cum.

I was basically swallowing his dick, it reached the back of my throat. I’d never

given head like this before. What the hell was I doing? I had lost myself in an orgasmic

trance. I wondered if my friend was looking for me yet.

Brandon moved his legs apart, farther than they already were. I took advantage

of that, and moved in closer. I was still holding onto the base of his dick, licking the

head. His beautiful body was moving uncontrollably. I smirked and looked up to him.

“Babe?” I said

He finally opened his eyes, slowly, as if he was just waking up from a long rest.

“Yeah?”

I told Brandon to cum for me. I just wanted him to let it all out, all over my face. I

was being freaky as fuck. I got more intense with it, I started moving back and forth on

his dick faster, and faster. I stopped here and there to stroke his dick with my hands.

“Mmm…Anthony…Fuck!”

This was the closest thing to a sentence I had heard from him. His voice was

beautiful. It was an angelic sound, and hearing these words come from him was a

blessing to me.

“Anthony, I’m about to cum!”

Finally. I was a little scared, I didn’t know how much he would cum, or how soon.

I moved over to my right a little, and kept sucking on his caramel rod. I could feel his dick

jerking around in my mouth. He was getting ready to explode inside of my mouth. I

pulled my head back slowly, opening my mouth and letting his dick free, as I did this,

the best part happened.

“Ah..God..Fuck…”

I watched, almost in slow motion, as his milky white cum shot past my face, onto

my face, onto the floor, and almost everywhere else. One short spurt, then three long

spurts, then another two short ones, and I only swallowed about half of this. Cum was

all over my face, even some on my black shirt. Brandon’s eyes opened again, they

looked down at me. I looked up at him in his heavenly dark brown eyes. I was still licking

up cum as it dribbled slowly from his dick. It was only then that I realized how much

cum was surrounding me. I nearly yelled at him to get me some paper towels.

Brandon quickly stuffed his semi-hard dick back into his boxers and shorts and

put his shirt back on. I still wanted more. He left the stall quickly and returned with

about 10 paper towels.

“Is this enough?”

I basically snatched the paper towels from him, I wasn’t mad at him, but I was

scared. While I cleaned up Brandon’s pool of excitement from my face, I watched him.

He looked satisfied, and that was enough to make me happy. Almost as soon as I

finished cleaning up our mess, my phone vibrated.

“Are you done yet?”

It was my friend, she was still at the table waiting for me to return. Unbeknownst

to her, I was busy enjoying a three course meal in the bathroom stall. I gave her some

dubious excuse that I had been on the phone with my grandmother, and she believed

it. I really did not want to be done with Brandon yet. I wanted more, and I wanted to

keep him happy. I never wanted to leave him. Once I threw the paper towels away, I

embraced Brandon again. I started to kiss him on his neck, then his cheek. I kissed him

on the lips, but he kind of pulled away, understandably so. I had just swallowed a year’s

worth of his cum.

“I love you, Brandon”

“You too.”

And with that, he left the restroom. I was feeling sort of empty, we barely talked.

He seemed sort of shy, or scared. I looked in the mirror, washed my hands off, and

returned back to the table. My phone vibrated again, it was Brandon.

To be continued.