MENTORING BRANDON
By Bob

Chapter 10: Is Jon Really Mad or Covering Up?

“Where the fuck is Tom?” Jon asked in a very stern tone.
I really didn’t know how to answer so I told him that Tom and Dave had spent the night in our room so that they wouldn’t bother him. He seemed to accept that for which I was very grateful.
I stepped up to the urinal and went about my business. I really had to pee and I wasn’t really concerned about what Jon was feeling at that moment. As I started to pee, I felt that there were eyes on me and sure enough, when I looked over, I saw Jon ‘sneaking a peak’ at me. It didn’t bother me, as that happened many times in the dorms. Most guys are curious about others, I think.
When I finished, I went to wash my hands. Jon followed me to the sinks to do the same.
“So, all you guys slept together in just two bed?” he asked.
“Well, we slept in the same room, Jon, if that is what you mean,” I responded. I wasn’t about to let anything else, out, obviously.
“There are only two beds, Bob. I’m not stupid,” he continued. “I know that you and Brandon have your beds, but where did Tom and Dave sleep?”
“Hell, Jon, talk to Tom about that, will ya!” I said with some disgust in my voice.
“Ok, Bob, I’m sorry. I’m just a bit hung-over.”
I had figured as much when I walked in, because his eyes were really red, and he was standing with his head up against the wall as he was relieving himself — that was between the peeks he was stealing looking at my hard cock.
As I left the washroom, Jon followed closely. He was nearly walking up my back as we made our way back to the room. Jon made his way to the room and I passed him continuing to Brandon’s. He opened the door, walked in and I was just glad that he didn’t follow me.
As I opened the door, I could see the other three were still asleep. Tom was lying there with his arm wrapped around Dave. It was an amazing site to me, as these two JOCKS that I had spent the last 3 months with weren’t exactly the typical queer stereotype. Well, neither were Brandon and I either, which I’m sure helped our acceptance at CBS.
I was standing there looking at Tom and Dave and wondering if they had engaged in anything while I was not in the room. I wondered how long that this relationship had actually been going on, if at all. There was never any hint of them being sexually interested in each other. As a matter of fact, it was always the opposite. Every time that they were fooling around wrestling and things like that (which roommates do on occasion), I always felt that they were doing just that. I know when I was involved there was no physical attraction on their part, from what I could tell at least.
My eyes slowly made their way to the other bed. There was Brandon, on his back, the sheet still draped over his chest sporting his normal morning hard on. He was so gorgeous, with his arm bent behind his head, eyes shut tight, and other hand … oops…other hand? Well, the movement that I saw told me what the other hand was doing.
I couldn’t let him have all the fun, I thought to myself. He was playing with that big hard cock unconsciously, I am sure, as he was in a deep sleep. I stood there for a second knowing what I wanted to do, but didn’t want to disturb the other couple. The more I thought of it, though, the more I wanted my love.
I walked over to Brandon’s side of the bed and slowly began to lower the sheet. It was caught under him, as he had a habit of engulfing himself like a caterpillar in a cocoon after I left the bed. I slowly untucked the sheet from under his gorgeous bubble butt and made my way under with my hand. I placed my hand on top of his and just let him continue to play with his cock. It was very sensuous, knowing that I was helping him feel good in his deep sleep.
After about 2 minutes, I couldn’t wait any longer and pulled the sheet over my head. I watched closely for a few seconds as our hands moved in unison over the long shaft of his penis. He was super-hard and I hoped he was dreaming of what I was about to engage in with him. And, I also hoped it was with ME that he was dreaming about.
I slowly moved close to the head of his cut cock. The mushroom head was right there for me to lick. I flicked my tongue slowly and his hand stopped moving. He thrust his hips slightly allowing me to take most of the head into my mouth. I could sense what he wanted as it was the same as I did.
I began to lick up and down the shaft from the head to the balls. His cock was becoming wet and I could feel the warmth of him on my tongue. I managed to get my hand off of his, now, and cupped his balls ever so lightly. My tongue was moving faster. With his cock plastered to his belly, it was difficult to take him deep in my mouth from the position I was kneeling next to him. I scooted up closer to his chest with my knees so that I could angle down and take his cock deep in my throat.
As I began to slowly lower my mouth down the shaft of his big dick I had a warm feeling at the opening of my underwear, I didn’t have to think too much as to what it was as very soon, my cock was out of my shorts and in Brandon’s mouth. We lay there in a very slow 69, each working to make sure that the other was enjoying the experience. His hand moved from his stomach to my balls as he cupped them gently in his palm.
I was still under the sheet as I began to thrust my cock deep in his mouth. I could feel Brandon’s balls tightening and I knew that it was going to be very soon when he rewarded me with his sweet cum. I also knew that I wasn’t going to make him wait too long for his treasure either. Usually it took us both a very long time to reach a climax, but this morning for some reason, it was going to be a very quick release of pent up semen.
I reached my arm around his ass and pulled him close to me.