MENTORING BRANDON
By Bob

Chapter 13: A Real Reason to be Thankful

That night, Brandon and I cuddled and fell asleep very quickly. We discussed Thanksgiving break and decided that we would spend the first couple of days with our families and then I would drive down to his home and meet his parents and brothers. Then, on the way back to school, we would spend the night at my house where he could meet my mom and dad.

We knew that this would just be a time for us to meet each other’s family, not a time for us to tell them of our relationship. I knew that my parents would freak and he realized that his family would probably disown him. So, best to just let them know that the new football captains of CBS were good friends and partners in crime at school.

Brandon, Tom, Dave and I played a couple of times more that week, but only with our significant other. The night we spent together was fantastic, but we all really wanted that to be a special “activity” and not become a daily ritual. That, we all felt would make it tawdry sex and that is not what we wanted. We all shared something special and wanted to keep it that way for all of us.

With football over it was time for wrestling season. Although I loved football, wrestling was really the sport I enjoyed. It gave me the opportunity to know that I could be an integral part of a team, one on one with another athlete. I know that Coach D’Agostino was rough and that he expected a lot from his wrestlers, which was fine with me. I loved rolling around in practice and at meets, sweating and feeling a warm body next to me. Many thought that wrestlers were all “queer” and I guess in my case, and the case of at least Brandon, that was factual. But, it wasn’t the reason to wrestle.

The Friday before Thanksgiving finally arrived. That evening, school shut down for 10 days and all the students were expected to go home for the holidays. Brandon and I packed our clothes, most of which were dirty so that our mothers could do their special cleaning while we were home, and were about ready to head out to the bus station to catch our respective busses home.

As Brandon latched his suitcase, I snuck up behind him. I put my arms around his chest and drew him close to me, kissing his neck, his ears, and finally turning his head so that I could kiss him passionately. He didn’t fight me at all, but responded with a deep sign of satisfaction. He could feel what was “rising” between us as I pressed my hips tightly to his behind. As we kissed I could see a little smile that told me that he liked what he felt.

I placed my right hand on his left shoulder and turned him toward me. Our tongues were exploring each other’s mouth as he turned and we stood embraced chest to chest. I could tell that he, too, was getting hard which of course I didn’t mind. As we kissed, I slowly lowered him to the bed, avoiding the suitcase that he had just closed. As I lay on top of Brandon, our bodies were drawn together. My cock and his were grinding slowly together providing each of us with that final spark that was needed. I began to move my hands to his belt, leaning to one side so that I could access it and remove his pants. He held my hand and stopped me and began to stand up.

“Wait,” he whispered as we now were both on our feet.

Brandon took a step back. He put his hands at the side of his T-shirt and slowly began to take it over his head. As he had it completely off, he swung it in the air and flung it toward the other bed. As he did this, his other hand unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and slowly began to pull his zipper down. This was becoming a very erotic scene and I just watched as my love began to remove his clothes.

As his zipper lowered completely, I could tell that he was “free-balling” and his cock popped out of his pants. Oh, what a site!!! He now lowered his jeans slowly, taking one foot out at a time and flung his pants toward the bed to rest on top of the T-shirt he had already thrown there.

The look in his eyes told me that he wanted the “same show” so I began to mimic all he had done. I, however, had underwear on and that made my striptease a bit longer, but I tried to make it as erotic as he had done for me. My shirt landed on top of his as did my jeans. Now, I had to relieve myself of the jockey’s I had on so I slowly put my fingers on each hip under the elastic bands. Down came one side, just slightly, then the other. My hips wiggled from side to side as I pulled the front band over the protruding cock that was ready for anything that Brandon could provide.

As I slipped my last foot from the jockey’s, Brandon grabbed them from me before I could throw them aside. He took them from me and brought them to his face. He brought them to his nose, smelled the crotch and gave a very large smile.


“I want to remember your smell for the next couple of days since we aren’t going to be together,” he stated. “This will stay with me until we see each other and can be in each other’s arms again.”
As he finished, he lay down on the bed and motioned me over. I went to lay next to him, but he stopped me and asked me to straddle him. I certainly didn’t know what he wanted, but I wasn’t going to argue with this gorgeous boy of mine.

As I threw one leg over him and lowered myself onto his thighs, our cocks met. Both hard and obviously horny, I bent down and we kissed long and deep. Our tongues were furiously exploring each other as our hands were roaming all over each others bodies. Brandon broke the kiss and placed his hands on my chest and pushed me into an upright position. He reached over for the Vaseline that was on the nightstand (oh, we had equipped our room with everything needed since we moved in together).

Brandon opened the lid and took a good portion of Vaseline into his hand. He placed some on my cock and some on his. He then put our male members together and began to slowly stroke them. The underside of my head was in tune with the underside of the head of Brandon’s cock.

As he stroked them slowly, we looked into each other’s eyes. The feeling going through my body at that moment was pure pleasure. Feeling our cocks sliding against each other; the pre-cum oozing from us both was indescribable. I reached my hand under his and began to play with his balls. Slowly I had mine there as well and rolling the four of them in my hand. His head fell back as did mine. I could feel myself close to orgasm, but wanted to wait until we could both blow our loads together.

In the weeks that we had been together, we had enjoyed many times together, but this one was becoming very special. Not only was it the last time for about 5 days that we could enjoy some physical pleasure, but it was the first time that we had done something different.