Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2000 21:45:49 GMT
From: Rand * <mik_l@hotmail.com>
Subject: "August Heat" (t/t)

My thanks to J.O. Dickingson for his encouragement and help.  This is a work
of fiction.  Comments may be sent to Rand @ mik_l@hotmail.com

August Heat


"SON-OF-A-BITCH" shatters the quiet of the bedroom.

My head snaps up to stare at Brandon, "What in the world?"  Jumping up I
run to the bed where he is rocking back and forth, holding his leg,
grimacing and cursing.  Knocking his hands away, I begin massaging the
cramp in his thigh.

First week of two-a-days and it is August in Oklahoma.  For those who don't
know what that combination means, well; Oklahoma in August means heat.
Like 95 to 105 with cloudless skies and blazing sun.  Breezes like furnace
blasts. Even the oil derricks wilt in August.  (That's Okie humor - don't
have too many derricks around, but the pumps are still bringing up our
black gold.) Two-a-days are sadomasochistic rituals performed to create
football teams.  At least that's the aim according to the coach.  They
really are intense boredom surrounding sudden and quick flashes of pain,
anguish and fear.  Today's Friday and I am spending the weekend at
Brandon's.

Staying with Brandon is both good and bad.  It stinks that just because my
parents had left to take my brother Bill off to college I'm farmed out like
some kid who needs watching.  But being watched by Brandon is - well
Brandon's one of the most popular guys at school.  He's a football and
track star, honor student and still human.  He's 6'2" and all lean muscle
with black hair and a smooth body.  And maybe that's another bad part of
staying here - I mean this is Oklahoma, religious tolerance is some Liberal
idea, like high taxes.  Being gay - well better to be a Liberal or Commie.
So here I am, not only just a lowly sophomore, but gay.  Thank god it is
August, too hot to get hot, even over Brandon.

It was probably around 10:00 when Brandon got on the phone with April, his
woman.  We had eaten, sat with his family for a while and then gone up to
his room.  Brandon stripped to his boxers jumped on his bed and called
April.  Shedding my T, I sat at the desk to surf the net.

"April" Brandon is actually whining, "why do you have to go to the city
tomorrow? I want to be with you."

"April, don't sing, talk to me, please."

Brandon must have forgotten I'm there.

"No, I don't have the radio on.  No, I don't know what the song is.  No, of
course I love you sweet-cakes, no, I'm not mad at you."

Gag, I didn't know whether to retch or laugh but either will get me
pummeled.  I just can't believe what I'm hearing.  Brandon's talking to
April like she is a baby.  I know April, not well, but well enough to know
she has a brain.  But the way Brandon is talking, the person on the other
end is an idiot.  Actually, maybe Brandon's the idiot.  Blocking the whole
thing out, I concentrate on surfing.  Duckskin.com, duct-tape billfolds,
now that sounds cool.

I'd really lost track of the time.  Caught up in Yahoo's sites of the
millennium or something.  That's when Brandon screamed.  Cramps aren't fun.
My brother Bill had had them occasionally and I knew what to do.  It's a
reflex.

Brandon's cursing is becoming muttering.  I can feel the muscles start to
relax in his leg.  His leg, I have both hands on Brandon's thigh.  His
muscles are covered by smooth skin.  Hard muscles, soft skin.  What am I
doing with my hands on Brandon's skin, god, am I drooling?  I'm here to
help, not drool. Cramp, that's right, I'm working out a cramp.  I raise my
eyes to see the looseness of his boxers.  Then quickly I glance up to
Brandon's face.  His eyes are still shut.

"You ok?" words croak from a parched throat.

"Yeah, that feels good, keep it up." Comes from beneath an arm.

Other muttering is going on.  The phone, April's still talking.

"Uh, Brandon," I whisper, "the phone - April."

"She won't notice, keep rubbing ok."

"Sure."

I've never been this close.  His arm covers his eyes so I let my eyes roam
his bare chest, view the hair in his armpits, follow the happy trail
leading down from his navel. He is so smooth; I can count his ribs as he
breathes.  His nipples are a dark contrast to his tanned chest.  I look
down to his boxers. The fly is an open gap but dark.  I think I see
something.  Blast, now I'm starting to stir.  If I look down and
concentrate on his leg.  No, I'll concentrate on April voice.

How can doing something so good cause so much fear?  Why can't I just be
helping a friend, why do I have to see a body, feel turned on, get hard.  I
want Brandon to like me and here I throw a woody.  He will hate me if he
notices.

My hands are working from the backside of his leg towards the front and
then back.  Since the cramp was down, I switch so that I had one hand on
each side of the leg and am working up and then down towards his knee and
then back up towards his crotch.

"What, I'm sorry Brandon, I didn't hear you."

"Dude, I didn't say anything, just feels really good.  Thanks."

"Sure, but April?" I nod toward the phone and the muttering.

An arm leaves his face and grabs the phone.  He cradles it in his neck and
puts his arm over his head.  I stare at his face, then his chest.  Nipples
so dark against his skin, so lickable, so suckable, god he looks so fine.

I'm losing control. I pride myself in never losing control.  I've got to
stop.  I pull my hands away and head back to the computer.  My hands are
shaking.  I sit just staring at the screen, my back to Brandon.  I close my
eyes and take some deep breaths.

Getting a hard-on in front of Brandon while rubbing his leg.  That's so
stupid.  I'm always careful.  Never drink much, never do drugs, never do
anything that might make me lose control.  Can't risk anyone ever finding
out I'm gay.  Got to keep control, keep the walls up.  Now risky action
includes just being close to Brandon.

"I know babe, so what if they talk.  We know the truth.  Yeah I miss you
too, babe.  No, I don't tell people that.  Shit, if they ask, I tell them
the truth.  No sex, we're going to wait.  I'd never spread tales about you
April."

I glance over to Brandon.  One arm is still cradling the phone and draped
over his face.  The other is stroking his cock.  My breathing stops.  I
just stare.  Damn what a sight.  It's hard and glistening, stark white and
standing straight up.  His hand is moving the foreskin up over his head and
then back down exposing the dark red knob.

"I know babe, I'd never force you.  I love you babe you know that.  Like
I'm not going to do that - no way babe.  I want to meet you at the mall
tomorrow; go see a movie or something. Don't go to the city."

Still stroking, up and down, a slow rhythm, the skin slides up and over,
pushing out a drop, a sparkle, the essence of Brandon.  How I want to taste
that drop, to lick it off his knob. Maybe pull his foreskin up over his
head and take my tongue and swirl it inside him.

CONTROL - CONTROL must have control. I jerk my head back to the terminal.

"It's cool Mark, I don't mind you watching." Brandon's voice flows through
me to the pit of my stomach, then reaches up and grabs my heart.  I whirl
around.  He's lying there - stroking, the phone by his ear but the
mouthpiece turned away.  Looking at me with a faint smile.

"I don't believe you dude.  April's on the phone!"

Brandon shrugs, "What babe?" he says, after moving the phone back to his
mouth.  "No babe, just in my room with Mark - Mark Wallace.  Yeah he's
staying over.  Carla's little sister eh?  I'll let him know.  What - why
not?"

I'm lost.  Brandon and April talking away about me as if I weren't there,
Brandon stroking his cock as if I weren't there.  My brain, well, it's not
here.  Control - Control - Control.  My mantra isn't working.  My cock is
swelling and my hands twitched to grab and rub it.

"Yeah, he's a hairy dude. `How do I know?' I'm looking at him April.  His
chest's full of hair; makes me feel naked.  Oh, you would, would you?
Trying to make me jealous babe, yeah.  Tell me you love me.  Tell me babe."

His hand stroking and stroking.

"That's better Mark."

I look up to his face; his teeth so white are in full display as he gives
me a huge smile.  Why is he smiling?  BLAST - my hand's rubbing and
stroking my crotch.

"What babe?  No, Mark and I are playing a game that's all. I'm winning
babe, I always win." The smile is even bigger and the strokes more rapid
and elongated.  It looks like he's thrusting his hips up off the bed.

Game - a game, and I'm losing.  Hell if I was going to lose.  I turn around
and go back to the Internet.  Find me some duct-tape condoms or something.
Game, playing a game with me.  Blast him anyway.  Mr. Stud, Mr. Highschool.

"Mark, what's wrong dude.  Why don't you come over here and join me?"

"I don't play games I don't know the rules to." I actually have a steady
voice.  I don't know what I'm doing, but I've some control.  I turn to give
him some advice but the words die in my throat.

His boxers are gone, his legs spread wide, his cock swaying in the air
twitching while his free hand rubs his chest.

"Yeah, I'm listening babe, just had a tough workout today.  My muscles ache
some, wish you were here to take care of them. Maybe I can get Mark to give
me a rubdown.  Hey Mark, help out dude, I'm sore.  What babe, why not
tomorrow, you know I miss you. Hey Mark come on dude."

I get up, wiping my hands against my shorts and cross the room to Brandon.

I get to the end of the bed and look down on him.  He spreads his legs a
little more and reaches down and grabs his cock and starts stroking again.
His smile is still huge.

I reach out and grab a leg.  He looks puzzled.  I place his foot in the
center of my chest and start rubbing the calf of his leg.  He looks at me
and then starts flexing his toes in the hairs on my chest - he smiles.

"What babe? Yeah, Mark's working on my leg.  I've got some tight muscles
for him to work on.  Some are pretty stiff" he says with a grin.

Has he won, should there be a winner?  Should I continue?

I'm leaning against his leg, letting him put pressure against me as I rub.
Suddenly, he shifts his leg back towards his chest and I start falling
forward.  I put my arm out to stop my fall. One arm goes towards the bed
the other towards Brandon's cock.

Brandon stops his leg and catches me with a jolt. I put a hand on each leg,
around the upper thigh.

"That's more like it Mark, rub there for a while."

I do as I'm told, moving to the side so he could lower his leg.  Then I
knell on the bed around his knees and start rubbing his thigh again.

His leg must still be sore cause he closes his eyes and sighs as I knead
and probe into his muscles.  Even his cock starts to soften as the muscles
in his leg start relaxing.

After a few minutes of rubbing and listening to Brandon grunt to April, I
straddle both legs and start rubbing the other.  Another sigh. The tension
seems to leave the room.  Maybe I've made it through.  If so, I've enough
memories to work my cock raw over the coming months.

Brandon opens his eyes and we stare at one another.  In a calm but clear
voice Brandon says, "I think I love you."  I'm shocked and give a quick
laugh.

He looks down to the phone and said "Yeah babe, wish you were going to be
here tomorrow." Then looks back at me.

Brandon shifts his free leg and places his foot against my crotch.  I keep
rubbing his leg and staring at him.  His cock starts to swell again,
lifting itself off his stomach and starts arching itself in the air.
Swaying back and forth.

"Suck me" is what I think he mouths.  I smile and continue to rub his leg.
His foot feels good rubbing against my crotch and I'm sure he can feel and
see my cock hardening beneath the shorts.

A hand covers the phone - "go ahead, suck me, please?" in a soft whisper.
I smile and grab his legs and back off the bed.  I pull him forward and
push his legs back and shove my crotch up against his ass.

"After I fuck you" I tell him, with a smile, and start a slow grinding
against his bare ass.

Brandon looks startled and I think everything's safe - he'll say `fuck-off'
and I'll laugh and go back to the PC.

Then Brandon starts thrusting his ass ever so slightly, pounding it against
my crotch; he smiles.

"You can fuck me now, but then you've got to suck me tonight and tomorrow
morning - that's the deal."

Deal?  What is this, a store; or are we whores?  Deal - I get to fuck
Brandon - I get to fuck that body - I get to fuck BRANDON!  Oh my god, I've
never fucked anyone before, oh my god, what's he going to think.  Oh my
god, do I need lubricant? God I hope so.  Oh god what do I do now.  God,
this feels so good - I'm grinding harder and humping that beautiful ass.
My hands rub his legs, I'm still dazed, still unsure, still ecstatic that
I'm going to fuck Brandon - or was this a joke - couldn't be.  Not to go
this far.

I lean forward and really shove my crotch into his ass pushing his legs
even further towards his chest.  My head's just a few inches above his.
"Don't try to kiss him, that's too gay I tell myself, blast, what should I
do" - I reach out and grab a nipple and pinch, then twist it slightly.

"Where's the lube dude?"

"Bathroom - hurry."

I release him and head toward the bathroom.  Find a jar of Vaseline.  Then
rush back.  Brandon's stroking his cock quickly, the other hand's rubbing
his chest, his eyes follow me.  The phone is still babbling off on the
side.

I stop and set the jar down and then lower my shorts.  My cock springs up,
quivering with my excitement.

"God you're hairy." Brandon says as I open the jar and offer it to him.  He
dips his fingers in and starts rubbing the Vaseline over my cock.  I dip my
fingers in and take a glob to his ass.

I knell beside him on the bed and raise a leg to put my fingers on his
hole.  He moans and squeezes my cock.  I moan and plunge a finger in.
Tight, hot.  How am I ever going to work my cock up into this? I've one
finger in and start rotating it and easing it further in.  I try to work
another in but I'm not too sure how - when I force too much, Brandon
grimaces so I back off.  Brandon keeps squeezing then stroking my cock.

His cock is waving in the air and seems to call to me.  I reach for his
cock but Brandon shifts on the bed and I steady myself by grabbing his
pecs.  Under my hand is skin solid and smooth, save for the point of his
nipple, which is hard and poking up.  I move my hand across his nipple and
with a fingertip marvel at the feel of his skin.  I grip his nipple between
my finger and thumb and squeeze hard as I also press his hole with a second
finger.

Brandon arches off the bed, my two fingers embedded twisting and coating
his hot hole with Vaseline and sweat.  Brandon moans loudly and then
April's voice invades our togetherness.

"Brandon - Brandon - don't you want to talk some more."  April's voice
seems thin and distant, but Brandon gropes around to find the receiver.

"April babe, sure I do." He moans and grunts his reply.  His eyes shut and
his other hand still stroking and squeezing my cock spreading Vaseline all
over.  Ready or not, I want to put my cock in my first ass.  I didn't think
I'll be Brandon's first, but he's going to be mine.  Any fear of proper
technique is gone; fear is replaced by simple lust.  I knock at his hand
hoping he'll release my cock from his grip.  He opens his eyes and stares
at me dazed all the while muttering something into the phone.  His hand
releases me.

I scoot around his body and add some fresh Vaseline to my cock and to his
hole; I pull out my fingers and start shoving my cock in.  It's not going -
at least easily.  Am I doing something wrong?  I spread his legs wider and
gripping the shaft start feeding the head into the unwilling hole.

Brandon gasps and then does something with his ass as my knob pops in.  I
let up to let us both rest.  I want this to last, give this some time -
enjoy this.  I'm going to fuck Brandon, I've got Brandon naked beneath me.
I'm probably dreaming, this can't be happening.

"Oh babe, I'm feeling good."  Brandon's talking in the phone, but looking
at me.  Are those words for me?  I push some more of my cock into his
waiting ass.  His eyes become slits, his breathing more labored.

I push further, feeding more, stopping - then feeding more, stopping - then
feeding it all.  I'm against Brandon.  I can feel my legs against the hot
skin of his ass. My cock is embedded in something warm and wet.

Brandon opens his eyes wide and licks his lips, staring at me.  "Yeah babe,
you know I love you, love what you do to me."  Then he looks down - maybe
at the phone and I can not hear his voice.  So I listen to mine.  Control -
Control - Control, make this last; enjoy this; know that you are joined
with Brandon.  You are fucking Brandon.  Control - Control - Control.

Stroke, pull it out and then shove it in.  Aim for his prostate, that thing
that's suppose to make a guy horny.  Make him like it; make him love it.  I
gaze at Brandon, look at his lips, at those white teeth.  I want to taste
him.  To abandon the pretense and thrust my tongue into his mouth as I am
thrusting my cock into his ass.  I want to run my hands in his hair, hold
him like a lover.

But he's not a lover.  I'm not sure that we are sharing our bodies with one
another or just using each other.  I close my eyes and keep thrusting -
guess I'm using and I know I'm going to use it wisely.

My hands run up and down his legs, I keep thrusting and moving closer to
thrust harder.  His hole has loosened and it's easier to slide my cock in
and out.  I think I can even feel his pleasure point as I thrust in.  I
reach and grab his cock.

His cock has wilted, I guess from the assault on his ass. But it feels
great in my hands.  Brandon's cock.  I stare at the foreskin and rubbed it
between my fingers.  I bend his cock down so I can play with his balls.
He's smooth, sweaty and slick.  I roll the balls around in my fingers; his
cock's trying to swell.  I watch in fascination as it gets harder in my
hands.  Not as hard as it had been, but still the feel of the long smooth
shaft is incredible.  So spongy, so soft so warm and so smooth; yet getting
harder.

I'm on autopilot.  I feel powerful, feel so powerful, thrusting in to
Brandon, having Brandon beneath me.  I wonder if I'm in control.  Surely I
am.  I feel like I can fuck forever, I would love to - never want to stop.
I've Brandon beneath me.  It is so incredible, so unbelievable, so fucking
great.  I close my eyes and concentrate on feeling my cock glide in an out
of those warm wet walls of muscle.  My fingers gently jerking Brandon's
cock.  I don't know what Brandon is doing and don't really care.

"Babe" I hear the word and slowly open my eyes, Brandon is staring at me,
his arms thrown behind his head, the phone loose on his shoulder.  I pick
up my pace.  My fingers stroke harder and I pump my cock in harder.

Brandon's eyes close and his breath starts coming in gulps.  My fingers
feel wet, I look down and cum is pouring out his cock.  I squeeze his cock
a little harder and press down on his ass, putting more of my weight on
him.

Brandon is moaning softly and I hear muttering from the phone.  My first
fuck - what a trip.  I stare down at his cock and balls glistening from cum
that covers them.  I wonder what cum tastes like.  Wonder if Brandon will
use me like I'm using him, fucking my mouth making me gag; or would he lay
passive and let me devour him.

I don't know which to wish for - harder, thrust harder - lying back and
giving him the option of making it more than sex or - harder, faster,
harder - or just change the way I'm using him.  God I want to love him but
am too scared; I hope he is brave enough for both of us.  Faster - faster -
hold - hold - SON OF A BITCH.