"Fuck!"
Brandon slumped back with a groan. "God damn, you know how to suck cock."
Lonnie raised his head from Brandon's lap and made a show of swallowing the remainder of Brandon's load. "I love sucking you."
"That fucking mouth of yours is gonna give me a fucking heart attack."
Lonnie snickered, then planted a kiss on the end of Brandon's cock. He let it fall and it slapped heavily against Brandon's thigh, totally sated. Lonnie smiled, congratulating himself on a job well done. He planted a soft kiss on Brandon's belly.
"C'mere," Brandon growled. He grabbed Lonnie and pulled him forward. Lonnie straddled Brandon, planting his knees on each side of his hips. Oh, fuck yeah. Lonnie had never sat on Brandon like this before. He liked the view of the younger man sitting on his spent cock. He wondered briefly what it would feel like to have Lonnie ride him.
Brandon spit into his palm and grabbed Lonnie's dick. He slid his hand up and down, twisting and turning, slow and steady. Brandon had done this enough over the past few days to know exactly how Lonnie liked it. Lonnie arched his back and braced his hands on Brandon's thighs. Brandon's other hand roamed up and down Lonnie's tight little body. His tiny nipples were hard and pointy. Brandon wondered if Lonnie liked them played with. He reached up and pinched one of the little brown nubs. He flicked his thumb back and forth across it and Lonnie bucked up into his hand. 'That answers that question,' Brandon thought with a smirk.
"Brandon, oh god, Brandon," Lonnie moaned. His whimpers and moans grew louder and higher pitched. His body went rigid and started to shake uncontrollably.
Brandon knew that he was about to shoot. Lonnie's body was so responsive, so predictable, so in tune to his touch. When Lonnie was about to come, he shook so hard that Brandon thought he might just shake himself apart one of these times. He could make the boy come so easily with a lethal combination of twists, turns and tweaks. All from Brandon's hand. Brandon wondered if Lonnie's previous lovers did this for him, did it this good for him. He refused to think about them, touching Lonnie's lithe and delicate body. The thought of anyone else's hands on Lonnie pissed him off.
Brandon continued to stroke Lonnie's cock steadily while he tweaked the boy's nipple. He was about to lose it. Any second now...
Lonnie drew in a sharp gasp and thrust up into Brandon's hand, fucking the slick fist. "Daddy, I'm coming!"
Pearly white strings of jizz spurted all over Brandon's chest. It covered his stomach and spilled down his hand.
The release was clearly intense. Lonnie drew in deep gasps of air, his whole body shuddering and heaving. Brandon couldn't help but chuckle and Lonnie laughed with him.
"Oh!" Lonnie grabbed Brandon's wrist, stilling his hand with a hiss. Brandon still managed to swipe his hand up Lonnie's dick once more, twisting around the head as he stroked up. "Oh god!" Lonnie cried out as his body convulsed. He yanked Brandon's hand away from his raw, over-sensitive dick.
"Wow, you're good at that," he said with a happy sigh.
"Had a lot of practice, cupcake," Brandon chuckled as he made a 'jerk off' motion with his messy fist.
Lonnie leaned down and kissed Brandon. "I like when you call me cupcake," he whispered against the bigger man's lips.
Brandon kissed Lonnie back until Lonnie pulled away to take a breath. Brandon was holding his spunky hand out, trying not to let it touch anywhere. Brandon looked at his hand and snickered. His cupcake had a cream center. Images of Twinkies ran through Brandon's head. Nope, Lonnie was no Twinkie. He was definitely a cupcake. His cupcake.
Lonnie grabbed the slimy hand and brought it up to his mouth. He stared into Brandon's eyes while he sucked and licked it until it was clean.
Brandon watched him with a wide-eyed lusty stare and that made Lonnie smirk with glee. Brandon may be confused about his sexuality, but there was no denying what made the man hot.
Lonnie let out a soft sigh, then happily snuggled against Brandon and laid his head down on the big man's furry chest, not caring that he was laying in puddles of his own cooling spunk.
After a moment's hesitation, Brandon's arms slipped around him, holding him tight.
Brandon swallowed but didn't speak. The feelings coursing through him were so confusing.
For the past five days, he had come to Lonnie every night. They shared dinner together, talking and laughing, getting to know each other more and more. Lonnie was so easy to talk to. Brandon told Lonnie personal things he didn't normally share, even telling him details about his marriage and the subsequent failure. He found himself spilling out things he never even told Ben, like how humiliated he was by Ginny walking out on him, how he felt like a total failure. Even though their marriage was completely dysfunctional, it still bruised his ego.
They talked about his mom and having to put her in a home when she got sick, and how hard it was to walk away and leave her there. He even told Lonnie about how he bawled like a baby as soon as he found himself alone in his truck. He never told a single soul about that. Lonnie had put his hand on Brandon's and held it, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes.
They talked about his remodeling business and how it was struggling in the economy. They weren't in danger of going under, but he really hoped the flip would bring them a new source of revenue. He had ten full-time employees to take care of.
It wasn't just one way, Brandon unloading everything onto Lonnie. Lonnie also talked about growing up always feeling a little different. The white kids didn't like him because he wasn't white enough. The Asian kids didn't like him because he didn't speak Japanese and was too American. And not only did he not look like the other kids, but he also struggled with his sexuality for a long time. He grew up being called 'sissy' and then later 'fag'. He came to terms with being gay in his late teens and came out to his mom after he graduated from high school, but he just couldn't tell his dad. He loved his dad, but he always made him feel inadequate.
