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EPISODE 18 - NEW HOBBY.

What would you do with your time while vacating? Netflix and chills, right? Well, that was totally Brandon's activity as he waited for a call from the numerous companies he applied to. Aside from Netflix, chills and spending quality time with his sister, he also did more cooking. He worked part-time and just for fun in about two restaurants. Trying not to go insane, he became more creative with baking and trying out new dishes. It saddened him that despite his skills, recommendation letter and killing the interviews, none of those companies called him back. What could have gone wrong? Where did he not say the right thing?

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Pacing around the room anxiously, “Nothing yet?” Britney said when she came home.

Brandon shook his head, avoiding her pitying eyes. He didn’t look away from the meal he was decorating while in the kitchen. But, it was hard to keep the confident mask when it had been his sixth job interview that didn’t result in anything but vague promises to call him back. Worsening the issue was that they didn’t call him back.

“I don’t get it,” Britney said, leaning on one elbow, staring keenly at the food. “I was so sure you would get this. I know the energy you poured into getting ready for that job interview and the others. It is almost unfair.”

Brandon shrugged. “I guess there were better candidates,” he said.

His sister made a sound of disagreement.

Feeling a rush of fondness for her, Brandon forced a smile for Britney’s sake. “It’s fine, really,” he said. “I’m not in a hurry to get another job. I have something nice stiff left in my account that can find your tuition and sustain us for a while. Besides, the chef thingy is distracting me too.”

“And that asshole hasn't even called back to check on his cocksucker?” Britney said with a smirk.

Brandon glowered at her but didn’t say anything. He knew Britney just wanted to infuriate him up and take his mind off any depressing thoughts.

Propping herself even lower on her elbow, Britney squinted her eyes, trying to get a good look at what Brandon was making. "Has it come to this? Designing mere food that would be devoured in a matter of seconds? Have you been doing this all day?”

“Not all day,” Brandon said, somewhat defensively. “I also checked out articles to make sure that he really kept his own end of the deal. It turned out that he fulfils every promise. Not as genuinely as he states it, though. But, he tries to anyway.”

Britney rolled her eyes. “I thought we are way past Edward Wilson? He is a terrible person who doesn't deserve your attention. Let it go. Forget about him. Move on.”

“You’re the one who keeps reminding me of him,” Brandon grumbled, even though his heart wasn’t in it. Lately, his heart wasn’t really in anything. He had to admit that ever since he’d quit his job, it was hard to summon much enthusiasm for anything apart from his cooking. He must have gotten so used to the hectic, insane pace of his life as Wilson’s PA, that his normal life seemed… boring now. Dull.

It didn’t help that all his job applications had been rejected, and he had nothing to keep his mind busy with except the cooking. Even though Brandon tried to deny the obvious, he got so deep into his 'work feelings,' for his old company. Truthfully, he was still in denial.

He thought about him only sometimes: only when he saw his expensive suits in his closet or wore the shoes Wilson had paid for. Well, he also thought of him every time he saw his own d**k and classified differences between his and Wilson’s his c**k was just a little shorter, but nowhere near as thick as Wilson’s. The most embarrassing, the weirdest part was, the sight of his own c**k turned him on now. Like, who got turned on at the sight of his own c**k? He was a weirdo, apparently. And then it got worse. He couldn't even get enticed by women anymore. Either he jerked off or he imagined Wilson…

That night, Brandon was watching porn in his bedroom, the door shut and locked to prevent his sister from walking in. His normal routine these days. He needed some quality time with his right hand, so he stripped down and stretched on his back. He looked at the porn. A curvy blonde was touching herself sensually, running her hands over her amazing t**s. It looked so hot. But somehow, it even irritated Brandon. He switched to the gay genre and immediately, he became so hard. He kept staring at the male that had almost the same c**k like that of Wilson. He was endowed, his c**k thick and big, and he wished to…

Brandon’s mouth filled with saliva.

Fuck, he couldn’t look away from that c**k. He nearly whined when the blonde guy licked the head before taking the c**k into his mouth.

Brandon shoved two fingers into his mouth. He moaned around them, his other hand stroking his erection frantically. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted a c**k in his mouth. He wanted a fat c**k stretching his lips.

Brandon looked down at his c**k, his eyes flaming with arousal. He wanted… f**k, he wanted to taste it. Hell, he’d always been very flexible. It was worth a try. He never knew that this part of him existed until Wilson brought it out.

He shoved a pillow under his back and lifted his legs to his head. For a moment, he thought it wouldn’t work, but then his c**k was right there, long and hard. Brandon leaned forward and licked the head, whining at the double sensation. f**k, it felt so good. He took the c**k head into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around it, ignoring the pain in his neck and back.

“Suck it, suck that c**k, yeah,” the porn star said. “You’re such a c**k slut, aren’t you?” The over-the-top lines that normally made Brandon roll his eyes just turned him on now. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking on the head and wishing he could take the c**k deeper, wishing hands were gripping his hair and holding him still as Wilson thrust into his mouth, infuriatingly arrogant and bossy—

He came, moaning around his own c**k weakly. He swallowed his jizz and let his legs fall. Still panting, Brandon stared at the ceiling dazedly. f**k. He was so messed up, more than he realized.