Fear and Courage

Chapter 3-2

Though excruciating to jack so gently, he couldn’t risk waking Brian. Visions filled his head of sucking Brian’s big black c**k, seeing how much he could take down his throat. Practicing time after time with a banana and even experimenting on carrots and cucumbers would never be the same as the real thing. He reached for some tissues as his breathing escalated. He tried to stay quiet and closed his eyes, but imagining Brian f*****g him in different positions caused a soft whimper. Brian would climax in Jim’s ass, and Jim would feel the hot juicy c*m in his hole. He’d revel in it.

So close but not yet there, he increased his fisting speed.

Brian’s soft voice shocked him out of an orgasm. “You don’t have to hide. Just do it.”

Jim’s eyes grew large. He pulled back his hand. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re jacking off again. Why don’t you do it before you come here.” With just the nightlight burning, Brian turned to him. “I think of you a lot. You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend.”

“I think of you a lot.”

Jim said nothing and his c**k throbbed. A minute’s silence seemed like an hour.

Brian rolled toward him, so close the heat of his body brushed Jim’s arm. “Do you want me to finish that for you?”

“Huh?” Oh, God. This must be a dream. He’d dreamed this often enough, right?

“Jim, I’m a queer. I like guys, and I love you. I know you’ll probably hate me now, but I can’t help it.”

Crap! Is this really happening? Sure, he’d thought of it, considering that Brian was sort of fem and maybe he was gay, but hearing it shocked Jim and he felt like he was awake in a dream. He should confess, too, but he couldn’t. He took in a breath and couldn’t speak. Damn, why am I such a f*****g coward?

Brian slipped his hand into Jim’s briefs and fondled his leaking boner. After fantasizing about it for years, Brian was finally stroking his circumcised d**k. So shocked, Jim couldn’t move or talk. His heart pounded and his c**k throbbed. Brian’s hand on his boner, his breath against Jim’s neck—pure heaven. Brian. His Brian. Finally, finally touching him.

Brian lowered Jim’s briefs. Jim wanted to confess. He needed to confess. And he still couldn’t say a word. Jim could barely see the smirk on Brian’s face as he lowered his head. Brian licked his c**k twice. And a third time, taking up the precum. He grinned. Then Brian licked his erection like an ice cream cone, all around, up and down, and played with the slit. Jim felt beside himself with lust. Then Brian took his c**k in his mouth, sucked a bit, and let it go. No! Don’t stop!

With a wry smile, Brian repeated the process. Jim loved seeing his c**k go in and out. His brain and guts needed to explode in excitement and disbelief.

“Brian, I—” He ran out of breath before speaking the critical words.

Brian sucked his d**k more, taking the full length in his mouth, and he kept it up until Jim came.

“Oh, God Brian? Brian!” Jim fisted his hands in Brian’s hair. He arched up and shot, again and again and again, and finally collapsed onto the bed.

Brian swallowed all of it, then removed his own briefs, straddled Jim’s chest, and jacked his uncut c**k, his eyes closed and head thrown back. A moan escaped his lips, and he shot c*m onto Jim’s face, chest, and belly.

Brian rolled off, panting. “Mrs. Guardino said it’s okay that I’m queer. I hope you don’t hate me.”

For some reason, Jim’s brain wouldn’t work. He managed to squeak out, “Hate you? Why would I hate you?”

Their gazes locked. For a small eternity, they simply stared into each other’s eyes, neither saying a word. Talking might break the spell, wake Jim to the awful world where he dreamed of Brian but couldn’t touch him.

Too raw. Too new. But now that he’d crossed the line, there’d be no going back.

He held out his hand, lacing his fingers with Brian’s.