Collision

*** Chapter 6

What a wild fuck is all Brandon can think when he picks up his clothes to leave. It’s very rarely he finds people who can be a match to his stamina in bed and tonight’s girl lived up to his expectations. He kisses the girl goodnight and takes a cab home, his dick hardening again as he contemplates getting another lay for the night. But he is too tired to go on a hunt and too self-conscious to return to that waitress again. Many think its cakewalk to drive down the path of sex and not have people eye you like a crazy person. Brandon is used to with the weird stares and amused reactions but sometimes it becomes too much even for him.

He tries to recall some girls that would be willing to drop by his flat for a quickie at this time of the night but when he reaches home, he realizes he doesn’t need to look for a girl at all.
“The fuck?” he says, but his lips split into a wide grin at the sight of Adam sitting on the floor outside his flat.
“Hello to you too.” Adam responds, getting off the floor. “Where the fuck is your phone?”

Frowning, Brandon pats his back pocket and takes out his phone only to see it’s switched off, “Oops.” He waves the phone at Adam’s face, “Looks like someone died.”
“I want to fuck you.”

Brandon walks right up to Adam’s face, his hands lazily wounding around Adam’s waist, “Whoa, whoa,” he mocks, his dimple alive with that permanent smirk on his face, “Easy, tiger.”
Lips meet lazily, making Adam sigh. Brandon gently pushes Adam till he has him trapped between himself and the door to his flat. He deepens the kiss for a few seconds, his tongue lazily swiping against the edge of Adam’s tongue, and then he pulls back slightly.
“Trish didn’t let you fuck her.”
“She was all for it. I backed out.”

Brandon leans back a little to stare at Adam, “And you came here? That’s fucking hot.”
And so is proven by the rapid swelling of their cocks as they resume their kissing, only at a little wilder pace. They enter the flat but do not stop kissing. For long minutes they continue to dry hump against each other in the entrance corridor, rubbing their clothed throbbing cocks together, licking each other lips, slurping sounds echoing around them.

Brandon pulls back a few moments later, panting, his cock snug against Adam’s, “Let me get this straight.” He rasps out, “You want to have a go at my ass?”
As a response, Adam reaches down and fondles the round flesh of Brandon’s firm ass through his pants, “You have no idea.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Brandon says, his hands rubbing Adam’s enormous hardened cock from the outside of his clothes. “Would your cock hate it if I showered first?”
Adam laughs, “I think my cock would love to shower next to your ass.”

Brandon hesitates, apparently not expecting that answer, but affirmatively responds with a hard, wet kiss to Adam’s lips.
Things get a little less smooth as they walk towards the bathroom. Silence lingers. Even with their cocks retaining its enthusiasm, Adam finds himself uncharacteristically lost as he follows Brandon. The reality settles on him. He is going to have gay sex. Not simple hand jobs, no simple jerking off. Full blown butt pegging, gay sex.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know that, right?” Brandon’s amused voice snaps Adam out of his anxiety.
“What, you don’t my cock?”

Brandon’s dimple deepens. He steps onto the shower cubicle and adjusts the temperature of the water. Once satisfied, he peeks out to see Adam leaning against the door, fully clothed. Brandon grins widely at that.
Stark naked, his cock now semi hard, Brandon leans against the shower cubicle and eyes Adam, “You were way more confident in the beginning.”
“I still am.” Adam objects, “It’s just that…well…I just haven’t ever done it with a guy.”
“Anal sex is anal sex. An ass is an ass, Adam.”
“I know. Jesus, stop getting on my case. Can’t I be a little nervous?”

“As long as it doesn’t affect your cock’s abilities.” And with that remark, a smirking Brandon disappears inside the cubicle. Brandon is quick in cleaning himself up. He is highly amused more than anything at Adam’s…shyness. By the time he is finished, the cubicle door opens and a very naked and a very hard Adam steps in, his eyes lustful, smoldering, his lips parted.
“Hey.” Adam says, his voice husky.

Brandon’s hand automatically seeks its prize, wrapping firmly around the girth of Adam’s cock. He steps closer, familiarly trapping Adam between the shower wall and himself, giving a nice long stroke to the cock in his hand.
“Hi.” He replies, his voice equally husky.

And then they’re kissing, heads angled, eyes closed, the water falling on them, making their kiss proceed too smoothly, so wetly. They stroke each other’s cocks a few times, moaning into each other’s mouth. Getting too horny, too fast, Brandon breaks the kiss and immediately kneels in front of Adam.

“Fuck.” Adam whispers when a moist, warm tongue coils around his cock, causing his dick to positively throb. Brandon continues, his tongue licking every inch of Adam’s length and then swirling around the tip, dipping in the depression of the slit in the cock, minutely tongue fucking it. Adam reacts by running his hand through Brandon’s wet locks and making the man start swallowing his cock. Brandon complies, taking Adam in, going right to the hilt, his nose reaching where Adam’s cock meet his pelvis, his chin rubbing against Adam’s beautiful balls. Brandon pulls back, taking in a much deserved breath before diving in again, deep throating Adam and groaning loudly around the cock in his throat, causing the vibrations to make Adam moan loudly, make him slightly buck into Brandon’s mouth, his hands tightening in Brandon’s tresses. Slowly, Adam starts fucking Brandon’s mouth. Going in and out at a gentle pace. Gentle, until Brandon starts bobbing his head up and down on the cock, deep throating at every stroke and making Adam lose his track of thoughts and buck wildly in the wet mouth.

When Adam becomes a moaning mess, indicating Brandon that he may cum soon if he doesn’t stop, Brandon pulls back. Adam doesn’t complain because he knows that they have a higher aim. So, he instead pulls Brandon up by his arms and crashes his lips to his, kissing hard and tasting himself on him. Groaning, he pushes Brandon till Brandon is the one trapped between the wall and Adam. Adam harshly kisses him, his hands going behind and grabbing a handful of ass-flesh and squeezing. Brandon responds fervently, kissing back with equal passion and moaning when Adam roughly caressed his ass.

When Adam’s hand lands in his ass cleft, rubbing in between the ass cheeks, Adam groans loudly, his leg lifting on its own and hooking around Adam’s pelvis to give him better access. Their cocks become snuggly fit together as Adam continues rub in between his ass crack, his fingers pausing a second too long when they reach the hole. There is no hair, a thing that manages to surprise Adam through the lustful haze. But then Brandon is squeaky hairless everywhere, except for the dark dusting of hair on his fore arms and legs.

Adam detaches his lips from Brandon and starts sucking in on the wet skin of Brandon’s throat up to his shoulder. He continues to rub his finger around Brandon’s hole, both of them having the shower still running on them. The sensation of Adam’s fingers playing around his asshole turns on Brandon so much, his whole body flushes a bright red, his lips part in a silent moan constantly as he continues to buck back and forth, causing his cock to rub against another on one side, while pressing down on the fingers on the other.
Adam has never seen Brandon so thoroughly…turned on. He looks positively dazed, his skin a shade of red Adam has never seen before. It hardens Adam’s cock even more. He bends down and takes one honey colored nipple into his mouth.

“Oh!” Brandon exclaims, bucking wildly back and forth now, the sensation of a wet, hot mouth on his sensitive nipples and an equally wet, warm finger teasing his sensitive hole becoming too much for him.

When Adam tries to breach his hole, pressing his finger inside, Brandon stops him, “Lube.” He pants. He wildly waves his hand, moving sideways, dragging Adam with him, never letting their tangled bodies detach. He reaches the shelf on which he always keeps his sexual things ready, never too sure of when he’d need them. They come in handy tonight. Brandon grabs the small bottle of lube and a condom, continuing to pant because Adam still had his lips attached to Brandon’s nipple, sucking on them, subtly bucking his hips forward as well.
With the commodities in hand, Brandon stops Adam from assaulting his nipples and kisses him, their tongues tangling with one another.

Adam doesn’t realize when Brandon opens the bottle of lube, spreading generous amounts on his hands. So much trapped in the salacious state, he only notices that when he feels a slicked hand thrusting between their bodies and reaching for his cock. Brandon rubs his lubed hand up and down on Adam’s cock, the lubrication causing Adam to groan loudly into their kiss. Adam breaks the kiss and looks down at the shiny hand jerking him off. Soon his own hand joins the hand below, getting it equally slick as they begin to jerk off Adam’s cock together.

A second later, Adam’s now slicked hand moves behind Brandon, reaching directly for its aim.

“Ungh,” Brandon yelps suddenly as a long, thick perfectly lubed finger enters him, going deep inside in one go. He buries his head in the crook of Adam’s neck, panting as the finger begins to thrust. Brandon finds himself thrusting his pelvis back as a second finger joins in on the fun. Since he is not an ass-virgin, Adam faces little problem in loosening him up. Soon, he has three fingers inside Adam, plunging in deep with wild thrusts, his tongue swirling around the shell of Brandon’s ear that is bright red and right in front of him. Brandon’s leg, that was hooked around Adam’s hip, begins to slide down as he becomes mindlessly incoherent, getting thoroughly ravished by the fingers fucking him.

“Adam,” Brandon whispers, lifting his head away from Adam’s neck, “I need your cock.”
Adam’s cock is about to burst with pleasure and it hasn’t even gotten into this sweet ass. He gives one lingering kiss to Brandon before turning him around. Brandon immediately braces himself, hands placed wide apart on the shower wall, his ass jutting outwardly in a provocative manner. Adam bends to pick up the condom and the bottle of lube that Brandon had dropped while undergoing mind numbing pleasure. He has the condom on him in record time and takes an even shorter time to rub a little lube over the condom. He then snuggles against Brandon’s back, his hands groping the firm ass cheeks jutting out for him. Brandon gives a low moan. Adam kisses his back, right in between his shoulder blades as he pushes his rock hard cock inside Brandon’s ready, tight asshole.

“AH, yes!” Brandon moans, his back arching as his asshole gets filled. He can feel every inch of hard cock inside his ass, sliding in and in till it brushes past his prostate. Brandon hangs his head, his muscles rigid, a constant rumbling moan echoing from the back of throat.
Adam pauses when he has his cock balls deep inside Brandon. He rotates his hips a bit, trying to make Brandon get accustomed, which is not entirely necessary from what he can guess from Brandon’s constant moans. So instead Adam focuses on not bursting his nut early, because Brandon is tight and hot through and through. Adam can even feel Brandon flexing his anal muscles once in a while, silently urging Adam to start fucking him.

And Adam starts doing that. His first few thrusts are a little slow but eventually pick up pace, groaning when Brandon would involuntarily suck his cock in. Adam wound his hand around Brandon, reaching up to his pecs till he has each nipple in his hand. And then he starts wildly bucking.

“Uh, hmph, uh, ungh,” Brandon utters the moan at Adam’s every strong thrust. The hands on his nipples and the cock rubbing his prostrate are becoming too much and too little at the same time. He starts pushing his ass backwards, trying to match Adam’s enthusiasm, fucking himself on the hard cock.

“Oh, yes.” He hears Adam say as he pushes his ass back, “Take my cock.”
Brandon groans and soon they’re wildly bucking together, Adam practically mounting Brandon and fucking the living daylights out of him. He’d change his pace, sometimes doing deep strokes, pushing in so hard at every thrust and other times fucking fast, delivering a number of quick thrusts in one go.

“Ungh, harder!” Brandon pants, his head thrown back on Adam’s shoulder, his hips moving on their own accord.
Adam runs his tongue along the inside of Brandon’s ears, behind his ear and down through the line of his neck, latching onto one of his sweet spots. His one hand rubs Brandon’s right nipple while the other travels south, moving through his abs, right to the hard cock bouncing on its own. Adam wraps his hand around the leaking cock and starts jerking it at the pace of his own thrusts inside Brandon’s hole.

“Jesus!” Brandon curses, his back flexing attractively as the pleasure becomes too much. “I am cumming!” his warning comes only a second prior to his whole body going rigid in Adam’s arms, his cock throbbing, pulsing before it starts shooting ropes of cum on the wall in the front. Adam continues to fuck his ass, harder now, drawing out his orgasm and reaching his own peak as soon as Brandon finishes.

“Oh fuck.” He pants, his hips jerking as his cock swells and he lets his seed pop inside Brandon’s ass, filling up the condom.
Both the boys breathe heavily, Brandon slightly hissing when Adam pulls out. But Adam doesn’t move away. He wraps his hands around Brandon’s waist, his forehead resting against the back of Brandon’s neck, breathing deeply, trying to calm his heart. A good thing too because, fuck, Brandon’s legs are shaking and he is sure if not for the hands around his waist, keeping him upright, he wouldn’t be standing right now.

“Fuck.” He says, his hands on the wall in front for additional support, “I think…I think I need to sit down.” And true to his words, his legs start giving out at that moment.
Adam tightens his hold around his waist, preventing their fall, keeping Brandon upright. He chuckles breathily, lifting his head to rest it on Brandon’s shoulders, his lips brushing against his ear, “And I think,” he says, his voice deep and husky, “I am in love with your ass.”