Collision

*** Chapter 7

The next couple of weeks are heaven for Adam. And getting in Trisha’s pants is not the only thing responsible for his uplifted mood.

Oh yes, he finally gets beneath the sheets with that girl. The only disappointment he faces in these couple of weeks is Trisha’s mediocre performance behind closed doors. Brandon expresses shock when Adam complains about Trisha’s lack of ability because Brandon has heard a lot of things about Trisha, and none have been about her lack of anything! Adam is usually not the one to complain, in fact he considers it his duty to be a perfect fuck because after all it is the guy who is technically supposed to be the active partner during intercourse. But he only expects a decent job at sucking his cock, to harden it sufficient enough to plough a sweet pussy, and Trisha fails to live up to her reputation in that department. In the end, Adam finds himself blaming Brandon for that because, fuck, he is sure nobody can match Brandon’s expertise for that one! It’s truly said that guys are better cocksuckers. After all, they know extremely well how things are supposed to work below the belt.

So, Adam lets things be. He’ll go on a date with Trisha, fuck her brains out and then return to Brandon’s place to have his cock sucked, sometimes end up having gay sex with him. He’ll go out on coffees with Brandon, both of them checking out girls and getting all horny. They return back to Brandon’s house and fuck each other’s brain out as they continue to speak their imagination out loud about how they’ll love to pound the sweet pussy of that ‘girl in the coffee house’. Brandon sometimes invites Adam to one of his basketball practices and end up getting jerked off by him in the locker room when everybody leaves.

Adam ends up bringing Brandon to his place on more than one occasion, much to Gary’s displeasure. The four of them watch a footy match, shouting at the television on the top of their lungs. At the end of it Brandon tries his level best to initiate a foursome, much to Riley’s amusement and Gary’s weariness. Adam, not liking the idea of sharing Brandon, drags him inside and fucks him into the mattress (his own this time), the skin slapping skin sound along with their moans so loud that Gary and Riley are forced to leave the dorm, red faced.

Suffice it to say, Adam is practically having sex every other day, a thing very highly appreciated by his dick.
“I really want to watch this movie.” Brandon whispers against Adam’s ear when the latter continues to stroke his hard cock through his sweatpants.
“I am not stopping you.” Adam replies, his hand continuing to rub over Brandon’s clothed cock, but his eyes are glued to the television as fervently as Brandon’s are.
“You’re distracting me.” Brandon whispers again, his lips brushing Adam’s ear this time. He is slumping lazily against Adam, his body slightly aching on movement. He has just returned from a wild orgy, not able to remember how many times he achieved orgasm tonight. His cock is ready yet again, hard beneath his pants, but rest of Brandon’s body is too tired to even move an inch.

“I can suck your cock tonight.” Adam proposes, “Just sit back and relax, you won’t have to do anything.”

Brandon smiles, feeling gratified by the proposal because he knows too well that Adam doesn’t enjoy giving a blow job much. But he knows Brandon was in an orgy tonight and after his date with Trisha, he had full plans to come back and fuck Brandon on the floor of his flat but he instead finds Brandon stumbling inside, not even able to stand straight. Sex can be tiring, very tiring, Adam understands that. But seeing the raging hard cock in Brandon’s sweatpants makes him want to just ease Brandon a bit, without making him exert much. That hard on is bound to be uncomfortable. And they are enough good friends to relieve each other without demanding anything in exchange.

“I really appreciate that.” Brandon sleepily replies, turning to face the television again, “But cumming one more time is just going to make me even weaker. It’ll go down in a bit, don’t worry.”
“Ah, well, your loss.”
Brandon smirks, his dimple lazily making its appearance, “Says the guy who can’t suck cock worth a pound.”
“Hey! I try, alright? Nobody can be as fabulous as you in that department.”
“I know. I have set such a high standard, you don’t even like Trisha going down on you anymore.” Brandon responds, chortling away.

Adam shakes his head, smiling. After a moment of silence, with only the sounds of gun shots emitting from the television, Adam turns towards Brandon.
“Hey, dimpled cheeks?”
“You got to stop calling me that.”
“Are you sure you’re not gay?”

Brandon sits straight, turning towards Adam, his eyes and dimple expressing amusement, “I am pretty sure I am straight.” He responds slowly, “Why the sudden thought?”
Adam shrugs, “Well…you have sex with guys…a lot of guys.”
“I have sex with a lot of girls too.”
“So, bisexual, maybe?”
“Straight through and through.”
“Why?”
“What why?”
“Why do you claim to be straight when you enjoy sex with either gender? And yes, you enjoy sex with guys.”
“You enjoy sex with guys. Are you bi too?”

“Brandon, I only enjoy sex with you. And even with you I don’t thoroughly enjoy sucking your cock or getting my ass pounded. I am credible enough to say that I am straight.”
Brandon sighs, slumping back on the couch again, “I just…” he runs a hand through his hair, “It’s just that…when I think of settling down in the future…and yes, I do think about that, getting married and shit, getting old with a significant another, having kids and whatnot…and when I think of all that, it’s always a girl I envisage my future with.”
“So…bisexual with selective preference for girls?”
Brandon laughs, “Why are you so dead set at making me gay?”

“I am not. I just can’t figure it out, you know? Brandon, I have seen you get off with the feeling of a cock down your throat, that’s not something I can easily label as ‘straight’.”
“That’s because I get off on the pleasure of my partner. When I witness someone getting pleasure from me…well, it’s the hottest thing. Doesn’t matter if it comes at the price of a cock down my throat.”
“You’re definitely bisexual.”
“Goddammit!” Brandon exclaims loudly making Adam jump next to him, “I am not bisexual. It’s not like I do it voluntarily! I can’t help it.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Adam frowns.

Brandon purses his lips, his dimple nowhere in sight. With his unhappy frown, he gets up from the couch, his legs wobbling a little. But he manages and stands straight.
“I think you should leave.”
Adam gawks at him, “What?” he exclaims, “What happened, man?” he gets up from the couch too, “I am sorry if something I said bothered you, I was just talking.”
Brandon rubs a hand down his face. Adam frowns in concern, stepping closer. He has never seen Brandon ever be serious. He never thought Brandon could ever be serious, period.
“Hey,” Adam softly says, grabbing Brandon by his hips, rubbing gently. “What’s wrong?”

Brandon looks up at him, clicking his tongue against his cheek, taking in the concern Adam is bestowing on him.
“Adam…you know, I really, really appreciate you being a friend to me aside from our sexual endeavors. Not many guys, not straight ones at least, ever stick around me except for when having sex.”
Adam gently smiles, his hands firmly grasping Brandon’s hips now, “You’re a great company, man. I don’t-”
“I have satyriasis.”
“What?”
“Satyriasis…it’s-”
“Is it an STD?” Adam asks, alarmed.
“No! It’s…well…it’s me being…hypersexual.”
“…you mean a nymphomaniac?”

“Yeah…but nymphomania is associated with a girl’s hyper sexuality. For men, the technical term is satyriasis.”
“Okay…well, many people are hypersexual these days, it’s not-”
“No,” Brandon interrupts, moving slightly away from Adam, “It’s not the usual hypersexual-ness you see in hormonal guys. Its…its abnormal. Like, if not for the medications I take, I’d be practically having sex with anything in sight. Like, anything.”
“I thought those were your vitamins.”

Brandon gives him a dry look, “I do take mineral supplements, ‘cause cumming as much as I do makes me lose some essential minerals.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“So…let me get this straight. This…this satyriasis…it’s a sexual disorder or a psychological one?”

Brandon sighs, “Psychological.” He grumbles.
“Holy shit.”
“Don’t freak out on me.”
“You have OCD too, man-”
“-That’s very mild.”
“- you thought of going to a therapist or something?”
“I have been down that road, Adam.”

“So, what? Didn’t it help?”
“It did. My therapist, that woman, she was great at handling me. I had come down to having sex only once a day when I was taking my sessions with her.”
“Well, what happened?”
“I fucked her on her table in one of our sessions. That’s what happened.”
“That’s fucking hot.”
“Yeah, she was hot. You would have liked her cock sucking abilities.”

“I was talking of the general idea of fucking your shrink.” Adam says in a dry tone. “The porn industry thrives on such ideas, man!”
Brandon chuckles, his dimple coming back on and relieving Adam. He hates watching Brandon upset.
“Ah, well,” Adam begins again, scratching his head, “I am still up for sucking your cock tonight, if you want?”

Brandon watches Adam, amazed. He spoke the truth when he talked of straight men not lingering around him. They fuck his mouth, his ass, sometimes mutually jerk off and part ways, making sure to never cross paths with Brandon again. And Brandon has always been fine with that. Even when all the friends he can make with his disability are the hookers on the streets and overtly friendly gays, he has always been fine. To have Adam, an almost straight guy, trying to be his friend, hanging around him even when they’re not having sex and taking enough measures to ensure he is not upset makes Brandon feel so uncharacteristically poignant, he steps closer to Adam and kisses him firmly on the lips. The kiss is not sexual, not at all. It is simply a gesture of thanks from Brandon’s side.

Adam smiles into the kiss, his hands moving back to Brandon’s hips. They kiss for a few seconds longer before both of them pull apart.
“Thanks, man.” Brandon says, his cheeks tinted pink, but his dimple still alive.
“It’s okay.” Adam responds, “Just chill. Things can always be worse, right? I mean, you could be a pedophile or something.”
“Well, I did have sex with a twelve year old when I was eighteen-”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” Adam interrupts, stepping even closer, “So, what about that blow job?”

Brandon smirks, “I thought you’d never ask.”