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When You Least Expect By Josh Blake
Chapter 2
As I put away the rest of my carwash supplies, I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about how fast things were going with Braden. I'd sent the young stud around to the deck while I put everything away. I told him I'd be out in a few minutes with some soft drinks, or "Coke" as we call it in the South. It doesn't matter whether it's Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, or even Sprite, we are going to call it Coke! Some things just are what they are.
As I walked through the house, Alabama Governor Kay Ivey was on TV giving an update on the state of the Coronavirus pandemic in Alabama.
"We are doing everything we can to slow the spread...," she spoke in her thick, Alabama drawl. I had the pleasure of meeting her once. She seemed nice enough. Folks around her like her well enough. Of course, folks around here like any politician with an `R' beside their name.
I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a couple Cokes, then headed out the back door. Braden had chosen a chair in the corner, and was sprawled back with his arms behind his head. His hairy pits were on full display. I handed him one of the Cokes as I fought the urge to stick my nose right in that hairy pit.
"Thanks, man," he said as he popped the top on his coke. "Vanilla Coke. I haven't had these in years. I used to love them, but my mom stopped buying them because she said they have too much sugar."
"You definitely have to watch that," I said. "I try to limit myself to one every couple days."
"You have a really nice place here, man. It looks like you do a good job of keeping things neat. I assume you live alone?"
"Yeah, it's just me. Haven't met the right person yet to have anyone living here with me."
"So you're looking then?" He flashed me another toothy grin. Damn this kid was pushing all my buttons.
"I didn't say that," I said with a grin. "But, if the right guy came along, I might be tempted after a while."
"I knew it! I knew you were gay! I've had straight guys check out my bod before, but they don't practically drool over me like you do."
"Well, okay then Mr. Smarty Pants. What about you? You're definitely laying it on thick here for a straight guy. It sure feels like you're trying to make something happen!"
Braden sighed. He was quiet for a moment and looked like he was searching for words. I'd finally said something to make him question things. The arrogant, cocky attitude was gone, for now anyway.
"Yeah man, I guess I'm a fag too. I've spent years trying to hide it. I dated girls. Fucked most of them. But they never did anything for me. I had to picture some hot dude the whole time I was fucking their sloppy pussy. Have you ever fucked a pussy?"
"Yeah, I have," I admitted. "It was not my favorite thing to do."
"And have you ever tried eating a girl's pussy? It's the grossest thing I've ever done. I was dating this cheerleader named Emily senior year. She wanted to suck my dick. I let her, but she couldn't keep her teeth off of it long enough to get me hard, much less make me cum. I finally had to jerk off thinking about my buddy Tyler's tight ass." He was laughing by this point. I was also starting to see a little tent in his shorts.
Braden continued.
"After it was over and I finally shot my load, she wanted me to return the favor. What guy doesn't like eating pussy, she said. So I did. She moaned and hollered and said I was doing a great job. I was just trying to keep from throwing up."
"Damn man, you really did try to act straight," I said.
"That was the last time I did anything with her. I broke it off right before graduation. She cried for a week, then her daddy had the nerve to call my mom and complain about how I treated his daughter."
"That in itself is enough explanation for why I'm gay," I said with a laugh.
Braden wanted to know more about me, so I explained a little about myself. I'm a high school assistant principal. I started out my career as a teacher at Benton High School, but it was too close to home. I wanted to have fun when I wanted to, and working so close made it hard. Being in a small town, everyone talked. People had made up their mind that I must be gay because I was single and didn't date girls. It may have been the 2000s, but it was still Alabama, and gay people were not treated well. Especially those working in education. I'd never even think about doing anything with a student, but that didn't matter. At the end of that year, I turned in my resignation and took a job an hour away. It ended up being the best thing I had ever done. I got the chance at a promotion to assistant principal a couple years ago, and I love what I do.
"Wow man, it's so cool that you are an assistant principal! I'm working on becoming a teacher!"
"That's awesome, Braden! What subject?" "I'm majoring in math education. I also want to coach track, or maybe baseball."
"With that mix, you will never want for a job. There is always demand for math teachers and coaches," I said.
"So, since we are doing this, tell me about yourself. Who is Braden?" I wanted to know a little more about this boy I am apparently getting to know, whether I like it or not.
"Well, my full name is Braden Seth Howell. I graduated from Benton High School in 2018, but I told you that already. I was on the track team, and I try to stay in shape by running. I also played baseball. I have a younger brother named Austin. He's 16 and he goes to Benton. We live with our parents, just a couple streets over, actually. I've been at Benton State University for the last two years, majoring in math, but I already told you that. I joined a fraternity because everyone else was doing it, and it's actually fun. I've met some cool guys."
"I bet you have," I said with a smile. "Probably some really hot guys, too!"
"Oh yeah! Some of my frat brothers are hot as hell! That's actually how I knew about you."
"What are you talking about," I asked, confused. "Well, one of my frat brothers, Wes, drives a new Mustang. It's pretty distinctive. One day on my run, I saw it parked here."
I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, but I told him to continue.
"To start with I figured he as fucking some girl that lived here. I had never really looked before to see who lived here, and I guess since you were at work most of the time, I really hadn't seen you outside. So I asked him about it. I was giving him a hard time saying things like how tight was her pussy, does she give good head, shit like that."
"You're still trying to play the straight guy, huh?"
"Have to man. So anyway, usually Wes is willing to talk about is fucks. He gives details. Except he didn't want to talk about why he was here or anything. He changed the subject every time I brought it up. Finally, he told me that he downloaded Grindr because someone told him guys give the best head. I almost died. I wanted to tell him that if he wanted head from a dude I'd do it any day. But Wes is straight. Apparently he got on Grindr and you agreed to blow him."
"Yep, I remember Wes. He had a great cock. But right in the middle of me giving him what I thought was a great blow job, he freaked out on me. He jumped up, pulled up his pants, and said he had to go. I think it was too much for him that a guy was sucking his cock."
"That sounds about right. It's one of the only times I've seen Wes that tore up. He said he was only telling me because I'm his friend and he had to tell someone. He said he prayed about it and asked for forgiveness."
"So that still doesn't explain why you are here now," I reminded him.
"Well, after that, I made a point to run down this street every day. I wanted to see who was here. I half expected some old pawpaw out here, but then I saw you. I've always had a thing for guys a little older than me, but I don't want someone who could be my dad."
"So you're here hoping you'll get lucky?"
"Well, that wouldn't be all bad, would it?" The arrogant, cocky guy was back, and I liked it.
I was sitting a few feet away from Braden, trying to maintain social distancing. Governor Ivey said we have a civic duty to do it. We have to stop the spread, I thought. But suddenly I wanted, no needed, to be close to this boy. This gorgeously handsome boy. With the dark brown hair, no longer damp from sweat, the well-formed, but not bulging pecs, nipples surrounded by a little hair, somewhat of a six-pack, and that happy trail leading into his running shorts, then the strong, hairy legs. I needed him. I needed all of him. I moved to the chair next to him. Neither of us spoke. No words needed to be said. I reached out and placed my hand on his knee. I left it there, just to make sure this was okay. Apparently it was, as he just kept looking me in the eye. Part of me was waiting on him to yell `psych!' and run away. But he didn't. Instead his head moved closer to mine. I could smell him. Pure boy. Pure musk. This boy needed a shower, but at the moment, his stink was giving me the biggest hard on I've had in months. Our lips met. Then our tongues met. This boy was a great kisser. I was loving every second of it.
Suddenly, we heard a shrill scream from across the street. "Come here, Tinkerbell! TINKERBELLLLLL!!!" It was my nosy, elderly neighbor Margie. She had apparently let her dog get out again. The stupid mutt probably ran away. I'd run away, too.
Margie's yelling jolted us back to reality. But neither of us was ready for this to end.
"Let's take this inside," I whispered. I took his hand. It was slightly moist. He seemed to be nervous. So was I.
I lead him through the back door, into the kitchen, through the living room, and back to the master bedroom. The TV was still on. Governor Ivey had been replaced with one of the talking heads on the president's Coronavirus task force. "We hope to have a vaccine by next summer," the talking head said.
"Let me turn this garbage off," I said as I reached for the TV remote.
We made our way back to the master bedroom.
"Sorry it's so messy. I wasn't expecting company," I said.
"You should see my room right now," he laughed. "My mom won't even go in it because of the smell!"
I thought to myself how much I would love to go into Braden's room. Maybe I'll get the chance one day.
"There's something you need to know," Braden said.
"What is it? Tell me," I said with concern.
"I've never done this before, really. With a guy, I mean. I've done stuff with girls, like I said. But this is the first time I've had the chance to do it with a guy...like I've always wanted to."
"Seriously? I'd think a hot young stud like you would get it anytime he wanted it."
"Well, I've never had the nerve to be real. I mean me and my brother have messed around a little before. But nothing like this."
"You'll have to tell me more about that some other time," I said, intrigued. "But for now, I have other plans."
Our lips met once again. As we continued making out, I pushed him back on the bed and crawled over him. His scent was strong, and it was turning me on.
Braden pulled away a little and said "Man, I reek. Are you sure this isn't too much? I didn't think I'd be doing this when I went out for my run. I know I need a shower."
"Can I tell you something, I asked."
"Of course you can. What is it?"
"Your smell is driving me crazy. I know it's supposed to be gross and I'm supposed to want you to take a shower, but I'm so insanely horny right now. I just want to bury my face in your ripe pits."
"Well then who am I to stop you?" That cheeky grin was back.
I buried my face into his left armpit. While it was no longer wet, the copious amount of hair was still damp. I could smell his deodorant, which had long since worn off. Dove for Men. I love that scent. I sniffed, licked, and nuzzled his armpit until the scent was practically gone. Then I moved on to his right pit, not before stopping to suck on each of his nipples. This was met with a moan of pleasure from Braden
"Oh yeah man! I love when you lick my tits. Do that again please," he moaned.
After I cleaned his right pit and all the smell was gone, I began my journey south. I kissed my way down his body, licked his cute little innie belly button, then proceeded down to his gray running shorts. But instead of pulling them down, I skipped them all together. I had other plans.
I picked up Braden's right leg, which as hanging over the edge of the bed. First, I massaged his hairy calf muscle with my fingers. His legs felt so good to my roaming fingers. Then, I pulled off first his right shoe, then his left. That left him in his black, no-show socks, which I could feel were still damp. I pulled them off, one at a time. Many guys his age have horrible foot odor. Braden, on the other hand, had very little foot odor. I took my time with each foot, starting with the right one. I held his foot up to my face, rubbed it on my cheeks, and even sucked his toes into my mouth.
"Oh my God. I've never had anyone do that before. It feels so good." I had his big toe in my mouth when he said that.
Braden's feet, just like the rest of his body, were beautiful. There was a light dusting of dark hair on top of his foot, and a few hairs on his toes. His toenails were well groomed and clean, and his feet were very appealing to all of my senses. I continued to suck on and lick the toes on both of his feet, which resulted in frequent moans of pleasure. Looking up, I saw a massive tent in his shorts.
"It sure looks like someone is enjoying this," I said with a smile
"Dude, you got me so turned on right now. I can't even stand it. I have to jerk off." He put his hands down his shorts to take care of the huge boner he had.
I quickly slapped his hands away. "No! I have plans for that!"
I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. Braden raised his ass up off the bed to allow me to pull them down and off his legs and feet. That left him in only his underwear. Today's underwear of choice was a pair of light gray Hanes boxer briefs. I leaned in and took a good whiff of Braden's crotch through his underwear. There was definitely some funk going on here, but his scent was intoxicating to me. I had to have more.
Just as I had with the shorts, I reached for the waistband and he raised his butt up for me to pull them down. As his underwear slid down his legs and off his feet, I was immediately surprised by two things: Braden was uncircumcised, and he had a full bush of pubic hair. His balls were trimmed, but everything else was in its natural state.
"Wow." That was the only word I could think of at the moment.
"What's wrong man? I know I'm uncut. It's gross, I know. And I probably need to shave..."
"NO!" I yelled before he could finish his sentence. You don't need to change anything. I love uncut dicks, and I love a nice bush. Most guys your age shave everything bald. I don't like it."
Braden laughed. "Yeah, my mom watched a video of a baby boy being circumcised before I was born and said she couldn't stand the thought of putting me through that. My brother isn't circumcised either."
"Remind me to write your mom a thank you note," I laughed.
"Ha ha. You can tell her in person one day. And I don't shave because it feels so weird. Once, when I was like 13, I borrowed my mom's razor and shaved what little hair I had off. It burned so bad because I didn't know you had to use shaving gel or anything. I walked funny for a few days."
"That's awful man! I just love the way it looks. I think all guys should grow their pubes out."
As I was saying all that, I had started stroking Braden's cock. It was quickly growing to its full potential, which I later found out was a respectable 6.5 inches. It was also pretty thick. I'd have to measure later. Now some people might complain about that size. My experience over the years has been that a cock much above 6 inches is hard to manage (pun intended). I can comfortably fit a 6.5 inch cock in my mouth (or ass) for a longer period of time, bringing me and the other guy much more pleasure in the long run.
I pulled back Braden's foreskin, exposing the moist head of his cock. It was apparent that he hadn't showered today. There was a little bit of smegma on his cock head. I have always loved the deep, pink head that uncut guys usually have. That comes from not being exposed to all of the elements and rubbing that us cut guys have to deal with. I enveloped his magnificent cock in my mouth, which elicited moans of approval from Braden. The flavor was heady, and slightly tangy, due to it being unwashed. I loved it.
"Oh yeah man. Suck that cock. Put your tongue in my pee hole. Oh yeah man, right there. That's good. Soo good."
I continued to suck and pleasure this gorgeous, naked boy in my bed. Precum was flowing from his piss slit, and I was enjoying the salty taste it provided. He was definitely a leaker. I took my mouth off his cock and moved down to his balls. His balls were about the size of the large grapes that us southerners know as scuppernongs. This is one place that I was thankful for his trimming of hair. I love sucking balls, but I hate getting hair in my mouth. The sounds he was making told me that he approved of my work here as well. As my tongue continued to work its way down to his taint, so did my nose. The smell here was definitely stronger, and it moved me even closer to my next target.
"Turn over," I said. "Put your elbows on the bed and your ass up in the air." "Ummm, I'm not really ready to get fucked today, dude."
"Who said anything about fucking? You're going to like this. I promise."
Braden turned over and awarded me with a sight that I think will forever be ingrained in my memory. Like the rest of his body, Braden's ass cheeks were mostly hairless. His crack, which as naturally spreading itself open, was lined in both sides by dark hair. Right in the center was the object of my desire. Braden's cute little pink asshole was outlined by dark hair, which made for a stark contrast in its appearance. For a moment, I was pretty sure his hole winked at me as if to say take a closer look!
Take a closer look I did. But look was not all I was doing. As Braden's cheeks spread, this allowed his natural scent to permeate the room. Now, if you don't already know this, there is a certain scent that a young man's ass crack releases. I don't know if it's pheromones, sweat, or a combination of both, but the scent is usually intoxicating to me. It is a completely different scent than pit or ball sweat. It is unmistakably the ass scent of a young man.
I used my hands to spread his cheeks wider. I put as much of my face directly in his damp, hairy crack as I could. I needed to get as close to the source of the smell as possible. Meanwhile, my cock was soaking my underwear with my precum. I was afraid if I touched it I'd explode.
As my tongue touched his pucker, I heard him inhale sharply.
"Just relax, man. You're going to like this."
"It's just that I've never done this before. I'm afraid I'm not clean enough."
"You are very clean man. Stop worrying about that and just enjoy it. I know I'm going to."
I swirled my tongue around his puckered hole. Ran it up and down his crack. I licked down his taint to his balls, then back up again. I used my tongue as a spear to get as far inside his hole as possible. I was in heaven, and based on the grunts and moans, so was Braden. The smell, although less potent, was still lingering. No doubt I'd be able to smell it on my upper lip for hours. That would undoubtedly induce a second or even third orgasm for me later on. I reached down into my shorts and started stroking my own cock. My other hand was stroking Braden's cock in a milking fashion as my face continued to be buried in the teen's funky crack.
"I'm not going to last long, man. I'm close."
I flipped him back over, and dove down on his cock again. The amount of precum this boy produced was crazy. I knew I'd have to change the sheets based on the huge wet spot he leaked while I was milking him.
"Lift your legs," I instructed.
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll see. Just lift them."
He did as he was told, and my finger found his hole, still moist from the rim job I had just given him. The moisture, plus the relaxation the rim job provided, allowed me to easily slip a finger inside his anus.
"I don't know about this man. Aren't guys supposed to douche or something before anything goes in there?"
"Well, some guys do," I explained. "But it is usually unnecessary. Do you have to shit right now?"
"No."
"When was the last time you took a shit?"
"This morning before my run."
"Then you should be fine. But you also need to understand that any guy who is willing to go near this part of a man's body has to understand what its primary purpose is. If you're not okay with sometimes coming in contact with a little shit or getting a little messy, then you probably don't need to play in that place."
"That makes sense, man. I'm so close to cumming." Braden was stroking his cock again.
I continued to push my finger up into his rectum. He was indeed clean inside. He had nothing to worry about. I pushed in as far as I could until I felt my intended target: his prostate. As I rubbed his prostate in a fucking motion with my finger, I returned my mouth to his cock. I could tell he wasn't going to last long.
"Oh man, oh oh oh yes. That is sooooo gooood. Fuck me!!!! Oh gawd yes oh yes."
I could feel his prostate pulsing. He was close.
"I'm cumming man. Here it comes!"
As his asshole clamped down on my finger, my mouth was filled with his cum. Every guy's cum tastes different, but Braden's cum had to be some of the best I have tasted. The sweet, yet acrid flavor lingered in my mouth even after I had swallowed it. I counted at least 8 shots of cum before his orgasm subsided. Once he came down from his orgasm, I eased my finger out of his bottom. It was mostly clean.
"Oh man, I don't remember the last time I came like that. If I ever did," Braden said.
"You mean you never came like that with Emily?" I asked with a grin.
"Don't mention that bitch again. She couldn't suck dick if her life depended on it, he laughed."
"So now I need to get a look at your cock. I haven't given head before, but I'm ready to try!" Braden was enthusiastic about getting his first taste of cock.
"Well, unfortunately, I got a little excited while I was eating your ass. I came in my pants."
"You liked eating my ass that much?"
"Fuck yes I did! I'd eat it all the time if I could."
"Well, you can eat it anytime you get ready! Oh fuck, where is my phone?"
"I think you put it down in the kitchen. Go clean up in the bathroom and I'll grab it for you," I said.
I picked up Braden's phone, which activated his screen. I wasn't trying to be nosy, but there were a lot of missed calls and messages from `Mom.' I walked into the bedroom and handed him his phone. He had put his shorts back on and was working on his shoes.
"Oh dammit. I knew she'd be trying to get me." Just then, the phone rang again. "Fuck. It's her."
"Hello? Yes mom, I'm fine. I was out running and ran by Tyler's house. He was outside so I stopped by for a little bit. His mom made cookies and made me eat some. Yes. I know I've been gone a long time. My phone died. I just recharged it. I'm coming now. Okay. Bye."
"You lied to your mom," I said.
"Well, what was I supposed to do. Did you want me to tell her that my new friend Josh had has face buried in my asshole?"
"I take it she doesn't know you're gay?"
"No one does. Except you now, I guess. I gotta run man. Thanks for that. That was awesome." He leaned in and kissed me on the lips again. This kiss didn't last as long as the previous ones, but it was hot nonetheless.
I walked him to the front door and watched as he ran down the street, away from my house. Away from me. I locked the door. Suddenly, the house felt lonely in a way it hadn't felt in a long time. I had long since adjusted to living alone and being alone in general. I was usually able to push away the feelings of loneliness. The feelings of self-loathing, of not being good enough. Most people can't break through that. Braden had managed to get to me. This felt like more than just a hookup. I know I'm crazy. This kid probably just wanted to get his rocks off. But that kiss. And the way he looked me in the eyes when we were on the deck. Fuck it. I need a beer. Fuck the beer. I'm going for straight tequila. That'll get my mind back where it needs to be. Back where shit like this doesn't come up...except when you least expect it.
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