My indiscretion with Brannon, Part four. The final chapter.
I thought I had gotten everything I would get from my 17-year-old neighbor. He had let me suck him off, fucked my ass and even let me fuck him.
Then the night after I fucked him, there was a knock on the door, this time it was earlier, 10 p.m. It was Brannon...
"Hey, Will," he said. "What's up?"
I didn't admit that I had been checking out porn on the computer, but instead said that I was just watching television. I invited him.
"My parents are leaving for several days for a family emergency," he said. "They say that I don't have to go, but don't want to leave me home alone. They want to know if I can stay with you."
"Are you serious?" I asked. A sly smile crossed his face and he said that he was deadly serious. He said that they were leaving that night and his dad was going to come down in a minute to see if it was okay.
I talked to Brannon's dad for several minutes and told them that it was no problem for Brannon to stay with me. He could sleep in my son's bed upstairs, I said. His dad thanked me and then left. Brannon shot me a smile before he left. He returned ten minutes later with clothes and other stuff and together we said goodbye to his family.
Brannon and I stepped inside to my apartment. As I was locking the door, he came up behind me, rubbed his cock against my ass and started sucking on my neck. I quickly made sure that all the blinds were shut in the living room and then grabbed my young lover and threw him to the floor.
We played around for a bit, but both wanted the same thing. We didn't waste time getting to the actual event. We quickly removed our clothes and Brannon got down on all fours.
"Fuck me, man," he said. I didn't need a second invitation. I crawled behind him lubed up his ass and my cock and then slid it in.
"Oh, yeah!" he moaned. The passion and lust level was high for the both of us and I fucked him hard. I slammed into his ass as he both cried out. It was a short session this time and when I came I shot my load into his ass.
We collapsed on the floor next to each other. I put my arm around him and drew him close. He snuggled up against me and we fell asleep that way.
I woke up a few hours later with Brannon on top of me, riding my cock. I fucked him that way for close to an hour, I then had him lay on his side. I lifted his leg into the air and I fucked him like that for another hour. I came in his ass again and he shot his load onto the carpet.
We crawled into bed and went to sleep. We woke late the next morning, and I made him breakfast. We didn't finish the food, this time I fucked his ass doggystyle on the kitchen table.
We spent the day in a different town where nobody knew us and we could hold hands and be with each other.
That night we made love again. This time it was more loving and gentle than lustful. With Brannon on his back, his legs in the air I slowly and gently fucked him over the course of two hours. I held my cum, while he came twice before I was finished.
When I couldn't hold it any longer, Brannon asked me to shoot my load in his face. I stroked my cock and shot my cum in his face and he ate it. He came a third time, returning the favor and letting me eat his cum.
As we lay next to each other, with him in my arms, he leaned over and kissed me. I returned the kiss and our lips met for several minutes. I realized that I had fallen in love with the young man, something I had never done with a man before. I knew it wouldn't last, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
For the time Brannon stayed with me we fucked often. My wife and family returned home before Brannon went home and we still managed to find time to be together. My wife figured out the truth and wasn't too upset, just warned me to be careful.
When Brannon's parents returned home, we were given horrible news. Brannon's dad said that they were moving to Arizona. His father was sick and needed him to take over the family business. They were leaving in less than a week.
Brannon and I found the time to share several more moments together. The last time we made love we were both filled with sadness. I tried to hold in my feelings, but couldn't.
"I love you, Brannon," I said.
"I love you, too," he admitted to my shock. He said that he would be back eventually, but I knew he wouldn't. He swore to call me and email me, but I knew he wouldn't. I was right, he didn't. I heard from a friend in common, that after arriving in Arizona, Brannon admitted that he was gay, met a guy and moved to California where they owned a surf shop together.
I never saw Brannon again, but I will never forget him.
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