Coming Home: The Davis Brothers

7. Brandon And Lonnie

***SMUT!!***

"God, you're huge," Lonnie moaned as he gripped the base and lifted it away from Brandon's body.

"Suck it for me, cupcake," Brandon husked as he reached up and pressed the back of Lonnie's head, sliding his fingers into the silky soft black hair.

This time when Brandon called him 'cupcake,' it didn't come out as a sneer. It came out as an endearment and Lonnie's heart swelled. But it was too early to read anything into Brandon's feelings. Brandon just wanted his dick sucked and that was all. He pushed his own feelings into the back of his mind and got busy doing what he did best. He swirled his tongue under Brandon's foreskin, getting him nice and wet. He then pulled the skin back, closed his eyes and took Brandon into his mouth.

Brandon gripped Lonnie's hair tight in his fist. He gave a firm push, sending his cock into the back of Lonnie's mouth. Lonnie gagged and slid back up, sucking hard. He swirled his tongue around the head before Brandon pushed him back down.

"Too rough?" Brandon grunted.

"Mm-mmm," Lonnie replied, shaking his head around Brandon's shaft.

"Fuck... Suck my cock..."

Lonnie allowed Brandon to push his head up and down, rough fucking him on his cock. He loved every minute of it. His mouth was drooling all over Brandon's thick length. The room was filled with the sounds of slurping and sucking, only overpowered by the grunts and groans spilling from Brandon's throat. Lonnie's own cock was throbbing and pulsing in his pajama pants, just a touch away from shooting. He slipped his other hand under Brandon's shirt and undershirt and raked his fingers through the patch of hair he found.

Brandon watched Lonnie suck him. His cheeks were hollowed in and his pouty pink lips were sealed tight around his thick bone. His eyes were closed, but the look of ecstasy on the boy's face was unmistakable. He loved doing this. Up and down he went, over and over. Brandon could feel his tongue fluttering around the shaft and swirling around the head on each upstroke. His hand twisted and pulled on what he couldn't swallow. Absolutely perfect. This boy was made to suck cock. He was made to suck Brandon's cock. He was too fucking good at this.

Brandon held back as long as he could, letting Lonnie pleasure him, but he needed to come, and he needed to come in Lonnie's mouth.

"Oh god damn, I'm gonna fucking blow. I'm gonna come in your fucking mouth. Swallow it, fuck yeah!"

"Mm-hmm," Lonnie moaned, wanting to let Brandon know it was okay, but not wanting to pull off to tell him.

Holding his head in place, Brandon bucked his hips up into Lonnie's greedy mouth. Brandon's body went rigid as his muscles tightened. Lonnie's mouth and hand bobbed up and down, faster and faster. With a long groan, Brandon erupted, flooding Lonnie's mouth with jet after jet of thick, hot spunk.

Lonnie slowly milked Brandon with his mouth and hands, drawing every bursting rope of thick, hot semen from Brandon's body, swallowing down every precious drop.

Once he was satisfied that Brandon was completely finished, Lonnie raised up onto his knees, struggling with the drawstring of his pajamas. He needed to come so bad. Oh god, if he could get these stupid pajamas open, he could jerk himself off.

Brandon watched Lonnie trying to free his cock with shaking hands. He reached over and grabbed the waistband of Lonnie's pajamas and gave a firm tug, freeing the little man's boner. Lonnie's dick was cut, but not particularly hung, only about five inches in length on a good day, but a respectable width. It was a good size for a little guy like Lonnie. He looked painfully hard, the dusky shaft swollen a deep purple and dripping wet with pre-come. His balls were already drawn tight to his body.

Brandon's eyes were drawn to a small tattoo on Lonnie's hip, on the right side just below his waistline. A green four-leaf clover. For luck. Well, Lonnie was about to get lucky. Without even thinking, Brandon reached over and took Lonnie in his fist.

Lonnie cried out in ecstasy as Brandon touched him. He never ever in a million years expected that Brandon would reciprocate, with even just a handjob. The feeling of his thick, rough, calloused fingers on his smooth, ultra-sensitive skin was just too much.

A copious amount of pre-come slicked the shaft in Brandon's fist and Brandon's fingers slid easily up and down. Oh god, it was so good! Up and down, up and down. Three strokes was all it took to throw him over the edge.

Lonnie's whole body started to shake. "Brandon!"

"Yeah, shoot it, boy," Brandon growled.

Lonnie's eyes flew open wide at Brandon's words. He bucked up into Brandon's fist and a jet of white hot spunk flew out of Lonnie's dick and landed across Brandon's thigh. Brandon looked back up at Lonnie's face and watched him, mesmerised by the neediness in his face as he stared back at Brandon while he came, and apparently came hard. He kept stroking until Lonnie covered his forearm and hand with his thick load. Brandon's slick fingers slid over the sensitive head and Lonnie grabbed Brandon's wrist, trying to still his movements.

"No more," Lonnie begged as Brandon continued to torture the head with his fingers. Lonnie pulled Brandon's hand away from his overworked cock head and slumped over, trying to catch his breath.

Lonnie looked down at the big guy in amazement. Before Brandon could react, Lonnie leaned down and kissed him. Brandon seemed shocked and dazed, but recovered quickly. He grabbed the back of Lonnie's head and pulled him closer. Lonnie was pleasantly surprised at the passion in Brandon's kiss.

Brandon finally broke the kiss and started to sit up.

"Don't move," Lonnie said as he pressed a hand against his chest. "Let me clean you up."

Lonnie scrambled to his feet and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed his washcloth and warmed it up in the sink. He wiped himself off, then rinsed off the washcloth with hot water. He returned to the bed, where Brandon was sitting with his messy hand out, trying to keep from touching it against anything. Lonnie wiped him down, cleaning his spunky hand and arm, then wiping off his thigh before cleaning his groin.

Brandon suddenly felt awkward. He needed to bolt. He knew how that would look, but Lonnie was a guy. He'd understand. Fuck. Lonnie was a guy. Double fuck. He stuffed his dick back into his jeans and zipped up. "I gotta go."

"Okay..."

Lonnie got up and followed Brandon to the kitchen back door.

"You'll come back tomorrow?" Lonnie asked. He cringed inwardly when he heard how his voice sounded like he was begging.

'Hell, yes', Brandon immediately thought. He could come back. What did they call it? Friends with benefits? Yeah, there was nothing wrong with that. Lonnie could be his friend with benefits. Just buddies helping each other out. Brandon had a buddy who helped him out before. No big deal.

But Lonnie looked up at him, so hopeful, yet so vulnerable. Brandon couldn't help but feel awed that the beautiful boy's affections and emotions were directed towards him. He could probably get anyone he wanted, but for whatever reason, he wanted Brandon. Suddenly, the fact that Lonnie was a man didn't seem so important.

Brandon let out a small huff of air, melting slightly in Lonnie's gaze. Before he could censor himself, he reached up and ran the back of his knuckles along Lonnie's smooth, delicate jaw.

"Yeah, cupcake," Brandon said. "I'll be back tomorrow."

Brandon leaned down and pressed a kiss to Lonnie's lips, then was gone.

As Brandon walked to his truck, he felt good. He had a spring in his step and he felt relaxed for the first time in a really long time.

If Brandon had looked at himself in the rear-view mirror, he would have found that he had a genuine smile on his face.