Coming Home: The Davis Brothers

12. Lonnie Moves In With Brandon.

***SMUT!!***

Brandon was having the most amazing wet dream he could ever remember. A head covered in a mop of dark hair bobbed up and down in his lap, sucking and slurping on his cock, trying so hard to take as much as he could get into his mouth and into his throat. So greedy....

With a long, deep groan, Brandon opened his eyes and saw his dream had come true. Lonnie was sucking him off. His dick was so hard as the flared head batted the back of his boy's throat with every downward movement. Lonnie's eyes were closed and he looked like he was in heaven. His cheeks were hollowed in and his lips were red and swollen, closed tightly around Brandon's girth.

"Mmm... Good mornin', cupcake."

Lonnie pulled off Brandon's dick with a pop. "Mmm, sure is. You have the most amazing dick. So big and hard."

He slicked his hand back and forth, covering and uncovering the head with the foreskin. He climbed up and straddled Brandon's lap, trapping the large shaft between his legs.

"Glad you like it."

"I love it."

"I'm getting to love that mouth of yours."

Brandon reached out and gripped Lonnie's hips. He held him tight as he pushed up, grinding his girth hard against Lonnie's taint. His boy's face was flushed. His eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted. His dusky prick stood upright, wet and purple, swollen with need. Brandon wondered if he could make Lonnie come again with just his cock.

"I wanna fuck you," Brandon husked. "Can I fuck you, baby?"

"Oh my god, yes," Lonnie quivered. "Do you have any lube?"

Brandon held Lonnie steady as he leaned over and jerked open the small table drawer. He rifled around and pulled out a small clear bottle. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, that's perfect."

Brandon glanced back at the open drawer, spotting a handful of foil packets. "I have rubbers. They might be expired." Brandon winced. Expired condoms did not exactly help with the image of the stud he tried to portray.

A blush crept up Lonnie's neck and cheeks. "I didn't mean to get carried away like that, before. I'm not like that normally, I swear."

"I got tested. I passed. No, not passed, it was negative. You know what I mean. I can show you the test."

"You're the only one..." Lonnie's voice trailed off and he looked down at Brandon's belly, tracing a finger around the rim of his belly button, suddenly fascinated with the hair growing around it.

Brandon reached up and tipped Lonnie's chin up. "The only one what?"

"The only one I ever let do that... without a condom. If we're gonna be monogamous, we don't have to use them. But only if we're monogamous, Brandon. Swear it, Brandon. You won't have sex with anyone else ever."

"I swear, Lonnie. I would never cheat on you. I take commitments very seriously. But I'd wear one if you have doubts."

Commitments. The word nearly melted Lonnie into a sappy puddle. "I trust you, Brandon. I..." Lonnie licked his lips nervously, and stared directly into Brandon's green eyes. "I loved it when you came inside me."

"God damn," Brandon growled. The fact that Brandon was the only man to have ever shot off inside Lonnie was fucking hot. He grabbed Lonnie by the waist and lifted him slightly, breaking contact with his aching cock. "You're gonna make me fucking shoot my wad if you keep talking like that."

Lonnie gave Brandon an impish little smile. He loved that Brandon was no longer denying his attraction. And he loved that he could get Brandon so heated. And when Brandon was turned on, Lonnie was sure to have a very good time.