A helping hand...sort of

Brandon slid his palm along the length of Peter's hardon, earning a slurred mumbling from the other boy.

Peter's cock was much like him, more or less average. He had never heard any complaints from the girls at school at least.

"Mrm...not, gay." He managed, though that alarm in his head was growing louder, especially as the sensation of a strangers hand on his aching to burst hard on continued.

"Shh shh shh, of course your not honey. But I am." Brandon traced a finger around the imprint of Peter's now precum leaking cockhead, before hooking his fingers into the briefs and tugging them down.

Now exposed from the waist down, Peter was beginning to sober up. Or so he thought. Any attempts to sit up brought a dizzying rush and a near need to vomit, forcing him back down.

Brandon was leaning over now, his breath cascading around Peter's leaking shaft.

"Not...gay...get, fag...." Peter managed.

"It's not gay if your getting your dick sucked silly. And this looks like it hurts so bad...let me...I'm a pro. " and without warning Brandon engulfed the tip in his mouth.

Peter's eyes opened wide and his back arched as the world seemed to center on the tip of his cock. The rest of him was completely numb, all his nerve endings seemed placed right on the tip of his cock, which Brandon was busily working over.

While the quiet sounds of sucking occurred, inside his mouth Brandon was working over the knob of Peter's cock like never before. While Brandon bad sucked MANY cocks in his day, Peter had only a handful of blowjobs and none felt half as good as this.

"No...please...stop..." He said reaching for Brandon's head, though he didn't know if he meant it or if he would even do anything once his hand reached the other boy's head.

In response Brandon lower his head, taking Peter's cock all the way to the hilt in his mouth. He took a step further snaking his tongue out beyond the end of the shaft to stab at Peter's balls.

Peter let out a long low moan even as Brandon pulled back, an audible pop escaping his lips as he released Peter's cock into the relative chill of the room.

Brandon had Peter by the base of his cock, slapping the wet rod against his lips and cheek.

"Do you REALLY want me to stop?" He said smiling.

Peter managed to look down, watching the lurid scene of Brandon and his cock. A cock which had never had a male hand on it except his own. What would his family think? They'd kill him. And his friends ! He wasn't a fag. He knew it. He loved girls. He loved pussy. But he loved to cum. And this felt so good. Better than....better than anything! Maybe even better than sex!

And Brandon was gay, so it made sense that as long as he didn't touch Brandon, he was still straight ....right?