A new day with Brandon at your command

I woke up late the next morning from the sun falling in my eyes between the blinds. I rolled over to check the time on my phone on the nightstand and saw Brandon standing beside my bed completely naked except for the pink ribbon around his giant erection just inches away from my face. I could smell the funky musk of his balls as I yawned. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it made me wonder how long he had gone without a shower. He looked very anxious, but also seemed genuinely pleased that I was awake.

"Good morning, Brandon. Is there a reason you've been watching me sleep?"

"I'm sorry. I needed your help, but I didn't want to wake you. So, I decided to just stand here and wait."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I'm not sure. I lost track. Maybe an hour."

"Why do you need my help?" I asked innocently.

"Well, it's embarrassing to ask."

More embarrassing than you standing here waving your dick in my face, I thought.

"Don't be embarrassed. You can tell me anything. In fact, you should tell me everything."

Brandon relaxed and smiled again. "Thanks. You're right, I guess it's nothing to be embarrassed about, after all. It's this raging hard-on. I can't do anything about it. I need to get off, but I just can't figure out how. Can you please help?"

"I guess so, but what do you want me to do about it?"

"I dunno. I thought maybe you could jerk me off, or something."

"Really? Are you serious? You're not afraid your 'big daddy dick' will ruin my hands permanently for other men?"

I reached out and slowly traced around the head of his penis, then followed down the shaft to his scrotum and cupped his large balls in my hand. I could feel them dance inside his sack at the warmth of my touch.

Brandon bit his lip in ecstasy and gasped. "Um, yeah... I mean, no. I was just teasing last night. You know that. I didn't mean anything by it. You understand, don't ya?"

"I understand you were being a jerk last night and that you owe me an apology... which I still haven't heard."

"You're right. I'm sorry. Believe me, I'm sorry for everything I said last night," he pleaded. "I was being a jerk and I regret it, because now I need your help and I don't deserve it."

"I'll tell you what, I'll help you out if you help me with my little problem first."

I raised my eyebrows and pulled back the sheets to show him my morning wood that had only grown more from watching him beg for forgiveness. Brandon's gaze shifted down to my six inch counteroffer.

"I'll take care of you, if you take care of me first," I said.

He weighed his options and realized he didn't have any. The only thing he could do was obey. The only choice remaining was how eagerly he would comply.

"Okay, I guess, that's fair," Brandon finally replied. "I'll jerk you off first to prove how sorry I am."

He stepped closer and reached down to grab my erection. I let him get a few gentle tugs in before stopping him.

"Hey, hey! Easy there, fella. I don't think I'll be able to get off in your dry, calloused, working class hands. Haven't you ever heard of lotion? Just take a minute to appreciate this beautiful, delicate, homosexual penis."

Brandon did as he was told and gazed intently upon my dick.

"A phallus like this should be treated gently, like a fragile porcelain doll. Your big hands are too clumsy for something so delicate. Use your mouth. The only thing soft enough for my dick are those full lips and that tongue you've often bragged about... maybe your tight little puckered arse, but we'll talk about that later."

"Listen, Asher, I'm not gay, dude. Handjobs are one thing, but sucking dick is crossing a line."

"Labels, labels. Gay, straight, bi, let's not quibble over tiny words that prevent us from enjoying ourselves. We're friends. I like you. You love my cock. Why fret over labels that other people will use? Love is love."

"Love... your cock..."

"I know. I know you do, sweetie. Go ahead and kiss it."

Brandon bent down and kissed the head of my dick. A string of my pre-cum stuck to his lips as he pulled away. He crawled onto my bed and put his head between my legs, taking as much of my cock as he could in one plunge. I was impressed and rewarded his enthusiasm by placing my hands on the back of his head and encouraging him more.

"Yeah, you've been starving for my cock all morning and now you finally get to show me what a talented, little cockslut you can be. Prove how much you've learned practicing to be the perfect cocksucker."

Immediately, he slid down further on my cock until his lips reached the root of my shaft. I could feel his throat simultaneously open and constrict around my dick as he adapted to my suggested training. Suddenly, my cock felt like it was surrounded by a warm, wet, pulsating blanket. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this good, maybe never. I was in heaven and, judging by the noises he was making whenever he briefly brought himself up for air, so was Brandon. I couldn't hold out much longer, so I gave him one last command while I had the chance.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth. Don't swallow. I'll let you spit this load out, but don't expect it next time."

He looked up at me and nodded with my dick still in his mouth. He eased up a bit, so he could hold my load in his mouth, instead of letting it flow down the back of his throat. I smiled back at him, then shut my eyes tight and climaxed on his tongue. It wasn't as big as the load I made last night while jerking off on the couch, but I knew it was the most jism Brandon had ever held in his mouth.

"Very good job. You can go spit that out and brush your teeth. After that, go take a bath and get ready for more instructions."

Brandon looked up in shock. He tried to speak, but just made gurgling noises with his mouth full of cum.

"If you're asking about getting off, I said I would take care of you later and I will. Now, get yourself all cleaned up. The sooner you return, the sooner you'll get your release."

Brandon got up and left the room even more **** to get off than when he had woken me up this morning. He walked down the hall to the bathroom still holding my jizz in his mouth. I heard him spit in the sink and start brushing his teeth. I began looking at porn on my phone to give myself some ideas of what to do next, as if I didn't already have a few plans of my own.