Temptations

They all left the bathroom giggling. Outside the restaurant Diego parted ways, giving Brandon a quick peck on the lips and Peter an exaggerated handshake.

Still high from the cocaine and feeling a buzz from the sexuality of the show he saw Brandon put on, Peter found himself loose and chatty. He and Brandon spoke almost the whole way home, laughing all the while.

When they got back to the room Peter flopped onto his bed, facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. He was surprised a minute later when he felt another body leap onto the bed next to him. Rolling his head to the side he opened one eye to see Brandon there bouncing on his knees.

In his hand he had a mirror and another vial of coke, this one bigger than the one Diego had.

"How much does that stuff cost?" Peter asked not sitting up.

"This," Brandon said bouncing from knee to knee as he opened the vial, "Is three hundred dollars worth."

He laid the small mirror on Peter's crotch and pressed a light hand to his chest to keep him prone.

"What?! How did you afford that?!" Peter said.

Brandon ran his tongue along his upper and lower lip slowly as he tapped out a long white line into the mirror.

"I didn't say I paid three hundred for it..." He left the method of payment vague though Peter could imagine.

With a great of sniffling and snorting he sucked down the thick white line of coke. Pulling the mirror off Peter's crotch he laid three thick lines.

"Here Peter your turn, these two. " he held the mirror up with both hands like a serving maid.

Peter hesitated for a second but it just felt so GOOD he couldn't resist. He sucked down both lines and have a great whoop of delight afterwards. Brandon put the mirror aside and smiled.

"Peter..." Brandon said slowly, his face mischievous,"I need you to fuck me."

He had stretched out like a cat beside Peter, ass up and back arched, his shoulders nearly flat against the bed. He was eyes were level to Peter's crotch.

"What! No Brandon come on I told you, I am not gay. " Peter couldn't help but eye Brandon's newest pose. From that angle he COULD be a girl...

"Pete...I need it so bad. I'm like dying here. It's just like last night...it's not gay as long as you do the fucking..." Brandon sat up and swung his leg over to straddle Peter.

"Hey!" Peter said, but did not push him off.

Brandon took both his hands and pushed them to his ass. Peter let them rest their limply.

"Remember how good last night felt Peter? I KNOW you loved it. Now imagine....the tightest...hottest...sexiest pussy you ever fucked," Brandon to grind on him, and while Brandon's own small dick stick had begun to poke Peter's stomach, Peter's own cock was rock hard and being stroked by Brandon's motion, " Imagine that...and know my ass is ten times better. "

Peter was speechless. His hands began to work on their own, kneading Brandon's ass, guiding him as he ground down on his cock. Brandon was looking down at him, gnawing his lower lip and whimpering slightly.

Last noght's blowjob had felt better than the best sex of his life. Could there be something better? He was scared to find out. But...maybe Brandon was right. He acted like a girl, he felt like a girl. Hell he kind of looked like a girl. If Peter just did the fucking...it really wasn't gay...right?