Use Your Illusion A Phaze Rocks short by
JADE FALCONER
Published by Phaze Books Also by Jade Falconer Around the World Back to the Past The Best Laid Plans Eye of the Beholder Ghost of a Chance I Can’t Drive 55 Love Bites Making Magic Morningstar Murder by Design Once in a Lifetime Santa Please Sex Type Thing Survival Unexpected Connections Wicked Game and many more…
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He felt so nervous. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He didn’t know anyone at the party except for Brent. He’d overheard him talking about it to one of his stupid jock buddies. No, Tanner wasn’t invited, but he knew he wouldn’t be turned away. He was dressed like a girl. And he looked really hot. He’d never done anything like this before outside of Halloween parties, but he knew what to do. He’d waxed every inch of his body, although he didn’t have much hair anyway. He already had the knee high black vinyl boots from a trip to New York City the summer before school started. It wasn’t difficult or expensive to get a slutty size zero outfit to fit snugly on his narrow hips. The most expensive part of the outfit was the Miracle Bra from Victoria’s Secret with the built-in silicone. By the time he started up the walkway to the somewhat dilapidated fraternity house, the door had already opened. “Where have you been all my life?” a boy slurred, nearly falling out the door at Tanner’s feet. Tanner sighed and stepped over him. He was relieved that the rooms were crowded. It was loud and smoky and easy to get lost in the crowd. He got a few stares, but for the most part, no one seemed to think Who’s that freak boy in drag? They seemed to be thinking I’d like to hit that, or at least that’s what it looked like from the leers he was getting. He had to find Brent. He moved through the crowd, head held high like he owned the place, never betraying the fact that his stomach was flipping. He moved into a room where a couple of boys were playing bartender from a keg, and he waited in the impromptu line for a beer. Something to calm his nerves. “Oh my God, I love your boots,” an obviously drunk sorority girl giggled. “How can you walk in them?” “They’re not so bad,” he said, smiling. His voice, at least, was soft and breathy, practically like a girl’s. He moved up in the line, then spotted him next to the keg. Tanner’s gaze raked over him. Brent. The object of his desire since he’d started school. He was handsome, big…strong. Brent was a football player and never once looked at Tanner. Why would he? Obviously he was straight, but it wasn’t fair. Tanner could be as pretty as any girl. Was it that different? The football player’s white shirt and snug jeans showed off his stunning body perfectly. Tanner shuffled closer, biting his lip as the guy in front of him got his beer and moved away.
“Seriously, dude. I thought I was gonna fail. I overslept and...holy shit. Hello there....” Brent stared at him now, turning away from his friend who was pouring the beer. His gaze tracked all over Tanner’s body. Tanner blinked and smiled sweetly. He was sure he’d never sensed Brent looking at him like that. Could it be that easy? “Hi,” he said, pretending shyness. “You’re Brent, right? I’ve seen you at games and stuff,” he said. Of course, he had two classes with Brent, but he couldn’t say that. Brent blinked. “Yeah, I’m Brent,” he said as his friend hooted. “Do I know you?” Tanner bit his lip again. He flipped his silky black hair over his shoulder nervously. “No. I’ve just...seen you around. I don’t think we’ve ever talked before,” he said, taking the beer that the other boy offered him. He could see that Brent was intrigued and he smiled. “Well, see you,” he said, stepping out of line and turning to walk away. He paused for a moment and glanced over his shoulder to see if Brent was checking out his ass. Brent stared after him, then stumbled as his friend gave him a shove. Then he trotted after Tanner and called out, “Wait!” Tanner stopped again and turned. “Is something wrong?” he asked, feigning innocence. It couldn’t really be this easy, could it? For almost two years he’d been trying to get Brent’s attention. He’d done everything he could think of short of going up to him and forcing himself in Brent’s line of vision. Now Brent was running after him like he had him on a leash. “Um, no,” Brent said, stopping in front of Tanner. “I just...” He glanced back at his friend as if looking for encouragement, then back at Tanner. “I don’t even know your name,” he finally said. Tanner was glad he’d thought this far. At least he’d made up a little cover story. “My name is Nena. Nice to finally meet you,” he said, holding out his hand to Brent. The handsome boy had never looked more adorable now that he was unexpectedly bashful. Brent took Tanner’s hand gently, as if it might break. “Nena. That’s a pretty name,” he breathed. Tanner giggled a little. “Thanks, Brent. So...do you belong to this frat? Or are you just here for the party?” he asked. He took a step back to get out of the way of traffic, and leaned back against a doorframe in a deliberately provocative way, inviting Brent to move closer. Brent took the invitation. “I’m not in a frat, no,” he answered, clearly fighting hard not to ogle Tanner. “Just hanging with friends. I almost didn’t come here, I don’t usually party that much. Coach gets really pissed if I have a hangover...”
Tanner nodded. “I guess I’m lucky you decided to come to this one. I’ve been hoping to get a chance to meet you.” He licked his lips slowly. “I go to all your games. You’re such an amazing athlete.” Brent’s eyes widened. “You have? You do?” He seemed stunned. “Um, why did you never talk to me before? Are you a cheerleader?” Tanner shook his head. “No. I’m not a cheerleader. I guess...so many girls are always sighing over you I was intimidated.” That part was true, although there didn’t seem to be much competition around now. He arched his back a little and took a deep drink of his beer for courage. “It must drive your girlfriend crazy,” he said, clearly fishing. “I’m, I mean, I don’t have one. Right now,” Brent said, blushing. He looked down into his beer and mumbled, “Not for a while, actually.” “Good,” he breathed. He took another sip. “I would have to hate her if she existed, anyway.” He was feeling bold. Brent was obviously eating it up, and it seemed so easy. It gave him confidence in his ability to appear female. Brent looked up quickly and smiled. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen you before. I must have. You seem familiar somehow. I know I would have remembered such a beautiful girl.” He moved a little closer. Tanner tilted his head, exposing his long, slim neck. “I am sure you have never noticed me,” he said with a shy smile. “Despite my best efforts.” He sighed. “Perhaps I am not the kind of girl you are interested in?” “God no, you’re incredible,” blurted Brent, then blushed. “I mean, I’m sure I’ve never, um, talked to such a pretty girl. I mean. Like this.” Tanner reached out and put his hand lightly on one perfectly formed pec. “I’m sure you’re exaggerating. I know all the prettiest girls wish you would notice them.” “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Brent breathed, leaning into the touch. “Um...do you want to go out some time? Like to a movie or something?” Tanner’s eyes widened. “Really? I’d love to. Anytime.” He licked his lips. It seemed too easy, and the beer was starting to affect his thoughts. He felt bolder, which was good, he decided, so he took another sip. “This is a great party, but...it’s a little loud in here. Do you want to go for a walk?” he suggested. Brent’s smile widened. “That would be awesome. I’m not really big on parties myself.” He drained his beer. “Ready to go?” Tanner tipped back his beer also, then put the cup aside. “I’m ready,” he said, nodding. He followed Brent through the tight crowd back to the front door. His thoughts were zooming ahead. Maybe Brent would even kiss him. Maybe they would find a quiet spot and hide away from the already almost deserted streets and Brent’s big hands would rest on Tanner’s hips and they would kiss.
He sighed as they stepped carefully down the stairs around a boy who seemed to be passed out on the ground. “Sorry,” sighed Brent. “They’re celebrating something, I guess.” The night was warm and sultry, and they walked past the frat houses now and the moon shone brightly. Tanner walked beside Brent, feeling triumphant and just a little tipsy. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?” he asked. He felt nervous and excited. He just hoped Brent really liked him. He wasn’t completely processing the fact that he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Brent smiled and shyly took Tanner’s hand. “Much more beautiful now,” he breathed, gazing at him. Tanner was completely entranced. He’d wanted Brent from the first moment he’d ever laid eyes on him, and now the object of his affection was calling him beautiful. “You’re so sweet,” he said, lacing their fingers together. “How is it possible that I am so lucky to be the one here with you now?” “I’m asking myself the same thing,” Brent said, squeezing Tanner’s hand lightly as they walked down the quiet street. “I can’t believe I never saw you before.” They approached one of the few parks at the edge of campus, and Tanner glanced over towards a line of benches under a tree-lined walkway. “Do you want to...maybe we could sit down?” he suggested. “Sure,” Brent said eagerly, tugging Tanner over to a particularly private bench. He brushed it off quickly before Tanner could sit down. Tanner smiled and sat down gracefully. “Thank you,” he said, crossing his legs. Even so, the tiny skirt rode up, showing off his long, slender legs even more. It was clear Brent was trying not to stare, but failing. “I’m really glad I came to the party tonight, and that you did, too,” he said.. Tanner’s heart pounded. All he could think about was kissing Brent. He wanted to crawl right into his lap, but it didn’t seem like something Nena would do. “And why are you so glad, Brent?” he asked softly. It was difficult to act demure. It was almost killing him. Brent smiled shyly. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. “Because I met you,” he said quietly. Tanner reached up and brushed his knuckles against Brent’s cheek. At least he knew that his hands were extremely girly. “You are so sweet, Brent. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to talk to you.” He bit his lip, gazing into the other boy’s eyes. “You’re beautiful,” Brent sighed. “Nena, I...can I...kiss you? Please?”
Tanner whimpered. “Yes. Please.” It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. He felt like he was in a movie or a fantasy of some sort. Brent took a shuddering breath and leaned closer. He kept his hands in his lap as he very gently brushed his lips against Tanner’s. Tanner reached up, holding onto Brent’s broad shoulders. It felt amazing, better than he’d ever dreamed. He sighed, lips parting. Brent kissed Tanner again, more firmly. He kissed slowly and tenderly still, as if Tanner was breakable. One hand came up to stroke Tanner’s sleek hair. His hair was his Achilles heel, and Tanner longed to feel Brent’s strong fingers lace through it, hold him firmly by it. He wanted more, and he took a chance. He shifted, half-standing and moving to settle sideways on Brent’s lap without breaking the kiss. The other boy was so big it made Tanner feel small, and he loved that. That wrought a deep moan from Brent, and his other hand came up to the small of Tanner’s back to steady him. The other hand still touched Tanner’s hair, and he kissed him more urgently. Tanner was in heaven. He’d wanted this for so long. He wriggled a little closer and he felt that Brent was hard. And huge. He gasped, scooting back, eyes wide. “Is that...because of me?” he whispered, licking his lips. “I...I’m sorry,” Brent said instantly, stammering. “I couldn’t help it, you’re so sexy...I would never...” Tanner bit his lip. Brent was so sweet. So charming and gentlemanly. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean...I’m flattered that you find me attractive,” he said quietly. “Kiss me again?” “Oh, Nena,” Brent sighed, and wrapped his arms around Tanner more confidently this time. “You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever met.” Then he kissed him again, moaning softly. It occurred to Tanner that this might end very badly. Something about the word girl on Brent’s lips jarred him out of his lustful haze and he stiffened a little. What if Brent wanted to have sex with Nena? He was going to have to do this carefully. He pulled back from the kiss. “We...we should go back,” he breathed. Brent looked immediately crestfallen. “Oh, okay. I, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” he looked miserable and let go of Tanner. “No, I mean...” He didn’t want to screw it up completely. “I’m not used to things going so fast,” he said, trying to look shy. Of course, that was not really true. He would be more than content if they did it right then and there, but even if Nena wouldn’t look cheap for suggesting anal, there was no way Brent wouldn’t notice Tanner was not a girl.
“Of course, I’m sorry if I pushed, I...you’re just so pretty and I...” Brent bit his lip and repeated, “I’m sorry.” Tanner put his finger to Brent’s lips. “You don’t have to apologize. I wanted you to kiss me. I just, I don’t want to let things go too far too fast.” Brent panted and looked clearly disappointed, but he nodded. “Would you still like to go out with me?” Tanner sighed. Brent was so sweet. “Of course. I would love to go out with you.” He kissed the corner of Brent’s lips. “When?” “Anytime,” Brent said instantly. “Um, I’m sure you’re super busy, though...” Tanner smiled. “How about tomorrow night?” he asked. “Do you have a single? Or do you have roommates?” He definitely couldn’t bring Brent back to his place. “I have a single,” Brent replied, smiling. “Now I can’t wait till tomorrow night.” “We could get some takeout food or something?” he suggested. At least in private, if Brent figured it out he would feel less like he was tricked in front of his silly jock friends. Not that Tanner was trying to trick him, but he could imagine what it would look like. “Sure,” Brent said, brightening. “We could watch a movie or something...” He hesitated. “We can also go out if you want, though,” he added. Tanner ran the tip of his finger along Brent’s jaw. “Staying in would be nice, though, wouldn’t it?” At least if they were alone in a safe place, maybe Tanner could control how things happened. Maybe Brent wouldn’t even have to know. Brent moaned softly, and smiled. “Yeah,” he breathed. “You trust me to behave myself?” he asked, tone light. “Well, I don’t want you to behave too much,” he said, giving Brent a flirty smile. He wanted him so badly. He just had to figure out how to get past this hurdle. Brent’s smile increased. “Good,” he said. “Now I better get you back home before I have to kiss you some more and then we’ll be here all night...” Tanner nodded. “Okay. But, if you can just walk me back to the party, I can take a cab. It’s too far to walk, anyway.” He didn’t want Brent to know where he lived. Who knew what could happen, but until the cat was out of the bag, he wasn’t taking any chances. Brent frowned. “I should make sure you get home safely,” he insisted. Tanner wriggled off of Brent’s lap and shook his head. He straightened his skirt. “I’m fine. Thanks.” He smiled sweetly. “Just back to the frat house?” he asked, holding out his hand. “Please?”
Brent nodded and stood up, pulling Tanner into his arms. “I can’t wait till tomorrow night,” he sighed. Tanner hardly needed a taxi. He could have floated home. By the time he turned the key in the lock of his tiny off-campus apartment, he was more than ready to tumble into bed and dream of Brent. His roommate didn’t raise an eyebrow when he stepped into the living room in full drag, considering he’d borrowed some of his makeup from the other boy. “You look like you had fun,” he said, looking up from the couch. Tanner flopped down into one of the arm chairs, keeping his knees demurely closed. “You have no idea,” he said dreamily. He couldn’t even think about the challenges ahead, only of the sweet kisses Brent had given him. “Did he figure out that you’re a boy?” That made Tanner frown. “No. He had no idea. I sat in his lap and everything.” Before a more in-depth conversation on the subject could develop, Tanner claimed exhaustion and excused himself. He went to his bedroom and peeled off the provocative clothing, and crawled into bed. **** When he arrived at Brent’s dorm the next evening, he wore an entirely new creation. Torn denim short shorts, tall boots, and a black hoodie. He had the same makeup and hairstyle, though, and he thought he still looked completely feminine. He hoped so. He made his way through the maze of halls, getting whistled at a few times before he found Brent’s room, and tapped on the door. The door opened immediately, and Brent’s jaw dropped as he regarded Tanner. “You look amazing,” he whispered, stepping back to let him in. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Tanner. Tanner smiled coyly. “Thanks,” he stepped inside. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” It was true. It was a miracle he’d been able to function at all. He just wanted to kiss Brent again. “I’ve been thinking about you too, a lot,” admitted Brent as he closed the door. “I got yelled at by Coach at practice because I was distracted,” he admitted sheepishly. He leaned back against the door, gazing at Tanner. Tanner gasped. “Did you really?” he asked. It was a pretty amazing feeling, actually, to think that he’d been on Brent’s mind. Brent nodded, biting his lip. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you, you’re so beautiful...”
Tanner felt himself blush. “Thank you,” he said quietly. He liked to think he made a pretty girl, but he was starting to wish that Brent knew the truth. He wished the compliments were for him and not Nena. Brent stepped closer. “Can I kiss you, please? I promise I’ll be good...” Tanner gazed raptly into Brent’s eyes. “Yes,” he breathed. With a small moan, Brent stepped closer, pulling Tanner into his arms. He didn’t press fully against Tanner, but leaned down to kiss him gently. Tanner ran his hands up Brent’s impressive biceps, holding onto his shoulders for balance. He kissed back, utterly entranced by the much larger boy. Brent’s hands came up to the small of Tanner’s back as he kissed him, parting his lips just a little. Tanner couldn’t stop a whimper. Brent’s kiss was so intense, so focused. He felt like Brent could see right through him, like he could read him so clearly. That kiss felt like Brent was a part of him. After a few moments, Brent pulled back. His face was flushed. “Wow,” he whispered. “That was the best kiss ever.” Tanner smiled, blushing bright pink. “You’re just saying that.” It was certainly his best kiss, but surely Brent had kissed so many girls. Brent shook his head, looking earnest. “No. It’s true. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had, and you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. There’s just something about you, Nena. I’ve never met anyone like you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth and he looked sheepish. Tanner was happy, but he felt guilty, too. He was torn. Should he tell the truth, or...? He bit his lip. “Why don’t we sit down?” he suggested breathlessly. Brent nodded. “Um, there’s really only the bed to sit on,” he said apologetically, indicating the small room. Tanner giggled nervously. “Okay.” He took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed. “If you’d rather go out—” Brent stammered. Tanner shook his head. “No. It’s okay. I don’t want to go out.” He did feel nervous, but it was surely not what Brent thought. “Okay,” Brent smiled. “I, um, I ordered pizza. It should be here soon. You want a Coke? Or some beer?” “Mm, I love pizza,” he said, folding his hands in his lap. “A beer would be great.” It wouldn’t hurt to have a little something to take the edge off his nerves. Brent smiled and got up, going to a small refrigerator and pulling out two bottles. He opened them and brought them back to the bed. “Sorry it’s so hot in here,” he said as he handed one to Tanner. “The AC never works right.”
Tanner accepted the bottle and thanked him sweetly. “I am sure all the dorms are the same. It’s okay.” He wondered if Brent had the AC off deliberately, and he smiled. Brent held his bottle up to Tanner. “To the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” he said seriously. He gazed into Tanner’s eyes. Tanner blushed faintly. Would Brent still find him beautiful when he knew the truth? “Thanks,” he said shyly, “and you are the most handsome boy I have ever met,” he said, clinking his bottle against Brent’s. Brent shook his head, but he drank, keeping his gaze on Tanner the whole time. Tanner nodded. “You are. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he said softly. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me before,” Brent breathed. “I can’t believe it. You are the most handsome boy ever,” he said. “You are everything I could ever want.” Brent moaned softly. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me...” He leaned closer. “This is like a dream...” Tanner licked his lips, gazing into Brent’s warm brown eyes. “It’s not a dream,” he said quietly. “Kiss me again?” He made up his mind. He was going to go down on Brent. That would be safe. Brent didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to Tanner’s, tongue tracing at his lips. Then he jumped as there was a knock at the door. Tanner giggled at Brent’s startle, nervous himself. “Pizza,” he said, leaning back again. He waited as Brent answered the door and then joined him in the kitchen. “It smells amazing,” he offered, though he wasn’t really hungry. Brent grinned. “Best pizza in town,” he assured him, pulling out a couple of plates and napkins. He opened the box and put a couple of slices on each plate. Tanner’s eyes widened. He was sure he would never get through two slices. And a girl wouldn’t, anyway. He took his plate and napkin and returned to the bed. He perched demurely on the edge of the mattress, the plate on his thighs, and nibbled on one of the slices. “Mm, you’re right. It is delicious.” Brent sat next to him and munched less delicately. They ate in silence for a few moments, Brent stealing sidelong glances at Tanner. Tanner got through half of one slice, then put the plate aside. He picked up his beer again and took a delicate sip. “Mm, that might be the best pizza I’ve ever had, but I couldn’t eat another bite. Of pizza,” he said, patting his flat belly. Brent put his aside as well, swallowing nervously. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “I mean, I don’t want you to think I just asked you here for, you know...”
Tanner’s smile turned flirtatious and he arched an eyebrow. “Just asked me here for what, Brent?” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes. He was only waiting for that blush. Brent was so adorable when he was flustered. As if on cue, Brent’s cheeks tinged pink. “Um,” he dissembled. “You know, kissing and...” he looked down. Tanner leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Brent’s mouth. His fingers slid across one firm thigh. “Kissing like that, Brent?” he asked sweetly. “Sort of,” Brent nodded, breath hitching. “And maybe like...” He slipped his hand into Tanner’s hair, urging him closer with one hand on the back of his neck. “This,” he finished, pressing his lips fully to Tanner’s. Tanner whimpered. He did love kissing and Brent was very good at it. He slid his fingers further up Brent’s thigh, kissing back. He opened to him gradually, leaning in, tasting Brent’s lips. Brent moaned softly and tangled his hand in Tanner’s hair. His free hand came up to settle on Tanner’s hip as he slowly deepened the kiss. Tanner felt emboldened by how much Brent clearly liked him. He pushed him gently back onto the bed, still kissing him, and slid his knee over Brent’s thighs. Brent groaned and lay back, pulling Tanner on top of him. His hands went to Tanner’s back. Tanner was careful not to press too intimately against Brent’s body. He was startled by the sudden move and his breath hitched. He broke the kiss and wriggled down Brent’s body a little, bringing the heel of his hand to rub at the bulge in the other boy’s jeans. “Is this the something else?” he whispered. Brent said in a strangled voice, “Shit, Nena, I...oh God...” Tanner was a little disconcerted when he heard the name, but he pressed on. He knew what he wanted to do now. “Shh. I really like you, Brent. I want to show you,” he said quietly. He squirmed off of him, down to the edge of the bed and tugged open the button of Brent’s jeans. Brent gasped as realization hit him. “Oh, God. You, you don’t have to....” He was practically panting. “I know I don’t have to,” he said as he tugged the zipper down. He slid his fingers inside, curling them around Brent’s cock. He looked up at his handsome face, licking his lips. “Should I stop?” he asked quietly. “Please.” There was desperation in Brent’s voice. “Don’t stop. Please. Oh, God, baby...” He arched up into Tanner’s touch. Nothing was going to stop him now. He gently tugged Brent’s cock out and leaned down, hovering over him a moment before he touched his lips to the heated flesh. He flicked his tongue along the slit and sucked the head into his
mouth. Brent was huge. There was no way he could take him all in. But, he opened his jaw and sucked down as much as he could until he felt the back of his throat tense. “Oh, shit.” Brent gasped, leaning up on his elbows to watch Tanner take him in. “Feels so good, baby....yes...” His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned deeply. Tanner moaned around his length, eliciting a deep growl from Brent. The other man’s reaction was even better than he’d hoped, and he intended this to be the best blow job Brent had ever had. He swirled his tongue around the head as he pulled back, looking up to meet Brent’s gaze. “Oh, fuck,” was Brent’s response. “You’re so, so hot…” His hand slid into Tanner’s hair, tugging slightly and making Tanner’s own cock jerk. “Please…” Tanner assumed Brent wasn’t pleading for him to stop, and he didn’t want to. He sucked him in over and over again, keeping up the suction. He knew exactly what felt good because he had a cock too, one that was painfully hard but trapped in his tight shorts. That reminded him of his deception; if Brent knew the truth, he wouldn’t even allow this one-sided contact. It wasn’t fair, but Tanner was so infatuated with Brent that he would take what he could get. It was clear that what he was going to get, and very soon, was a mouthful. Brent’s moans increased, and he panted, “Baby, so close…” Tanner didn’t even let up; he intended to swallow every drop that Brent gave him. The cock in his mouth twitched, and suddenly Tanner tasted Brent’s release, spurt after tangy spurt. Tanner looked up at Brent’s handsome face as he came; he’d never seen anything so beautiful and he nearly came in his own pants. Tanner waited until Brent focused on him once again, then pulled back and deliberately swallowed. Brent whimpered and flopped back on the bed. “Oh my God…” Tanner gently tucked Brent back into his jeans before settling on the bed next to him. He couldn’t help the smug grin on his face. The satisfaction of what he’d just gotten away with was almost enough to make the ache of his unsatisfied arousal bearable. He wanted more, but he wouldn’t get it. He could live with that, for the moment anyway. He leaned close, brushing a kiss along Brent’s lower jaw. Brent turned to him. “You’re amazing,” he said hoarsely, handsome face still flushed. “Thank you.” Brent was so sweet, it was all Tanner could do not to swoon. “My pleasure.” Abruptly, Tanner felt a hand on his thigh. “My turn,” Brent said firmly, hand sliding up. Seized with sudden panic, Tanner stammered, “What?”
“I want to make you feel good, too,” Brent answered, now tugging at the button of Tanner’s tiny shorts. Tanner’s mind went blank. He wished Brent meant what his cock was insisting he did, but he knew if his shorts came off Brent would find far more than he had bargained for. “Brent! You, um, you don’t have to…” He had thought guys didn’t much like performing oral sex on girls. He hadn’t counted on Brent being so eager. He grabbed at Brent’s wrist desperately, the bigger man’s hand only inches from disaster. “I want to,” Brent insisted, echoing Tanner’s earlier words. “I like to, really.” Tanner had a vision of Brent’s head between his legs and it was so hot he moaned. But he was forgetting one very important detail. “No, I can’t, I mean…” Brent’s expression softened. “You don’t have to be shy, Nena,” he said, misunderstanding. “Your body is beautiful. I want to worship it.” Tanner hung on to Brent’s arm for dear life, to keep it from inching upward. “It’s not that. I should go, Brent. I’m sorry.” He all but fell off the bed in his attempt to get away. This had been such a stupid idea. What was he thinking? Brent gazed at him. “Nena, I…what did I do wrong? I didn’t mean to upset you…” He stood, and Tanner turned away resolutely, before he was tempted to fall into those big strong arms again. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Brent. It’s me, it’s all my fault. You were perfect.” He walked to the door, knowing he shouldn’t turn around, but he did. Brent stood there looking so handsome and perfect that it nearly broke Tanner’s heart. He knew then that he was in love with Brent. And because of that, he had to stay away. “Nena, please don’t go…” “I’m sorry, Brent,” Tanner said with a small sob he didn’t have to fake at all. “Bye.” And he forced himself to walk out the door. He barely remembered catching the bus and getting back home. He kept telling himself it was for the best. He’d been stupid to even try it, but he hadn’t counted on his deception being so successful. Or falling for Brent. He consoled himself that he could stay away now. He’d had a taste—literally—and that would just have to do. He would content himself with his dreams now. It seemed like a good idea until Monday, when he had Ancient Lit class with Brent. He’d arrived early as usual, and when Brent walked in, looking sad, it felt like a knife in his heart. Brent usually smiled, and greeted people, and joked with his friends or the teacher. Not today. He sat down and pulled his phone out of his pocket, flipping it open then closed again. That made Tanner feel even worse. Brent had called. Many times. He’d left several very sweet messages on Tanner’s voicemail, and Tanner had saved them. He wanted to rush into Brent’s arms right now. But, of course, he couldn’t. He
had dressed in his usual clothes, which were, if not exactly masculine, did nothing to hide that he was indeed a boy. His usual outfit consisted of tight black jeans, boots, and a tight top. He’d tied his hair back because he couldn’t be bothered to mess with it. He didn’t usually bother with makeup for class, but today he hadn’t been able to resist just a touch of eyeliner and clear lip gloss. He did like to wear makeup; he just didn’t usually wear as much as Nena had. Brent didn’t look around, just sat staring at his phone, waiting for a return call that would never come. Tanner felt terrible. But Brent would feel worse if he knew the “girl” he’d kissed and caressed was right here. When he looked at Brent again, he was typing on his keyboard. Sending a text, maybe, because the teacher seemed to be running a little late. Brent flipped his phone shut, and Tanner jumped as his own phone went off in his bag. It was his text alert; he’d forgotten to silence it because usually no one texted him during the day. Brent had texted him! He fumbled for it quickly, but it was quiet enough that a few heads turned toward him. He finally got to it and silenced it, then glanced up. Brent was looking right at him. Tanner’s heart stopped. Brent was looking at him, frowning. He couldn’t possibly think… Quickly, Tanner raised the phone to his ear and spoke into it, as if he’d gotten a call rather than a text. His ringtone could have been anything. He pretended to hang it up, then risked another look at Brent. He’d turned away, facing the front of the class, but he still clutched his phone. Tanner’s heart began to beat again, and he risked a look at his text. Nena? Please call me, whatever I did I’m sorry. His heart broke a little more, and he spent the rest of the class staring at Brent’s broad shoulders and remembering every moan, every gasp he’d made. As soon as class finished, he rushed out, only risking a glance back at Brent once he was out the door. The other man looked down at his phone, not even out of his seat yet. Tanner rushed off to his next class, still spooked by the eye contact. He had one other class with Brent today, and he couldn’t do it. He skipped, knowing he could get the notes from someone else. He got two more texts that day from Brent: Please call me. I miss you. Please. He lasted until ten that night. The phone rang, with Brent’s caller ID. He snapped. “Hello?” There was a long pause. Then, “Nena?” “Yes.” Tanner tried to control his voice. Brent even sounded handsome.
“I’ve been trying to call…I left messages…” “Yes, I know,” interrupted Tanner. “I’m sorry, I just, I wasn’t ready…” “I’m so sorry. I must have pushed you…just, you’re so pretty and I can’t stop thinking of you…” Brent sounded miserable, and what was more, he was apologizing when it had been Tanner who’d blown him off. “It’s not your fault. I told you. It’s me.” Tanner knew that he shouldn’t have answered. “What can I do? Please tell me. I just, I want to see you again, it can be in public. I just need to see you. Please.” Tanner’s heart shattered. “Brent. I’m no good for you.” Brent really had no idea how bad he was for him. “I’m a big boy, let me decide that for myself,” Brent said firmly. That made Tanner whimper. Oh yes, Brent was a big boy in every sense. Suddenly he knew he was going to see him again.”Brent, I…” “Please.” And with that one word Tanner sealed his fate. “Okay.” Brent gasped softly. “Oh, Nena. You won’t regret this. Thank you. So much. Um. When? Soon? Up to you.” Tanner bit his lip. He needed a couple of days. He was too close. “How about Friday?” Brent sighed. “I don’t want to wait that long, but okay. We can do anything. Anything you want.” Tanner had always dreamed of being treated this way, wanted so much. Too bad it really wasn’t for him. “Um, what do you want to do?” “There’s this really great dance club I know, and on Fridays they play eighties music,” Brent suggested. Tanner almost whimpered. Dancing was one of his favorite things. He absolutely loved dancing. And the thought of dancing, openly in public with gorgeous Brent...he knew he shouldn’t but he was lost. “Okay,” he said softly. “Awesome!” exclaimed Brent, sounding surprised. “I bet you dance really well.” “I don’t,” demurred Tanner, already regretting it. He was just torturing himself. “I don’t care as long as I’m with you,” Brent responded, and Tanner lost a little more of his heart. “I’ll meet you there,” Tanner said, trying to act as if he wasn’t overcome with emotion. “What time?” “It doesn’t really get going till about ten,” Brent said. “You sure you don’t want me to pick you up?”
“No, I’ll meet you. Where is it?” Brent gave him the address and Tanner promised to be there. “I’ll be counting the days,” Brent said, and Tanner smiled to himself. “Bye, Brent.” He hung up. Then he sagged back onto his bed, hugging himself. What the fuck was he doing? He was acting just like the girl Brent thought he was, but he wasn’t. This could only end badly for both of them. Brent didn’t call again, but he continued to send occasional sweet texts. When Tanner had class with him again, he made sure his phone was completely silenced. He watched Brent; the other man seemed his usual self again, smiling and joking with everyone. Except Tanner, of course, whom he didn’t know even existed. It was surreal, watching someone who he’d been so intimate with, acting as if he was a total stranger. For a moment, he wanted to confront Brent, stand up and announce to the whole class that he’d sucked Brent’s cock. But then Brent looked back. Brent was already smiling and that didn’t change when he met Tanner’s eyes. Tanner’s heart skipped a beat and he knew it wasn’t Brent’s fault, not at all. Brent wasn’t the kind of guy to be rude to another person without a reason. It was all Tanner’s fault. He was the one who was deceiving. He felt a wrench of guilt in his gut but he knew he wasn’t going to cancel. He’d tried to stay away, but he wasn’t strong enough. Brent wasn’t smiling at him, not really. But, he would be later that night. That warmed Tanner’s heart, until he remembered how the smile would go away when Brent learned of Tanner’s deception. He had to tell him, and he was almost tempted to do it via text. That would be cowardly. He needed to tell him face to face. He would, Friday night. A cheerleader leaned over Brent’s desk, ostensibly to ask him a question, but Tanner could tell from her body language that she was into him. She was giving Brent a nice view down her shirt. Tanner wanted to hiss at the slut. Brent looked; of course he would, he couldn’t help himself. Tanner held back a pout. Then he watched as Brent raised his eyes to the girl’s face again, and politely answered her question. The girl was clearly disappointed. As she flounced away, Brent didn’t even watch. He pulled out his phone and began to type. Tanner barely restrained a giggle as he felt his phone vibrate a moment later. He wanted to see what the text said but he didn’t dare. Later, though, he checked. It said: Can’t wait to see you tonight. By that evening, Tanner was in full panic. What would he wear? He wanted to look good. He shouldn’t; after all, he had to tell Brent the truth tonight. But until then, he wanted to pretend he was wanted by the big handsome man.
He didn’t have many really girly clothes, but he improvised and came up with a variant of the outfit he’d worn to the party. He knew his legs looked good, and he showed them off to full effect. He wore the same Spandex skirt and high-heeled boots, but this time he wore it with a black half-mesh tank top. The top was see-through except where it needed to cover what Tanner didn’t really have. It enhanced the illusion that he had breasts. He still looked fairly flat, but Brent didn’t seem to mind before. Ten o’clock seemed to take forever to arrive. He got to the club early, and wondered if he should go in or wait outside. He scanned the smoking area outside, worried he might see someone he knew, but there was no one more than vaguely familiar. Then a deep voice behind him took his breath away. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” Tanner spun, and Brent stood there, looking devastatingly handsome in tight black jeans and a red tank top that showed off his very impressive upper body. Tanner almost drooled. “And miss this? Never,” Tanner cooed once he found his voice. He moved closer, itching to touch that beautiful body. Brent smiled. “Maybe I should have come armed, though. I’ll be fighting off my competitors.” “Oh, Brent, you have no competitors,” Tanner sighed, enraptured once again. He felt like a cliché. But, God, if Brent wasn’t dreamy. Too bad it was going to turn out to be a nightmare. “Shall we go in?” Brent said, holding out his hand. Tanner pushed all negative thoughts aside and took Brent’s hand. He’d never been able to hold someone’s hand in public before. “I’m ready,” he said. Brent blushed and led them to the door. Tanner peered at him while they waited to enter. “Why, Brent, did I say something dirty?” he purred, enjoying his role to the hilt. Brent ducked his head. “You don’t have to say anything, you make me think dirty things when you look like that,” he admitted. “Sorry.” Tanner chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. I wore this for you. To make you think dirty things.” Brent looked at him with some surprise. “You’re so straightforward, you know that? It’s nice. You’re so different from other girls.” Tanner bit back his immediate reply, which would have been incriminating. What he said was, “I don’t believe in pretending I’m not with the handsomest guy in the place.” He smiled brilliantly at the bouncer, who looked him up and down quite obviously. Apparently he was a really convincing girl. He was starting to like it a little too much.
Brent held the door for Tanner as they entered, and suddenly they were engulfed in sound. The club looked quite large, and dancers already filled three quarters of the floor. The music called to him, dragging him to the dance floor. “You want a drink? Or just want to get out there?” Brent asked with a smile. They were already nearly on the dance floor. In answer, Tanner pulled Brent onto the dance floor. He really loved to dance. He didn’t know if he was any good at it, but he didn’t care. He loved to move. It made him feel exhilarated and alive. It was almost better than sex. And to be dancing in public with a guy! In a mainstream bar! It was heaven. Tanner danced with abandon, moving to the beat and letting it suffuse him. He opened his eyes to see Brent watching him raptly, with a look of what could only be hunger on his face. It went straight to Tanner’s libido. He moved closer, brushing against Brent tantalizingly. Brent licked his lips and moved with Tanner, and it was all he could do to keep from pressing against him intimately. Tanner knew he’d be aroused soon, the way this was going— while he didn’t think it would show immediately—there was no way Brent wouldn’t feel something that very definitely wasn’t supposed to be there. There was something he could do. He turned around, leaning back against Brent’s bigger body, and Brent immediately wrapped an arm around him. Tanner whimpered, and pressed his ass back. He moaned when he felt Brent, hard and hot against him. “Sorry,” Brent murmured in his ear, but Tanner wasn’t sorry. He was high on arousal, and he was very much in danger of forgetting who he was. Or rather, who he wasn’t. He loved the feeling of Brent’s desire for him, even though he’d never have him inside him. Just a little more; he wanted this, just for once. Brent put his hands on Tanner’s hips and they danced that way, as one. Tanner was sure he’d never had such a wonderful time. Finally, they stopped for a drink. Brent got them both beers and they found a secluded corner. Small couches seemed to invite getting close, and Brent and Tanner did just that. Tanner draped his legs over Brent’s lap and leaned against his side. “I’m having so much fun,” he said. “Me, too,” Brent nodded. “It’s amazing to watch you.” Tanner felt himself blush. He had to tell Brent. Just not now. “Thank you.” Tanner snuggled close; he knew he might never get a chance like this again and he was intent on enjoying it. Nagging guilt in the back of his mind bothered him, but he ignored it in favor of lavishing attention on Brent. Brent traced his fingers lightly up and down Tanner’s long legs. Tanner could easily see Brent’s sizable erection and he ached to be fucked by this gorgeous man. If only he could get Brent aroused enough that he wouldn’t
care...he wondered if it was possible. The way Brent reacted to him, Tanner thought he might just be able to do it. He was lucky Brent was such a gentleman and kept his hands mostly to himself. He seemed to like Tanner’s legs, and touching them was safe enough. He hadn’t gone anywhere near Tanner’s “breasts” at any rate. Not knowing what real breasts felt like, Tanner had no idea if his padded bra would pass muster. Tanner contented himself with caressing Brent’s lovely muscles, wishing he could lick every inch of him. Then bend over and take that thick cock up his ass. The very thought made him moan. He leaned in to kiss Brent, trying to convey his desire through lip lock. Brent responded eagerly; Tanner had never enjoyed kissing as much as he did with Brent. The boy seemed perfect in every way. Except of course, that he thought Tanner was Nena. Tanner could tell that Brent was holding himself back with great effort. He could only imagine the control he must have; Tanner himself ached with need. It was time; time to come clean. But not here. “Let’s go back to your room, please, baby,” Tanner begged, lips brushing Brent’s ear. “Are you sure?” Brent said, clearly anticipating a rerun of last time. “Yes, Brent,” Tanner said solemnly. “And this time we won’t stop unless you want to.” That was the truth, at least. “That won’t happen,” Brent promised, and Tanner wished that were true. “Just remember that,” Tanner insisted. “This time, it’s all up to you.” He knew it would make no sense to Brent right now. Brent nodded, mystified. “Okay.” Tanner stood up, smoothing his skirt carefully, checking to be sure his arousal wasn’t showing. Brent stood and pressed behind him, and nuzzled his ear. Tanner whimpered. Brent had driven, so they made their way to the parking garage, and Tanner hung on Brent. It felt so good to be openly affectionate that he wondered how he would ever live without this. Brent, for his part, seemed to eat it up. He opened the door for Tanner and helped him with the seat belt. Brent was acting so excruciatingly sweet that Tanner really wished he was who Brent thought he was. Brent would make the best boyfriend. The drive back to Brent’s apartment was quick, and soon Brent locked the door securely behind them. “Alone at last,” he said, advancing on Tanner. Tanner shivered, watching Brent. This man was so much bigger than him. Would he hurt him when he found out? He couldn’t bring himself to believe that. “Brent,” he breathed, then the other man was on him, pressing him to the door, giving him another one of those incredible kisses.
Tanner could lose himself in Brent’s kisses. He clung to those broad shoulders and kissed back, opening to him, surrendering all will. He vaguely felt Brent steer him back toward the bed, and Brent lowered him carefully with his strong arms. Tanner felt small and vulnerable, yet protected, and he gave into it. This was his every dream come true, and he forgot about everything except the feeling of Brent’s body against his. Brent moaned into the kiss, and Tanner could feel the hard line of his cock, so ready for him. Tanner ran his hands all over Brent’s beautiful body, and Brent paused just long enough to tug his own shirt off. Then he was back on Tanner, wriggling against him, fitting their bodies ever closer together. Tanner’s hands roamed at will now, over Brent’s silky smooth skin and firm muscles. Abruptly, Brent stopped kissing him, drawing back just a bit. Tanner panted for air, looking up at Brent, wondering why he’d stopped. Then he realized. Brent had managed to move until he was between Tanner’s legs. Their hips were fully pressed together. “N-Nena?” Brent stammered. He hadn’t moved; in fact, he seemed frozen in place, his expression disbelieving. He was busted. “I’m sorry,” he squeaked, the only thing he could think to say. “I…” Brent’s eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open. “You…you’re…” He shook his head, gaze searching Tanner’s face. “No. Tell me…tell me you’re not…” Tanner bit his lip, suddenly miserable. “I didn’t mean to deceive you, I’m so, so sorry…” Brent shook his head again. “No.” He moved his hand between them, up Tanner’s leg. Before Tanner could stop him, Brent pressed his hand to Tanner’s crotch. “No,” he repeated. He scrambled back on the bed. “Brent, I’m sorry, I…” Tanner had been about to say he could explain, but he couldn’t, not really. What could he say? Brent seemed much younger, much smaller. “Was it a bet? Did somebody put you up to it?” he whispered. “Are you taping this or something?” Tanner gasped. “No! Not at all!” He hadn’t thought this through. He’d been so stupid. He’d hurt this sweet man. He’d expected anger, but not this. “Then…then why?” “I wanted you,” Tanner said simply, looking down. “It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t think you would like me, even as a girl.” “You came to the party to…to fool me?” Brent still looked hurt.
“To talk to you,” corrected Tanner, sitting up and crossing his legs. “To make you notice me. You didn’t know I was alive.” “Did we know each other before?” Brent asked, frowning. “What’s your real name?” “Tanner,” he answered. “And we have two classes together.” Brent’s mouth dropped open. Tanner went on hastily, “But no. We didn’t know each other. We’ve never even talked. You’ve never noticed me.” He laughed ruefully. “Why would you?” “I...I don’t understand,” Brent said softly. Tanner hated the hurt look in Brent’s eyes; he’d put it there. “I didn’t think it would ever get this far,” Tanner explained, feeling as low as dirt. “I tried to stop, but...” “When you left, after you...oh, God,” Brent said, clearly realizing he’d been blown by a guy. He covered his mouth. Tanner’s mood sank even lower. Brent was surely grossed out. Brent stared silently at Tanner for a long moment. Tanner guessed he was mentally reassessing everything they’d done together. When Brent didn’t speak, Tanner felt the need to fill the silence. “It doesn’t make you gay,” he said. “You didn’t know.” Brent shook his head. “I know that.” Tanner waited for the other shoe to drop. “I’ll go if you want—” Brent interrupted. “I don’t believe it.” “What?” Brent had certainly felt the proof of Tanner’s maleness. “You’re too pretty to be a boy.” Brent’s tone had turned speculative. Tanner blinked at the semi-compliment. “Um, well...you felt...” “I know. But look at you.” He looked Tanner up and down. “You have tits.” “Padded bra,” Tanner answered, pulling his shirt up. Unexpectedly, Brent flushed. “Take it off. Please. I want to see.” Now Tanner’s heart pounded. “What?” he whispered. “Prove you’re a boy,” was Brent’s answer. Now Tanner felt his face heat. This was so weird, but he wasn’t going to say no. Wordlessly, he pulled off his shirt, leaving him in just the lacy bra. He felt exposed already. “Come on,” Brent urged, and his voice sounded hoarse. Perversely, Tanner’s cock hardened again. “Take it off.” Tanner swallowed and reached behind him to unhook the bra. Then he let the shoulder straps fall down while he held the bra over his nonexistent breasts. It was almost a striptease.
Brent made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan. “Please,” he said, and Tanner hardened fully. It really seemed like Brent was still into him. Whatever was happening, he wouldn’t be the one to stop it. Tanner nodded and let the bra drop, baring his chest. Brent really did moan this time, and he stared at Tanner’s upper body. “You really are a boy,” he said. Again, Tanner nodded, watching Brent anxiously. Could he be reading this right? “Are you really mad at me?” he asked, barely audible. Instead of answering, Brent said, “Stand up.” Confused, Tanner complied, standing in front of Brent in only his skirt. Again, Brent looked him up and down so intently that Tanner could almost feel the touch of his gaze. His cock had shifted and he was pretty sure his erection was visible. “Pull up your skirt,” Brent commanded, and Tanner gasped. There was really no mistaking that. He risked a glance at Brent’s crotch, and sure enough, his arousal had returned. Maybe it had never gone away. Slowly, Tanner lowered both hands to the hem of his tiny skirt. It was Spandex, so it was easy to pull it up. He stopped just short of his underwear, because he wanted Brent to urge him on. Brent did. “Show me.” Tanner felt dirty, and he loved it. He pulled the skirt up higher, exposing his black thong underwear that no longer contained his cock. It poked out the top of the undergarment, and stretched it in a way it wasn’t designed for. It felt sexy as hell. “Oh, God,” Brent panted, and his gaze went from Tanner’s face to his cock and back. Tanner wasn’t sure what would happen next, so he let Brent look his fill. “Pull your cock out.” Tanner moaned. He’d never done anything so decadent and he was close to coming already. He pulled his underwear down with one hand and eased his aching cock out with the other. He gripped it, pushing it out slightly, unsure what Brent wanted. Slowly, Brent stood, and it was all Tanner could do to stand still as the much larger man approached him. “God, do you have any idea how sexy you look?” Brent growled, looming over him. Tanner shook his head, not trusting his voice, but he gasped when Brent wrapped his hand around the hand holding his cock. Brent moved Tanner’s hand up and down, watching intently. “Fuck!” Tanner cried out. He hadn’t expected that.
“You have no idea how much I wanted you,” Brent said in a low voice, still moving his hand. “I didn’t understand why I was so obsessed with you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Tanner raised his gaze to Brent’s face, amazed at what he said. Brent went on. “You were so different. So sensual. So perfect. I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you.” He paused. “As I want you,” he added. He moved his hand faster. Tanner had to reach up and hold onto Brent’s free arm to keep his knees from buckling underneath him. “Still?” he had to confirm, though the evidence seemed incontrovertible. Brent nodded, looking sexier than ever. “I’ve only ever been with girls,” he said, “but I’ve always had these fantasies about boys. I never told anyone…” He moved Tanner’s hand and now touched his cock directly. His eyes closed for a moment and he moaned. “So I guess somehow my body knew. God, this is hot…” It was better than Tanner could have hoped for. Brent was into him. Him. “I’m yours, Brent. You can do whatever you want,” Tanner urged. He wanted Brent to experiment, put those big strong hands all over him. Brent pulled Tanner hard against him. “Oh yeah, I will,” he promised. “The time you sucked my cock, that was the best thing I’d ever felt.” Tanner smiled. “I thought it was all I’d ever get. I was so hard for you…” He rocked slowly against the denim of Brent’s pants. He looked up at the handsome man. “You can fuck me, Brent. Do you want that?” Brent groaned, his hand going to Tanner’s ass. “Oh, fuck yes. You’d let me put my cock in your pretty ass?” Tanner could tell Brent was totally into it, and all doubts fled. He reached up to wrap his arms around Brent’s neck, lengthening his slender body, pressing against him. “Anything you want. I’ll bend over for you. You want to fuck me from behind?” “God. Yes.” Brent gasped. “Want to do everything.” Tanner could tell that Brent, deep in the throes of his fantasy, was extremely aroused. He needed to get things moving and get that lovely thick cock in him. “Need you bad, baby. Please. Now?” Brent nodded. “What do I do?” Tanner smiled. Brent looked unsure now, and it made him fall for him more. “It’s not that different. Just let me…” He detached himself from Brent and grabbed his purse. He handed Brent a condom. “I think you know what to do with that.” He pulled out a small tube of lube.
Brent grinned. “I think I can manage.” Tanner watched for a moment as he took off his jeans, whimpering as he admired Brent’s very masculine body. Every plane and angle was delicious and he’d get to explore it all. Soon. But now, they both needed to fuck. When Brent had the condom on, Tanner slicked it with lube, Brent watching carefully. Tanner asked, “You want me naked? Or should I keep the skirt on?” He slipped off the thong underwear. Brent seemed torn. “Keep it on,” he whispered, as if embarrassed. “And the boots…” “Kinky boy,” Tanner smirked. “I love it.” He turned away to lean over the bed, his skirt pulled up just enough to expose the curve of his ass. If there was one thing Tanner knew, it was how to present himself. Brent needed no more urging. “Fuck,” he moaned as he stepped behind Tanner. “Mmm, yes please,” Tanner breathed and spread his legs. “Fuck me.” He knew it was going to hurt at first, but he wasn’t about to make Brent go slowly. He reached back to spread himself open to Brent’s view. His own cock pulsed; he’d never been so aroused himself. Strong hands on his hips told Tanner that Brent was in position; he felt the tip of the sheathed cock against his entrance and he panted. “Come on, baby, just go slow at first…” Brent pushed, sliding in just a bit, and he gasped. “Fuck, it’s not gonna fit…” “It will fit,” Tanner assured him, voice strained. He forced himself to relax. It did feel like he was being split open but he knew it would pass. “Fuck me, Brent…” Tanner almost wished he could see Brent as he took him but this was his favorite position. It was so erotic to just bend over and take Brent’s hard cock, at the bigger man’s mercy…He felt his skirt pushed up higher and then Brent slid fully inside him. “Oh, God, Tanner…” It was so good to hear his own name from Brent’s lips. Especially now when their bodies were joined so intimately. “You’re so tight, it’s so hot…” Tanner panted, willing his body to adjust. “I’m all yours now, you’re inside me,” he whispered. His own cock bobbed against his belly, hard as ever. “Move, please…” He craved the sensation of Brent’s cock sliding over his most sensitive spots. Brent pulled out carefully, then thrust back in, accompanied by a grunt. “Oh, shit, so good,” he said, and repeated the action. Tanner grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets and braced himself.
“Yeah, Brent, fuck me,” he moaned, pressing back into Brent’s movements. Brent soon found his rhythm, driving in and out a little harder each time. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he gasped between thrusts. “This isn’t pain, believe me,” Tanner insisted, reaching down at last to stroke his cock. “It’s perfect. Keep it up.” The pleasure began to build, sparking up his spine. “Not much longer,” Brent said, sounding almost apologetic. “I just, God, you feel so good…” “So do you,” Tanner said, legs shaking a little. “Your cock is so deep inside me, Brent…” Brent’s thrusts sped up, getting more erratic. “Close,” he warned. “Can’t hold back…” “Come for me,” said Tanner, stroking himself faster. He needed to come, and to hear Brent’s release. “Brent…” With a strangled cry, Brent began his climax, and his moans set Tanner off. His fantasy’s cock in his ass, Tanner came hard, long streams of seed arcing across Brent’s bed as he felt his new lover fill him. Brent didn’t move for a long moment, and Tanner said, “Brent? I need to, my legs…” “Oh!” Brent cried, pulling out with a whimper from them both. “Are you okay?” He reached out to pull Tanner upright. Tanner, touched by Brent’s obvious concern, said, “Yes. I just need to lie down.” He eyed the wet spot with disdain. “Sorry.” Brent laughed. “My fault,” he replied. “Here.” He pulled the covers back and eased Tanner down onto the bed. Tanner groaned. “Oh, that feels better…” He looked up at Brent. “Join me? Please?” He wanted to feel strong arms around him, to convince him it hadn’t been a dream. He watched Brent anxiously, hoping he wouldn’t be repulsed now that they’d done the deed. “Of course,” Brent said, then paused. “Oh, wait.” With an adorable blush he pulled off the condom and threw it away, then hurried back to the bed. Then he climbed onto the bed beside Tanner. Tanner snuggled close. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. He’d never been happier. Brent stroked Tanner’s back lightly. “I still can’t quite believe it,” he mused. “Mmm.” Tanner was already dozing. Brent snickered. Tanner opened one eye and mumbled, “What’s so funny?” “The ultimate proof you’re a guy,” Brent answered, smiling. “You fall asleep after sex!”
Tanner’s only answer was to snuggle closer and snore lightly.
About the Author Inspired by the important things in life—beauty, love, and passion—Jade has spent several years writing erotic fiction. The forbidden nature of homoeroticism is the basis for many megabytes of fiction that have delighted a wide circle of online readers. Please feel free to visit Jade at www.JadeFalconer.com or on MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/jadefalconer.
