When A Girl Canceled On Us 07 (Patreon)

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Chapter 7: Bro Time

The next few days were more of the same. One day, I showed Brandon around my hometown, even quickly meeting a few of my friends. We drove past the high school, the rec center, the same strip mall where everyone hung out on Friday nights.

“This is like a little Mayberry,” he said as we got back into the car, “It’s kind of wholesome.”

“Yeah, it’s boring as hell when you’re a teenager,” I said, pulling out of the parking lot. “But it’s not the worst place to grow up.”

“Everyone seems to know each other,” he said. “Your buddy at the gas station knew your name.”

“That’s just how it is here.”

“Where’d you grow up?” I asked from the driver’s seat, putting a hand on his leg.

“SoCal,” he said, “LA.”

“I know, but what was it like?” I asked. “LA sounds really nice.”

“Eh… nice is relative. It’s too sunny, celebrity-obsessed starfuckers,” he said, and we started laughing.

“Poor you,” I said. “Too much sunshine and hot people everywhere.”

“Exactly. It’s exhausting,” he said, grinning as he knocked his shoulder lightly into mine.

I knew there was more to it, a complicated relationship with his place of origin, his family and all that, but I didn't need to pry.

—[]—

Christmas morning, my brother walked in to wake us up, busting me in bed with Brandon. He shook my shoulder awake, and I slowly entered morning awareness as I saw him smirking down at me. For a second I didn’t even remember where I was, just the warmth of the room, the smell of my old house, and the heavy weight pressed against my back under the covers.

I jerked my head to look at Brandon. His messy hair was the only thing sticking out of the blanket as he faced away from me, his big body curled up and hidden like a giant cat sleeping soundly under the big comforter. One of his hands was still resting on my hip while he slept.

“Fuck,” I muttered, turning back to Eric.

“I knew you guys were hooking up,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. It went without saying that Eric wouldn’t tell anyone. Still, my stomach did a quick nervous flip.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered.

Brandon’s head started turning before I could say anything. His eyes were still closed as he rolled onto his back. The blanket shifted with him, and his giant morning wood looked even more massive as it made a circus tent over his hips in the comforter.

Eric raised his eyebrows. “Damn.”

“Shut up,” I hissed, grabbing the edge of the blanket and tugging it higher over Brandon’s waist, failing to cover up the erection.

“I can see what you like about him,” he said, smirking just enough that I knew he was needling me. Eric was painfully straight, which somehow made it funnier. He headed for the door. “C’mon, Mom wants us downstairs. Merry Christmas.”

He winked at me and left. I fell back onto my pillow just as Brandon started to stir. 

“Were you talking to someone?” he asked sleepily, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

—[]—

We had a nice Xmas day, and my Mom made a bunch of special things for Brandon since he obviously didn’t have as many presents as us. 

“My Mom just shipped a gift box to the frat house before we left,” he said, chuckling.

“Oh, so that’s what that big box was,” I said back. 

After everything was opened, Brandon offered to take a pic of us with our presents. 

“Nooo,” my mom said, shutting him down. “You need to be in the photo too! We always take group selfies on Christmas.”

“It’s true,” I said, smiling a little nervously. 

“I got it,” Eric said, grabbing his phone, “I’ve got the longest arms.”

“Actually,” my Mom said, “Brandon does.”

My Dad and I almost simultaneously released an, “Ohhh shit.”

Eric wasn’t even bothered. He just laughed. “You’re right.”

Brandon sheepishly took Eric’s phone and reached out as we gathered together. I put an around both Eric and Brandon’s shoulders, with my parents on either end of us.

I looked at the photo after it was taken. It made me melt inside a little bit. 

“Looks good,” I said, trying to hide my emotions. 

“Wow,” my Mom said, “What a perfect group of boys.”

“Hey,” I said, “We’re men now.”

My Dad, Eric and Brandon rolled their eyes almost simultaneously.

—[]—

The next day, Brandon and I got up early to head back to campus, since we thought it would be fun to spend some time there before classes started again.

On the way out, Eric, wearing his loose pajama pants and a tight tank top gave me a hug, ending it with a squeeze on the ass. I punched him on the shoulder.

“Fag,” I said, smiling at him with the irony of having said that. 

“Watch your mouth,” my Mom warned lightly. 

When my parents went inside, and Brandon was packing the car, I finally had a moment alone with Eric.

“Hey,” I said, “Thanks for not telling anyone about us. Sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“It’s alright,” he said, “I’ve been waiting for years for you to tell me, to be honest.”

“What do you mean?” I said, getting closer to him. “I just met him at school. We never even did anything until the camping trip!”

“I mean you being gay,” he said, “Obviously…”

“I’m not, or, I mean,” I said, tripping over my words, “I’ve only been with girls. And Brandon. I didn’t even think I’d actually like being with a guy.”

“Well,” he responded, “You’ve literally always had that MMF fetish, ever since we used to…”

He trailed off. He didn’t need to say it. I knew what he was talking about.

“Yeah,” I said, “Maybe that was a sign. I wish you told me! I didn’t even realize it was an option!”

“Dude, you’ve always perved on me! You used to beg me until I would jerk it with you!”

“That’s not how I remember it!” I said, laughing but also having the weirdest revelation. “Is that really what happened??”

“Yeah,” he said, “You were obsessed with it.”

I just chuckled, shaking my head. “Well, thanks for that retrospective trauma. I literally don’t even remember it that way.”

“All good. What’re brothers for?” he said, smiling. 

He shoved my shoulder, pushing me away toward the truck. “Your manboy is waiting.”

I rolled my eyes. 

“Bye!” I said with an exaggerated tone of irony as I walked away.

“Love you!” he shouted as I headed for the truck.

“Awww!” Brandon shouted from the passenger window, his own exaggerated irony adding to the mix.

“Love you too,” I said, loud enough for them both to hear, shaking my head.

When I got to the truck, I opened Brandon’s door. “You drive, I wanna try something.”

—[]—

As soon as we got on the highway, I reached for Brandon’s crotch and started rubbing. The road opened up into a long, quiet stretch where the trees thinned out and it felt like all we could see through the windshield was blue sky. I could feel the wholesome family vibes slipping out of my body, replaced by the recklessness that always showed up when it was “just us boys”, even better since Brandon and I discovered our mutual compatibility. 

And no one else could hear us now. 

I pressed into him, coaxing his dick to get hard in his pants, while he sort of ignored me, letting me do my thing.

“You having fun down there?” he asked, glancing down with a half‑smile.

“Yeah,” I said, which was true, but my heart was doing that stupid fast thing again. “I just… missed you.”

He let out a quiet laugh, not teasing, more surprised. “We literally haven’t spent a moment apart in weeks.”

“I know,” I said. “But still.”

The heater kicked on harder and the cab warmed up, that familiar mix of clean laundry we had done at my parents’ house, the unique smell that always came from his hoodie, and the faint smell from the cup holder I noted as I leaned over it, like a mix of all the beverages that had ever spilled in it. I rested my head against his abs for a second, looking down at his crotch as I played with it, then leaned in, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hormonal, college man monster dick as the truck hummed along.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Just… don’t make me crash.”

I just held it for a moment in my hand. I hadn’t been able to have uninhibited, volume-agnostic penis time in almost a week, and the second I saw it again, with no one else around but us, all that pent‑up energy came rushing back. The heater hummed softly, music playing loud on the speakers, and the whole truck felt like a private space.

He glanced down at me, one hand steady on the wheel. “You’re really doing this?” he said, half laughing, half nervous.

“Just drive,” I muttered, already shifting closer to the big, juicy head of his dick.

His breathing changed almost immediately as I licked the tip. Even though we had gotten off at my house, there was a thrill of doing it outside again, especially since we were exposed to anyone who might drive by with a higher truck than ours. 

One of his hands tightened on the steering wheel while the other hovered awkwardly in the air like he didn’t know what to do with it at first. I reached behind me to grab it and place it on the back of my head, encouraging him to push me down onto him. I could feel the tension running through him as he forced my head down onto his cock. The girthy monster was always a struggle when it entered my throat, but I knew how to relax at this point. I kissed his pubes around the base of his dick, and he held me there for a few seconds before letting me up.

Slime dripped from my lips down onto his big, red, veiny meat as I pulled away and coughed.

“I’m never gonna get used to this thing,” I said.

His response was quick. “Yes you will.”

He grabbed my head again and pressed me down. His dick throbbed repeatedly inside my throat, and it felt like he was close already. It was so hot picturing him cumming in my throat again, this time on the freeway, and I pulled out my own dick, stroking myself quickly while I moaned on him. 

I came up for another breath and held onto his shaft, stroking it firmly, knowing he was already close to the edge.

“Ohhh shit,” he said, grabbing my head again and pressing me back down to the base. 

I gagged this time, unprepared. I hadn’t even taken a proper breath, but he was cumming. His dick pulsed, reaching its maximum hardness and girth as I felt the waves of contractions move down his shaft, from my lips to my throat, pumping his seed directly into my stomach without even giving me the option to swallow.

Low on oxygen, I stroked myself as my body tried to groan, but I could barely make noise with his dick almost reaching my stomach.

I squirted onto the center console, not even thinking about where my load would end up. I was having the time of my life and this orgasm was going to happen one way or another. My body jerked, and he reached for my back, holding me in place before I fell forward onto the steering wheel and dashboard. 

He was so much more controlled than I was, like in general. When it was over, and I pulled my mouth off of him, he just exhaled slowly, eyes still on the road, like nothing had even happened. 

I grabbed a towel out of my bag to wipe us off, starting with his crotch, then my hands, then the center console.

“Damn,” he said, “Different kind of spill than this car is used to.”

We just laughed, because it wasn’t really true.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and leaned against the door, heart still racing.

“Holy shit,” I said quietly. "I didn't realize you produced that much. I never had to manage it in a moving vehicle."

He just shook his head, smiling. “You’re insane.” 

“I could barely breathe. I almost passed out!”

“I know,” he said, “But I gotchyu.”

It was true, he really did make sure I was good.

"You're finally relaxed," I said, shifting in my seat and adjusting my still hard dick to find a comfortable position.

“I keep thinking about yesterday morning,” he said, eyes forward. “Your brother. It’s like… real now.”

“Yeah,” I said. “He knows, apparently.”

He nodded. His grip on the wheel tightened, then loosened. “Not saying that’s bad.”

“I know.” I glanced at him. “It’s just weird.”

"I feel like I should be nervous," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. "It should be weird that Jake knows too, but I don’t really care. I keep running it through my head, and I can’t really figure how it would be a bad thing. We might as well just tell everyone."

"Yeah," I said, looking at the road ahead of us. "But I don’t know. It's weird."

"I mean, I've gotten with plenty of bi girls, but I don't know what it's like the other way around," he said.

"Yeah," I said again, "I honestly have no idea."

"At least I have you," he said, smiling.

"I'm your backup ass," I said, giggling like a little boy.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, if I can tear myself away from you long enough to even talk to a girl."

"I'm the best ass you've ever had," I said. 

"Honestly..." he said, tilting his head like he was thinking about it.

—[]—

Back on campus, a few guys were already back in the frat house. Brandon and I chilled in the living room with a couple them, with a movie on but mostly just chatting over it, catching up about what we did over break. For a while, I barely thought about the secret Brandon and I were harboring.

I had almost started to relax completely when Jake came in through the front door. 

“Sup fellas,” he said with a smirk, staring directly at me.

I gulped, looking at him awkwardly, halfway between laughing nervously and crying for some reason. Then he looked at the rest of the group of guys. 

“Who’s up for a gym sesh?”