In the Life (14 page)

You know what really gets to me about my brother? He doesn't appreciate himself more.

I mean, he puts on a good mask, but I know the truth. He ain't happy. I think sometimes he wishes he could be more like me. Please don't think that I am arrogant. I just know my brother.

Did you know that he did not lose his virginity until he turned 20? I was getting head by age 15. While I was getting all kinds of ass thrown at me, he was in his room hiding behind a book studying.

Now, I ain't saying that he was some kind of hermit that just stayed indoors. He was well known in school just like I was. We are the Hayes brothers! What else do you expect? A party wasn't a party until we came through. Brandon is energetic and a fun type of guy, but he just doesn't believe in himself enough.

So he ain't in the best shape. So the fuck what?! He has swagger, but he just doesn't know it. How can you be confident in yourself and yet always walk with your head down?

He wants someone to love and all that shit. Me? I don't know what I want. Hell, I am only 23. Am I supposed to have all the answers now? If the answer to that is yes then I am shit out of luck. Call me what you want, but having a different flavor every so often is nice. You never get bored. And one thing I hate being is bored.

Now in our senior year of college, Brandon and I have decided to move off of our respective campuses and live together in our first apartment. This should be entertaining to say the least. We may be brothers, but that don't mean that we always see eye to eye.

We are night and day, but we have one thing in common, one thing that will forever hold us together. The crazy part, we don't even know it yet.

For better or for worse, we are brothers. We may be different, but we love each other. This is our story.

Chapter 2

The boredom of class was over. Braylon was never one for education. He didn't like studying or writing papers and barely ever took any notes in class. It was amazing that he still managed to pass his classes with a “C”. Either the teachers appreciated his athletic abilities or he made some lucky multiple choice guesses. Somehow he is still on track with getting his degree.

Braylon walked out of the building that his first class was in. The sunlight was blinding at first, but his eyes got quickly acclimated to the change. He grabbed the shades from his bag and put them on. The first sight that his shielded eyes saw was a young man walking across the courtyard.

The student looked to be a freshman. He was clean shaven with a baby face. He was short in height with a big booty. Braylon liked that.

He looked up at Braylon as he walked by. His gaze lingered for longer than it should have. The boy looked down for a moment and then right back up at Braylon. He couldn't tell if Braylon was looking too because of the shades.

He hoped he was. He had a feeling that he was. And he was right.

Braylon began to walk behind the young man. All the while, he was imagining what that booty looked like without fabric blocking his view. They walked all the way to a dorm. It wasn't the one that the boy lived in, but it was close. Anticipation had the boy's passions boiling.

The boy led Braylon down a hall and into a bathroom. Braylon kept a good distance for the whole trek so that they didn't look too obvious. Even now in the dorm, his pace was cool and slow.

When Braylon opened the bathroom door, he saw his future conquest washing his hands in the sink. He eyed Braylon in the mirror. He looked excited but extremely nervous. A head nod towards the last stall told the boy where to go next. He went dutifully.

He sat on the toilet seat and watched as Braylon walked in and locked the door. First, he dropped his backpack and then he unzipped his pants. The freshman pulled Braylon’s hardening penis out and began sucking it until it grew to its full nine inches.

Braylon rubbed the boy's closely shaven head. The boy may have been young, but he knew what he was doing. It all felt so good. Too good, to be exact. Braylon began bucking his hips forward. The boy was not fazed by this. He was a champ.

Keeping on like this would give Braylon the nut he needed, but not the one he wanted. He needed to feel the tightness of the boy's booty. He wanted to see it bounce as he pumped him over and over. He wanted to spread his seed all over those full, round cheeks.

He stood the boy up and made him turn around. His pants and underwear were snatched down in one forceful move. The boy grabbed onto the back of the toilet. His nervousness was gone. This was the hottest thing that he had ever done in his short eighteen years.

Braylon salivated over the mounds of flesh in front of him. He wanted to taste them, but instead grabbed his bag. He took out a condom and a small bottle of lube. Braylon was always prepared for times like these.

He squirted some lube on the boy's ass. Before putting the condom on, he had a little fun. He slid his dick up and around the hole. Braylon listened to his conquest moan; being tortured by the activity behind him. He wanted to be filled. He needed it more than air at that moment.

Braylon slid on the condom and threw the gold wrapper to the side. He began to slide into the freshman. Pain shot up the youth's body, but he welcomed it. He jacked his dick and spread his legs a little more. Braylon was half in and it already felt great. The boy was so tight. His dick was being massaged in between those fleshy walls.

Moans had to be suppressed as the dick down went into full swing. Braylon covered the boy's mouth and banged harder. Harder and faster. He was enjoying it. They both were.

Someone walked into the bathroom. Braylon didn't stop the anal assault. He slowed it down as they heard someone walk into the stall next to them. His ‘new friend' did all he could to fight the sounds of pleasure escaping his mouth. It was hard especially since the idea of being discovered was turning him on even more.

Once they heard the visitor leave, Braylon began banging even harder than before. He could no longer hold in his cries of ecstasy. The boy let loose. Braylon lifted up his shirt so he could see that booty bounce and jiggle a little better. It was a beautiful sight seeing his dick slide in and out of such a perfect set of globes.

Braylon felt his balls tightening which signaled the nut coming. He couldn't pull away. He had to ride this feeling out. He let go of his shirt and grabbed the boy by his hips with both hands. Also at his climax, the boy came all over his hand and on the toilet. Braylon came right after.

The boy hated feeling Braylon pull out. He stood up while still trying to catch his breath. He noticed Braylon reaching around him to throw the condom into the toilet. Before the boy could turn around, Braylon had zipped up and left the stall.

Braylon was washing his hands by the time his ‘friend' exited the stall.

"That was great! My name is Marlon, by the way." Those were the first words spoken this whole time. Braylon looked at the boy through the mirror and smiled. He dried his hands and walked away.

Chapter 3

His homework was finished, double checked, and put away back into his bag. All that was left to do was for Brandon was to sit around and wait for four o'clock to come.

On Tuesdays and Thurdsays, you could find Brandon in the math lab helping tutor any confused math pupil that walked through the doors. Brandon usually used the time for homework. It was much quieter there than it would be back at his place, especially when Braylon got home.

Brandon sat back in his chair and waited. He had twenty more minutes to go until his obligation to the place expired. Two others were busy giving help around him. At least they were getting some action.

"Fuck it," Brandon said to himself. He was about to grab his bag and leave a little early. The sight of someone coming in the room stopped him.

The man looked lost which was not a look that he usually held. Brandon knew exactly who he was. Adrian McKinney.
Fine ass Adrian McKinney. Mr. Big Man on Campus. King Kappa himself. Even then, Adrian was wearing the crimson and white colors that symbolized his fraternity. His peppermint candy looking Kappa Cane was in his hand as well.

Adrian walked over and put his book bag in a chair that was at Brandon's table. Adrian was not the meek, shy kind of person, but he spoke in a low tone when he asked, "Is this where I can get help with Calculus?"

"Yep. I'm Brandon. I can help you with that."

"Great," Adrian said with a relieved exhale. It was like asking for help had been the hard part that he had dreaded. He sat down and pulled out his book, notebook, and calculator.

"So what are you having a problem with?"

"Just about everything to tell you the truth. Derivatives, anti-derivatives, sigma notation, that whole tangent and secant crap… you name it."

"Well, we can start with derivatives which is probably the best place to begin. Do you understand simple differentiation?" Adrian shook his head. Brandon tried not to let any anxiety show, but he knew that he was in for a long session that would go longer than those twenty minutes.

Brandon assumed that getting Adrian to understand the concepts would be very hard, but it ended up being simple. They would go through a few sample problems together and then Brandon would have Adrian do one or two by himself. After they checked it to see if it was right, they would go to a harder section of problems.

Adrian had really come there with an open mind to learn which was always needed. People who came in frustrated and with an attitude normally left the same way, if not more confused.

"You seem to have derivatives under control. You really didn't need that much help with that."

"Yeah, it seems that way, but I bet you come test time I go blank."

"If you keep doing some practice problems at home, you should be good. Do you understand it when the professor is going over it?"

"Hell no," Adrian replied with a laugh. "I can't understand a damn word that is coming from Dr. Argulia's mouth! I don't know where he is from, but it for damn sure ain't no where that English is a first language."

"Dr. Argulia? I think he is Egyptian or something like that. I have had him before."

"Did you pass?" Brandon nodded his head in confidence. He had gotten an A from him.

"Well, lucky you."

"You will get it, man. Just study."

"Well, can you study with me? I mean, you know, help me like one on one like this at my crib. I stay in the Harbors and our test is next Thursday. We haven't even started talking about all the other shit that I need to know and I have already been here like 40 minutes. Can I get your number?"

Brandon wished that Adrian was asking for his number for other reasons besides tutoring. This Kappa definitely did fit the prettyboy stereotype. He was tall with a lean, muscular body that had to have seen at least some gym time. His café aut lait colored skin was pure perfection. His mustache and goatee were so neat they looked like they had been drawn on with a sharpie. His hair was a little wild and curly. Adrian's hair texture and hazel eyes always made Brandon wonder if he was mixed with something. Or maybe it was just a hair texturizing kit and some colored contacts.

This caliber of man was way out of Brandon's league. Brandon didn't exactly know what his league was, but he knew reality.

They exchanged contact information and Adrian left. Brandon's eyes were on his back as he exited.

"Damn," Brandon said under his breath when his gaze went down to Adrian's cute, high bubble booty. "I never noticed that before."

It was now past time for Brandon to leave. He grabbed his bag and vacated the now empty room. He pulled out his telephone to call one of his buddies.

"What you up to?" Brandon asked once his "big brother" answered the phone. Don'ya sounded a little out of breath.

"Nothing much. Just running around after Evan's bad tail self."