My eternal hard on flags a bit (smelling the pizza and popcorn). Without thinking, I dig in. Only when I mash the last bite of my pizza into my mouth do I realize that Brian has been watching me. I notice in embarrassment that while I was un-self-consciously pigging out (eating my entire personal pizza and half the popcorn), Brian had only had a couple of bites of his and a couple handfuls of popcorn. You'd think I was the football player. Brian just smirks and drawls, "I hope your appetite for everything is as voracious as it is for food." I blush, and my eternal hard on returns. Full force.

Brian slides his arm around my shoulders and draws me closer. He must be stronger than he realizes because he pulls me roughly into his left side and winces in pain and surprise. Afraid of hurting him any more than I already have, I start to move away, but he holds me firmly in place. I still can't believe that Brian's dad kicked him down the stairs. I think Brian must have been trying to downplay the incident. Remembering with a chill, the sheer number and size of his bruises suggest that his dad kicked him a bunch of times before kicking him down the stairs. And all because the weedwacker wouldn't start. It's beyond comprehension. I am suddenly overwhelmed by the need to comfort Brian, to cherish him, to show him just how rare and beautiful he is.

I surprise us both by sliding to my knees in front of him on the floor. I slowly remove his shirt and toss it onto the couch, all the while looking deep into Brian's eyes. I see shock, vulnerability, and desire there. I run my hands lightly, so lightly, over his bruised skin. He flinches at first, in anticipation of pain. But he relaxes when it doesn't come. Then I start laying gentle, open-mouthed kisses in between the bruises. I breathe against his skin, "You're so beautiful, Brian. So beautiful."

Brian moans softly. Then I move to his chest, licking, sucking, and nibbling on his nipples and a trail of skin downward. He leans his head back a little, but he's still watching me intently. He's panting now. I'm scared out of my mind, but I like that fear. It makes my dick impossibly harder to imagine myself doing something neither Brian nor I would ever expect. Even more so because I know my mother is somewhere in the house, and though we are in the dark and I am partially hidden by the couch, which faces away from the stairs, she could still see me, catch me sucking Brian's cock. Cause that's exactly what I'm planning to do.

I hear Brian's breath catch in his throat when I reach for his jeans and unbutton and unzip them. I smile brightly and start pulling his jeans and then his underwear down.

Fuck.

Brian wasn't lying. His dick is thicker (and longer) than I imagined. I swallow hard, but I'm getting off a little on my nervousness. Then I dive in, licking the underside of his cock. Brian groans softly. I start jerking him off as I suck on the head of his dick. Brian spreads his legs wider and unconsciously thrusts up, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth. Incensed, I remove my hand and take his entire length into my mouth. I don't even know how. He's so big. Before I know it, I'm sucking his cock fast and hard, drawing it all the way into my mouth each time, sometimes even bringing the tip of his cock into my throat. Each time I do that, Brian shivers.

Brian moans, "I can't last much longer."

Filled with a strange pride, I redouble my efforts, now making sure the tip of his cock enters my throat every time. Suddenly, Brian shakes and shudders and cries out, "Oh!" Really loud. Then he's cumming into my mouth. I swallow it all.

Brian's cry must have woken my mom up because I hear her coming down the top set of half stairs. I pull back and mutter, "Fuck! My mom." I jump back onto the couch as Brian frantically pulls his pants up and his shirt over his head. Then he runs his hands through his hair and smiles. Even now, he's so fucking sexy. My mom pokes her head around the corner (and into the living room, though she's still at the top of the bottom set of half stairs) and asks, "You boys, okay? I thought I heard a scream."

I astound both Brian and I with my nonchalance as I answer, "Yeah, mom. I accidentally stepped on Brian's foot."

Laughing, she replies, "Well maybe you shouldn't sit in the dark. You know how clumsy you are."

She turns on the light and then goes back upstairs. The moment we no longer hear her retreating footsteps, we both burst out laughing. Then Brian stands up and takes my hand, pulling me into the half bathroom (off the living room). He pushes the lid down, sits on the toilet, and pulls me onto his lap so that I'm facing away from him. Then he unfastens my pants and pulls them and my underwear down.

He whispers against my neck, even as he starts stroking my painfully erect cock, "That was some blowjob, Sunshine. Fucking incredible."

The combination of the softness of his voice and the compliment send a warm shiver down my spine. He grips my dick hard and starts placing open-mouthed kisses from my earlobe down to my pulse point. Then he draws his tongue back up to my earlobe and begins to suck on it gently. I moan, "Brian…"

Brian bites my earlobe as he swipes the precum off the head of my cock and picks up the pace. I draw my breath in sharply and lean my head back, giving him greater access to my neck. He starts sucking on my neck hard.

I cry out, "Oh fuck!"

Suddenly, his lips are on mine and his tongue is in my mouth. I growl a little, causing Brian to moan, and grab his neck and roughly pull him closer, kissing him deeply and a little violently. Brian is not even slightly put off by this. He squeezes my dick harder, pumps it faster, and then kisses me back just as, or more, ferociously. When he bites my lip, I whimper and freeze. Then I'm cumming in long white spurts, all over the wall my mom so carefully painted a pretty country rose. Brian kisses me deeply as my orgasm shudders through me and then pulls back and releases my cock.

As I try to slow my heart (it's beating so hard and fast) and catch my breath, Brian examines the wall. I look at him curiously, raising an eyebrow. Then he states in a mock enthusiastic voice, "It works! A nice light almond. Goes well with the rose. But the Jackson Pollack style might be a little too modern for the whole… (he pauses as he looks around at the little baskets of dried flower petals and the flower wallpaper trim) country farmhouse theme."

My eyes widen. Then I burst out laughing.