Page 37 of Betting Brett

“His face was a masterpiece. I wish camera phones were a thing back then,” I tell him.

“We’ve come a long way together, haven’t we?” he asks.

“We have,” I reply, leaning back against him. “We don’t play in the mud anymore.”

“No, we don’t,” Brett says, smiling, leaning in. I can make out more of the finer details of his face: the freckle near his nose, the curve of his lips, the color in his eyes. The connection between us, always so potent, feels amplified in the quiet of the night, where the only other sound is the gentle rustle of leaves and the rhythmic chirps of the crickets. The world around us fades away; the legal papers, the familial betrayals - they all become insignificant In this moment. It’s just us - two souls intertwined by a love that defies definition. A love I never even thought I would experience. He was the ultimate prize, and I couldn’t believe I had won.

“You know… I’ve always loved you, Andy,” Brett whispers, his breath warm against my skin. The confession, though not new, still hits me with the force of a tidal wave. Because I know he isn’t just talking about the friendly kind of love we had shared before. He’s talking about a deeper kind of love. The soul mate kind.

“And you know I’ve always loved you,” I reply, the words barely whisper. Brett covers my mouth with his, swallowing the last of my words. The kiss is electric, a jolt of energy that ignites every nerve ending in my body. Brett’s lips become insistent, his hands exploring with a fervor that speaks of long-repressed desires.

“Andy,” Brett murmurs against my lips, his voice a low, husky whisper.

“Yeah?” I manage to respond. My voice is equally shaky, his touch awakening a torrent of sensations, making my dick twitch against my thigh. It was an instant reaction, my length hardening the moment Brett’s lips first touched mine.

“This is...” he starts, but words fail him. His hands trace paths of fire across my skin as he tries again. “You’re perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I won’t let anyone tear you away from me, no matter what they try. I want you by my side forever.”

“They’ll have to pry me off of you with the Jaws of Life if they want to separate us.” I bring our lips together for another kiss, smiling against his lips. My hand goes to his leg, squeezing his muscular thigh before gliding up and palming the bulge that strains at his jeans.

Brett’s fingers find the buttons of my pants, deftly releasing them. Seconds later, he’s tugging them down and bringing my boxers with them. The cool night air tightens my exposed skin, in stark contrast to the heat of Brett’s touch.

“You sure we’re ok out here?” I ask, glancing around.

“No one’s around, we’d hear someone coming from miles away. We’re good.”

The flame inside me lights up even brighter, and my cock twitches. I sit on my jeans to keep the grass and dirt from getting somewhere I don’t want them to, and then I reciprocate, my own hands eager to explore the hardness beneath Brett’s jeans. We’re a tangle of limbs and urgent need. It’s not long at all before I’ve got Brett naked from the waist down, his thick cock standing straight up to the sky, surrounded by a well-trimmed patch of dark hair. The moonlight washes over him, making his skin glitter and glow almost like he’s a walking diamond, a precious jewel that should only be admired and worshipped behind a protective layer of glass.

“How are you so sexy?” I ask him.

Brett’s hand wraps around my cock, his touch skilled and insistent. “Funny, I was just going to say the same thing about you.”

“Brett,” I moan as his hand strokes me, his thumb running across my leaking head. The bank of trees to our left offers a semblance of privacy, turning this into a sanctuary. Brett lifts his wet thumb up to his lips and tastes, smiling as he looks at me.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, the sight almost making me cum right then and there.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Brett confesses, his voice thick with emotion. His hand comes back to my cock and moves in rhythm with my own as I begin to thrust up into his tight fist. The world narrows down to the two of us, the stars above serving as a backdrop to this beautiful stage.

“I want to taste you, Andy,” Brett says, his voice a low, husky whisper that sends another wave of shivers down my spine, making my balls tighten.

God, yes,is all I can manage, the cascade of sensations threatening to pull me under.

Brett slowly goes down, kneeling on the ground as he holds me and licks at my tip first. I close my eyes and feel like I’m about to launch straight up into the night sky. His mouth descends, his lips wrapping around my hard length. The world dissolves into a blur of bliss as his warm and wet heat encases me. I put a hand on the back of his head, feeling his soft hair as he takes more of me.

And more and more, until my balls are against his chin. He looks up at me, smiling around my cock stuffing his mouth.

“Ohhh fuck, Brett,” I gasp. It’s like he knows exactly what my body wants. Giving it to me in a way I only ever dreamed of happening. Brett starts jerking himself off as he takes me back down his throat, bobbing his head, putting his all into it. I’m so close; I want it to last forever, but I know that the edge is right up against my toes.

“Keep going,” I urge him. “Yeah, keep sucking my cock. Fuck, Brett. Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

He swallows tightly as I climax, my world shattering and mending back together with every shot down his throat. He moans, licking away every last drop. His own body twitches and spasms as he cums, and his cock is still dripping as he sits back on his calves, lips glistening.

“God damn,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was… fucking amazing.”

“I’m honestly a little light-headed,” I say with a chuckle when I can finally talk again. I kiss him before getting my clothes back on. “I really hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

“I already can’t wait to do it again,” he says. I can taste myself on him, causing my still-swollen cock to make a valiant jump inside my jeans.

“I really fucking needed that,” Brett says with his forehead against mine. Crickets and cicadas cheer us on from the surrounding woods.

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