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Coming into school on Wednesday was different. I've read accounts about how people would line up and wait for the Program participants to show up—basically you're supposed to do a striptease—but that didn't happen to me. I mean, there were people around, but they didn't pay me much mind. Who's interested in seeing Brandon Chambers naked in school anyway? And it was fine by me, because I doubt I could strip-tease if my life depended on it. Who exactly would I be teasing? Everybody's gag reflex?

Hi, I'm Brandon Chambers, and I'm probably the most cynical Program participant there ever was. Pleased ta meetcha.

But it was funny—when I got to our normal meeting place and saw Sajel standing there with Tim Kwan, the only thing I could do was smile. How interesting. Now I know how she feels.

"Hey, Brandon, what's up," Sajel asked.

"Uhm, not much," I said.

"Well, something's up," Sajel said, "that's a really weird smile on your face." She squinted at me. "You haven't been hitting the hash pipe or anything, have you?"

"No, I was just thinking that I know how you feel," I said. And so I had to explain what Arie and I had done the evening before.

"Wow," Sajel said. "You actually followed through with it."

"Yeah," I said, "I was thinking about... I dunno, it's really weird to say that those two idiots yesterday had a point, but they did. As everybody else reminded me by making the same point. I should... I might as well just, you know, whip it out more often. Say hello to Mr. Happy and all that. Even if it makes me uncomfortable."

"Yeah, but, why does it make you uncomfortable," Sajel asked me. "I mean, if there's some, I dunno, maybe your, uh, pistol only has a limited amount of shots in it or something. It'd be wise to..."

I laughed. "What, are you accusing me of firing blanks?"

"Absolutely," she said. "Brandon Chambers, impotent at sixteen. When you're in the Guinness Book of World Records, I'll say to my friends, 'Yeah, I knew him when.' No, seriously, why are you uncomfortable?"

"Honestly, I don't know," I said. "I thought about it a lot last night. Maybe there is no good reason. Well, aside from that whole fear-of-attack thing I have going." It comes from having parents who abandoned you when you were ten. It starts you wondering who else is gonna turn on you. That sort of thinking leads back to the Hole. "But if that's all that's holding me back... If that is what's holding me back... Then all the more reason to start whipping it out more often."

Sajel gave a truly evil grin. "Sounds like a good way to have fun. But you've already wasted half the week."

"No, I had fun yesterday too," I said. "Though it was still weird."

"How do you feel about it," Sajel asked me, and again I grinned. That's one of the central differences between men and women. I think it must be genetic. You tell Zach you got laid last night and he says, Cool, how was it? But you tell Sajel, and she asks, How do you feel? I wonder if I'm the only person on earth who tries to ask both, who tries to be both.

"Actually..." I said. "when I was thinking, I realized just how... How similar the situations were. To our time. One person who didn't take no for an answer... One person who wasn't so keen on it, but changed their mind and just went with it. Except that this time, I took the opposite role as before."

"And," Sajel said.

"Well..." I shrugged. And then grinned. "I guess I know how you feel."

Sajel tilted her head.

"I mean, it was fun, even though I don't think it was quite a good idea. And I don't really regret it so much, because things could've been a lot worse." I mean, Arie could've literally raped me, strapped on a dildo and stuffed it up my ass or something. "Well. I don't regret it, because it's either that, or drive myself insane with regret over something I can't change anymore. It happened, so... Might as well make the best of it."

Sajel gave me a true smile. "Now you feel the way I felt about it."

"Yeah, but... You did drive yourself insane with it for a little while."

"Not as long as you did."

I held up my hands in surrender, laughing. "Fine, fine, you win..."

Sajel winked. "Was she good?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sajel, Sajel. So prurient." So man-like, actually, was what was going through my head. Yay, somebody else tries to find a balance between genders!

She laughed. "Hey, you know me. Sexing up guys left and right." That's a hoot. Sajel's had how many boyfriends in her life? I'm sorry, was the correct answer zero? "So how was she?"

I blew out breath from pursed cheeks. "Well, honestly... It was great. She was, like, really into it."

I felt bad saying anything, because the only other experience I'd had was Sajel, and anything I said might make her feel bad, or think that I had found her lacking. Which wasn't the truth. I may have only had two partners (and only two experiences, how crazy is that), but I already knew that it wasn't a matter of comparison. Every girl is, simply, different. Not better, not worse, but different. And I don't just think that way because one of those girls happens to be my best friend, whom I hope will be at my wedding someday.

And thankfully, Sajel let the topic drop. Which gave me a chance to do the other thing I needed to do, which was grab her hands, give her a big kiss on the cheek (I was feeling unusually demonstrative that day) and say, "And because I didn't get to tell you yesterday, thank you so much for standing up for me yesterday."

She blushed. "Oh, come on, what else would a friend do?"

"Well, thank you for being my friend then," I said. "You think Zach would've done that?" Zach was my best friend for many years, and I still call him that, but the person I can really relate to? She's standing right in front of me.

Sajel laughed. "Yeah, true. But still. If he wouldn't do that, it's just proof that he's an idiot."

"Like we needed proof of that," I said, and we laughed.

Someone cleared a throat nearby. We turned. It was Jane.

"And what, may I ask, is going on here," Jane asked.

"I dunno," I said airily. "What is going on here?" I didn't know what she'd seen, or what was bugging her. Hopefully I could draw her out.

"Are you bringing in another replacement," Jane asked in tones of ice. Uh-oh. That meant she was angry.

"No," I said, serious again. "I'm thanking a friend for standing up for me. Yesterday Sajel took a punch for me. That means a lot."

Jane stared at us for a moment longer, her mouth working soundlessly, and then turned and left.

Sajel cut eyes at me. "Uh-oh."

"Yeah," I said. When Jane reacts like that, it's because she isn't really capable of backing down gracefully; the poor girl's just too headstrong. But still... "Hope this doesn't get out of hand."

"What'd she mean about 'replacements, '" Sajel asked, and I explained the backwash of Arie's plan yesterday. "Hnnnn," said Sajel, and I realized she thought I'd said the wrong thing to Jane. I probably had. "Well, here comes Arie. Maybe Jane can ask her how it went. Change her mind about... Wait, who is that?"

It was a woman I hadn't seen before, but given the cast of her eyes, the color of her hair, and the determined way she was charging around, Arie bobbing after her like flotsam in the wake of a boat, I could conjecture pretty well. "Arie's mother." Interestingly enough, Arie was wearing clothes, despite being on school grounds. She shouldn't have been. But just from the look of Arie's mother, I knew she wasn't the type of woman who would tolerate being followed by naked flotsam, Program rules or no.

"Wow," said Sajel. She can see those things too—see how people relate to each other, orient to each other. Arie was walking around like the back half of an animal, or maybe a trailer hooked up to a car: just following the decision-making part around. "No wonder she has such a bad time."

Arie's mother was, to say the least, imposing. She was shorter than any of us in height, taller than any of us in stature. Crowds parted before her—kids who knew instinctively that it'd be smart to get out of her way. There was a furious aura around her, detectable even at twenty paces, like the heat from a furnace. I've seen Dr. Zelvetti look like that once. Just once. People practically hid in the lockers. And boy, was she tired after that; you could see it on her face. Arie's mom, on the other hand, looked like she walked around like that all day. How the hell did she manage?

As they passed out of my vision, clouds rolled across the sky, obscuring the sun; a fitting prelude to the end of September.

"Excuse me," I said to Sajel, and left.

"Hi," I said to Arie. She gave me a dim glance and nary a word, but her mother rounded on us.

"Who is this, Arie? Is this your friend Brandon? Of course he is, he's not wearing anything. Arie?"

Arie gave a glum, slow glance. She seemed... Really unhappy. Almost slowed and burdened with it.

"Arie!" A whipcrack of a voice. "Answer me."

"Yes, that's Brandon," Arie said, in a voice that could charitably be called a whisper.

"Nice to meet you, Brandon," Mrs. Chang said shortly. "Come on, Arie."

Arie didn't move.

"Arie!" Mrs. Chang said again.

I took her by the shoulders. "Arie, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Arie said miserably.

"Because, you know," I said. "I am your Buddy in The Program. I'm supposed to support you." Oh please pick up on the hint oh please oh please oh please— "If you'd like someone to talk to or maybe just some company... Well, think of it as a reasonable request."

This time she did meet my eyes, and I could see the meaning behind them. "No, Brandon. I'm fine. Thank you."

And I let her go. She wasn't fine, any idiot with an eye could see that; but I think I understood that there was simply no way I could help.

"What was that," Sajel asked me when I got back.

"I don't know," I said. "One thing's for certain, though, I think Arie's a lot more depressed than she was yesterday."

"Yesterday she was bouncing off the walls," Tim reminded me.

"All right, than Monday then," I said.

Arie didn't come back before the bell rang, and the next time I saw her was in English. She was naked, so evidently her mother had been overruled, but she looked practically dead. She slumped there in her seat, the rise and fall of her breathing the only movement, and I felt bad for her.

I had other things to worry about, though. Most specifically, I had Meredith to worry about, who had passed me in the hall between first and second period, given me that beautiful, heart-warming smile, murmured, "Ooh, somebody's strutting his stuff," trailed her fingers (and fingernails) gently across my chest, and bestowed upon me a raging, teeming hard-on... All without breaking her stride.

And now I needed relief.

"Is anyone going to volunteer," Mr. Cavanaugh asked, as I slogged up to the front of the room, more or less determined to get through this. Sex is sex, I'll take it or leave it, but a chance to put more distance between me and the Hole...

"Anyone?" Mr. Cavanaugh asked into the silence. The echo of his own voice was the only answer. "... Anyone?"

"Oh come on," Zach said from his seat, "that's just sad. No one's gonna help him?"

Someone else spoke from the back of the room. "Why don't you help him then?"

Zach and I took one look at each other and simultaneously recoiled and went, "Ugh!" with our tongues hanging out. Which got a laugh, which is what I think Zach intended. I was glad to have him on my side.

But still no one stood forward.

"Come now, somebody," said Mr. Cavanaugh, stern now. "Alison Lowell." No answer. "Christa?" The girl from Monday—the one with the growing-out roots—jumped when he said this. "Sajel, care to help out a friend?"

"Bad idea," said Sajel and I at the same time.

I looked over the classroom and except for Zach, Sajel and Mr. Cavanaugh, no one would meet my eyes.

Sometimes the Hole is close to you. Some times like now.

I sighed. "Well. I guess that's it for me then." What a downer, what a motherfucking downer. I mean, how sad is that?—gets up to ask for relief, no one wants to touch him. Another time I might have been angry, but now I was just sad. "The Program is all about being comfortable with your sexuality and all that, but what if you don't get the chance? Well. I guess not everything works out the way it's supposed to. I think the pamphlet says something about..." Squinting, trying to remember the wording. "Comfortable with your sexuality, comfortable with your body, increased personal growth... Yeah, all that shit they throw at us. But it's not just me. We're all in The Program. Sure, I may be the only one naked, but that just means that it's my body everyone has to become comfortable with. I had it shoved on me the same as you did: I didn't sign up, they picked me. Maybe it'll be your turn tomorrow and I'll have to get used to you. But it's not like I'm the only one participating here.

"I have to learn... I have to learn about my body, I have to learn about my urges, I have to learn about fear... But you guys have to learn that too. It's a get-to-know-you process. It's a get-to-know-Brandon process. Yeah, you all know me, I'm the freak guy with the scars on his arms... But that's not all I am, I'm not even the only one with that label anymore. So who am I? Really? Besides all those convenient labels? 'The weird one, ' 'the freak, ' 'the guy who killed himself.' Honestly, I don't know, I'm still learning too. And now I'm in The Program, and everyone gets to learn. But if no one wants to... Well. I guess not everything works out the way it's supposed to."

I walked back to my seat and sat down.

For a second, no one moved. Then Mr. Cavanaugh stirred behind his podium. "Thank you, Brandon," he said, "I'll talk to Dr. Zelvetti on your behalf."

I just blinked at him. About what? I don't care.

Then he went back into Shakespeare, and it was back to business as usual. At least, for most of us. There were two of us now, sitting bleakly in our chairs, staring at nothing. I don't know if anyone looked at me that day, or what they thought of me. I didn't care.

Sometimes the Hole is close to you. Times when you don't measure up, times when you've failed. Times when you've done your best, played your hardest, given it all, and whoops—that just wasn't enough. Times you failed.

Times like now.

W .2

I wanted to get away during break, but I share Current Events with Kelsey, and she took one look at me and her eyes turned, those doors swinging shut, and she wouldn't let me go. She practically dragged me to Stetsen. I wanted to get away; I wanted to just fade into a corner somewhere. I wanted to stop being Arie Chang, on display; I wanted to stop being Arie Chang, naked in school; I wanted to stop being Arie Chang, depressed; I wanted to stop... Being. Just sit in a corner and fade away and disappear, and no one would ever remember me again.

But no, I had to face it.

"What was that in the morning," Brandon asked me. Brandon. God, I don't want to see him. I don't want to see me. Kelsey and Sajel and Brandon were all hovering around me looking really concerned; and Tim Kwan, that silent guy, was in the background somewhere, looking uncomfortable. And Zach too, because there was no one else to talk to, everyone was talking to me.

"That was my mother," I said. "She tried to take me out of The Program."

"I guess it didn't work," Zach said, "'cause I don't see any clothes on you." No one laughed.

"Yeah," I said. "Dr. Zelvetti took me outside and asked if I wanted to stay. I said yes."

Sajel and Brandon and Tim looked impressed. They'd seen my mother, after all. "Wow," Sajel said, "I'd liked to have seen that."

"What, seen what," Zach asked.

"Dr. Zelvetti stand up to Arie's mom," Sajel said.

"What's so interesting about that," Zach asked. (I found out later that he's faced down Dr. Zelvetti's wrath several times. Honestly, that's not surprising.)

"Dude, you haven't seen Arie's mom," Sajel said. "She's, like, the terror mom from hell, man!"

"Ehh," Zach said, "Right."

Of course, there'd been more to it than that. The conversation with Dr. Zelvetti out in the hall had been brief and typically to-the-point. "Do you want to stay with The Program," she'd asked, and I'd said Yes. "Good, I'll see that you stay in it. Does your mother bully you like this frequently," she'd asked, and I'd said Yes. "About what I'd expected. Are you planning to do something about it," she'd asked, and I'd lied and said Yes. Fighting my mother was just too tiring. It wasn't going to happen. But you could say the exact same about fighting Dr. Zelvetti.

Then Brandon asked me the question I'd been dreading. "Arie, how are you? Are you okay?"

There was simply no good way to answer that.

How was I? I was... Nasty, is how I was. I didn't take a shower last night, I didn't get my homework done, my hair was a mess, I'd barely eaten any breakfast, I didn't pay the slightest attention in any of my classes, I'd lacked the energy to get myself out of bed in time—and that was interesting, Mom yelling at both Trina and I to hurry up or we'd be late, and she wouldn't be giving the principal any excuse notices, oh no... God, look at all the ways I've managed to fuck up in only twelve hours. And then there was that other thing, the thing I'd did with Brandon. Where I basically, you know, raped him. And then there was that other other thing. But I couldn't tell him the truth, it wasn't worth the trouble. Especially not about the other thing. But I couldn't lie, he'd see through it.

"I'm fine," I said, not looking up to meet his eyes. I focused on his belly button instead.

Brandon's torso said, "My friends online say that's an acronym. 'I'm FINE—Fucked-up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.'"

Fuck. His friends too? Goddamn. I was hoping that'd slip beneath his radar.

"Hey," Zach said in a voice unlike his own. "Hey."

I guess he must have seen, because the next thing I saw was Brandon's hand dipping into my field of vision. He picked up my left arm and held it up to take a closer look. I don't know if he did it deliberately, but because of the angle, my arm was centered perfectly in my own view, and I could see as well as he could.

Three new lines. Three new scars. And on the other arm, much the same.

Around me was pure silence. I could feel the eyes on my arm.

Fucked-up is right. Look at me. I'm Arie Chang, and I'm fucked up in school.

Brandon's arms were around me, holding me close; I could smell his skin, the faint warmth of his body, his sighing exhalations. "I'm sorry," he said, "this is my fault," and I knew he was referring to last night.

Oh God, now he thinks it's his fault. No. No. Love for Brandon welled up in my throat and I said, "No. It's not. It's mine. Don't blame yourself."

"But if I hadn't—"

"I wanted you to," I said. "It's not your fault I wanted something bad for me."

"Still. I'm sorry, Arie. I'm sorry."

I put my arms around him, the still-raw cuts pressed against his body. "It's not your fault. It's okay."

I don't know exactly how long we stood there, or what would've happened if I hadn't looked up. But I did look—luck, fortune, kismet, fate, whatever you want to call it—and saw. Over Brandon's shoulder, I saw.

And in the instant my eyes met Jane's, I understood.

Understood how much she wanted to be the one there, the one in Brandon's arms, her bare breasts pressed against his skin. Understood how much she rebelled against her own desires, so scared, so scared of being unearthed. Understood how scared she was, how much she hated her body for its lurching unattractiveness, how much she feared Brandon for finding it attractive. Understood how often she cried over her homework, frustrated with her implacable assignments, disordered assignments; how hard it was to maintain her 4.0 GPA, how important it was. Understood how fragile the whole castle was, how little it would take to bring the whole spun-glass empire crashing down. Understood how jealous she was, that someone could have what she wasn't allowed to, what she couldn't allow herself to.

"Brandon," I said, for his and her ears alone. "I think you need to talk to your girlfriend."

"Huh?" Brandon turned to look, and I felt the change in his body when he saw her, like a door revolving shut, a gate barred closed.

Jane was trying not to cry. "I think we need to talk," she managed to get out.

"Yeah," Brandon said, his voice wooden like the dead. "Yeah."

He stepped away from me—and I saw that the trouser snake had, once again, been fooled. It only takes a female body in proximity to a male one to make Mr. Snake take notice, and Brandon's had. Brandon's and Jane's and my eyes fell upon it simultaneously, and Brandon colored. So did Jane, but not with the same color.

This looks bad, Brandon must be thinking to himself. And it did. And guess whose fault it was, again? Say hello to Little Miss Fuck-up.

I squeezed his hand. "Good luck."

Brandon's face—that sometimes immobile, sometimes illustrative thing—quirked once, just a twitch of eyebrow and lip—and he gave me an unreadable glance. Then he walked into the lion's den, next to his girlfriend.

"This is going to be bad," Sajel said.

"How do you know," Zach said.

"You're such an idiot," Sajel said. "Isn't it obvious? All the signs are there."

"What signs, I don't see any signs. If Jane was holding up like a 'Gays Die' sign or something, or maybe 'Vote Rodham' or something, I'd see it, but she wasn't."

"God, you're such an idiot," Sajel said. "She was..."

I didn't hear. I just sat down on the cold concrete, letting it all wash over me. And the surprising thing was Tim Kwan—he sat down beside me, the usual faint smile gone from his face and an unreadable look in his eyes, and he put his arm around me and I leaned against him, welcoming the warmth of human contact.

But it didn't help a lot. I wanted to fall asleep and go away. Go anywhere. Anywhere but here. Anywhere where I didn't have to be always screwing up all the time. Anyplace but here. Anyplace but me.

W .3

Sajel was right. It was going to be bad.

After exchanging a few meaningless pleasantries (Hey how's your day been, Fine thank you, You wouldn't believe what happened in English class), we got to it. And it was pretty short, too.

"You like Arie," Jane said.

"No," I said.

"Yes you do," Jane said.

"No, I don't," I said. "Unless you meant like a friend. But if you meant, you know, do I like like her, then—"

"Well, you were... Uh. Hard."

I snorted. "Jane, that happens to everybody. You let Zach hug Arie, you let Tim hug Arie, you let Mr. Cavanaugh hug Arie—they get erections. That's just what happens when you hug people."

"You don't get them when you hug me," Jane said.

"Now what kind of bullshit is that," I said, "of course I do. But most of the time I'm wearing pants, you can't see it."

"You haven't this week."

"We haven't hugged this week."

"Yeah," said Jane, "you've been hugging other people instead."

"I'd rather hug you," I snapped, "but you won't let me." "Yes I would." "No, you wouldn't." "Why wouldn't I?" "Because I'm naked. Look, have you thought about what I said yesterday?"

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By Bob Chapter 18: A Thanksgiving to Remember Part 4 Brandon came over and put his arms around me. He held me close and kissed my ear and then my neck. "I love you Bob," is all he said and we fell to the bed in each other's arms. We fell asleep until Mikey came in to let us know it was time to get ready for our dates. Man, why did he have to remind me. I dreaded the evening to come, but knew that Brandon and I would soon be back in our room and be able to be ourselves. ...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 17

By Bob Chapter 17: A Thanksgiving to Remember Part 3 Brandon was still licking the shaft of Mikey's penis at the same time. I could tell that this wasn't going to be a quick night, as I knew what both Mikey and Brandon wanted. Again the jealousy took a shot at me, but I also realized I wasn't going to be left out of the equation. This was going to be one hot evening and one that I know that all of us would remember as the beginning of a great developing friendship. The lights...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 91

By Bob Chapter 9: The Game is Over I slept well that night. I really needed it too, since the game was going to be very grueling and was very important to all of us. As the biggest game at CBS any year, this year would be crucial to all of us. We weren't a very good team, and beating Oskie would make our season, we all knew that. I knew we had a very good chance after watching the films. We actually had a couple of secret weapons in Jerry and Brandon. Oskie didn't know that we had...

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Mentoring Brandon Chap 7

By Bob Chapter 7: The Coming Out! The next thing I remembered was Brandon's voice. "No, no, not this. Oh, please. Coach, Coach," he yelled. "Bob's hurt....my God, he's out! I don't want to loose him! Help him, Coach...Help him!" Coach Marsh came running onto the field. Along with him was the trainer and luckily, for me, the team doctor. Brandon was kneeling on my left side, holding my head and talking to me. Coach Kistner was keeping most of the team away, but Tom and Dave were...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 140

By Bob Chapter 14: Becoming Part of My Lover’s Family As I lay awake trying to get to sleep, I reviewed in my mind the conversation that Mikey and I had had earlier in the day. I was excited to know that in the morning I would be leaving to pickup the love of my life. I also was happy to know that my brother and I shared not only a secret, but shared a better understanding of each other. I was very thankful this Thanksgiving for so much. Of course, with all this running through...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 20

“I don’t think we need to go through what we did in October, do you?” I asked. He shook his head no. “It’s just I wanted to bring back a memory for us,” he said as he got up and we made our way back to the locker room. We both dressed, and being very hungry decided to go to Luigi’s and complete what we started back in our own new suite. We made sure all was locked and walked, hand in hand to our favorite, well only open, restaurant. As we arrived at Luigi’s we noticed that there...

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Mentoring Brandon Chap 8

By Bob Chapter 8: Did it Really Happen? I remember dreaming about what had happened all day. I was hurt, my roommates came out to me as to their love for each other and I had my first experience with a man inside me. It was a very interesting day. I knew that the days to follow could never measure up to what this day had brought to my life. There was a knock at the door. Not just a knock, but a banging that startled both Brandon and I out of a very deep sleep. We both jerked up in bed...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 6

Introduction: The Game is On – More to everything leading up to our Boys love MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 6: The Big Game, Part 2 This was the practice to end all practices, or so we were told. The coaches were going to make sure that we all were ready for the game with Oskie. Coach Kistner, the defensive line/linebacker coach worked the varsity group, while, Coach Marsh was with Jerry and Brandon, teaching them their responsibilities in the new system. After 45 minutes, we took our...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 6

By Bob Chapter 6: The Big Game, Part 2 This was the practice to end all practices, or so we were told. The coaches were going to make sure that we all were ready for the game with Oskie. Coach Kistner, the defensive line/linebacker coach worked the varsity group, while, Coach Marsh was with Jerry and Brandon, teaching them their responsibilities in the new system. After 45 minutes, we took our first break. Brandon came over and we all knelt down trying to catch our breath. We began...

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mentoring Brandon Chapter 16

By Bob Chapter 16: A Thanksgiving to Remember Part 2 As I turned and walked toward the two hot guys in the beds at the other end of the room, I couldn't help think about what was happening. A new turning point in my life was about to begin, I was positive. Unlike the last one when Brandon and I fell in love, this one was more unexpected. I knew I wanted Brandon, but this was something I never in my life thought would transpire. I had to admit, there was much apprehension going...

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Heavens Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 4 Learning Arts

The following morning they wake-up, once again entwined in each other’s arms and legs, with Brandon up moments before Tracy. He is again watching her as she comes up out of sleep and opens her eyes. Seeing him there, looking at her with a smile, Tracy cannot help but to kiss him deeply, followed by her grinding herself against him, as he is covering her with his body as he supports himself on his elbows. Though aroused and full of desire, they quickly get out of bed, get dressed and head to...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 19

As the bus rolled down the highway, our conversation diminished and finally ended. We all laid our heads back onto the headrest and closed our eyes. For the remainder of the 4 ½ hour trip, not much was said. As I drifted off into a light sleep I couldn't help but dream of what it would be like to finally be back in our own room back at school. How I wanted to just hold Brandon close to me, hear his heart beating, feeling his body head next to mine and smell his boyish odor. As we felt...

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Mentoring Brandon 3

Introduction: Continuing Story of Brandon and Bob MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 3: An Afternoon to Remember! Are you okay with this? I asked Brandon as I was sliding my fingers closer to his manhole. Oh, yes, it feels good, was the reply I wasnt really expecting. I thought, with him having never been with another male before, this might be a bit too much. But, with his verbal reaction, as well as the reaction I was feeling with my fingers, I knew that he was ready. As he continued to...

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House Slut 27 Brandon and Yeong

Reluctantly breaking the kiss Brandon slid off the bed pulling Yeong’s skirt and leggings down her legs and casting them to the floor in one smooth movement, so that she was now clad only in her underwear, lacy black panties to match her bra. He swallowed nervously, wondering how many times Yeong had worn sexy underwear on their dates, hoping he would finally see them. Since he was already standing he took a moment to drop his boxers to expose his slowly swelling cock before crawling back onto...

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Brandon and Danielle

It takes balls to hit on a pharmacy cashier who's ringing up the condoms you're buying to fuck someone else. Brandon Jamison had no shortage of balls. Danielle Smith was blonde, cute, nineteen, a student and new to town. Brandon chatted her up while he laid out the cash for a box of twenty-four Magnum condoms and offered to show her around. He left with five ninety-five in change, a box of condoms clearly intended for a fuck session with someone else, and her phone number. Several days later,...

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Mentoring Brandon 3

By Bob Chapter 3: An Afternoon to Remember! "Are you okay with this?" I asked Brandon as I was sliding my fingers closer to his manhole. "Oh, yes, it feels good," was the reply I wasn't really expecting. I thought, with him having never been with another male before, this might be a bit too much. But, with his verbal reaction, as well as the reaction I was feeling with my fingers, I knew that he was ready. As he continued to bring me up to a full erection after our first ,...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 130

By Bob Chapter 13: A Real Reason to be Thankful That night, Brandon and I cuddled and fell asleep very quickly. We discussed Thanksgiving break and decided that we would spend the first couple of days with our families and then I would drive down to his home and meet his parents and brothers. Then, on the way back to school, we would spend the night at my house where he could meet my mom and dad. We knew that this would just be a time for us to meet each other's family, not a time...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 12

By Bob Chapter 12: Fantasies Finally Realized As I drifted off into a deep sleep I couldn't help but think about what Bran and I had talked about. I knew I was more experienced than Brandon in the area of sex, since I was his first sexual experience. I also could tell that he was quite intrigued about a multiple sexual experience. I also believed that would be a lot of fun, but I didn't want to push too hard, since I didn't want to loose the love of my life. I was just about...

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Mentoring Brandon Series Chapter 1

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Mentoring Brandon

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Carmen and Brandon

I noticed one day at work that a new young man had been hired and over the course of several days noticed he had been eying me from time to time. So one day I wore a particularly short dress which showed off my cleavage very well and went into the copy room. After a few minutes I went back out and asked if he could help me with some papers. Once inside, "You're new here aren't you?' I asked him "Yes maam" he replied. Smiling at his formal answer, "Carmen's my name" I followed "You can call me...

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Heavens Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 3 Riverbend Outpost

The outpost is a thriving and busy place known as Riverbend Outpost. There is a good sized market near the gate, multiple inns and pubs, at least one blacksmithy, and myriad other businesses to be found within its walls. The first order of business, the two agree on is finding food. They’re not starving, but it sure feels like it to them and they have finished the rations they were provided with a day ago. Neither of them has ever had to go any significant length of time without a meal...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 100

By Bob Chapter 10: Is Jon Really Mad or Covering Up? "Where the fuck is Tom?" Jon asked in a very stern tone. I really didn't know how to answer so I told him that Tom and Dave had spent the night in our room so that they wouldn't bother him. He seemed to accept that for which I was very grateful. I stepped up to the urinal and went about my business. I really had to pee and I wasn't really concerned about what Jon was feeling at that moment. As I started to pee, I felt that...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 11

By Bob Chapter 11: Being True to My Love and Myself "Ah, Jon, can we talk somewhere else," I said knowing that chances were that others would be coming into the bathroom. "Sure, let's take a walk," Jon said as he made his way to the door. "Maybe we can hit the lake and talk." There was a very bright glimmer in his eye as he said that. I wasn't sure whether that was a good idea, but getting out of the washroom was. I followed him as he made his way down the stairs. As we left...

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Carmen and Brandon 2

The three of us sat there for a while relaxing from the session; me sitting on Brandon's right side while Joe sat on his left. After a bit I reached over and started to caress Brandon's cock, gently rubbing it and lifting it up in my hand. I knew Brandon was going to be my new lover and from the look he gave me as I fondled his cock, he knew it too. "What a nice fuckin' cock you have" I finally said to Brandon as I took it more in my hand and started to jerk it. I moved my hips over away from...

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Heavens Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 1

As they exit Riverside Outpost for one last time ( at least for the foreseeable future), Brandon and Tracy head to their nest, where they cultivate, non-stop, for nine days and nights while immersed in their tub of HCSE. This is made possible by having reached the Yellow Earthen Temple stage of cultivation, which allows them to cultivate/meditate for three days, without the need for food, water, or rest, per stage obtained. At the end of the nine days of cultivation, the amount of Běnzhí...

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Doing Brandon

After our first "encounter," Nora and I had fallen into the practice of meeting for coffee about twice a week at her house.  We would sit at her kitchen table sipping coffee and swap gossip and share fantasies.  Sometimes they would get us both quite horny and we would end up in her bed.  One time we didn't even make it that far, finding ourselves naked and pleasing each other on the cold kitchen floor.  But one Monday morning upon my arrival, Nora warned me that her son (Brandon) was home that...

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Heavens Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 2

Arriving back at the inn, Tammi flashes a signal to the other Hei Guer sect members in the area around them. The sign that she gives them is the “All is good” sign as they enter the Twisted Oak. Upon receiving this signal all but one of her brothers and sisters depart, leaving a single watcher across the street. Inside the inn, Brandon leads the rest of them to the room. Once inside, Brandon takes a moment and sets up the sound canceling shell so they can speak without being overheard. The...

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Sex With My Moms FriendsBrandon and Sasha

It had been three long years since that special summer when I was introduced to the glorious world of sex with an older woman. That's actually incorrect, as I had the pleasure of fucking two of my Mom's best friends during that same time period. For those of you who don't remember, and those who never knew at all, my name is Brandon. I am a concert sound engineer for some of the most popular rock, pop and country acts in the music business. During that summer I was involved with both Jeri and...

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Mentoring Brandon Chap 5

By Bob Chapter 5: The Big Game, Part 1 Morning came too soon. I didn't want this night to end, but as the sun shone through the window my normal instincts to wake up were initiated. I turned to find Brandon also beginning to awake. I put my arm around him and kissed him. It was almost like Sleeping Beauty, because as I softly pressed my lips to his, he awoke. "Ummmmm," is all I could distinguish. "Good morning my love," I whispered. "Time to get up, Bran." "As if I'm...

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Sex With My Moms FriendsBrandon and Sasha Part 3

We arrived in Sunnyvale the day before Mom's procedure. She was happy to see us, but saved her biggest joy at finally meeting Sasha for the first time. To say that Mom was impressed with Sasha would be a major understatement. The way she carried on with her, you'd think that she was her long-lost daughter. In a way, I believe that probably summed up Mom's feelings, because I had never seen her quite so happy in a long time. Sasha certainly did her part, making sure that Mom's favorite flowers...

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Sex With My Moms FriendsBrandon and SashaPart 2

The telegram from Jeri unnerved me a little. I'm sure that she and Brenda meant well, and a night in bed with the two of them would be perfect here in Paris under ordinary circumstances, but these were no ordinary times. I have fallen in love with Sasha, and I had to let them know that sex was out of the question. The band had a three-night engagement in Paris, so I could have passes held at the door for them. I quickly composed a reply to give them this information. Jeri, thanks for the offer,...

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Brandon Part 3

Later that afternoon, Brandon and I were back in my room sitting on the bed together talking about what had happened between us the past 24 hours. I was still dressed in my plaid skirt white panties and nothing else. Brandon had his boxers and a t-shirt on.I gotta say, Taylor, your mouth is amazing. You know how to please a cock.Thank you, Brandon. I rubbed my hand over his bulge. The thought of your cock makes me so horny.Since your mouth is so good a pleasing my cock, maybe your ass is too.I...

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My brother Brandon and I Part 4 Having sex at school2

I get out of bed, grab my clothes for school and head into the bathroom and quickly take a shower. I step out, towel off and put on my clothes and head downstairs to make myself breakfast. I grab a box of frosted flakes out of the cabinet along with a bowl, and a spoon out of the drawer and the milk out of the fridge. I put it all together and start eating my breakfast. Brandon comes down the stairs and into the kitchen and I hand him a bowl and he starts to fill it with cereal. “I want you...

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Mentoring Brandon 2

By Bob Chapter 2: My Dream Comes True! A knock on the door - FINALLY! My heart had been pounding for quite some time and now was nothing different. I began to walk to answer the door when Dave jumped out of his bunk and ran over. As he opened the door, I saw Brandon standing there in the hallway. "Hey Dave. What's up?" the voice I had been waiting for resounded. "Not much guy, just doing some crap for history," was Dave's reply. "Yea, hear that. Actually I need...

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Brandon Part 4

Brandon and I weren’t able to see each other as much as we wanted to the rest of the summer. Between his work schedule and my baseball schedule, it was hard to find time. When we could find time, it was hard to find a place. We would send each other sexts every so often. I dressed up in my yellow bikini from our first night, remember this?He texted back with a picture of his hard cock, now look what you’ve done!Brandon was a student manager for the college football team so he had to get to...

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Mentoring Brandon Series Chapter 2

A knock on the door – FINALLY! My heart had been pounding for quite some time and now was nothing different. I began to walk to answer the door when Dave jumped out of his bunk and ran over. As he opened the door, I saw Brandon standing there in the hallway. “Hey Dave. What’s up?” the voice I had been waiting for resounded. “Not much guy, just doing some crap for history,” was Dave’s reply. “Yea, hear that. Actually I need to talk with Bob about my science. He has Mr. Knop and I know that he...

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Sex With My Moms FriendsBrandon and SashaPart 4

Following the aborted orgy with the women, I hurriedly apologized to Jeri and Brenda for our abrupt departure and took Sasha's hand. We never looked back as we made our way to the car. On the way back to Mom's place, I focused on driving. Sasha sat in the passenger seat, quiet except for an occasional sniffle. She was silently crying as I drove, but I wanted to wait until we got back before I spoke to her. Once I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car I turned to her. "I feel that I owe...

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Heavens Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 5 The Grind

Over the following months, Tracy and Brandon train daily. Three days a week in how to manipulate mana and use it to cast spells, and learning new spells. Both of them become proficient with Brandon’s original three spells and add a set of spells that will imbue their weapons with various elemental boosts for a period that is dependent on the amount of mana they use when they cast it. They also learn spells for concealment and camouflage, creating food and water, and even elemental armor that...

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Brandon is one of my husbands best friends. Why is it that it's always the best friend that makes the moves on a guy's wife? Well, it happens to be the case with us, too!Brandon is just an average guy, but with a strong build. Not tall, not fat, but stocky. He doesn't really even know his own strength.He has always been the "touchie, feely" type, giving me a hug every time he sees me. I didn't realize it, but often when he would come over in the evenings, I would already be in "comfortable...

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Brandons nervous habit helps out Gina

Everything started a few months ago, if I was stressed at work I would quickly silently get an orgasm out when nobody was in the bathroom. Now it's a normal office setting so I make sure nobody else is in there,( try and predict nobody will go in) and started as a way to calm down in the evenings when I worked late. Anyhow, when I would feel really slutty sometimes I would do it on lunch in my car or in the bathroom but over months I found myself looking forward and doing it routinely. This all...

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My brother Brandon and I Part 3 Having sex while mom is home

“Brandon is home already from hanging out with his friends?” Julie asked. “Yeah, he got home not longer after me. Which is surprising considering he’s normally home late on Tuesdays. What are we having for dinner?” Kathy asks. “I was thinking of making Lasagna if that’s okay with you guys”. Julie says as she sets down the groceries. “Can you grab the last couple things from the car? And I’ll start dinner”. They both look up at the ceiling as they hear the water shut off in the bathroom. I...

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We met in summer school last year, I was an honor roll student trying to take summer classes, so I could graduate early, and he was a stoner who only took summer school because he had to, so he could graduate on time. We had most of the same classes, and he was/is the class clown. He always made me laugh, which drew me to him. We started talking and hanging out, and before I knew it we were having sex in the back of his car on school property next to the football field. He asked me to be his...

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Brandon Part 1

Brandon was a friend of mine that grew up just down the block from me. He was a year older than me and just finished his freshman year in college. He came back to town to work at his old construction job over the summer. I had just turned 18 in April and graduated in May. I couldn’t wait to get out of that town. In the fall I was going to the same college as Brandon. We weren’t going to be rooming together though. He was an equipment manager for the football team and lived in the student...

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Brandon Jamison liked many things about hanging out at the gym. Not the least was taking off the tight constraints of proper underwear and letting his cock swing free in flimsy gym shorts. He liked to feel his cock swinging in his shorts. He was big and liked being big. It made it far easier to get girls into bed and Brandon really liked getting girls into bed. Of particular interest was a tall brunette he'd seen at the gym. Her workouts made him chuckle. She didn't take her workout too...

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I was 52, retired, and living in a small town in Montana. My wife passed away last year and I was falling into a depression. I didn't really have a lot of friends in the area. Social events were more my wife's thing. I'd tag along on occasion, but mostly she bore the brunt of talking to people. After she passed, the friends slowly stopped coming around to check on me. That was fine, since I enjoyed my solitude. Heck, I bought this house in the countryside just so I wouldn't have pesky...

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