BIA Ch. 59

“There was a time when I used to worry about how to look even more stupid.”

The tattoo was a lettering made up of four lines of text, without any other designs. For some reason, it was hard to read at a glance. When he looked closer, he realized the letters were mirrored, reversed left to right.

It was just as Isaiah was about to sit up to get a better look at the phrase.

“No. That’s not what you wanted to see, is it?”

Bran said, grabbing Isaiah’s shoulders and pushing him back down onto the bed.

Then what? Before Isaiah could ask, Bran unbuckled his belt. And then he pulled off his pants and underwear all at once. It was such a refreshing touch, it was hard to believe how much he’d been holding back.

Of course, Isaiah was even more surprised than when Bran had taken off his dress shirt. Bran’s thing was much bigger than he’d expected. Even considering his height and build, it was big.

And, well, it’s a bit weird to say this about a d!ck, but… it was really handsome. He had heard that a man’s d!ck usually reflected the size of hands or feet, but he had never heard it reflected looks, so he was a little taken aback. It was that good-looking.

But it didn’t feel like it was fully er3ct. Which was somewhat expected. Bran was definitely not gay, and it’s not easy for a non-gay man to get turned on by another man. It was kind of amazing that it was this hard. And at this level, there wouldn’t be any problem with penetration.

…No, well, it’s not like they have to do that. Right, that’s right. They just have to enjoy themselves, however they can.

While Isaiah was trying his best to think positively, Bran laid down next to him. They were facing each other, so he could see Bran’s thick chest right away. He couldn’t help but look at the phrase clearly etched on his white skin.

“You can look at that later.”

Bran said, as if noticing his gaze. At the same time, his large hand grabbed his p3nis. It wasn’t just Isaiah’s p3nis that he grabbed. He grabbed his too.

“Hngh…!”

Isaiah’s spine stiffened at the sudden stimulation. Instinctively, Isaiah tried to pull back, but Bran wrapped his arm around his waist, pressing him closer, and whispered. You should focus on this right now, okay?

“This is what you wanted, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

Bran began to stroke both of their p3nises together. Bran had big hands, so his fingers were long and thick. The ridges between his thick fingers and joints were clearly felt through the foreskin. In an instant, all the blood in his body rushed to one place, and Isaiah groaned, grabbing the sheet with one hand, from the pleasure that made his pelvis tingle.

“Uh, ah, ahh…”

“You like that?”

Then how about this? Bran rubbed the tip of his p3nis with his fingertips. Isaiah screamed and writhed his hips at the merciless stimulation of his most sensitive spot. At the same time, his h0le pulsed, pouring out a slick fluid.

“You’re leaking a lot here.”

As expected, Bran said.

“Do you always leak this much?”

“I, I don’t know…”

I don’t know, stuff like that. Isaiah panted, moving his hips. He didn’t know if he wanted to run away or wanted more stimulation, but Bran seemed to think it was the latter. He grabbed Isaiah’s small buttock tightly with one hand, and with the other, he stroked his penis even more roughly, whispering with a laugh in his voice. Just stay still.

“Why are you so h0rny? You’re only nineteen.”

“D-don’t, say things like that…”

Isaiah almost begged as he clung to Bran.

“You don’t like being called h0rny?”

Huh? Before Isaiah could answer, Bran moved his hand quickly. Their p3nises rubbed together inside the man’s rough palm. The wet sound of their penises rubbing was so vulgar it was almost deafening. The sound of the mucous membranes rubbing was even more squishy than before, and Isaiah looked down with blurred vision.

Bran’s p3nis was fully er3ct. It could have been from the friction, but whatever it was, he was happy. Seeing his own p3nis pressed tightly against Bran’s, glistening with the clear fluid he had released, he felt a thrilling pleasure run through his body, like he was about to c*m.

“Bran, Bran…”

Instinctively, Isaiah wrapped one leg around Bran’s waist. He grabbed Bran’s neck with the hand that had been gripping the sheet, and pressed his body tightly against his firm chest. When he rubbed his hardened n!pples against Bran’s chest and moved his hips, Bran laughed as if he was dumbfounded.

“And you say you don’t like being called h0rny while doing this?”

I don’t. He wanted to say that, but it was impossible. As he was about to c*m, all that came out of his mouth was panting breaths.

“Hngh…!”

In an instant, he felt his perineum tighten, and his testicles were pulled up. His penis, which had grown to its limit, twitched convulsively in Bran’s hand, releasing his semen.

“Hhh, hngh…”

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion washed over his body. Isaiah buried his face in Bran’s chest and panted.

“This is really like a nineteen-year-old.”

Bran said, looking at Isaiah’s semen on his hand. He thought it was a mean way of saying he came too fast, but it was true, so there was nothing he could do. Bran’s thing was still very vigorous. It was even curved enough to touch his stomach, and it seemed even bigger than before.

“Bran, you…”

“I’m going to do it inside you.”

Bran said, smearing the s3men on his hand on Isaiah’s an*s.

“I’m talking about putting it in here. You know that much, right, nineteen-year-old?”

“What, of course I know.”

Isaiah laughed, pretending to kick Bran with his foot. He didn’t say, ‘Chester put his finger in there, you know?’ He knew enough to know he shouldn’t say that in this kind of atmosphere.

So he was thinking about penetration.

It felt strange. That Bran had been thinking about penetration from the start. It was incredibly pleasing and fortunate, but also, on the other hand, frightening. Thinking about what happened with Chester during the day already made him worried.

Should I just say let’s do it next time…

While Isaiah was seriously contemplating, Bran picked up his suit jacket that he had thrown on the bed and took something out of his pocket. It was a box of c0ndoms.

“Where did you get that?”

Isaiah asked, eyes wide.

“From CVS earlier.”

“Ah.”

What is this. Isaiah let out a small laugh. He couldn’t stop laughing when he imagined Bran going to buy fever reducers for him, and then, after agonizing, picking up c0ndoms.

“Why, is it because the nineteen-year-old who’s desperate for s3x looks like he’s not going to let it slide today?”

“The opposite.”

I bought it because I’m not planning on letting it slide. Bran said, throwing the jacket down.

“I told you. I thought about it the moment I saw you at the chapel.”

Huh? Bran smiled and took a c0ndom out of the box. Even if it was just words, it was fine. After all, it meant that Bran was saying these things out of consideration for him. And also, it wasn’t just words, his desire, swollen large enough to almost touch his stomach, was the most certain representation of his true feelings.

It was pleasing yet scary, exciting yet frightening. Unable to grasp his own state, Isaiah finally confessed honestly.

“Um, but… I might not be good with penetration.”

“Why?”

Bran asked, tearing open the c0ndom wrapper with his teeth. Isaiah hesitated for a moment before speaking honestly.

“I didn’t like it when Chester put his finger in.”

“It’s because it was Chester.”

It was said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Lie down right now. With your knees up.”

Bran said, putting the c0ndom on his index finger. Isaiah did as he was told, lying on his back with his knees up, facing the ceiling. Bran grabbed one of Isaiah’s knees and spread it wide to the side, then pushed his finger into the still-closed hole.

“Umm…”

Even though he had applied lubricant, the inside was still dry. As his finger pushed through the tight membrane, the unavoidable foreign sensation made his butt0cks clench involuntarily. But because it was Bran, there was no revulsion like when Chester did it. It was just that his stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

“Don’t hold your breath. Take a deep breath out.”

There’s nothing to be scared of. Bran said, pushing his finger in deeper.

“And this is something you like.”

He whispered lowly, as if casting a spell, and touched the vulnerable inner part of the membrane with his fingertip. In an unbelievable instant, the inner wall that was holding the man’s finger twitched greatly, and a tremor was transmitted all the way to his lower abdomen.

“Ah…”

No way. Isaiah gasped, gently gripping Bran’s hair between his legs. Every time he lifted his hips, his body moved like a large wave on the bed.

“Do you like it here?”

“Uhh…”

“Where, here?”

Bran smiled kindly and pressed the same spot gently, once more. The intense pleasure, incomparable to when his g3nitals were stimulated, made Isaiah unknowingly spread his legs wider and m0an.