4 (2)-Promises

Garrett's pov

Cuddling him feels great but...I realize that we are both still naked...I can feel his dick on me...

Oh...what am I feeling? Is he getting hard? What? Because I'm cuddling him and that we're close to one another?

I decide to get myself occupied to distract myself from the feeling of his hard cock on my tight.

"So we are sleeping naked?"

"Well yeah. I like sleeping naked."

"Really...? Don't you get cold?"

"Sometimes but I'm used to it."

I can still feel his erect dick on my tight. Why isn't he doing anything? This is making me alarmed. Suddenly, I don't want to sleep right now. I'm no longer tired. My blood starts rushing on my lower part and instantly it goes hard. All that despite I came 4 times earlier.

"Brandon..." I whine at the feeling of both our hard dicks brushing each other's tight. We can't go sleeping like this.

"What?"

Is he not feeling this? Impossible...He must be feeling it. I move slightly to stroke a tad bit of my dick on his thighs. Sure enough, his breathing starts getting faster and racked. Oh, he loves this.

"Rett...what are you doing? I thought you had enough for tonight?"

"Um...you were hard first!"

"That's true..." He says surrounding and his breathing is a tad bit faster pace.

Suddenly, it becomes silent between us. Ugh, the feeling of our dicks on each other's tights...

"Brandon..." I moan and I can tell that makes him alarmed.

"Oh stop it, we won't sleep if you do that."

"What if I don't want to right now?"

"Ugh, Rett you're killing me here..."

"Then...that makes me happy."

"Happy? You said you were done for tonight but instead, you get hard."

"It's not my fault when I feel your erected dick on my tight!" I say sexually frustrated.

"Don't mind that...it happens sometimes."

"Sometimes? You have....pretty good stamina." I say astonished.

"It must be because of young age."

"Yeah..."

"Look, aren't you gonna sleep at all? You're lucky I let you sleep here." His dick suggests otherwise...

"No... I can't with our dicks brushing each other like that..."

"That's your fault for wanting to cuddle." He says growing annoyed.

"I didn't think that would happen! I usually have clothes on!"

"Look, how about we stroke our dicks in each other's presence?"

"No..that won't be enough.."

"Not enough? I thought you had enough."

"I...I want to suck you off."

"Again?"

"I want you to come in my mouth," I admit honestly and hi eyes widen slightly.

"Oh gosh...I can't say no to that..."

I take it as a signal to do so. I get out of his grasp and get under the covers. I've never done this before...oh his dick. Wow, it's still as hard as a stick as it first was the first time we did it. How many times will it take before he doesn't get hard like that? Am I that desirable? I love the thought of that.

"What's taking so long? Go on."

"Get under the covers."

"What?"

"I want you to...to...stroke my dick...a hand job..."

"Really?" He asks surprised.

"Yes..."

He gets under the covers and he has a smirk spread on his face, hah I much prefer this side of him than his cold self.

That's when I decide to take his balls in my mouth and he groans.

After I do so, he takes my balls in his hands and strokes them at a rapid pace.

I take all of it in my mouth and almost gag but I suck him off. He groans and I moan at the feeling of my dick being meddled.

The only sounds in the room are our moans and groans, also our breathless breath.

Gosh, I've never done this before but it's so exciting!

We continue at our pace and he comes in my mouth faster than I thought with still a big load. Damn, he still has that much load?

I swallow it all and he groans with pleasure.

It takes a few more minutes and I come a pathetic load on him.

We both smile at each other spent and breathless.

We get out from under the covers.

"That was wow..." I admit. He chuckles.

"I'm glad you did but fuck that was so hot what you did there!" I smile and blush.

"Thanks..."

"But as much as that was good, we seriously need to sleep and I think it would be safer if you put on some clothes."

"I don't want to put my day clothes to sleep."

"Then, I'll just share some clothes of mine." I blush at the idea.

He gets up from the bed still naked and goes to his drawers. Oh god...he's still naked. While he does, his ass is in my direction. Why does he have that much sex appeal? I don't want to get hard again!

He picks a shirt that might be a bit too big on me and some briefs.

"Is that fine? I don't have any pyjamas so..."

"Yes, it's fine." I smile softly.

He gets back into the bed and gives me the shirt as well as the briefs. I turn around and hide myself in fear he'll get hard again too.

I put on the shirt which is indeed quite big on me and put on the briefs too, they too are a bit loose but that's fine.

I join him back in bed and go underneath the cover.

"Too big?"

"Kinda but it's fine for tonight."

"Ok"

"Are you gonna sleep naked?" I ask uneasy.

"Yeah, like I said I always sleep naked."

"Ok...Can I cuddle you...again?" He looks displeased but still accepts.

"Fine..."

I cuddle him and I feel the warmth from him. Then, I remember the next day that I might not see him again.

"Are you going to be there when I wake up?" He remains silent and he doesn't answer me.

He can't even promise me that?

Instead, he slowly falls asleep. Deep down I promise myself that I'll definitely take advantage of his number and find a way to make tonight happen again. Even if I don't know if it will.

Anyways, it might not be the answer I wanted but at least I get to be in his arms right now.

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It's been a few days since then and I can't help but want to see him again. I...miss him I guess?

Ever since he gave me his phone number, I've tried to text him. I didn't ask to meet during the week as I was busy with work.

What I don't understand is that he hasn't answered any of my texts. He hasn't even read them! What does it mean?! Should I be worried about it?

He gave me his number...I hope it's not just because I wanted it... I invited him to go to a cafe on Saturday but he hasn't responded. I'm scared what should I do?

Is he really a player as he said he was or is he just busy? It's not the weekend yet after all...I don't know if I should ask for Amanda's help. After all, she'll for sure say he doesn't care about me.

I don't want to think that. I still believe in him. I felt it when we did it. We had a connection. He can't deny it, we just felt perfect together. Hmm, I really don't know what to do...I don't know what he likes...Is it because he thinks I'm too old? As if on cue I receive a text from him.

Brandon: Stop bothering me. It was only a one-time thing between us. You were lucky you got to do it twice. Don't think I'd want to see you again.

Immediately, my heart breaks into millions of pieces and I feel like I want to cry...What did I do wrong?