Brandon sighed as he took a sip of his morning coffee, alone in his little apartment.
He should have gone to that party.
He wasn't fond of them, but he'd heard Adrian had gone, and maybe, just maybe, if he'd been drunk enough Brandon would have had the courage to confess. He was not *just* playing when he slapped Adrian's ass when he was coming out of the shower after practice. He was not truly thinking 'no homo' when he play-wrestled with him and their dicks touched.
God, Adrian's dick. Nine-inch, just a little darker than Adrian's model-like skin, uncut. With golden-blonde pubes trimmed like they fucking framed God's gift to mankind. He dreamed of that fuckstick. Honestly, God had given Adrian the tools to be perfect, and it started with the huge cock that swung between his legs. Brandon would, without missing a heartbeat, drop to his knees and suck him off the very second Adrian hinted he'd like that.
If he could talk to Adrian right now... he'd...
The doorbell rang.
Yeah, that sounded about right. Something would interrupt and he'd get cold feet. Again. If only he could find a way to make it easier to brave Adrian's handsome face and just tell him they should fuck!
Brandon opened the door to his apartment, asking for whoever had rung the bell, only to nearly trip against a box at his feet. The thing was the classic movie-like look of postal delivery. A medium-sized cardboard box with 'Handle with care' stamped on the top. But shouldn't there be a mailman asking for his signature before leaving? And, what the hell, he hadn't even ordered anything? What WAS that? He leaned forward and plucked the note attached to the top of the box.
The post-it wasn't signed. It only said: 'I have heard a few rumors on campus. I sympathize. Here is something that might help your situation.'
Brandon blinked. He *carefully* looked the package over. No return address. He was half convinced it was a prank, or worse. What kind of rumors had they heard about him? He should just throw the package away and forget it.
But what if it actually did hold something to help with his trouble confessing his feelings for Adrian? He... he had to at least check.
***
Adrian had a headache. He groaned, or tried to. Didn't make much sound. But the feeling was there. He wanted to roll over from whatever position he had passed out in, but even that was beyond his hungover body. He clearly hadn't slept in a bed or on a couch. Thanks, bros, real friends and all, huh? Leaving him to lie down on the basement floor.
He was in the basement, right? Why else couldn't he see jackshit?
'Hey, can someone turn on the light?' he asked. Except. Adrian didn't hear his voice. He cleared his throat, but only manage to get something bubbling at the very back of it. Man, he was way too stiff. He had to get up.
His body refused to move.
The vapes of alcohol and sleep evaporated. Why couldn't he move? What happened last night?!
He almost shouted in panic when he heard a thunderous ripping noise and he saw the ceiling crack open. Light filtered through, and, to his amazement, fingers. Fingers almost as wide as his torso! Then, through the light, he saw a tan, black-haired man. Brandon, a teammate from the football team. Huge. A giant, taller than a house. Those big brown eyes stared at him like they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Fuck, that was his reaction! Why was Brandon so big? Why was he... ?
Glimpses of last night's memories flashed to mind.
Hands just as large as Brandon's, running over his body, stroking his length, teasing his dickhead. Hands, and mouths, and tongues. He recalled the pumping, the squeezing grip that made him harder than fucking steel and pulling the seed straight from his balls.
He had asked Hugo to dick him.
He was a penis.
Okay. Maybe next time, he should drink less. It really was quite a way to wake up. Hot too. Well, he meant, err, fuck, being a dick was hot! And okay, Brandon was hot too, if he were honest with himself.
Adrian felt his shaft stiffen and lengthen, pushing him just a few inches closer to Brandon's fingers. Almost there. Almost. And then, Brandon would... toy with him? Please?