After school ended for the day Brandon went home, his mind wandered as he relaxed in his room when Jasmine told him he had a package in the mail, leaving in on his desk.
Jasmine: "Hey, Brandon, you've got a package in the mail. It's on your desk."
Brandon: *looking up from his desk* "Oh, really? Thanks, Jasmine."
Jasmine: *nodding* "Yeah, it looks like a pretty big one. Wonder what's inside."
Brandon: *curiously* "Yeah, me too. Thanks for letting me know."
As Brandon unfolded the note, his heart raced with anticipation. He could almost hear Coach Nassar's deep voice echoing in his mind as he read the words:
"Hey little jackrabbit, I know we can't always be together but if you're anything like me then I know you get your cravings. So I threw together a little package for you, think of me every time you use it habibi."
Brandon's pulse quickened at the sound of Kareem's familiar nickname for him, his voice resonating with warmth and affection. It was as if Kareem was right there beside him, whispering the words into his ear, his presence comforting and reassuring.
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Brandon's heart raced as he read the note, his pulse quickening with excitement and anticipation. He couldn't believe what he was holding in his hands - a package from Kareem, filled with items that carried the coach's scent and essence.
With trembling hands, Brandon carefully examined each item, feeling a rush of desire and longing wash over him. The familiar scent of Kareem's sweat and musk filled the air as he held the t-shirt close to his face, inhaling deeply.
Next, he turned his attention to the sealed bag, his curiosity piqued. As he opened it, he was greeted by the sight of the cum-stained jockstrap, a tangible reminder of their intimate moments together. Brandon's cock throbbed in response, aching to be touched and pleasured.
But it was the rectangular box that captured Brandon's attention the most. As he lifted the lid, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the large dildo nestled inside. It was a perfect replica of Coach Nassar's cock - the same size, shape, and texture that Brandon had come to know and crave.
Without hesitation, Brandon knew what he had to do. Locking his door for privacy, he quickly stripped off his clothes and positioned himself on his bed, the dildo within arm's reach. With eager anticipation, he began to stroke himself, imagining Kareem's strong hands guiding him, his voice urging him on.
As he reached for the dildo, Brandon felt a surge of excitement course through him. Gripping it firmly, he closed his eyes and imagined Kareem's presence beside him, his body pressed close, his breath hot against Brandon's skin.
With a gasp, Brandon began to slide the dildo inside, feeling every inch stretch and fill him in ways that only Kareem could. As pleasure washed over him, he surrendered to the sensations, losing himself in the fantasy of being taken by his coach, his lover, his mentor.
In that moment, Brandon felt a deep connection to Kareem, a bond that transcended distance and time. And as he succumbed to the ecstasy of their shared passion, he knew that no matter where life took them, their love would always endure.
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As Brandon lost himself in the sensations, his mind drifted to memories of his time with Kareem, the intimate moments they shared flooding his thoughts. He couldn't help but yearn for the real thing, wishing Kareem were there with him.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a text message from Kareem. "Hey, habibi, how's your day going?" the message read.
Brandon's heart raced as he typed out his response. "It's alright, Coach. Just missing you a lot," he admitted, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.
Kareem's reply came quickly. "I miss you too, little jackrabbit. Wish I could be there with you."
Feeling a surge of longing, Brandon couldn't resist the urge to confess. "I'm using the dildo you sent me... it's not the same though," he confessed, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over him.
Kareem's response was understanding and reassuring. "I know, habibi. It's just a temporary fix. But I promise, we'll be together again soon."
With renewed determination, Brandon continued to pleasure himself with the dildo, finding solace in the connection he shared with Kareem, even from a distance.
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Brandon: "Hey Coach, I've been thinking. I really wish we didn't have to keep our relationship a secret."
Kareem: "I understand, Brandon. It's not easy for either of us. But we have to be cautious for now."
Brandon: "Yeah, I know. But I was thinking... what if I talk to Jasmine about it? I won't give her all the details, just enough so she knows the truth. What do you think?"
Kareem: "Hmm, it's risky, but if you trust her, it could help to have someone close who knows. Just be careful and make sure she understands the importance of keeping it quiet."
Brandon: "Got it. Thanks, Coach. I'll let you know how it goes."
With Kareem's cautious approval, Brandon felt emboldened to confide in his sister, hoping that sharing the truth with her would bring them closer together and ease some of the burden of secrecy from his shoulders.
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Pt.7 Act 2
Brandon made his way to his sisters room, and knocked on the door.
Brandon: "Hey, Jasmine, can I come in?"
Jasmine: "Sure, come on in. What's on your mind?"
Brandon: *nervously* "I've been wanting to talk to you about something..."
Jasmine: *noticing his nerves* "You seem a bit anxious. What's going on?"
Brandon: *takes a deep breath* "I wanted to ask what you think about me dating someone."
Jasmine: *curious* "Dating? That would explain why you've seemed so preoccupied lately. Wait, do you have a girlfriend?"
Brandon: *hesitant* "Sort of... Well, there's this guy I like. But I've been keeping it to myself because I know Dad would freak out."
Jasmine: *surprised and excited* "Wow, really? That's great, Brandon! What's his name?"
Brandon: *guarded* "I'm not ready to share that much yet. Sorry, Jasmine."
Jasmine: *respecting his boundaries* "No problem, Brandon. I won't push. Just know that I'm here for you."
Brandon: *opens up* "But he's older, and we both really like each other."
Jasmine: *supportive* "Well, if this guy truly cares about you and you feel the same way, then I'm all for it. I've got your back, little bro."
Brandon: *relieved* "Thanks, Jasmine. That means a lot. I appreciate you being so understanding."
With his sister's unwavering support, Brandon felt a sense of peace settle over him as he returned to his own room, ready to face whatever the future held for him and his newfound relationship.
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A few weeks went by, Jasmine was at home doing some cleaning when she heard a knock at the door.
Jasmine: *opens the door and sees Coach Nassar* "Oh, Coach Nassar, hi. What brings you here?"
Coach Nassar: *holding flowers, looking surprised* "Uh, hi Jasmine. I was actually looking for Brandon. Is he home?"
Jasmine: *inviting him inside* "Come on in, Coach. Brandon's not here right now, but you can wait for him if you'd like."
Coach Nassar reluctantly stepped inside, feeling a bit awkward about the situation. He was caught off guard when Jasmine addressed him directly.
Jasmine: *casually* "So, Coach Nassar, Brandon mentioned he's dating someone. An older guy, but I never expected that guy to be you."
Coach Nassar: *taken aback, trying to compose himself* "Oh, uh, well... Yes, Brandon and I have been spending some time together."
Jasmine: *nodding, curious* "I see. Well, I'm glad he's found someone he likes. You seem like a nice guy, Coach."
Coach Nassar: *relieved, smiling gratefully* "Thank you, Jasmine. I care a lot about Brandon, and I want to make him happy."
As Jasmine and Coach Nassar continued their conversation, they found common ground and began to bond over their mutual concern for Brandon's well-being, setting the stage for a positive relationship between them in the future.
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Jasmine: *sincerely* "Coach Nassar, I want to assure you that I won't tell anyone about you and Brandon if you don't want me to. Your secret is safe with me."
Coach Nassar: *grateful nod* "Thank you, Jasmine. That means a lot."
Jasmine: *curious* "So, how did you and Brandon happen to come together? If you don't mind me asking."
Coach Nassar hesitated for a moment, but then decided to share the story with her.
Coach Nassar: *opens up* "Well, it all started when Brandon joined the basketball team. We spent a lot of time together during practices and after-school training sessions. Over time, we grew closer, and our relationship evolved into something more."
Jasmine listened intently, connecting the dots in her mind as Kareem spoke. Everything started to make sense—the rides home from school, the mysterious packages for Brandon, and why he seemed to be around less often.
Jasmine: *realization dawning* "Ah, I see. It all makes sense now."
Coach Nassar: *nods* "Yes, Brandon means a lot to me, Jasmine. I care about him deeply."
Jasmine: *empathetic* "I understand. You know, I'll be leaving for college soon, and I worry about leaving Brandon here alone with our father and his habits. Promise me you'll take good care of him, Coach."
Coach Nassar: *solemnly* "I promise, Jasmine. I'll always look out for Brandon and make sure he's safe and happy."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Brandon's footsteps approaching. Jasmine and Coach Nassar exchanged a knowing glance, silently affirming their shared commitment to Brandon's well-being.
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As Brandon walked in, Kareem stood up quickly and walked over to him, closing the distance between them in a few strides. With a tender smile, he cupped Brandon's face in his hands and leaned in, pressing his lips against Brandon's in a deep, affectionate kiss.
Their lips met with a soft intensity, a silent reassurance passing between them. Brandon melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth of Kareem's embrace enveloping him. It was a moment of pure connection, a testament to the depth of their bond.
Jasmine watched with a mixture of amusement and affection, her heart swelling with pride for her brother and admiration for Kareem. She couldn't help but tease Brandon about his choice in partners, a playful twinkle in her eyes as she remarked on Kareem's undeniable appeal.
Brandon's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, but he couldn't hide the happiness that radiated from him. He held onto Kareem tightly, savoring the closeness and the feeling of being loved and accepted for who he was.
Breaking the kiss, Kareem flashed Brandon a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I just got Jasmine's approval to officialize our relationship," he whispered softly, his voice filled with joy and anticipation.
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Pt.7 Act 3
As Jasmine excused herself, Brandon and Kareem exchanged a knowing glance, a silent understanding passing between them. With the house to themselves, their desire for each other burned even brighter, their longing evident in the way their bodies gravitated towards one another.
Kareem gently brushed a strand of hair away from Brandon's face, his touch sending a thrill through Brandon's body. "I've been waiting for this moment, habibi," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.
Brandon's breath caught in his throat as he felt Kareem's warm breath against his skin, his heart racing with anticipation. "Me too, Coach," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.
Without another word, their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire between them. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intensity of their connection and the shared longing that consumed them both.
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As they reached Brandon's room, their urgency only intensified. With practiced movements, they quickly shed their clothes, the fabric pooling at their feet as they stood naked before each other, their bodies illuminated by the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window.
Kareem's eyes roamed hungrily over Brandon's exposed form, his desire palpable in the heated gaze he fixed upon him. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his hands eagerly tracing the contours of Brandon's body, memorizing every curve and plane as if committing them to memory.
Brandon gasped at the sensation of Kareem's touch, his skin coming alive under the tender caress of his lover's hands. He reached out, his fingers tangling in Kareem's hair as he pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.
With a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation, they tumbled onto the twin-sized bed, their limbs intertwining as they surrendered to the heat of their passion. Kareem's movements were urgent, his hips grinding against Brandon's with a primal need that left no room for restraint.
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As Kareem reached for the lube, his fingers brushed against Brandon's skin, sending a shiver down Brandon's spine. The anticipation of what was to come made Brandon's heart race with excitement.
Kareem couldn't help but admire the sight before him as he lubed Brandon up. Brandon's foreskin glistened with precum, a sight that never failed to turn Kareem on. "Did I ever tell you how hot your foreskin was?" Kareem whispered huskily, his breath hot against Brandon's ear. "Seeing your precum pearl up underneath it is the biggest turn on for me."
Brandon gasped at Kareem's words, his arousal spiking at the knowledge of how much Kareem desired him. "Coach," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me wild."
With a skillful maneuver, Kareem changed positions, maneuvering Brandon so he straddled his lap, facing him. Their mouths remained locked in a passionate kiss as Kareem continued to thrust up into him, the intensity building with each movement.
Their connection deepened as they moved together, lost in the ecstasy of their shared passion. Brandon's body responded eagerly to Kareem's touch, the pleasure overwhelming in its intensity.
As they neared their climax, Kareem gave it one last thrust, the bed creaking beneath them. With a final, powerful release, they reached the peak of their pleasure, their bodies trembling with ecstasy.
As they caught their breath, Kareem pulled out of Brandon, admiring his handiwork as his cum dribbled out of Brandon's sore, swollen hole. Unable to resist, Kareem leaned down and gave it a lick, savoring the taste of their shared passion.
With a satisfied sigh, Kareem looked up at Brandon, a contented smile gracing his lips. "You're amazing, habibi," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "I'm so lucky to have you."
Brandon's heart swelled with love for the man before him. "I feel the same way, Coach," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you."
Kareem's eyes softened with affection as he pulled Brandon into a tender embrace. "I love you too, Brandon," he whispered, his voice warm with love. "More than anything."
As they lay tangled in each other's arms, Kareem glanced at the broken bed beneath them. "Looks like we need a new bed," he chuckled, his voice tinged with amusement. "But I wouldn't have it any other way, as long as I'm with you."
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Later in the day the two found themselves watching a movie together on the couch downstairs.
As the movie played softly in the background, Brandon nestled closer to Kareem's chest, finding comfort in the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath. Kareem couldn't help but smile as he felt Brandon's warmth against him, his heart swelling with love for the sleeping figure beside him.
Brushing a strand of hair away from Brandon's face, Kareem admired the peaceful expression on his boyfriend's face. "You look so peaceful when you sleep," he murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness.
With gentle fingers, Kareem traced the contours of Brandon's face, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Leaning down, he pressed light kisses against Brandon's forehead, his affection overflowing.
As the warmth of the room enveloped them, Kareem felt himself growing tired, his eyelids growing heavy with sleep. Wrapping his arms around Brandon, he held him close, reveling in the warmth of their embrace.
With a contented sigh, Kareem closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off into a peaceful slumber, knowing that he was exactly where he belonged, wrapped in the arms of the man he loved.
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Returning home around 9 pm, Jasmine walked into the living room to find Brandon and Coach Nassar cuddled together on the couch, fast asleep. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she watched them, feeling a surge of affection for her brother and his boyfriend.
Not wanting to disturb their peaceful slumber, Jasmine quietly made her way to the closet, where she grabbed a soft blanket. She carefully unfolded it, ensuring it was large enough to cover both Brandon and Coach Nassar.
With gentle steps, Jasmine approached the sleeping pair, the warmth of their embrace melting her heart. She draped the blanket over them, tucking it around their shoulders to keep them cozy and warm through the night.
Satisfied that they were comfortable, Jasmine stood back for a moment, admiring the scene before her. She felt a sense of happiness knowing that her brother had found someone who cared for him deeply.
As she turned off the TV, casting the room into peaceful darkness, Jasmine whispered a silent blessing for their happiness and well-being. With one last glance at Brandon and Coach Nassar, she made her way to her own bed, feeling grateful for the love that surrounded them all.