Although he'd been pretty quick to give in and agree to go see Harding, part of Brandon was anxious about what would happen. Ultimately, his hormones won out. He decided that he'd hear what the 59-year old had to say and if things went the way he hoped they would, he wouldn't hold back this time. He'd still treat the man with kid gloves because he was so green when it came to man-on-man action. But he vowed to let himself be the confident, suave, sex hungry, and able-bodied man he was with all of the men who'd come before. If he got another shot with Josh, he was going to make sure the coach saw the real Brandon Davies this time around. Not some watered-down timid version.
Despite the more sure-footed way he'd decided to act, Brandon couldn't help but feel more than a few nerves as the time got closer for him to leave. After showering, putting on his most alluring after shave, and dressing up in an outfit that was sure to show off all of the gains he'd been making at the gym over the past few years, he was out the door. Forty-five minutes later, he was standing outside Room 1204 waiting for the man of his dreams to answer.
Brandon wanted to be more stern...let the coach think he had to work harder to get back in his good graces. But when the door swung open and he saw Josh Harding standing there, looking hot as fuck in athletic wear, he couldn't stop himself from smiling earnestly!
"Brandon! It's great to see you again!" He extended his hand and shook Brandon's with that same tight grip. "Come in!"
"It's great to see you too, Josh. You're looking pretty good, I must admit."
"Thanks, my man!" Josh winked, making Brandon inwardly swoon at the reference. "The same goes for you." It made Brandon's dick start to chub up when he noticed Josh eyeing him up and down. Yeah. He'd still hear whatever it was that the coach had to say, but in his mind he already had the 59-year old's legs propped up on his shoulders.
After ordering room service, Josh poured each of them a small bit of whiskey from the bar in his room and the two sat at a large round table in the corner. "So, I guess we'd better not wait until the food gets here. I'm sure you're anxious to know why I sent that text a few days ago."
"I wouldn't say anxious," Brandon corrected him. "But yeah. I do want to know what happened. I thought we had fun together in your office."
"We did," Josh looked mighty uncomfortable. "But then I freaked out."
"I figured as much," Brandon looked on sympathetically.
"But I don't think you know why."
"I can guess. You're a married straight man who didn't plan on blowing and being blown by another guy. The feelings it stirred up and the fact that you enjoyed it so much..." He saw Josh start to open his mouth, so Brandon kept talking to stop him from interrupting. "And don't try to deny it. I was there. I know you enjoyed the hell out of it. The fact that you enjoyed it so much was too much for you to handle, so your instinct was to withdraw from those feelings. Do I have the gist of it?"
"Sort of," Harding seemed slightly annoyed that Brandon had tried to 'shrink' him. "What you just said was part of it. But there's a lot more wrapped up in it. I have a lifetime full of Catholic teachings and Catholic guilt that's been pounded into me. That was the biggest part of it. I just kept seeing Father Herlihy standing there with a scowl on his face, wagging his finger at me and saying 'Tsk tsk tsk, young Mr. Harding. You're setting yourself on the path to eternal damnation.' It was a lot of pressure that I was putting on myself."
"I understand, Josh. It's not easy to go against something you've been taught all your life." Brandon genuinely felt sorry for the guy. But he also decided to bank the information for use later on.
"Not just that," Josh went further. "When we were together last time and you said you wanted to fuck me..."
"I want to apologize again for that," Brandon interjected. "I was pushy. That's something you have to be ready for on your own time. And not every guy is ever ready for it."
What Harding said next surprised the fuck out of Brandon...and got him instantly throwing rock hard in his jeans. "That's not it. When you asked, I wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. In fact, it intrigued me, very much."
"Jesus..." Brandon muttered, then realized who he'd just said that in front of and blushed. "Uh, I mean... Crap! Sorry, Josh."
Josh laughed. "It's okay, Brandon. Like I said the other day in my office. I may have gone to Catholic school, but I wasn't some sort of pure as the driven snow goody two-shoes. I don't mind you saying things in front of me that you'd say in your everyday life."
"Thanks. But if you don't mind me asking, if the idea of me fucking you appealed to you -- or at least intrigued you -- why did you turn me down the other day?"
Josh looked uneasy and raised his hand to push it through his hair. "What little I know about anal sex is that it can be pretty messy and it's preferable to be clean beforehand. I wasn't. I didn't want you to find that out the hard way, but I was too embarrassed to tell you."
Just when Brandon thought this guy couldn't get any more adorable and endearing... "I appreciate the consideration, Josh. But I wish you would've told me. For the past few days, I've been going along thinking I did something wrong."
"Damn," Josh looked upset. "I'm a total asshole. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. It's all water under the bridge. The point is that we're here now, everything's out in the open, and hopefully we can start with a clean slate."
"I'd like that very much," Josh grinned.
It was about that time that dinner arrived. Over a hearty meal, the men talked about sports, their lives, and other interests. Brandon was sure it wasn't his imagination, but it seemed like sexual tension was very much on the rise. As both men finished cleaning their plates, he felt himself slipping into Casanova mode. He was certain the 59-year old stud hadn't invited him here to this hotel room only to talk and have dinner. Sex was obviously also on the menu and Brandon was determined to make the most out of his second chance.
It was when Josh was pushing the room service cart out into the hallway that Brandon took the opportunity to slip off his shoes and climb onto the bed. When Josh reentered, he found Brandon laying with his hands clasped behind his head, eliciting a double take from the coach. "I was about to ask what you want to do now, but from the look of things, you have a plan."
