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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson
My name is Joshua Warner. I'm 17. I play football and am slated to be QB1 next fall. Spring is a long season for football players because it's not our season. We get to watch the basketball and baseball jocks do their thing. And, I don't mind watching them do their thing. To see those hot basketball players running around in their loose fitting shorts and those baseball players in those tight pants, well, it does help pass time. I am not out. I am not coming out. I am not going to be the gay QB1. I'm not going to set examples for other gay youth to say, "hey come on out, be yourself, don't worry about the backlash!" Nope, that is not for me. You play the hand you've been dealt and move on.
I am 5'11, athletic lean at 170 lbs. I am not a linebacker, I do not look like a dump truck. I have a strong arm and perfect vision. I know where to throw it and exactly the minute to do so. I have dark curly hair that everyone says makes me look hot. Unfortunately, those kudos usually come from people I could care less about. Silly girls looking for THE guy to make them popular, to compliment all that lipstick, bad hair, and crazy shoes.
Yeah, I did fuck one of them because she threw herself onto me one night last fall. Seemed the right thing to do since she got me hard. But afterwards, I felt terrible. She fell in love. Oddly, I got rid of her by being super nice. The strategy was effective. Within two weeks of acting like the best brother in the world, she dumped me. She did like me though so we remained on good terms. Listen, a guy in my position can't handle some girl wanting it yesterday then saying you jumped her tomorrow. Part on good terms. It's for the best.
So, the reason I'm telling this story is because I got pushed into a life change and it was really that. I didn't ask for it, really didn't see it coming but it did. Like a boulder down on my head. You see, my dad left us several years ago. He and my mom were high school sweethearts or something like that. He came from plant workers and my mother came from plant managers so you know it didn't go over well back then. Her getting pregnant sealed the deal for them. Despite the fact I was a great athlete and he really wanted that in a son, our household wasn't enough for him. He missed out on seeing the world and some shit like that so he left. My mom has some family money but she works for a law firm as the manager for paralegals in the city and is really smart. She is a classy lady and she treats my friends like gold and they love her. Well, everyone loves her. She can tell you what to do in such a way you don't mind doing it. If I had to get one cool parent, I'm glad I got her..
So, the past couple of months, she has been staying late in the city to "go out" with her friends. At first, I was like, why? You should come home. My social life is quiet other than hanging out with some guys from the team. It is a struggle trying to be one of the guys when I'm really not.. It is fucking annoying. "Hey what about this chick? How about that one? Man, I would fuck her silly! Yeah I would ride her across the field!" Yeah right! Listening to that garbage just rattles my nerves because there are one or two of these guys I would totally bend over and nail over the hood of the car! Well, it looks good in porm but I have never done it. Not in this little town.
So my mom comes home late one Friday night and finds me watching tv. "Hey Josh, you doing ok?" she asks.
"Yep, how was your night out?" I asked.
"It was lovely," she says. "Had a wonderful evening and now it's time to let you know how wonderful it has been," she says in her slow southern drawl.
"Huh?"
"Josh, it's not easy for me to tell you this so please don't get upset. I'm seeing someone," she says and leaves that in the air for me to grasp.
"Huh?" I said. "Seeing someone? Seriously Mom, like you're dating some guy? You haven't said anything about this before. Not sure that's responsible Mom. Come on now!" I tell her.
With one eyebrow raised, she says, "I hear you, Josh, but I needed to see if there was possibility before I start touting it all over town. No need to stir up people if it's not leading to anything. Surely you can understand?"
"I get it but I want to know who this person is and WHAT exactly IT'S leading to."
"Josh, he is one of the attorneys at the firm. His name is Bill Breck."
"Isn't there some kind of conflict or something? You can't date someone you work with, can you?" I asked.
"Well, I don't work with him. I work in criminal litigation. He does corporate law. Miles apart from each other. Listen, Josh, let me tell you first, I have been so lonely. And second, he is a really good man. Like, a REALLY good man. It's getting serious, son. You with me?" she asked, rubbing my arm trying to keep me soothed.
"Why is he single?" I asked, hoping there was some scandal that I could use against them.
"His wife died a few years ago," she said. "Oh fucking fabulous! Now he gets the sympathy vote!" I thought.
"I don't know, Mom, like I don't know if I can handle you running back and forth to see him there and take care of us here. Is it worth it?" I asked. I know she picked up on my selfish tone. Ticked her off, I think.
"Are you presuming I am responsible to take care of you 24 hours a day because it seems to me you're big enough to take care of your own, Josh," she snapped. "Sorry. Listen, the point of all of this is to be honest with you...the need to run back and forth may not go on for long," she said and she stopped to let that hang in the air.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "You want to marry this guy. I haven't even met him and you think he's going to be my new daddy. It's like some shit on tv!" I said.
"Language!" Mom yelled. "We are only in discussion, nothing has been finalized. And yes, you are about to meet them l so that we can "get over the hump" so to speak," she explained.
"Them?" I asked, picking up on her slip. "Who is `them' exactly?" I demanded.
"Bill has a 16 year old son named Tyson. He's, well, he is a really smart boy, very handsome and polite. He's a special one for sure," she said with a strange grin.
"Oh here we go, not only is there a man, but he comes with a son. Getting worse by the minute! Wait, what does "Special" mean?" I was trying to deduce if "special" meant missing an eye or something.
"Well, he's a bit different than you. He's a little more, well, he's more urban, I think. He is not jock, let's put it that way," was all she would say.
"You ok with being a mom to two of us, Mom? It's just been me all these years."
"Take what life feeds you Josh. In the end it's a fair game because Bill gets an extra one too," she said with a clever laugh. "And Josh, you both have only a year or two at home left. Being mom is not much of a challenge for me anymore. I have seen you through the worst of it," she said laughing.
I got up and headed toward my room when Mom yelled, "Freeze!" Sort of scared me like there was a giant spider on my head. I stopped in my tracks. She walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
"Josh, you are 17, well on your way to another life. Football scholarships are going to take you to college and I'm going to be left here. Alone. I won't get a better chance for a life outside of this bit of grandeur we enjoy here if I let you deter me. Sitting here alone, hosting knitting circles with ladies from Sunday School? Surely I can do better than that. Don't you think? I'm a decent looking lady and I need someone, Josh. Will you think about that? Just find a way to come open minded? Please?" she asked, her voice cracking a bit.
This, despite my anger and disappointment at the life we were left with when Dad left, was my mom. And damn to all hell, I couldn't do it to her. I turned and gave her a hug and told her she was more than a decent looking lady. "Mom, you're the prettiest lady in this town and yes I will do my best," I told her. I wasn't wrong either. She was a pretty lady. Fit, dark flowing hair. She sobbed into my shoulder and, yeah, I was whipped. It's a big deal when your mom cries on you. Its a big fucking deal.
So before I tell you about meeting Ty, the son, I need to tell you about the day of my realization. The boy across the street from me, who was the same age as me but was smaller, was funny and nice but I was a little jock at the age of 13 and I hadn't been friends with him. But one day he came into class wearing jeans, maybe the same kind he always wore, but on this particular day, he was wearing these jeans and I noticed. His little booty looked so good in them and I didn't understand why. They fit nice and I couldn't get it out of my head all day. I got that hardon in class that could be quite humiliating if seen by anyone I couldn't think about the class or the teacher. Did he know how those jeans looked at him? Did he know someone like me was noticing? I didn't know how to answer these questions. I just waited patiently for class to end so I could see him walk away. Oh my God it was amazing. I went home and beat off to the image. Shot a load all over myself too. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with the image. I mean, 13 year old boys aren't usually fucking but I thought about it. Soon after, we became after-school friends. I let him come over and hang out with me. Although I could never rightfully make a move on him, I wrestled with him and bumped up against as often as I could. He would giggle and look up at me when he knew I had him pinned. His legs would be wrapped around me. I would be hard as a brick. I knew then. I was gay. I liked boys. He moved away when we were 14.
Now, there is a certain degree of anger I live with. My life should have been so different. I should have been a sex god, a super stud. Captain of the football team and soon to be the quarterback. I should have had the prettiest girl by my side everyday. I had choices. White girls, one particular black girl, and a latina girl. I almost did it with Clarisse, the black girl because she was really pretty and had one hot ass and she was all over me at a party. I couldn't go through with it though. I should have had a dad who pestered the shit out of me about my football. He should have been driving me crazy with sprints and throws and game plays. But he took off. So all I had was football and none of the perks that go with it. Everyone just thinks I'm a jerk and am totally conceited now. I just let `em live with it. I'll be out of here soon enough.
Now comes the part where my mom takes me into the city for dinner, to meet Mr. Breck and his son Tyson who I presume is going to be my new brother. I may need counseling by the time this dinner is done. We pull up outside a fucking big house. It's brick, two stories, with a front porch with columns. It looks as deep as it is wide. All the windows were perfectly lined up. There was a room that stuck out to the left and a matching side porch on the right. The bushes are all perfectly trimmed. The grass is lush and green. The street is Park Avenue and these are people who definitely have money. I look at my mother and she knows what I'm thinking.
"Josh," she says, "fitting in is not the problem. Getting in is what we have to focus on now. I love every minute I have spent with Bill. Please keep that in your thick skull tonight. Please," she said pleadingly. We exited the car and walked up the sidewalk to the door and before we could ring the bell, he (Mr. Breck) opened the door and met us. Right behind him was his son Tyson. Mr. Breck, who was a lean, handsome man, not unlike his profile on the law firm's website, smiled, greeted me with a firm handshake, and stood aside and introduced me to Tyson. Tyson was exactly 3 inches shorter than me, had sandy blond hair, straight, parted to the side, would weigh about 130 pounds and was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You won't find them like this in my school, polished, styled, and sophisticated. "Oh my God!" I thought. "It's a nightmare come true. Freddie Krueger couldn't bring more terror!" He is so amazing I can barely speak. I want to hate him. I want to resent him for being gorgeous and rich, and yes, he's gay. He is wearing it all over his body. His nails are glistening, his clothes are form fitting, and there may be something sparkly in his hair! I should really hate him.
"Hi there," I said, extending my hand. "I'm Josh and despite what my mother has told you, I'm actually pretty cool," I said with a nervous stutter. He laughed and told me to come in. We all went back to a very comfortable family room and Tyson brought in glasses of tea.
"Josh, I'm really glad you could come tonight. I was a nervous wreck when I introduced Tyson to your mom. Maybe you feel that way about meeting me. I don't want you to feel like that. Your mother is a very special lady and you must be a very special young man. I hear you are a star athlete. That's exciting," he said enthusiastically. I heard the message. "My own son Tyson does great playing with 2 balls but never with one!" I laughed out loud at the image and they looked at me strangely not knowing what I was thinking.
"Yeah," was all I could say. My mom crossed her eyes at me.
"He's a bit more mouthy, Bill, when he gets to know you. You can enjoy the quiet now," she said. Tyson cracked up. He had a beautiful smile. He may have once had an overbite because his top lip extended just centimeters over his bottom. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to "wrestle" again. It had been so long.
Tyson asked if I wanted to see the backyard and I said sure so I followed him out onto a screen porch. It was beautiful. There were flowers and trees and grass and a water fountain. Holy God how do people live this way? Could I live this way?
"Listen Josh, I know you think this whole thing is just fucked. I thought that too until I met your Mom. She has been so nice to me. I'm not the easiest person to get along with and..." I interrupted him and said, "I'm not either!"
"But," he continued, "I miss my mom so much. Your mom is really cool and my dad has been so happy. He's been a total dick since my mom passed but its just because he's frustrated"
"I was sorry to hear that," I said. "Not having a mom must really suck! My dad left. Nothing I could do about that," I told him.
"Thank you. She was a good lady and she understood me. Both my parents "understood" me. I got lucky Josh. Not everyone gets parents like that. When I told them I was gay my mom told me to leave her shoes alone!" We both laughed. "I'm not a jock like you but I do play tennis and I'm not going to apologize or tiptoe around it if you come to live here. But, whatever I have to do, I'm going to support my dad. Your mom has totally changed him. He dances around and tries to act all suave before their dates. You should see him. If you think it sucks, that's ok. I just wanted to tell you your mom is great and I'm going to support this. There! That's all I have to say. Also, I know a couple of the guys on the football team here and they are pretty nice to me. It's cool you play football and I think that guys that play sports are awesome if they aren't jerks," he said with a grin. I thought to myself, so little Tyson here likes him some jocks. Message received.
"Oh that's cool, Tyson. Thanks for saying that. If I"m a jerk it's because someone deserves it, otherwise, I'm good with whatever. I won't get in your way," and then it dawned on me. There was a price to be paid for this piece of heaven. Have you figured it out yet? I move into the lap of luxury, with a drop-dead boy, move to the city, start a new school, and, yep, there it is. Give up my QB1 spot I worked for all these years. Holy goddamn shit in a bucket! Once that thought settled in, I could not concentrate for the rest of the night.
We left the house in a well appointed Range Rover and went to a little restaurant not too far away. I was quiet and I guess it was noticeable. My mom kept dragging me into the conversation. Tyson was ok, he has a peculiar since of humor. I asked him what he was getting and he whispered over the table to me, "Roast Fuck with Orange Glaze," then he twinked his eyebrows as if I should get the joke. I did get it. I was beginning to see the other price of admission. Keeping my secret was going to really tough as this guy was going to keep me in perpetual hardon state.
At one point in the evening, Bill looked at me and said, "you've been awfully quiet son. I understand this is a big shock to you but," and my mother interrupted him. "Stop, Bill, you don't have to say anything. Josh just needs some time..." then he interrupted back, like they already knew how to do this. "No, let me finish Karen. Josh, I think it's amazing you are an accomplished football player. I love some football and a number of other sports. Now let me ask you, if there is one question you could ask me, what would it be? Surprise me," he said confidently.
I thought for a moment and it was conspicuous that everyone was so quiet. All eyes were on me.
"Well, Mr. Breck, I don't have a lot of experience with prominent people and what I see on tv makes me wonder if living with doctors and lawyers may NOT be awesome. Like maybe nothing is ever good enough for people like you. Will me and my mom be happy living like that?"
My mother's eyebrows shot straight up her head almost into her hair. Tyson gave an evil chuckle.
Bill sat his glass on the table and said, "you know, Josh, that's a good question. You are more astute than you give yourself credit for." He laughed a little. "I know those people you are talking about. I can name a few right now. I work with them. I represent them. They are tiresome as a whole, just wear me out sometimes. I, however, am not that guy. I went into law because I was good at contractual jurisprudence. Working in mergers and acquisitions was just something that was very natural to me and I have earned a more than sufficient living. I have enjoyed my work immensely and I enjoy a certain satisfaction with taking care of my family, and," he paused, might have choked a little, "even though I lost one battle, doesn't mean I'm giving up. There is more I can do and Tyson and I, well," he looked down and got lost in his thoughts and I felt so ashamed for asking a jerk question. It was really stupid. I almost threw up my steak. Fuck, I was about to screw this up for my mom. She was going to be furious.
I looked over to him and said, "Mr. Breck, I apologize for being a jerk. I was wrong to..." and he stopped me and said, "Josh, you have done nothing wrong. If you feel compelled to represent your mother and defend your own happiness, I cannot find fault. You're sharp and you're strong and I am at this moment even more enamored with you and your mom then I thought possible!. The fact that you just invited me to demonstrate my sincerity and show my heart, well, I'm starstruck. I look forward to spending more time with you. Thank you," he said. I grinned at him and looked at Tyson who was nodding in approval at me. My mother whispered in my ear, "that was a close call, wasn't it, Josh?" and she put some edge on it.
So, in the end, I guess I helped them seal the deal. It was only a few weeks later we were out with the Brecks at "the club", oh yes, there is a country club. The first time I went, I felt like a country mouse gone to the city. I asked my mother if I could buy a Lacoste shirt and some shorts and she said yes. The next time I went to the club, I looked damned good and people noticed. Treated me like I should have been there for years. Anyway, we were at the club having lunch after Tyson played in a tennis match. That's when Bill popped the question, my mother said yes, and I was looking straight into the face of my beautiful step brother-to-be. He was looking back too. "God help me!" I thought to myself. Oh, and he wasn't the only one. This place was crawling with hot boys. I got glances this way and that. While it was good for my ego, I found myself trying to figure out how I was supposed to act with the newly found attention. You know this shit was making me horny all the time. I had become a porn addict jerking off all the time. I may have averaged three times a day that summer. My imagination was developing and I was finding guys to be hot in various ways. Still, there was Tyson. He WAS special, like my mother said. Part snob, part pop culture fan, part mouthy, part sexy.
So getting along with the Breck's wasn't too difficult. I really thought I should be complaining about something. I wanted to complain about something but I couldn't find anything. Bill was more social that fatherly but he wasn't afraid to offer his opinion. He always finished with "you can take it or leave it," which made me laugh.
There was a wedding at the end of July. The ceremony and party was at the club, of course. There were a bunch of people from the law firm. Mom's friends and my grandparents were there. Some of the Breck's family were there. There were very hospitable with us. I think they thought my mom couldn't replace the first Mrs. Breck but my mom was planning on doing that. Bill got my mom to trade up for a Mercedes wagon which she thought was pretentious. He asked her to drive it for a day and if she hated it, he would take it back. The owner of Mercedes dealership was his client and he got a good deal. She took to it and that led to her handing her Camry down to me because my little Mazda was shot and not very safe. We sold our house and Mom stashed the money into my college fund. As school was out, i had a big going away party with my friends. Lasted a weekend.. The coach flipped his wig over the fact I was transferring and he was losing his quarterback.
The big win came for me shortly thereafter. While my mom was enrolling me at the big city high school, Bill was talking to the head coach and telling him about me and my quarterback status. The coach was enthusiastic because his quarterback was having serious arm troubles and the QB2 was starting the season on academic probation because of his spring semester grades. The team gave me a try out and I took the day. This was going to be a big deal. This was a bigger team playing in a bigger league with a lot more exposure. Once again, I could sigh a breath of relief.
I settled into my new room in the Breck's house. It was a bigger room than I was used to. It shared a bathroom with Tyson's so, um, yeah I would have to see him daily. I kept my cool as best I could. Between his devilish glances and constant sarcasm, I couldn't tell if he wanted to jump me or run me out. It didn't take away from how cute he was but it helped me remain closeted. He maintained his own life and he didn't share many details. Well, none actually. I never knew where he was unless he was at home. He wasn't bad on the Xbox so we played together. He had a nice setup in his room and usually asked me if I wanted to play with him. In more ways than one, I thought.
So my first taste or reality came in mid-August when our parents took their delayed honeymoon. Well, its wasn't a long trip. They left on Thursday and were coming back Sunday. Things were too busy at work for both of them to take a long trip right now. They wanted to do something long at Christmas as a family. Bill gave us two rules - no parties at his house and no drinking and driving. He has made it clear to me that one loss in his life was enough and creating any kind of embarrassment in front of his partners at the firm was unacceptable.
Tyson spent the night with some friend Friday night and was home Saturday to chores we had been assigned and then was gone again. I went to see a movie with a guy from the team. He's cool enough. Getting used to the city vibe took some effort. The guys are just so much more polished. Preppy, I guess you would say. I got home about 11:30 and the place was so quiet. I turned on the big screen and watched some tv when I heard Tyson stomp in a little after 12. I got up and went into the hall.
"Hey," I said. "Have a good night?"
"It was good," he said. "Im really tired. I'm going to bed," he concluded.
"Are you drunk?" I asked laughing.
"Nah, I had to drive," he said, clomping up the stairs.
About an hour later my movie ended so I went up to my room. He had left the bathroom light on so I went in and relieved myself. Temptation got the better of me. I opened the door and just enough bathroom light leaked into his room that I could see him in his bed. The cover was kicked off partly and I could see skin. Yes, I had seen him coming and going from the shower but that was different, more business as usual. I made it a point to flash my ass as often as possible to see if he stirred. If he did, I couldn't tell. This was, however, different. It was natural, sexy. I walked in quietly. I inched up to him and could hear his breathing. That was sleep breathing. He was asleep on his tummy and his perfect ass was sticking out from the cover. His skin was pale and looked so smooth. Oh my God, his body was thin and beautiful, not bony. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to crawl in with him, just let his body rest against mine for the rest of the night. I leaned forward just hoping to get a scent of his ass when I saw it, that thing that reminds you how curiosity killed the cat. His asscrack was gleaming with sweat and moisture, it smelled of pheromones. He had been fucked. Someone had fucked my boy. If you have ever felt that kind of disappointment you can let me know. I sulked back to my room. I grieved the rest of the night. Its not like I own it. Not like I ever put myself forward. I mean, I know we're step brothers now but we have no like DNA. Still, someone is fucking him and I wasn't happy about it.
It was time to evolve my approach. I was quite good at building plays and was working on three new plays for the team. I brought my previous playbook but not all plays work with every team. They have to be modified based on the players, the mood, that attitude. I would develop a play for Tyson. And if I find out its one of the football players fucking him, since he said a couple of them were nice to him, well I would end that in short order.