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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 16
My mom threw me the keys so I could drive us out to the country, to Chatham County. I was going to love driving down those roads. Ty was in the back and there was chit chat along the way. Ty had questions about how big my school was, what people did for fun. I told him Friday night football was one of those things. We had other things to do, just not to the scale of the city. Mom told Ty it was definitely a different life, maybe not for everyone. She felt that she and I had crossed over into city life comfortably but not everyone would have. I completely agreed with that. Thinking about some of my friends, the city would make them crazy and even lonely.
I eased off the interstate and onto the state road. Ty talked about the items for his store this season and was very happy with what he had found. Mom filled us in on the holiday routines coming up. Thanksgiving would be just us but we would go to Asheville to see Ty's grandmother for a few days. We were staying at the Biltmore Hotel which was a fancy place. There was also the Teens Christmas Ball at the club which she was about to get us tickets for.
"If you want to bring dates, I will need to know," said mom, poking my leg. So I dodged the homecoming thing only to have to deal with the Christmas Ball. Ok, well, there was time. This is what I would want to discuss with Ginny. Glad I set a date for that.
Mom told us that Lisa Buxtehude's father, Malcolm, had announced at the club that he was running for mayor. Of course, he would want to be mayor. He was one of those men that thought everything they do was God's gift to the rest of us. Well, mom said that Mrs. Buxtehude was counting on her to help run the campaign, she thought mom's organizational skills and popularity would be an asset to the team.
"The problem, Josh, and don't you repeat this, but I don't like Mr. Buxtehude. I wouldn't vote for him if he were running for dog catcher so I don't intend on campaigning for him!" mom exclaimed. I don't know how to let her down gently," she said.
"Have you told dad about it?" asked Ty.
"We did discuss it last night. He certainly doesn't expect me to work on that campaign if I don't want to but didn't have any ideas about how to tell her," she laughed. "Your father is always so `neutral'" she said to Ty.
"Tell her the firm would prefer you not to take political sides in this election. Some conflict or something. Someone on your team's spouse works close to the current mayor. You know, something like that," I suggested as I eased to our first stop light.
"Wow, Josh, that's brilliant. I could possibly get away with that!" she said excitedly. "You know, Joshua, you are such a schemer. Maybe you should work on the campaign!" she said. Ty laughed, "could talk the homeless man out of his last slice, that's all I'm saying!" he said. I looked at him in the rearview mirror. He was smiling that evil grin at me. Not the first time he had accused me of having that particular skill.
I eased into town, taking a look around the streets to see what had changed, to see if I recognized anyone. The main road became Main Street and mom announced, "We're here!" Ty finally did look up and just in time to see some things that caught his attention. Well, more than that, he wanted to jump from the car I'm sure.
"Treasures and Pleasures! Oh wow! And look at that thrift store next door to it!" he said, his face almost glued to the glass.
"You're getting fingerprints on the glass," I told him. "Don't get snot on the glass too!" and mom punched my leg.
"Can we stop?' he asked.
"No silly. Get Micah to take you there when mom drops you off. He might like to go too." I saw him start texting again. I had given him Micah's number and they had texted quite a bit so far. I was hoping Micah would make a good impression. Like me, coming out in this town was not an easy undertaking. While he had discovered how to clean himself up and enhance his attractiveness by like a thousand degrees, the options out here were limited to a few older guys who were a bit seedy and possibly a drunk guy at a party. I myself might have shown more interest in Micah if back in the day he looked like he does now. He bloomed late, I guess you would say. If all goes well, we will get to introduce him to Tristan, hoping they could at least have a fun weekend together. Otherwise, we were going to do a city search for a Tristan mate. No sense in him going without, especially as cute as he is. Take it from me, I know!
We turned off Main Street and onto the road where my grandmother used to live. My dad had inherited her house and was staying there this week. My stomach turned to mush and my anxiety was running faster than the car. Then, I saw it. The modest two story house with an SUV parked in the drive. I pulled in. I looked at mom but didn't know what to say. Neither did she. We exited the car and mom told Ty and me to wait by the car. She wanted to go in first. That option was eliminated when my dad came out. There he was, in a blue polo and tan khakis. My dad. He was as I had remembered him, hadn't aged much in the five years since I had seen him. Thick dark hair parted on the side with a little gray mixed in. He approached.
"Karen," he said in the form of a greeting.
"Dan," she said back. He walked up to the car and looked in. "I see someone's living the high life! Nice. Very nice!" he said.
"Dan, I don't think," and before she could scold him, he looked up at her and said, "everything you deserve was all I was going to say, and nothing less" and he took her hand and kissed it. I could see a faint blush on her cheek.
"Dan, I would like you to meet my stepson, Tyson. Tyson Breck. He has come along to meet Josh's friends today," and dad looked at Ty. Ty put out his hand, "please to meet you sir," he said in his gentleman's voice.
"Nice to meet you, Tyson," dad said and he looked at me. He looked at me hard.
"Josh," he said and he didn't shake my hand. Instead, he grabbed my arm. "To see you again, son. To touch you again," and his eyes watered. Ok, I wasn't sure if this was a good show or for real. What I remembered about my dad is that showing emotions was not a regular thing. I wasn't sure he could fake this. While I had always remembered him as a "good ol' boy", a saying out here, it appeared he had changed. Looked more urban, clean cut haircut, clothes that fit nicely, and was really polished with mom.
"Honey, why don't you go on in with your dad. I'm going to drop Ty off and go visiting," and she gave me a quick hug. "You text me if you need me or call me. If you need anything," she said.
"He's gonna be fine Karen. Come on Josh," dad said and he led me into the house. I turned back to see Ty staring at me. I gave him a secret wave and walked into the house. It smelled old but was comfortably furnished. Some of the furniture I remember was gone and some things had been put in its place. I suspect the nicer things got sold off and the money pocketed when Grammaw died. I stood in the living room and dad told me to sit down. I sat on the couch. He sat in a chair across from me.
"Well, Josh. I don't know where to start. Yes, you've grown. Yes, you've turned into a real solid young man," he said. "I'm so glad to see you, I don't know what else to say."
"Dad, I'm not sure why I agreed to meet you. I don't want to be rude, but did you have something on your mind? I mean, it's been a few years."
"Josh, I've changed a bit here and there since you saw me last. I work hard, have saved some money, and learned some things about people. I wouldn't think you're a rude guybutd you have a right, well, many rights to be mad, so you can let me have it. Knock yourself out, son."
"Where do you work?"
"Caterpillar. I'm an accountant for them. It's been a good job. I have a really good salary and good benefits. So you gonna let me have it?"
"Not really," I said laughing. It was a bit awkward, this thing where he wants me to cuss him out or something.
"Josh, look I know I'm the dead beat dad in the room. I left you all to fend for yourselves. I took off so I could get rid of the responsibility. I know everyone's mad and all that but I," and I interrupted him.
"Stop dad. Really," I told him.
"Josh, I can't make amends for what I did and I'm not going to push you, but you can't fault a man for wanting to see his son. I didn't leave because of you. I left because I couldn't do anything for you," and I interrupted again.
"Dad, I'm not mad. Falling on your sword to prevent me from calling you out isn't necessary. It's what you're doing but not necessary. We moved on, ok? We got over it. Mom and I did fine until she remarried. In fact, it was a whole lot less fussing after you left. You know?"
"We weren't that rough were we Josh?"
"No, but nobody was happy. Hell, even the fun things we did didn't seem fun by the time they were over. I don't think that's all your fault but Mom lightened up a lot, after you left. In fact, she became a mom to several of my friends. She poured herself into me and my friends and life wasn't bad. She helped Diesel out a lot," I said.
"Who?" asked dad.
"Oh sorry, Grayson got the nickname after you left. You remember Grayson Roads? We nicknamed him Diesel because he works on his dad's trucks now."
"Oh yes, I remember. I suspect all those boys are grown up now. I hope they're all doing good," he said.
"Yeah, all good. I miss them a lot. We're getting together this evening to hang out," I told him.
He hit me up with other questions and chit chat until he came to the big deal - the attack. How did it get started? Why had Ty been targeted? How did I catch them in the act? What did I do to the attacker, specifically. I felt like I was being interrogated again. All the information had been in the papers. My news conference had revealed my feelings on the event. But this is where my father wanted to play dad and interject his opinions and hind-sight. The conversation was getting on my nerves and I hoped his curiosity would settle down.
"Josh, I don't mean to be judgemental, but did you think of the consequences of interfering in the thing?"
"No, how could I have done that with only minutes to react?"
"I mean, wasn't there a chance the thing was about to fizzle out on its own? It's not like they were going to attack him all day, were they?" Ok, that one made me mad.
"Well dad, I guess that's a good question. Lets see how bad the house burns before we rush in and get everyone out. Is that what you're asking?" I asked sarcastically.
"I get your point. That's fair enough. But, if the boy," and I raised my eyelids, `pardon me, if Tyson had come to his senses, couldn't he have just run out of there? Got himself free from it?"
"Probably not, there were three of them and only one of him. I don't think his chances for escape were very good and might have come with worse results!" and I was getting really angry. Heat built in my face.
"You see what I'm getting at, Josh? Sticking your hand in this fire cost you and it cost you dearly. I hate you all had to go through this but the end result is the pits for you. Isn't it? I mean, when will Tyson learn to stick him for himself if he has you there to do it for him? Huh?"
"God dammit!" I yelled and I leapt to my feet. My father leaned backwards to keep space between us. "Holy shit, DAD, do you really think these are your questions to ask? What the fuck difference does it make to you? It didn't cost you anything and the consequences? Well that's life! I'm in love with him for fuck sake! Have been since I moved into the fucking house with him! I can tell you, asshole, and everyone that has a goddamn opinion on the matter, that you do what you do with something like that. The minute his face hit the dirt, my heart nearly bursted! Screw that bastard! I hope he rots in a jail full of sexual predators!" Quietly, I said, "there was no time to risk rate the consequences. None."
Then, once I realized the extent of my tantrum, I got quiet and sat back down. I hid my face in my hands not sure what I should do or say next. It was quiet after that. I heard my father get up and I peeked through my fingers to see what he was doing. He went back to the kitchen and I heard ice clinking in a glass. "Great," I thought, "I have driven him to needing a drink. Nice!" He came into the living room and handed me a fizzing glass of Coca-cola. I took a sip and the cold carbonation was good.
"Sorry about the asshole remark," I said quietly. "I have a little temper," I said.
"And I know where you got it, Josh," he said. "I think I know a few other things from that little outburst, son. Let me see if I have it right. You, at some point, came to the realization that you're a homosexual. Yes, I know all about those lifestyles and I'll explain that later. I might not have pinned that tail on you early on, but whatever," Before he continued, I was sure he had just referred to me as the donkey who gets the tail pinned on. I just wanted to be clear about what I was thinking at the moment.
"So you were going to slip quietly through the night not telling anyone out here about your "preferences" and were playing it cool for the football. Then, your mother hits you with a tackle and says she's going to marry some high society gentleman in the city and although you got your title on the team, the man came with a son, whom I met outside by the car. Living under the same roof with him, you fell for him and now you don't know what to do because you are not ready to be outed and you don't want to rift between your mom and Mr. William Breck. How close to the mark am I on this, Josh? How close?"
"I would say you pinned the tail on the donkey, dad. Thanks for that. Great job. I bet you think I'm real solid now. Bet you weren't planning on this for your little "reunion" with your homosexual son," and I picked up the glass and took several more sips.
"No, Josh, I'm not thinking any of that. I will tell you what I'm thinking though. Way back when, growing up in this community, I may have had some notions about this lifestyle thing but, Josh, I have been in the professional world and I have met all sorts. I worked for a man for two years, he was like a sergeant in the army. I called him the "horse whip" because he drove us like horses across the field. Tomorrow was too late and yesterday was preferred in getting things done. I learned a lot working for him and I got promoted under him. Josh, when they told me he had been with his "partner" for eleven years, you could have knocked me over with a feather duster."
"What's that?"
"Doesn't matter. The fact is, folks like that are drivers and it's either help them or get out of the way. All I'm saying is that you're strong and you're smart and that could be you one day so I'm not casting any dispursions on your lifestyle. The other thing is: if you think I'm going to pick up the phone and call your mother about this, you're wrong. For whatever reason, this brick got dropped in my lap, well it's in my lap to stay. Got it?" and I nodded.
"What do you get in return? Sorry for having to ask, but if you were me," and he stopped me and said, "Josh, there is nothing due in return! I may not be high on the list around here but I can be trusted. The chance for you to trust me? Well, I welcome it nad the responsibility that goes with it," he said. I think I was squinting my eyes, not sure if I should believe this. Could I believe this?
"Now Josh, I only ask this with the best intentions, understand? Don't fly off the handle again. This boy, Tyson, he's worth all the money? The stress, the secrets, the issues? He's worth all that?"
"Yes he is," I said with finality.
"Well it's a hornet's nest. One wrong move and the stingers will keep coming. I don't have any answers for you, sorry."
"I didn't ask you for any so don't worry," I said, still unsure about this situation.
"If I had answers," my father snapped, "I would impart them on you so you could decide what to do. It's your game, Josh. You're the quarterback. Do you hold it, run it, or throw it?" he asked.
"I think I hold it for now, dad," I said. "Nothing has to change this instance. We have a rhythm. We know how to be discreet and mom and Bill are really caught up in each other. It will come out at some point and we'll deal with it then. They may already suspect, who knows?." Ty is never going to believe this. Not ever, I thought.
"Josh, tell me about William Breck? Is hethe evil, over controlling stepfather slash husband?" he asked.
"Well no," I said with a chuckle. "He's, um, respectable, refined. He's intelligent but soft spoken, but very thoughtful, he has a wicked sense of humor, and he treats mom like a polished block of gold. He's a nobleman" I told him, without doubt..
"Damn, I was hoping for a little dirt. No dirt?" dad said with a smile.
"No. He's a good man. He caught me taking a few tugs on his good bourbon and told me he wouldn't charge me for that instance," I said with a shy smile. My father laughed.
"I"m glad you all can be happy, Josh. I'm glad your mother found someone that's right for her and before it was too late," and he looked down into his hands. What? Did he need comforting? Was he looking for some pity? Was that the payback?
"No decision I have ever made has come easy," and he looked up at me, "and every consequence has left bruises and scars. I have missed you both so much, Josh. I just had to say it. That's all," and he looked back down into his hands.
"Dad, I suppose I should have been filled with rage and resentfulness and should have been the terrible rebellious kid, but I'm not and I haven't been. Things were not always terrible and I have some good memories. If it was all bad, I would have been bad as well. You can stop beating yourself up now. You need to be happy as well. Just do it, ok?" I said, offering the only support I could.
"Josh, one more thing. I"m not buying my way into your life. Your life is your own. Now that I'm holding this rather special brick for you, I hope you will at least drop me a note sometime. Just a little something, is that ok?"
"Yeah dad, sure. No problem," I told him.
"And with that Josh, I will ask you one more thing. What do you need?"
"I don't need anything," I told him.
"Yes you do, and I want you to tell me what it is."
"Dad, really, I'm all," and he stopped me.
"Name it Josh! You're never going to get anywhere by not putting it on the table!" he snapped with a commanding tone.
"I need some money," I said with surprise. "I won't get the scholarships I was expecting and Bill is generous but I need a little of my own money for expenses where I don't have to go asking for it. I have a good car because it was mom's but when I get to college," and now I was looking into the palms of my hands. I didn't feel real great about this, but I could use a hundred or two in the bank. And not just for me and Ty to blow.
Dad had gotten up and went into the bedroom and a few minutes later, he came back in and handed me a check. I looked at the check and thought I saw $500. I looked again and the check was for $5000! I couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted to jump and shout but this was not Christmas or a lottery win. This was my father, offering me something very substantial
"Thank you, are you sure dad? It's an awful lot," I said. "I wasn't expecting this, didn't intend on asking for it," I told him.
"Son, I have saved well. You put that in the bank and let's revisit the issue next year, see if it makes a difference to you. Don't spend it now, Josh. Save it," he pleaded.
"Oh I will dad. Thank you," I told him and I shook his hand. He picked up on my light grip and had some thoughts on that. He had known a guy at Caterpillar who had his hand run over and had a similar problem. He said there were things they could do in physical therapy. I felt good about that.
We continued with small talk until I heard mom's car pull up. I got up and looked out the door. My dad looked over my shoulder. I turned to face him.
"Josh, I'm not going to say anything. No goodbye, no see you soon, or anything. I'm here if you need me and I won't pester you about a damn thing. I mean it," he said.
"I'm not going to say good bye either. Let me see how things play out. Let's talk again at the holidays, ok? It's my first with the Breck's and I need to see what their rhythms are like." He nodded in agreement and I walked out of the door, letting it close gently behind me. I got into the car before Mom could get out and before I put the seat belt on I started to cry. It was light but I heaved a few times. Mom flipped!
She reached over to my face and pulled me to her, "Josh, honey, what is wrong with you? What the hell happened in there?" I didn't answer her. I didn't know what to say. "I mean it Josh! What happened?" I pulled myself together and wiped my face with some tissues she pulled from the center console. Moms and their tissues, you know?
"It was ok, mom. It was really ok. Just a lot of pent up shit," I said. "He was cool and I liked him. It was a good talk. We covered a lot of ground today," and I handed her the check. Her eyes turned to golf balls.
"Lord have mercy, Josh! He gave you this?" I explained what happened briefly and she hopped out of the car and jogged to the house. I hope she was not going to throw it back at him. I really could use that money. I got my face and eyes sorted out. So much damn emotion these days. Someone's always crying, and half the time it's me!
Mom came back a little while later and climbed back into the car. She put the check into her purse. She looked at me oddly and started up the car and pulled back out to the road.
"You made some impression, I give you that, Josh. Your father was in about the same shape as you! You men are all so emotional!" she said as she drove. "Your father was a real gentleman, I'll give him that," she added and I noticed her hand resting on the gearshift in the center console and I rested my left on hers. We drove back to my grandmother's house so we could drop our things off. When we got there, Micah and Ty were sitting in the driveway talking and laughing. Seems they hit it off perfectly. Ty had bags so apparently he did some shopping.
"Look mom, I finished my Christmas store shopping, right here in town. Those shops were amazing!" Mom grinned and headed to the door to unlock it. I'm not sure she was in a talking mood at that point. He asked me how things went and I told him fine. I greeted Micah who was looking nice for a Saturday. Dang, he looked good. So Ty and I dropped our bags off in the one bedroom while mom dropped hers in the other. We left again and visited my two aunts. Just for a few minutes so I could say hey.
Then we drove down the street and past our old house so Ty could see where I lived. Hadn't changed much. The new owners had planted some flowers along the front. I hope they weren't azaleas because they require way too much work! Then we drove into town and picked up a big thing of barbecue from Shelley's, the best barbecue in the state so far as we knew. We got buns, slaw, and broccoli spears. Mom had explained that if we were going to hang out at Grayson Roads' house, we were going to need to eat and the best Diesel Gray could do would be a jar of pickles! Ty and I screamed with laughter.
We pulled up to Diesel's little house in the country. I could see the look on Ty's face. This was really a "little house in the country" with a dirt drive and a garage out back and a couple of barns. Diesel came out and met us halfway.
"What's all this?" he said, taking the trays from us.
"Food," said my mom. "You need it!" she told him. While Ty and I set up things in the kitchen, I noticed Diesel follow my mom out to the car. He sat on the back of the wagon under the gate and talked to my mom for a while. Ty asked me what they were doing. I reminded him she had been the closest thing to a mom to him and he must have had something on his mind he wanted to run by her.
"His dad used to send my mom flowers and roses all the time," I said to Ty, watching through the front door.
"Was he trying to date her?" he asked.
"Oh no, no rightful man in this town was going to make a run for my mom. He didn't know how else to thank her for helping with Diesel. He just appreciated the help a lot," I told Ty.
He looked at me thoughtfully, and said, "You always make reference to the crazy world I live in. I can say the same you. You and your mom touched everybody, I think," he said. I was about to get emotional again when a car pulled up and some more guys got out of the car.
"You ok, are you ready?" I asked Ty, smoothing his bangs, not like a mother, but like a lover. He nodded. "Then let the show begin!" I said. We exited the house and began the meet and greet, the man hugs, the punches in the arms, the awkward and tasteless jokes. Mom pulled away to go do her visiting. One guy made reference to my "golden chariot" which I thought was clever but I didn't want to look to be showing off.
After a few beers, we were all in the front yard. I was sitting in a lawn chair, enjoying the cool evening as the sun was dipping behind the trees. Ty had the gang in formation, lined up like a football team. He was pretending to be me, and ordering the team around. Everyone was playing along like it was the most fun they had ever had. They didn't even have a real football. It was completely make believe! Ty was the only person I knew that could get a bunch of country boys to play make believe football! He walked out and took his place in front of the line and gave his head a swoop to get his hair out of his eyes.
"Looks just like Warner!" Diesel cried.
"Uh, I never did that!" I yelled back.
Then in another instance when Ty was blasting them for a bad play, he stuck his right hand on his hip and jutted his other hip out in a sassy pose. They all laughed and pointed to me.
"Uh I never did that either assholes!" I yelled back. Then Micah came over and sat in a chair by me. He was quiet but I knew his wheels were turning. It seemed very innocent at the time but I started playing with his fingers, not in an obvious way as we sat and watched the game play out. He fidgeted with mine too. There was some sort of bonding taking place.
Ty announced to the team that they were about to pull off Josh's Big Cock play. Diesel yelled back that I wouldn't have a big cock unless I impaled the football on it. Everyone roared with laughter.
"It's the Big Dick guys! Not Josh's big cock, thank you!" I yelled out to them. Well Ty had a couple of guys run behind him and fake pass then threw the long pass to Prince who was standing in the far part of the yard. Yeah, yeah, you know the drill. Touchdown!
I got up and Micah did too and asked if he and I could talk. The sun had just about gone down. We walked to the back yard and ended up back at a barn I remembered well, from the last party..
"I know about you and Ty," he said. "Ty told me everything. I suspected it that time we drove into the city to see you but I it was hard for me to believe that you were, um, you know, gay." And there it was, that word I had such a hard time with. You notice I never said that word to my father.
"Did he?" I asked.
"It's so cool, Josh. You are doing what we all wish we could do. You are in love, man and he totally loves you back! Tthe only thing I can say is that, if I had known before you left, things might have been different. I just never knew. Would have never guessed," he said. "But of course I was ugly as shit and you wouldn't have given me the time of day," he added.
"That's wrong, Micah," I told him. I told him not to say things like that again. So he went through a phase, he got his baby teeth smashed playing basketball when he was young. It caused his permanent teeth to come out all wrong. The braces had corrected all that. He got his hair styled and wore form fitting clothes. He was really a looker now and I would want him to be happy and find someone.
Ok, so the beer was buzzing me and I was feeling the moment and I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were tight and he pursed them in a childish way. It wasn't a particularly good kiss. I was worried, knowing what I knew about Tristan's kissing. I got a text from Ty asking where I was. I told him we were at the barn. Make his way back, and come alone. Micah looked at me like we were in big trouble.
Ty came back and found us. He had just a tad of barbecue sauce on his chin.
"Everyone's eating," he said. "What are y'all doing back here?" he asked.
"Well, Ty, Micah and I were kissing," I announced.
"What!" yelled Ty loud enough for the whole county to hear.
"Dude," retorted Micah. "It was really nothing. Seriously, it was barely a peck!"
"What the fuck, Josh!"
"Listen Ty, he needed to be tested. You know how Tristan is. This could make or break things and guess what? He has no experience kissing, and it actually wasn't a good kiss at all!" I told him.
"Thanks a lot," said Micah. Tristan looked in shock and was frozen in his place.
"Ty, this is absolutely instructional but he's going to have to get his kissing sorted out before he meets Tristan. You are gonna have to show him. I'm only good because I'm just hot like that but I can't teach it," I exclaimed to Ty. Ty rolled his eyes at me and laughed.
Ty had gotten on board when I said instructional. He was all about teaching some shit. He leaned in, got really close to Micah and kissed him. It only lasted half a minute and Ty pulled back and said, "Oh dear, you're right," and he shook his head.
Micah looked perturbed and got ready to storm off and I pulled him back. "Look dude, this is for your own good but out there in the world, this is an essential door opener. Let us help you," I commanded.
Ty gave instructions, partly open mouth, wet the lips, Grab the bottom lip if the guy goes for the top, etc. Soon, I could see Micah was getting it with Ty's personal demonstration. He pursed slightly then pulled his lips back. That looked real good. Ty looked at me and smiled. "I think I love teaching," he said and we all laughed.
"Let me be the judge," I said and I leaned in and kissed him and this time, the effect was dramatic. It was so much better. "There, much better, Ty! You did great," and I looked at Micah and said, "Don't you forget this, man. Anything for my brothers," I said as we returned to eat mouth watering barbecue and drink a few more beers. As Micah was our way home, he was unable to partake any more alcohol but he was having as much fun without it. Somehow, that kissing seemed to change his confidence level altogether. And soon, due to mom's strict curfew, the party had to end. We had to be home by midnight and no drunk driving. We said our goodbyes, and it almost appeared that Ty's goodbyes took longer than mine. He had never met a crowd he couldn't entertain. Diesel gave me that look, that look between lifelong brothers, that said he wanted more. He wanted to spend more time with me. "Thanksgiving," I whispered. "The fried turkey, just weeks away," I whispered.
We laughed all the way home about the pretend football game and the "Josh's Big Cock" game play. We got home and checked in with mom. She was turning in. We told her we might stay up with Micah a little while longer. We wandered into the back yard. It was cold out now.
Ty asked Micah if he felt ok about the kissing thing. We didn't mean to embarrass him but at least he had gotten in some good practice. I told Micah, "watch this," and I pulled Ty to me and we demonstrated our form of kissing. My fingers lightly touching his face, Ty's arms wrapped around my waist. We swayed gently as we kissed and sucked lips and tongues. Micah was taking it all in and gave a light cough.
"What? You like it?" I asked. He could only nod his head up and down. I pulled him to us and I grabbed his bottom lip with my lips and he took my top lip then I tilted his head and felt his wet lips lock onto mine. I reached around him and planted my hand on his ass. This was not "Tristan style" ass, but it was nice enough. He groaned from the back of his throat. Then I pulled away and Ty jumped on his face. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world watching my boyfriend kissing this guy but it turned me on a bit. Is that what we looked like? I liked the image of Ty's lips in action. Ty reached up and touched his face like I did and pushed into him a little. He was showing some of that "top" like action. I liked that too.
Micah had a very prominent bulge showing in his jeans. Poor guy must be in turmoil. Ty pushed him off and I pulled him to me. He started to whimper as I kissed him. His lips were quivering and I could tell he was on the edge of cumming in his pants. I reached for Micah's zipper, Ty worked with the belt. In a moment, we had MIcah's cock free and he was hard and leaking like a leaky faucet. He had a nice straight cock with a defined head. I took that precum and smeared it in my hand. Both Ty and I took his cock and started stroking him as we continued our carousel of kissing. Micah's body started to heave and gyrate and he pulled his face away, with his eyes closed and he uttered some gutteral sound and shot his load all over the grass. That was a "saved up" load surely because it came in several long streaks and a bunch of short ones. I damn near shot in my pants! Ty was stroking him gently and kissing on his neck. I leaned over and put my tongue in Ty's ear and whispered, "That was awesome baby." He gave a short laugh and whispered back, "you are so bad!"
The first thing Ty said to me after Micah left, having had probably the most satisfying night of his life in sixteen years was, "You warned me that anything might happen out here in the country. Be prepared! Well it did," he said.
"He signed his soul over to the devils tonight so our secret will remain a secret," I said to Ty.
He put his arm around me and said, "let's go to bed."