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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 25
I woke up Monday morning early, still having visions of Saturday night. Ty, on the edge of my bed, with my cock ramming his amazing ass, well at first. He took over and began fucking me, backing onto my cock and pulling off, using his knees to guide him forward and back.
"I do, Josh. I will say it everyday! I do!" he gasped.
"You want me to marry this pussy baby, take it for my own?" I whispered?
"Fuck yes baby. It's yours! Always!" he gasped in reply, continuing to back into me. I pulled him upwards and held him close. His dick was so hard in my grasp. He backed onto me and impaled himself until he started to tremble and quiver. His hair draped gently over my shoulder as I ticked my tongue in his ear. His ass grabbed my cock and clenched it harder than he had ever done. He broke out into a light sweat. He couldn't scream out so he hissed instead. I waited for his load to shoot from his cock and it did not. When we was finally through quaking, he fell onto the bed face first. With his wet, sloppy hole spread out on my bed, I pulled out and in a few strokes, shot all over his back and, in my wake-up dream, I shot a hot load across my torso. This was the second time that weekend I had gotten off to the image of Saturday night.
While that sex was some of the best I have ever experienced, I was concerned that he wasn't moving. I dropped onto the bed beside him and shook him. He didn't move for a few moments. He then seemed to come around and opened his eyes to look at me.
"Hey babe, are you ok?" I asked.
"I came baby," he replied. "It was amazing," he added. He closed his eyes again.
"Ty," I said, shaking him, "are you ok?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Where is your cum? You didn't cum," I said, startled.
"It's about to pour out of my ass," he said. "Something's not right," and he climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom. I was shaken as I had never heard of anything like this. I hoped that we would not need the hospital.
When he was done in the bathroom, he said he needed to go to bed. It was almost 3 am and he told me to go to sleep. We wouldn't wake up in time and he needed sleep. We would discuss this orgasm thing tomorrow as we would both google it to understand what had happened.
On Sunday, Tristan stopped by with Jack in tow. We told Jack everything that happened at the Christmas dance. He was surprised by the development. In the end, it was not the worst thing that Bryce and Lisa were the ones to catch us. I wasn't going to worry too much about it, except to say that Lisa could turn on you. Not only did she have expectations about how she was to be treated, the fact that my mom had recently handed her mom's ass back to her telling her she would not serve on Malcolm Buxtehdude's mayoral campaign meant I had to be extra cautious. I really didn't want to be beholden to anyone at this time nor did I wan to walk on eggshells but it was what it was.
The school day was about to begin and I was sailing through the first half of the day. Bryce was so funny, being in the make and in the know. Every time I saw him, he took the moment to remind me that we had a big secret between us. I didn't mind. It made the secret of Ty and me a bit more real. If Bryce and Lisa, were the worst of my problems, I really didn't have many. However, the issue presented itself at the end of lunch. Ginny and I had left the cafeteria and I had grabbed "second part of the day materials" from my locker. On the way upstairs, I ran into Mark Reston, the quarterback who took my place. He grabbed my backpack and led me out of the stairwell.
"What are you doing, Mark?" I asked him.
"Getting you some place quiet," he said, leading me to the entry of the second floor library. There wasn't much traffic there. I pulled back from to get out of his grip.
"Mark, seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? I have a class to get to," I said.
"Josh, listen, some things are happening and if I don't tell you, you're going to find out another way. I have to tell you something!" be barked.
"Mark, what are you talking about?" seeing he was very serious.
"Josh, it was all a big mistake and I'm going to get my ass turned into gravy, first by you, then everyone else. It's bad," he said. I froze, not knowing what he was going on about but it sounded bad. He looked terrible. His hair was messed up, his shirt tail was out. He even had a light sweat on his face.
"Mark," I said quietly. "Tell me what has happened," I said. "You like bad, man. Really bad."
"Josh, I am going to be called to testify at Mooch's trial next week. It's going to be a fuckiing mess," he said. Ok, this was the last thing I suspected.
"How do you know Mooch? Why are you going to testify?" I asked.
"Well, first, let me explain, I have known that sorry ass Mooch for a long time. I thought what he asked me to do was just for shits and giggles. I didn't know," he said.
"Mark, stop with the bullshit. Tell me what you are talking about!" I snapped.
"Mooch asked me to get the pic of Ty in the skirt into the school and flashmob it. He didn't have access to anyone at this school. When I saw the pic of Ty, I didn't even think about you. I just thought it was kind of funny. I flash mobbed that pic, Josh. It was me who got it in," and he stood and waited for me.
"Because you knew that asshole and he was so convincing, he sent you Ty's pic of him in a tennis skirt for you to send out your contact list? Is that what you are saying to me?" I asked, giving him a firm push. He fell back a few steps.
"Yeah Josh, I didn't know it was going to lead to all that. I swear I didn't know he would try to run you down with a car. I SWEAR!" he yelled. I pushed him again harder and he fell down on the ground, as my anger was swelling to all-time highs. He got back up.
"Mark! Do you know the fucking trouble you caused? And stupid me trained your sorry ass! You have gotta be kidding me!" I yelled, and without so much awareness, my fist drew up and I punched him in the face. He flew back into the library doorway, with a little blood shooting off his lip. A couple of guys exited the library and grabbed me to hold me still and asked me what was going on. I wrestled myself from their grasp.
"Fuck you all," I yelled, "and fuck you Mark Reston! I swear when is enough ever enough in this fuckinig school! How much is a guy supposed to take in this hellhole!" I yelled at him.
"I'm sorry Josh. I just didn't know it was going to cause so much trouble. I really didn't," he said, wiping his lip on his sweat jacket. The guys had backed off with their hands in the air, as if they felt like I wouldn't hit him again. I picked up my backpack, not knowing what else to do.
"If you wake up tomorrow, Mark, I hope it's in Hell, you stupid mother fucker," I screamed and I walked off, leaving him there with his bloody lip. I only sat in fifth period calculus for about one minute when I decided the day was over. I picked up my backpack, ran down the hall to the main building, out the front door and toward my car.
Nothing had been so real in my head. He sent the pic because of some half assed friendship with a douchebag called "Mooch." He asked Mark to send it to his contact list and if he knew it would impact me as quarterback, I was not sure. Ty would agree to meet the asshole and discuss the extortion and end up in a three on one altercation. I would come to the rescue and punch the guy's lights out, pushing him over the cliff so that he would think that hitting me with a car would teach me a lesson. Then I would not be able to play football for the rest of the season, assuming I would live after being hit by a car!.
I think I've got it right but what the hell! I just came here because my mom wanted to settle down with a professional guy and make a new life for us and here I was taking the beating of a lifetime! Fuck Brumfield High and all it's stupid pussies! I never went through any shit like this back in Chatham County and I wished to hell I was back there right now! I only had to be careful enough to get home without wrecking my car. I accomplished that when I pulled up to the curb of our house, grabbed my bag, slammed the door and went inside.
I slammed the backpack down onto my floor and dropped down on my bed. Should I have done more? Should I have let Mark explain further? How did he know Mooch? Did Mooch give up Mark in the investigation and that's why he has to testify? Oh fuck how was I supposed to process this, just coming off an extraordinary weekend with Ty and the Christmas dance? Could I text him and warn him? No, that wouldn't be helpful. Should I text Bryce? No, he's in school too. I told myself to just relax and calm down.
About twenty minutes after I got home, I got a text from mom.
"Where are you?"
"At home"
"Hold on, getting call from Principal Dillard"
Then a few minutes later, she texted me, "picking you up in twenty minutes. Be ready!" was all that was said. I guess this is where my punching Mark in the face hits the fan. Yet another day of reckoning. I couldn't wait. As scheduled, Mom and Bill pulled into the driveway. I pulled the kitchen door closed and climbed into the backseat of mom's car.
"Josh. there is some bad news and I guess you know it, since you flew out of school, leaving everyone to worry," mom said. Bill pulled the car out and we headed toward the school.
"It wasn't my fault," I said. "It was more than I could process," I told her.
"I understand," she said. "Just keep calm Josh. Let the principal sort it out," she suggested.
When we got to the school, Bill parked in the visitor's parking. He turned around to me and said, "Josh, we can all appreciate that you are upset. We are all upset but this isn't the time to go into the principal's office smarting off and showing our ass. We're going to listen to what he has to say and we are going to answer questions factually and without being flippant. Do you understand me?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I said.
When we entered the secretary's office, Ty was sitting there looking confused. He jumped up and mom put her hand on his shoulder to keep him quiet and the secretary greeted us. Bill looked at Ty and, using a finger, motioned for Ty to cooperate. Ty shook his head and we were invited into Principal Dillard's office.
"Ah, the Brecks! Welcome," he said. "Please have a seat," he said, pointing to his office table. "You all know the table by now," he said with a little laughter.
"Ed," said Bill, "thanks for calling us in. I suspected this trial wouldn't get off the ground without another surprise or two."
"Yes, a surprise or two, is an understatement," said Principal Dillard. His suit coat was off but he still looked formal.
"Let me begin by saying it is unfortunate that I have to call you into my "inner-sanctum" once again as it relates to the tragic events from back in October. New information has come to light and I want to spell it out for you," he said. "Back in October, upon the occasion of Tyson's attack on the ball field, I told you that it gave me some comfort that the attack was not instigated by Brumfield High students. I am now aware that was not a true statement. In fact, the district attorney has informed me that it was a Brumfield High student who released the fake image of Ty to the student body. Before I seek your questions, let me tell you this is a grievous moment for me. I am so sorry we have come to this point. Are there any questions before I continue?" he asked. I certainly wasn't contributing anything right now, with Bill and my mom sitting right there.
"A student you are all familiar with, Mark Reston, who assumed the quarterback position for the Colonel's football team has been fingered as being the entry point for the fake photo of Tyson. He has admitted to sending the photo digitally to all those in his contact list using a "veil" app," and he leaned forward and said, "if the school systems could sue Apple for unleashing weapons of mass destruction to teenagers, well, we might not have so many budget cuts, if you know what I'm talking about." Mom and Bill shook their heads in agreement and Bill chuckled just lightly.
"Ed, how did the boy's involvement come to light? Did he confess?" asked Bill.
"No, he didn't. The perpetrator informed the investigators during his interrogation. Unless there is some issue with hate crimes or harassments, they wouldn't consider a high priority as it relates to the significance of a vehicular attack. Because it was an event that occurred on school property, the D.A called my office to advise what had occurred,' Principal Dillard said.
"In the end, I have to advise you that there is technically no crime committed here. It was a long time ago and the damage cannot be quantified. Josh, this has no bearing on your case because the attack on you stems from the altercation between you and Mr. Cox. Do you have any questions?".
"No sir," was my reply.
"Ty, I want to apologize on behalf of the school. As one of our very finest students, I feel you have gotten a raw deal this semester and I want to be sure you are ok. Do you have any thoughts you want to share?"
"Yes sir, I'm ok," Ty said.
"Bill, Karen, do you have any questions?"
"So the young man is giving testimony as part of the investigation. He was not part of the extortion attempt to gain money from Tyson, is that correct?" asked Bill.
"That seems to be correct. He was rather unknowing as to what was to become of the situation and had only acted in an "uninformed" manner, so the investigators had indicated."
"Thank you," said Bill.
"Boys," he said to Ty and me. "Come this way please," and he motioned for us to come and stand beside him. He looked us square in the face.
"Boys, the school has opportunities to address this matter internally. Mr. Reston breached our "Zero Tolerance" policy and we can address that. Whether he gets a short suspension or whether is denied the opportunity to play football again is totally at our discretion. His actions may not constitute a crime, but that doesn't mean thy are excusable. Do you understand?" and we nodded. "To be specific, there will be consequences but they will be proportionate to the role he played, not to the end result. Ok?" We said nothing.
"That means, and let me be clear about this. You have NO disciplinary rights here so any retaliation or any "strike back" will not be tolerated. Mr. Warner, are you with me on this?" he asked, singling me out.
"Yes sir."
"Good, then let me put this in terms most teenagers can understand. If you put one toe out of line in this matter, one word, one threat, one fight, my response will be swift and furious. Understood?" and we nodded again.
"Josh, you took a big hit as a new student here and I am at a loss how to justify what happened. I'm so proud of your accomplishments and your ability to move forward. I suspect there is a strong foundation under that tough exterior that will always distinguish you as a survivor," he said. I nodded but kept quiet.
"Bill, Karen, do you have any concerns about the guidance I have just given Ty and Josh?"
"No," said my mother. "I think you have been very clear and very gracious. Bill and I appreciate your approach. Bill?" mom asked.
"You're right, Karen. We will acquiesce according to your guidance,' said Bill.
"Ty," said Principal Dillard, "I have to take a hardline on "strike back" but I know that isn't your style. Are you ok, son? I really am sorry this has all fallen on your shoulders this year," Principal Dillard said. .
"No problem, Principal Dillard. I have a great family. My parents and my step brother are right behind me all the time and I'm not too worried about any of this. I always regret the effect this had on Josh. It doesn't matter if you're an old student or a new one. No one deserves this. I just want it behind me, that's all," Ty said thoughtfully.
"Son, if all my meetings in this office revealed that kind of attitude, I swear I would take the show on the road and make a lot more money," Principal Dillard said with a grin. He looked at the parents and said, "This is what I'm talking about, Bill. This is the kind of attitude that distinguishes your boys from so many others that have sat in this office. Take these boys home and give them a good dinner and send them back tomorrow so they can prepare for exams," Principal Dillard said. Ty was pinching the bridge of his nose like he was getting emotional. I took his elbow into my hand and he calmed down. Principal Dillard noticed the gesture and smiled at me.
"Principal Dillard," I said, seizing the moment. He looked at me with surprise.
"There is a situation that occurred earlier where I was confronted by Mark and because I was caught off guard, I'm afraid I was a little rough on him. I thought I should tell you so that you are aware," I said, fearing a later backlash, given how he had warned us.
"I am aware of that situation already, Josh. Do you think I don't know just about everything that happens here on a daily basis?" and he looked at Ty and me, then to the parents. "I have eyes and ears everywhere!" he exclaimed. Mom and Bill still looked worried.
"Your honesty is greatly appreciated Josh and it will do you no harm today. Mr. Reston is not filing any complaints so we'll just let that unfortunate occurrence fall by the wayside, ok with you?"
"Yes sir. It's just he caught me by surprise and I'm just at my ropes end with all of this. Thank you for understanding, sir," I said, as nobly as I could muster.
"Mr. Reston will not be seeking any response to the altercation. You all go home and relax. Bill, Karen," he said rising from his chair, "thank you all for coming in on such short notice. Again, I am sorry for all of this." He shook both of their hands and pushed Ty and me towards the door.
"Any plans for the holiday?" Principal Dillard asked.
"We are going to Asheville to see my Gigi for three days!" Ty quipped.
"Is that your mother, Bill?" asked the principal.
"Yes Ed, she has not met the family since we married so this is an exciting trip."
"That's great, I hope you all have a great time," he said and we exited the office. We all headed to the parking lot and before Ty ran off to his car, Bill pulled us in close. "Boys, you made a good show in the principal's office and I really appreciate how respectful you were. I hope you see how the "powers that be" can work in your favor when you keep your attitudes in check. Thank you," he said. Ty and I went off to his car and mom and dad went to theirs
"Wow," said Ty when we got into his car. "I didn't see that coming. He must have cornered you earlier. That was definitely a surprise attack," he said. I nodded and remained quiet. I was quiet for the rest of the day and everyone let me have my space. I got texts that afternoon from Jack and Bryce. I told Bryce I would get back to him later. I figured he had heard what happened. I finally heard from Diesel Gray whom I hadn't heard from in a long time. He was just sailing in school now, ready to get on to his diesel mechanic certification so he could start making some money.
Bryce texted me again, "There is no later. Only now!," he replied.
"Want to come over?" I asked.
"Be there in 10"
I helped Ty put the last of his boxes together. His work room was almost wiped out. There were a few pricier items remaining and the lamps mom wanted.
"Has it been worth it?" I asked.
"Josh, I have made $800 over my investment of $700. All I have to do is pay Dad back the amount I borrowed and the rest is mine. If I sell the remaining items I will make $1000 which is what I aimed for, so yeah, it was worth it."
"That's good money. I know it's tedious shit but every job is going to have tedious work, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yep, I think so," he said. I know he was being reserved because of today. I took his arm and stopped his work for a minute.
"Hey," I said, getting him to look up at me. "Today makes no difference in the grand scheme of things. Mark admitted what he's done so we can leave it at that. I'm going to keep things to myself a bit because of the hurt I feel building back up in me. Nothing to do with you," and he kept looking at me with those blue eyes. "I would do every single thing over again the same way," I said. The doorbell rang. That would be Bryce.
I brought him upstairs and I was right, he had heard about me knocking Mark's ass off. Ty and I filled him in on the meeting with Principal Dillard. He grimaced at the thought of our parents and us having to meet with Dillard. He was truly shocked that Mark was involved. Like, none of us would have seen that coming.
"Dude, do you think he knew it would end up with him taking the quarterback spot?" Bryce asked.
"I don't think so. I don't think he knew it would turn into a car "run down," I said. He agreed with that logic. "But, you know he knew what he did led to my injuries resulting in him getting placed. He could have said something back then but you know he was sweating it out the whole time." Bryce and Ty really agreed with that. We speculated more on the thing and I could feel my anger swelling inside me. In fact, I was glad when he left because no one understands what a loss I took and constant rehashing was exhausting. I don't want to host any pity parties so I prefer to keep it inside.
Tuesday was quiet as I didn't say much to anyone. Oh everyone had plenty to say. There are apologies, there were questions, there were whispers as I moved from one class to another. Student teacher Birch just took one stab at reaching out and said to me in the hall, "Sorry Josh. I know you're going through a lot. Really, I am," and he headed back to his class not expecting me to converse. That was fair, I thought. At least he didn't give me the "I understand" speech.
I spent some time in my room after school and was enjoying it, like I liked experiencing a little misery. I can't explain that crap but some people might know what I'm talking about. Sometimes it's good to be moody. It didn't go over well when mom asked me if, how did she put it, "if I wouldn't mind blowing the leaves out of the garage since Bill's car wasn't in there, before he got home." I was like, "Whatever. That's what the weekends are for!" and I was about to go back upstairs. Ty came in through the kitchen door about the same time mom snapped, "Josh, I think you can afford to check your attitude! You are reliving the past and it doesn't suit you!" I had just reached the top of the stairs when mom shouted, "Josh, did you hear me?" Ok, my moody plan didn't include mom riding me. I heard Ty ask if he could handle it and she said, "go ahead." So here he comes up the stairs and takes me by the hand and drags me down the front steps.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "I have homework," I said.
"Cut it, Josh. Homework is the last thing you're gonna do at 4:30. Come with me. He took me out the front door and we walked. And yes, he walked me to Fenmore Park. I guess it was to be revenge for the time I dragged him up there. We didn't walk out into the woods, though. We stopped at the large water fountain and sat on the edge and he let me sit there for a few minutes, taking in who and what was around. It was quiet except for some kids kicking a soccer ball. When I got tired of the silence, I said, "well go ahead. Let's see what you've got to talk me out of my mood. It better be good," I said. I regretted it as soon as I said it because I didn't like talking to him that way. He squinted his eyes at me. The one thing I could rely on is that he let my shithead attitudes bounce off of him.
"Josh, I know what you're doing but I think it's ok if you let it go. I know part of you is still stewing about what Mark did to me and part of you is reliving how it felt when you realized you wouldn't finish the season. I get it, babe. I totally get it," he said. He was right, of course, but I felt unmoved so far.
"The think is Josh, let me think how to say it...so there are two things that I always remember that sets the tone for our relationship. Want me to tell you what they are?" OK, now he's getting somewhere. I couldn't wait to hear this. Probably has something to do with me kissing boys or something.
"Josh, that day on the ballfield, when they pushed me down, I was so embarrassed. I felt so weak that I couldn't defend myself. Like, I was very ashamed, thought I could never be treated like that and then I was, well, when I looked up and saw you running across the field toward me, when you came across that field, you looked like Zeus. I have never felt so happy, so relieved. You were going to be my hero and I tell you, I have never felt like that before," and he was looking down at his feet, rubbing a loose rock under one of his feet like a nervous habit.
I remembered how I felt running across the field and I could understand. He went on, "the other thing I will never forget is the day you found Tri and me down the street eating ice cream with the college guys. When you walked away," and I interrupted him. "I told you I don't care about them, Ty. That's over," and he interrupted me back.
"Josh! The look on your face when you walked away from us was one I will never forget. You looked so, so devastated and DISappointed! It was terrible. Even if it was an innocent situation not going anywhere, I honestly hoped after that I would never see a look like that on your face again. Not because of me, anyway. Do you see what I'm saying? Do you see how the two events work together in my mind?" and I halfway nodded that I did. I wouldn't have ever put those two scenarios in the same thought but he had, and now I saw what he was thinking.
"You see, I knew I loved you before you rescued me and knowing hurt you so badly a few weeks later confirmed that. The point is Josh, I don't know if we would be here today if Mark hadn't sent the pic out, and you rescued me and punched the guy and he chased you down with a car. I know you would have loved to have played the season but would you have sacrificed your feelings for me to play football? I know it sounds selfish, but the thing I can't say to the parents or to Principal Dillard is that I got you out of the deal," he looked up at me then looked back down. Wow, he hit the nerve. That thought had never crossed my mind. Well, maybe it had but I didn't ponder it. Now, I'm seeing it. Perhaps I didn't walk empty handed.
"Ty," I said, "do you think fate interfered in MY plans to make way for US? Is that what you're saying? Because I wouldn't fault you if you were. It's true. I'm only thinking about my jock mentality which he took away from me. I'm not thinking that the days I have spent with you since then have been some of my best. Realy, my BEST!" I said. He smiled at me and he knew he was winning over my moodiness. He put his hand on my leg and I was about to my hand over his, when, not paying attention to what was going around us, we were startled by an old lady walking her little dog.
"Excuse me," she coughed out in a gruff voice. "Aren't you Jason Warner?" she asked.
I stood, "Well, I'm Josh Warner," I said chuckling at the name.
"I recognized you because I know Tyson! How are you doing son?" she asked. The little dog came over and sniffed my leg.
"I'm fine Ms. Ruth," he said. "Haven't seen you out in a long time," he said.
"I usually walk Frisky about this time before it gets dark out. You've grown since I saw you last," she said, implying he was just a little boy not too long ago. "I think about your mother sometimes, Tyson, and now I see you look so much like her," and she smiled at him. "Mr. Warner, I got a letter saying you could help with some decorations. I have a couple of wreaths I need to get up and I can't get on a ladder. It's just first floor windows, could you swing it?" she asked, smiling like she was being "older lady" sexy. I cracked up at her hand on the hip.
"Yes ma'am, I probably can. Where is your house?" I asked.
"Two blocks up and on the left. The long house with tall windows. I"ll be home in ten minutes," she said. I told her that was fine. I would walk up there in just a few minutes. She stepped forward and touched Ty's cheek. "You tell your daddy I said hello and I'm glad everything worked out for you two. He's a good man and you are precious!" she said. Her little dog just wanted to play. They walked off as Ty and I just stood there.
"You didn't see that coming, did you?" he asked, tickling my ribcage.
"Stop!" I said, trying to get away from his public harassment. "Hey Ty, you won me over all over again. I was glad it was me that got to come to your rescue and I would do it everyday if I had too," I said, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. Fuck that hot, doing that in public! I don't think any of the kids kicking the soccer ball paid any attention. "And I don't, but I'm still thinking about Saturday night," I said, whispering in his ear. "Why was that so hot?" I asked.
"I came in the shower this morning thinking about it," he admitted with laughter.
"That's why there was no fucking hot water!" I snapped at him and I got a finger into his ribcage. His eyes shot open and he took off for home. He hated to be tickled. I walked on up to Mrs. Ruth's house waited for her. The project took less than thirty minutes and I got $60 out of it. "Not bad," I thought. Mrs. Ruth asked if she could reserve me in advance to take down her things after New Year. Told me to name my price. She didn't have the patience for dealing with clean up. That's what I was hoping for from this gig. Clean up was everybody's bitch!
When I got home, mom had supper almost ready. Dad was watching some news.
"Ty said you got a job while y'all were walking," mom said. "That's not a bad deal," she said, handing Ty the plates.
"Yeah, I know what you're snooping for mom," I said laughing. "Yes Ty got the job done. He talked me off the ledge," I admitted.
"I wasn't thinking that at all," said mom.
"Yes you were Karen," said Dad. "We were both wondering about it," he said. Ty laughed that Dad gave her up so quickly.
So I hear on tv that make up sex is awesome. I wouldn't know really because Ty and I have fought hard enough for make up sex to be necessary. But post-pity-party sex? Now that I can relate to! It was dark in the house and it was raining. It was actually a little cold in the house. I got up in the dark and walked through the bathroom door.
Ty nearly scared me to death when he said, "What have you been waiting for?"
"You scared me," I said, chuckling at how funny that was. "I thought you would be asleep."
"Oh no babe, I knew tonight was going to be a thing for you, after the last few days." He flipped the covers off to allow me to scoot in.
"Am I that predictable?"
"Yep,"
"Let me see if this is predictable," I said, flipping him over and diving into his ass crack with my tongue. I hadn't gotten his ass out of my mind since Saturday night. He smelled and tasted musky, just a little sweaty.
"Oh God," Ty whimpered. "Didn't expect that!" he hissed, lifting his ass to give me better access. I ate and licked and tongued until he was soaking wet. I spread his cheeks with one hand while grasping his hard cock underneath him. I was pretty sure I had gotten him good and ready. I entered him, as he lay flat on his tummy. He arched back to give his butt some lift for me. I plunged and held, plunged and held. I pulled him back so I thrust while on my knees. Gasps of air escaped his mouth. Honestly, I did everything I could to recreate Saturday night. I asked if I could marry his pussy. I begged him to whimper "I do!" and he did. He rolled onto his side so he could stroke himself. He was really turned on! The problem was, so was I. Without much warning my moment came faster than I had hoped and I came inside him with a powerful blast. He rolled onto his back, leveling me onto mine. He blew a great load all over himself.
I broke out into laughter as we lay there, getting our senses back.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"I tried so hard to recreate that night that I couldn't last," I said. "It's just funny, that's all."
The trial of Donald Cox lasted just over two days. Testimony was simple. They didn't mount much of a defense except to say he had been under the influence of alcohol which couldn't be proven. He was sentenced to two years in jail and psychological treatment for drug and alcohol dependency. Bill told me to mark that chapter of our lives as "over." The one thing that stuck with me was that, while out there on the ballfield, acting like a big shot, Cox, or Mooch, rather, looked so mean and tough. Sitting there in that courtroom, he looked like a regular kid, just a little pitiful and without any emotion.
The next chapter starts the first day of Christmas Break, otherwise known as Debauchery Day by Ty and Tristan. I have been warned that with bourbon and pineapple juice, anything might happen and I might be convinced to do just about anything. I was excited to say the least. I hope you will be too!
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