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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 6
So the morning came and I heard Ty finish his shower. I went in after him. He ran his finger down the center of my chest and said, "good morning sweetie," with a devilish grin. I was glad he was in a good mood. The trauma of the day before had subsided. I showered and dressed and came out of my room. I met Ty in the hall and he was wearing a blue blazer, a white button down and khakis.
"You wearing that?" I asked in surprise. I was wearing a polo and jeans.
"Well, it's a meeting with the principal. I just thought it was appropriate," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"I don't have a blazer," I admitted.
"We need to bring that up to Dad," he said. "There are Christmas things we do and you might need one. He'll hook you up," he said and he headed down the stairs.
We had a bite of breakfast and Mom said for us to hold back. We would not go to school before the meeting. Unless Bill objected, she was going to send us home for the rest of the day just to keep the chatter down and give everyone time to process what would come from the meeting.
At 8:30 we headed out as a family to the school. The principal's secretary ushered us into Principal Dillard's office. Wow, this was not like our principal's office where I came from. This guy was a big deal. The office was nice. Had its own conference table. I guess a meeting in here was significant.
He asked for the walkthrough and Tyson took him through it. I picked up the story like the night before where I came in. I admitted to punching the guy twice. Mr. Dillard asked if he was conscious and so on when I left. I told them both were alive and well and the other had run away. Dillard asked to see the pic in question. I showed him my phone. He shook his head.
"Mr. Breck," he said addressing Ty, "I am sorry you had to endure this. It gives me some relief that it appears no one from Brumfield was responsible for such an event. That being said, we don't have any leverage against a nonstudent, especially one that remains unidentified. Gentlemen, thank you for sharing your involvement in all of this and I hope this marks the end of it. If you two will step out and wait in the reception area, I would like to talk to your parents. As Ty and I got up, Principal Dillard stood and shook our hands. We left.
When our parents came out, they escorted us back to the car. Ty asked what the principal said after left.
"Well, he agrees that a police report should be filed and they are going to do that today. In case any complaints are received from the perpetrator, he wants to be ahead of the curve."
"What did you say to that?"
"I told him we could appreciate the need to check all the boxes in completing their due diligence' however, if there are any repercussions attached to Josh for stepping in on your behalf, well, my response would be swift and specific."
I looked at Ty and he looked and raised his eyebrows. We figured that meant Bill was ready to kick some ass. They dropped us off at home and told us to stay put. Make sure our homework was completed and stay off the chats and texts. They didn't want anything being stirred up about this today. In other words, let it die.
The parents left and drove on to work. I went upstairs and changed into a tshirt and jeans and went back downstairs and turned the tv on. Ty came down in tight sweatpants and a hoodie. He plopped down on the sofa by me.
We started on each other at the same time. I stopped him and said, "Ty, let me tell you first, that what we did last night was the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I felt like I was electric all night."
"Me too! It was like being in bed with my lover. A real lover. I mean, at our age, it's not like we should have felt that before, you know?"
"Oh I know," and I leaned into him and pushed myself over him and he fell back on the couch and I laid down on top of him. I kissed him. We kissed really deep and hard. I could feel his hardness between us. Mine was certainly not being shy. I wanted him so bad. I didn't know what we could do and get away with but this was going to be a strange day being on our own all day.
"Have you been with a guy before?" Ty asked. I had to be honest with him and told him just once. He didn't ask who with. I think he already knew from something I said a few nights ago.
"How about you?" I asked, "even though I think I already know."
"What do you mean by that?"
I was trapped. I didn't want to tell him I sniffed his ass. I would look like a real perv. "Well, you came home one night and you smelled like sex," I told him. I was smiling like it was a little funny.
"Smelled? What does that mean? You could tell I had sex?"
"Well yes and I guess that's your answer." He pushed me off and sat up. He took my hand and started playing with my fingers. It was affectionate but I believed it was to soften the blow.
"Who was it?" I asked. "Was it anyone I know?"
"No. It's no one you know," he said.
"Someone at another school," I suggested.
"Kind of."
"Come on, Ty, stop dancing around. I need to know what you've been up to. I am seriously about to tell you to dump him and I want to know how experienced you are. I paused, looked at him seriously, and said, "I'm not going to be mad. I promise."
"I am dating a college boy," he said.
"A college boy?" I screamed. "What the fuck do you mean a college boy?" So much for promises. He leaned back to let the yell get past him.
"You don't have any reason to be mad. I have been doing this since before you came along."
He went on to explain that he was hanging out over by the university and it was after his mother had passed. He was angry and frustrated and the kids at school didn't get it. He met a college freshman and they fucked one night. He said it was really a one time thing but then he met another guy and they hooked up and had been hooking up since then. He said he didn't feel for the guy the same as he felt for me but that the guy had been good to him and he needed to let him gently. I was fuming but I didn't want to show it.
I asked him about whether he thought it was out of whack to be fucking somone older. He countered with how was it different than he and I fucking. We are our age. After you've done it once, you can do it with anyone.
"You are going to end this, right? It's you and me from now on? I asked.
"Yes Josh. It's you and me. I will see the college guy Friday night while you are at the game. I will break up with him. Hopefully he will take it well." I just shook my head. I was having a hard time processing this guy, MY GUY, being fucked by some college guy, well any guy.
"You don't like it do you?" he asked. "Your face is red," he said laughing, pinching my cheek.
"No I don't to be honest. But I understand you had a life before I came along and I dragged my feet for months not being honest with you. That's on me."
"I'm glad you did, too," he said. "If you had rushed me I might have thought you just wanted the gay boy to service you and I wouldn't have developed my own feelings. I am very selective, Josh. Ain't nobody taking advantage of this booty until I'M ready,:" he said, lifting his butt off the couch. I placed my hand on it and felt his soft, meaty ass and it felt so wonderful. I was pretty sure the next time I put my nose in there, it would be clean of any other guy and it would be scent left behind. I was very sure.
I pushed him forward and he yelled, "Hey stop that!" then we were on the floor and it was wrestling. It was so fun and innocent but it was a turn on too. It was like getting to know someone physically. I could tell how his body turned and flexed. He could feel my strength and I could tell he liked his arms around my narrow waist. He dug his crisp nails into my back muscles. I wanted to touch his face and his hair. It was like we were showing each other what we liked. Then we stopped. I got up off the floor and lifted him up. I brought him into my arms and while we kissed, I dropped his sweats to reveal his perfect, straight up cock. It was a bit smaller than mine but was nice. I then dropped my jeans and we could touch each other. He went down and took me into his mouth. I never thought I would witness anything so sexy. His lips were perfect. I went down and took him into my mouth. It was only my second time but I knew what to do. It was instinct. I guess its proof being gay is real. It drives your skills, so to speak.
We took turns doing this, until I turned him around and in one sweep I put my tongue in his crack and glazed over his hole. I almost came. I had neer imagined that I would actually do that but it was worth it. His moan that followed told me it was worth it for him too.
He took my hand and we started upstairs, except for the clothes we shed. We grabbed those up in case someone came home. He led me to my room and we climbed into bed. "I want us to act like lovers," he said as he climbed.
"We are, aren't we?" I said. He laughed. "Kind of fits doesn't it?"
I climbed in with him and the cool silky sheets felt good against our bodies. I climbed on top of him and he spread his legs. This is what that felt like? Oh I was going to like this when the time came. He pushed me over and climbed on top of me. He rubbed himself on my cock. I almost came again. He remained still and kissed me until the moment passed. I rolled him onto his side and got behind him. We tried all the positions and after being edged for what seemed like forever, I looked down at my cock sliding between his cheeks, using his crack like a sheath. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed one more good time and shot my cum up his back and a bit pooled in the small of his back. I was breathing so heavily.
"Oh damn, Ty. I made a mess on you. I came all over your beautiful skin," I told him.
"I can feel it," he said. I got up and got a towel to clean him off. I laid down beside him and pushed him onto his back. I attacked his mouth with mine and in a few short strokes, he was cumming all over himself. I cleaned him off again and climbed under the covers with him. We slept for a while. We got up around three and went back downstairs. We did one more short round of our exploration on the family room floor and all was clean and tidy before the parents came home. Ty took mushrooms out of the fridge and hollowed them and cut them. He pulled out a box of pasta and sauce. We chopped up the red and green peppers mom had stored in the fridge. He chopped up the lettuce, onions, tomatoes, and radishes. He was going to surprise the parents with dinner. I have to say he was magical in the kitchen. I ran over to school for football practice while he prepared. I was exhausted when I got back. Obviously, the afternoon had taken its toll on me. The thoughts of college boy were distracting me from the memories of the afternoon.
The parents noticed our closeness but that's all we let them see. This would be our life, so I guessed for a long time. I had lived this long in the closet. I'm sure I could make it a few more months.
Bill confirmed that a police report had been filed but the police did not have much hope of finding the guy who caused the chaos. No real name and only a nickname of Mooch didn't give them much to go on. We didn't hear more of him and returned to school on Thursday. Friday was an away game so only a half day of school. I told Ty I would need rest the night before. He stayed out of my room so I could sleep. And Friday came.
We headed out of town on the bus. Ty was going to see college boy and I prayed to all the Gods that would listen for him not to do it with that guy even one last time. In fact, I had to make a conscious effort to keep it at bay during the game. The game was well attended by the locals. Our stands were thin as usual. Richman High School had a nice field but the team was young. They had lost seniors from the year before and didn't get many in this round. They were spunky and played us several times with some good plays. When you look through the helmets and see boyish faces, you almost wish you could give it to them. It's hard to want to hit a young team with a smashing victory but in this case, they made us earn several of our touchdowns. I laughed several times at some of the surprising efforts. In the end, we did win but it wasn't as "assured" as Bryce had predicted.
The bus ride back home was long and quiet. I thought about how a win away from home just didn't carry the same fanfare as the wins at home. Of course, we would have to face the crushers of Morris County again, and it would be on their home turf. Coach was already talking to me about a new strategy. The previous one would be useless against them. I knew that to be true but my brain was completely occupied with my new life, my secret life. Everything led back to Tyson. What was he doing? Where was he? I got my answer a little after 11 when the text came in saying, "mission accomplished...home with TG. That meant he was back at the house and Tristan was with him. That made me very happy.
We unloaded the bus and changed out of our uniforms. The team was quiet as I knew they were tired. Bryce and John gave me their usual high fives. "No shower tonight?" Bryce asked, trying to get me wound up. "No go tonight, man. I'm tired after this week," I told him.
We had previously discussed the Tyson attack. Bryce said that if he had been with me that afternoon, that poor shithead would have felt a double pounding. I told him it wouldn't have done any good. The boy could run off to his rat hole and stay there. He would be showing his bruised face and fat lip anymore.
As most everyone had gone, Bryce and I had a short meeting with the coach about next week's practice agenda and we left. Bryce left his usual way heading to the smaller lot around the side of the building. I was heading for my car when, I think I heard it, I heard what sounded like an airplane. Lights shone around me creating a shadow across the parking lot. I turned around, and well, it's hard for me to describe. I saw the lights and the car, it was coming fast. All that I had to my left was a stack of old metal trash cans. About the time I jumped, I felt the car hit my leg but I wasn't sure how hard. My jump was leading me to the left where, as I turned in the air, my right side crashed into the trash cans. The empty ones toppled over on me and the ones that were full, and stacked on top of the empty ones (someone will have to explain this later) came crashing down on me, one hitting my head really hard. All I could hear was the loud engine fading away, and the crashing of metal. I could smell metal. I tasted metal. I heard Byce yell something and that was the last I remember.