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So you can guess what the next week was like. Yes, we did it. We did it when we could and where we could and I wasn't sure what was worse; the need to be touched by him or the need to touch him. It was like the first experience I had ever had NOT jerking off everyday. I had no need to touch myself. None, at all. I wondered if my straight friends had ever felt anything so intense. I mean, they talk about "getting a piece" and "getting laid" and what not but this was not anything like that. Sex was like a transfer of my feelings to Ty. Well, that wasn't all that happened in the following week.
First, there was the television interview with WRIC. While I had rejected their first invitation to be interviewed, now that Cox had been arrested, I felt it was time to give it up. Bill prepared me, so that we didn't mess up the judicial process and allow the defense to move his trial to another district for fairness. I also read up on a couple of articles about bullying so that I had some psycho crap under my belt. The reporter, Gina Fielding, came to our house. Mom and Dad had me propped up in the living room in one of the high back chairs. My foot was resting on a footstool. It was comfortable enough. Gina took a seat on the end of white sofa and made herself at home. Make up had come and dashed my face with some color so I wouldn't look washed out. Ty asked what brand it was so he could make sure I got a fresh application everyday. Ok, so Gina enjoyed that little humor and it lightened the mood.
The interview went well. My nerves were paddling like hell underneath. She asked me for a replay of the events and I said I didn't want to go through that, except to say, my stepbrother had been assaulted on the baseball field and I was fortunate to catch them and interrupt the scene. Then, the way the car came at me in the dark after the game, well, it was just good fortune that I could mostly jump out of the way and save myself to some degree..
She asked about the loss of a football season and I told her that was a huge pain to me. I had worked so hard over the past few years and developed strong plays which I had hoped would benefit my home team and, then after my mom's marriage and relocation, would benefit my new team, which it had. It was a big loss for me to not be actively engaged in my sport.
She asked what I thought the cause of the bullying was from and what could be done to stop it. I told her based on my research that bullying either starts when someone is trying not to be bullied himself, perhaps he has been bullied and is passing the buck or feels the need to dominate someone who appears to be an easy target. Or, the culprit comes from a family where bullying is a way of life. He is either spoiled and entitled or has parents who bully their way through life. Either way, I didn't think there was a cure for this. What's important is that the "bullied" come forward. Stand their ground until someone listens or until the justice system or school or whatever can take action. Waiting till after the event or until someone gets hurt is too late. She asked why I had such a strong position on the topic? Being a jock, didn't I ever bully anyone.
"Um, Gina, I mean, Ms. Fielding, my mom wouldn't have put up with me mistreating people like that. And it's not in my nature. Yes, I'm physically strong but that doesn't mean I go around picking on kids. I wouldn't get much enjoyment out of it. And if I had caught any of my teammates doing that, I would have been very direct with them." She nodded in approval.
She asked me if I had any idea about the mindset of someone who was willing to do something so terrible. I asked her which she thought was more interesting; the guy who was willing to "pull the trigger", no pun intended, or the guy who had just done so. I clarified, what does it take to actually act on violence even though we had all thought about it. I mean, I think there is something that makes us hold back and move on. And what about the guy who has just done it? Does he think "Yeah I did it!" or does he think, "what the hell did I just do? I just wrecked my life!" Mrs. Fielding shuddered a bit for the camera and indicated I had brought up some very thought provoking questions. I think she was contemplating how to turn it into some special sometime later. I reminded her that the traumatic effects are ongoing to someone who has been bullied. They don't forget. Perhaps it causes them to be less trusting, or maybe they hold back in ways that prevent them from doing what they likeand I reiterated that waiting until after is just too late.
Based on her last question, I told her that I did not regret for a second what I had done. Pulling an innocent victim, namely my step brother, from the clutches of a bully was an immediate response and given the same circumstances, I would do the same tomorrow. She grinned and thanked me for sharing my story with the community. She talked quietly with Mom and Dad while the cameramen cleaned up their equipment. She said it was an impressive interview, and she was glad we waited. It was apparent I was in a strong frame of mind and communicated very well. So, there's that. A noble performance.
On Wednesday afternoon, Ty came home right after school and through our own negligence, sort of got "caught!". It was the only day he did not have chorus or tennis. We went straight to it. We fucked on his bed. I just can't get enough of his compact little ass, with its smooth fleshy skin, almost pillowy. You know that there was a time I would not have considered sticking my tongue in a guy's asscrack and now I longed for it. I'm laughing at this because I am now an ass junkie! I licked and he moaned. I licked again and he kept moaning. "Put it in, Josh!" he demanded. "Please!" I took him from behind it was amazing. I pushed him down and laid on top of him as I slowly flexed in and out. I came on him and he came on me. When we had cleaned up we went outside because it was sunny and very cool. I laid down on a lawn chair and he laid down between legs, propping his head against my chest. He showed me some pics from his phone and some funny videos on youtube and wouldn't you know? We fell asleep.
I guess mom came home a little after 5 and found us on the lawn chair completely knocked out.
"Hey boys, time to get up!" she said as she walked over to us. I jumped thinking it was time to get up for school. It must have looked very suspicious to her, I mean, one boy laying against another in a lawn chair?
"What are y'all going?" she asked. Ty got up and shook himself back together.
"We were watching some videos and I guess we fell asleep," he told her. I hobbled myself out of the chair as I had left the crutch inside. I was basically walking without it now. This cast was coming off next week and not soon enough.
"You too are so cute. Joined at the hip, these days!" she said, having no fucking clue that she was describing us more closely than she realized. We walked into the kitchen through the back door.
"What's for dinner?" Ty asked.
"Halibut with cajun seasoning, rice, and green beans," replied mom. "Would you get the rice started for me, hon?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," he said. Not prompting anymore discussion about our outdoor situation, I went into the family room and turned on the tv. The local news was on. My interview would be featured Thursday evening. For some reason, everyone was happiest when I was not interrupting things in the kitchen. Later, after dinner, Ty and I would get a good laugh at thinking what went through mom's mind when she found asleep together on the lawn chair. She didn't say anything to Bill that we were aware of. We added two things to mind; first, that's how easy we can get caught, and second, we should not overreact to catches like that as they may help ease the blow if ever we get "really" caught. The thought terrifies me quite a lot, actually.
On Thursday, Mom came home early. Ok, that could have been another chance for her to catch us. Ty had tennis after school so no harm done. It was strange for her to leave work early. I heard her come in through the kitchen and she trounced up the stairs and stuck her head in.
"Hey Josh, I'm home early."
"Yep, I can see that."
"Lets go for a walk. It's beautiful outside," she said with excitement.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Get up, put your shoes on."
"Mom? The leg?"
"Good Lord, Joshua, you can do anything you want. Put your "shoe" on and let's go!"
We headed out the door in the direction of Willowby Park. I had only been up there a couple of times. Never really had the time to go hang out in parks. It was nice out, though. Mom's hair blew in the breeze. So did mine I think. I needed a haircut badly.
We entered the parks and walked through the grass, mom was making small talk. She found a quiet place in the grass and took a seat. Ok, so it was kind of a different scene seeing my mom lounging in the grass. Some girls came by from school and waved to me.
"Hey Josh!" one girl exclaimed as they approached us.
"Hey Julie. Hey Marsh. This is my mom," I said, drawing their attention down to my mom.
"Hey Mrs. Breck. It's so good to meet you," Julie said.
"Thank you ladies. How are you today?" she asked.
"We're good. We're cutting through the park today. It's so nice out," said Marsh.
"Hey Mrs. Breck, we were wondering, is Josh a total handful to have at home for so long?" asked Julie.
"Why yes he is," said mom. "How ever did you know?" she asked, being coy.
"We just figured. When you coming back?" asked Julie
"Monday," I said. "Ugh!" I barked.
"It'll be ok," she said. "It'll be good seeing you around again," she said. "We have to go, nice meeting you, Mrs. Breck," they said as they waved bye.
I sat in front of my mom in the grass. "What's up mom? What's going on?"
"Just wanted to go over a few minutes with you, Josh. We haven't had a hot minute to catch up lately," she said. "There are a few things going on. Listen, it appears you're having a better week than last?" and I nodded in agreement. "You and Ty are thick as thieves and I know the time at home may have encouraged that. When you get back to school, things may change. I like the closeness, son. Try to keep it strong with him. The house is just amazing with you two so engaged," she said.
"No change, mom. Ty is my best friend. I have him and Tristan in my sights all the time. We are never too far from each other. Understand?" I asked. Her eyes were wide. She was surprised by my strong response.
"That's wonderful, son. We couldn't have asked for better. Now, this weekend is homecoming. First I want to tell you that Coach called us the other day and asked if we could attend the homecoming game tomorrow night. I told him we would."
"Aw Mom, I'm not sure I wanted to do that," I whined.
"Son, I don't have any details but I suspect there is some kind of presentation. You should be ready," and she nodded at me like she wanted to get on board. I nodded back with a blank face. "Now what about the dance?" she asked.
"Well I told you I'm not going. I just can't deal with all that," I said.
"I understand, partially. Are you sure?"
"Mom, I haven't been back to school. I have no idea what is waiting for me when I get back. The dance shouldn't mark my return," I said.
"I get it. I totally understand. It's ok. Ty said he's not going either and when I told him Bill and I have an engagement Saturday night, he said he would be making dinner for you two. If that's ok with you, that's how we'll leave it."
"Fine with me," I said.
"What's your concern about school, Josh? I've heard several references to starting back and there seems to be caution in the air. Do you know something?" she asked inquisitively.
"Ty and Tristan have hinted, but they said they would talk to me this weekend, that there may be some portion of the school who is not happy with the football lineup. Someone apparently made the remark that if I had kept my nose out of it, I would still be the quarterback. They want me to be prepared in case people start saying things like that."
"Oh," she said with a grimace. "Surely they would not be so insensitive, would they?"
"Duh, mom! It's teenagers and football. There will be some assholes!" I said. "The thought of what happens on Monday has made me really nervous."
"I see," said Mom. She rubbed my arm. "You are so strong. You will sort it out, Josh. I trust you." We talked just a bit more but then she changed the subject very abruptly. "There's no easy way to say this, Josh, but your father wants to see you," and she left that in the air.
"Huh?"
"Your father has been keeping up with all of this through his family and he feels he should see you. Now listen, Josh, I know what you're going to say already. All I can say is this: It's your decision. You see, Josh, I partly understand Sam. He made a decision based on his selfishness, not based on you or me. I suspect he regrets not seeing you for so long. He thinks you should feel the same way. It's ok if you don't," and she became quiet, waiting for me.
"Mom, he left. Made no contact. I figured he would show up one day when I was successfully playing college ball and would want season tickets and all that. He would want bragging rights over me. I didn't expect this, though." She laughed.
You are so right. He might have asked for royalties! It's your call."
"When?"
"Probably in a couple of weeks. No sooner," she said.
We walked back home as it was getting close to dinner time. Bill and Ty would come home in time to catch the evening news and see the interview broadcast. I looked good on tv. The haircut would have been helpful, but I thought there was a sort of "hotness" to my unkept look. My mom said the messy hair did not go with my crisp face. Well, there's that, I thought.
Ty slipped into my room after 11 and we rehashed the conversation I had with my mother. He didn't know much about my father so I filled him in on when and why he left. He wanted to be sympathetic and I repeated what he said to me about sympathy. "Show me someone who needs it!" I was way past that. I liked my new life just fine. And I liked having a gorgeous babe piled up in the bed with me. I didn't want to keep him up late because he had to get up early and Friday would be a long day. Using my expert oral skills, I gave him a blow that resulted in a very happy ending. I literally drank from the tap, which is the only way I could take raw cum and he was panting.
He told me that the college guys never ever tried to please him. They just wanted to please themselves. He didn't require me to do that for him but the fact I would made him feel so good. The thought of the college boys angered me, but I think it was clear that my intentions and my feelings for him were way different. He slipped back to his room to get some sleep.
The Friday night football game was a real outing. I felt for the first time how "other people" get their Friday night game off the ground. Parking was a hassle, another obstacle I was not accustomed to. We went in through the gates into the stadium. Ty didn't take his eyes off of me. I knew he wanted to know what I was thinking. Without getting into every aspect of this and that of the game, let me summarize for you. There were a large number of well wishers. Parents and students, especially those who had seen the interview, all wanted to show their support. There were an equal number of blank stares and disregards, I thought.
I looked at Ty and asked, "Crutches aren't bringing any sympathy," I said. "What was that you said about sympathy?" I asked him. Bill interrupted and said, "it falls between shit and syphilis in the dictionary. That's all you need to remember," he said. My mother just gasped. Ty cracked up. "Using that one next week," he said.
The game started strong but the team was dangling in the 2nd quarter. The papers were right. The quarterback lacked focus. Defense was keeping the game afloat. Ty and I went to get hotdogs when Principal Dillard sent word that I should make way down to the field. "Oh damn," I said to Ty. He chuckled but I didn't think it was funny. He went to get the parents and we worked our way down past the guards and onto the track. As the 2nd quarter wrapped up, the game went into halftime. The marching band played one of their numbers while the homecoming attendants got in line at the other end of the field. They processed out onto the field and took their places with their respective dates, dads escorting their daughters and all the required pageantry. After the homecoming court was announced, I was so glad to see that Homecoming Queen honor went to Lakeisha Monroe and the Homecoming King was Bryce Chatley, just as it should have been, the marching band played their big number and everyone marched around showing off their dresses and stuff. That could have been me and I was sort of glad it was not. Then the coach took the stand and spoke into the mike, "May I have your attention please?" and he waited for everyone to settle down.
"Tonight, I have the honor of recognizing a player, no, a leader, who, in a short time, made his talent known to us only to have it yanked away so needlessly! I have coached football for almost 10 years and it's a real blessing when you come across a player with true drive and determination. While I am lucky to have an amazing team that has earned every success, we had a quarterback who stepped in at the last minute, and was prepared to blaze his way through a great season. I know you all were thrilled to see the "RAT", the "right arm talent" lead us to a hard earned victory against one of our toughest rivals. Joshua Warner, would you please come forward?" and the coach motioned for me and smiled.
I was glad to have the crutch because, all of a sudden, I could barely walk. I hobbled toward him. I think Ty wanted to help me up but I motioned for him to stay put. Bryce Chatley stepped up to the mike and the coach took a step back. I faced sideways, only looking at Bryce. He was smiling and showing all teeth and was holding something covered by a white cloth. That jerk WINKED at me.
Ladies and gentlemen, Josh Warner had four amazing games with the colonels and I can't say we could have had it any better. Josh brought sophistication to our plays, to our strategy, to our team building. Even as a newcomer, he didn't take no for an answer. He didn't accept any pushback. He pushed us when we lagged and we were stronger for it! Tonight, the team would like to present him with the ball," and everyone started cheering, "yes, that's right! The football that carried us through to victory against that Morris County mountain!" and he uncovered the mounted football, signed by everyone on the team. The crowd roared. My face burned with red, my chest felt like it was full of water.
I took the football mount and held it up for everyone to see. I looked over at the family, my mom was standing there with her hand over her mouth. Bill gave me a salute. Ty stood firm in his spot. Bryce pulled me over to the mic.
"Thank you Bryce. This is really special. Thank you coach, for this honor. I can't undo those things that have prevented me from moving forward with you as your quarterback, but as I told you all back there in the locker room, and I meant it everytime, it was a pleasure to play with you and to serve with you out here on the field! Thank you for giving me the chance!" and Bryce grabbed my shoulder and gave me a half hug, not wanting me to drop the mounted football. I turned around and nodded to the team.
Everyone was cheering. I gave a short bow to the stadium and eased off the stand. One of the cheerleaders passed me my crutch and I headed back toward the family. Ty came running forward to take the football mount so I could walk more easily. When I reached my family, I felt exhausted and was teetering on some kind of emotion. I could barely lift my head. My mother came to me and hugged me. Bill came and put his hand on my shoulder and we exited the field. The crowd was cheering for the marching band production and I was glad to be out of the spotlight. I opted to not stay for the rest of the game and my family was ok with that. They didn't pry or press me about how I felt that night. I couldn't have answered them if they had.. The team won, as expected, since it was Homecoming but by a narrow margin. In fact, it was yet another "close call." I know the coach was chomping at the bit.
Ty spent some time with me that night in my room and we just sort of laid there with the tv on. I didn't have much to say and he didn't bug me about it. I liked that about him. He seemed to read my moods so well.
The next day, the family proceeded in a normal fashion. Bill asked me to come out with him to run errands. Ty was playing tennis at the club. Bill first took me to his barber who gave me a much needed haircut. I had been before but the gentlemen in the place knew of me and my plight and were very cool. They laughed loudly at their jokes and referred to the barber as Floyd, referencing the barber from the Andy Griffith Show, I guessed. Then Bill took me to the men's shop where I got fitted for a blue blazer and some dress pants. Ty had mentioned to him earlier that I didn't have any dress clothes. "We'll take care of that," Bill said. It was, again, a gentleman's moment. I had an actual tailor fitting me with my arms outstretched, waist measurements, leg length, the whole nine yards! He had a time with the cast but just decided to equal out the pants on each side. I got a couple of ties, one was a preppy stripe and the other had dots. I found a respect for Bill's rhythms. He traveled in respectable circles. Everyone knew him wherever we went. He never exerted any undo influence and always had a quick wit.
Most of our talk was small talk, him telling me the history of each place we went. The families who started those businesses were still running the businesses. At one point, he did mention my mood swings, not in a critical way.
"Josh, I can't begin to know how all this feels. I thought you were handling things, well, all too well really and I was prepared to accept that you were a superman. However, I have witnessed your `peaks and valleys' so to speak and I'm prepared to accept that even more. There may be some more of that to come and I want you to know, we're not here to be your punching bags. We're here to take care of you and anything you need." He looked at me seriously and said, "please, tell us what you need before we push you too hard. Deal?" he said.
"Look Dad, I'm real sorry about my outburst last week, if that's what you're referring to. That was a strange night for me and, well,..." he interrupted me.
"That's only a mention, son, I didn't take offense to you at all. I was taken back by the suddenness of your response but after I thought about it, it did seem as though I had inspected the property like a forensic specialist!" and he laughed out loud. So did I. "You already know I have a keen eye for the detail and I notice little things like that. I will pull up on that a little. I don't distrust you in the slightest. A dining room chair means nothing in the grand scheme of things, you know?" He started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Well, I just sat in the dining room for a few minutes as part of my wandering that night. That's all," I told him.
"I get that. Sometimes a different view gives us a new perspective. I did much of the same after Melinda passed. I sat in the living room more times than I ever had just because the room felt fresh, and had a clean scent to it." He nodded to me as if I were on the same page. "You take advantage of the home any way you feel gives you comfort," he added. "I'm not charging you for the hits to my Maker's Mark, by the way!" and I screamed with laughter about that.
"Hit the spot, Dad. It really did," and he was laughing with me.
"I will let you sample the Woodford Reserve, sometime. If you're destined to be a whiskey connoisseur you need to learn the subtle differences!" By now we were laughing so hard I thought he was going to bump into the car in front of us. You had to like him. If he were your lawyer, you would feel like he had every situation completely under control..
"Thanks for the jacket, by the way. It will be nice to have for the holidays. Ty has warned me there are, um, obligations," I said.
"Yes," he said in a low tone indicating that this was no joke.
By the time we returned home, it was mid afternoon. Mom was lounging on the sofa. I know she was napping which I was glad for. She doesn't get a lot of down time. There was food laid out on the counter.
"You're not going to cook are you Mom? Didn't you say Ty wanted to cook something?" I asked. She came off the couch.
"Oh yes, Ty said he wanted you to have a terrific evening. He has it all planned out, son. I suggest you follow his plan and not complain, ok? He's upstairs with Tristan," she said and excused herself to go upstairs. The next time we have one of those mother-son talks, I want to get her perspective on having such a busy social calendar. It was nothing like this back home.
"I'm right behind you, dear," said Bill as he trooped up the stairs behind her. I eased up and stood outside Ty's bedroom door so I could listen in on them.
"Really?" said Tristan with some flair.
"Oh yes," said Ty. "It's hard to describe!" he added.
I burst through the door with a "ROAR!" and they both jumped like scared rabbits. Tristan draped his hand over his heart and Ty drew backwards. Ok, that was very funny.
"Ass!" yelled Ty.
"You are so stupid!" exclaimed Tristan. I walked over to them on the bed and crashed in between them.
"How was the father-son day?" asked Ty.
"It was good. Bill is really cool," I said as I nodded agreement with my own statement. "I got a hot blazer and I have to say, I'm going to get looks. A lot of looks," I added for emphasis.
"Hmmm!" mumbled Ty.
"I bet," said Tristan. Ty gave him the raised eyebrow. I sauntered out of the room having left my mark and went to my room. There was a black long sleeve shirt and my dark grey pants were laid out on my bed. My black belt and shoes were also laid out. I hadn't worn that belt in a long time. I wasn't sure it still fit. I stood there wondering why these clothes were pulled out. Did he want me to wear these to church tomorrow? I didn't think we would be going with the parents out late tonight.
Tristan came in. "That was nice last night, Josh, what the team did. Did you think so?" he asked.
"It was nice. They were very thoughtful," I said. "What's all this?" I asked, pointing to the clothes. "Are you staying with us tonight?" I added.
"Oh no, I'm going to that dreadful dance with a couple of girls," he said. "Ty is making a homecoming dance for the two of you tonight," and he winked at me. "He wants it to be super special. Spectacular!" and he gave a hand wave over his head.
"Seriously?" I asked. I was about to poke fun but thought better of it. I mean, this is someone's soft spot. To put it down would spell disaster. I bit my lower lip in thought and decided, this might be an amazing night. I nodded at Tristan showing I understood.
He came over to me and put one arm around my waist and whispered, "Ty is so lucky he has someone like you to do things like this for. I want the same but it's so hard to find. You know?" he said.
"First, I'm the lucky one. Second, you will...Supercutie," and he gave me the "dancing eyes" look which I loved.
"Tristan! What is going on in here?" snapped Ty. It jolted us.
"I was giving him warning about your plans," and he turned to Ty. "Settle down Eunice!" he snapped back. Ok, that was very funny. Tristan and Ty left through the bathroom.
I thought it best to take a short nap. I set my phone alarm for 5:30 pm. I presume Ty would want me pressed and dressed for his homecoming dance.
A lot happened in this chapter. Let me know if you have thoughts or questions.
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