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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 14
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to barge in," Ty said as he backed into the hallway. Bryce got up and said it was ok to come in. He was about to leave. It was past his curfew. Ty came in.
"Are you ok, Josh?" he asked.
"Yeah, just having one of my fucking moments. You ok? Your car get home safe?"
"Oh yeah, Jackson drove it. He's clean now. Has been for a year. It was nice of him to offer. I had a few beers and they wouldn't let me drive," Ty said.
"That's cool," said Bryce. "That's a rough bunch. Glad you like them."
"Sorry you all didn't like that party. It had a different flavor for sure," said Ty.
"All good. Lisa had a party and we really needed to make an appearance," said Bryce.
"Well thanks for getting Tristan home. I knew he wasn't having a great time out there."
"He's our boy," said Bryce. He tapped me on the shoulder and gave Ty a hug and started out into the hall. I followed and asked if he wanted me to drive him home. He said he could walk since it's only a few streets over.
"You could get nabbed, buddy. Might take us days to find you!" I whispered. He laughed. "Not me brother, and not on these quiet streets." I followed him down and let him out. After locking up, I returned upstairs to find Ty sitting on my bed.
"Hey Josh, I'm sorry about that. I'm really sorry," he repeated.
"For what? It's no big deal. You didn't know Bryce was here."
"No, not that. I'm sorry I wasn't here. The state you were in, Josh, I should have been the one. It should have been me."
"I don't understand," I said, taking a seat beside him.
"Josh, you're very private and whatever came over you, well, you dropped it on Bryce. I should have been for you," and he looked down and flicked his fingernail.
"Aw Ty, it's ok. Bryce stepped up as a friend and I will cherish that moment. He was totally awesome. Amazing. We really bonded," I said, lifting his face toward mine. "I appreciate your sentiment, though. It's really sweet you still think you're my caregiver," I said with a light chuckle.
"I'm not your caregiver, silly! But I care about you. This thing, where we're apart, it's made me feel like crap. Josh, I'm supposed to be the one you turn to. I'm supposed to be your guy. I am so sorry," he said again.
"Stop repeating yourself, Ty. Whatever we've done, we've done together. My pride has gotten in the way and I'm sorry too. I was so quick to judge, to dismiss. It was immature. It was selfish. I wanted to punish someone for all my grief. I wanted you to hurt me so I could get angry. Well, I don't need to be angry and certainly not at you. I don't want to run you off!"
"You can't. We live together, remember?" he said and I laughed.
"True! Good point," I said. I pulled him close to me and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"You looked good tonight, babe. When I walked into that party, my laser vision directed me straight to you. And you know I love it when you "let your hair down," so to speak," and tugged at his drooped bangs and he laughed.
"Thanks. It was fun with Jordan but I thought about you the whole time. Josh, what do we have to do to get things back in order?"
"Just tell me that's what you want but I have to ask you the same question," I admitted.
He stood, and struck some formal looking pose, and decreed, "I do hereby decree that Joshua Preston Warner and said Tyson Breck should be joined once again, in mind, body, and soul; should love, comfort and support each other, as in previous days. What saith you?" he commanded, trying to keep a straight face. He must've still been drunk.
I wasn't sure what the appropriate answer was so I said the first thing that came to mind, "I do!" I whispered. We both cracked up. Him and his theatrics! He fell onto my bed again.
"Good, now that is settled. What's up Josh? What was the thing with Bryce?"
"Oh it was a pile up, babe. I was fretting about you but couldn't tell him that. School, my wavering self esteem, just shit. He showed some backbone and I got emotional about it all. He told me that the team refers to me in "quiet reverence," and I don't know, I just got moved.
"Wow, that's cool but I already knew that. You were like a hero to them. You made football come alive. They thought they were stars. I'm glad Bryce told you. You needed to hear that," Ty said.
"Well, it's not all about me. Is it? What about you? By the way, you smell, well, smokey," I said, scrunching my nose.
"I had a couple of cigs at the party. Hope that doesn't make you mad. Sometimes when I drink at a party..."
"Its no biggie," I said. "I may have done the same thing. Did you do anything else? You didn't "party hard", did you?" I asked.
"Oh no! You know I don't like pot. Leaves a bad taste in my mouth and makes me feel sick," he said.
"Me either," I replied. "So what's going on?"
Well this started a lengthy discussion about meeting Ricky Rose, the kid out in the country. Ty told me about how cool he was. He had art stuck to the walls in his house and it was really good. He played classical piano and would have been really good if it hadn't been for his arm. The conversation carried into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth. Then I felt self-conscious and I brushed mine. I came out of the bathroom and he said, "hey take your jacket off. It's not like it's cold in here!"
"Holy mother of God!" I thought to myself. The jacket. The coverup. I was kind of stunned and didn't know what to do. I must have looked very strange because Ty said, "hey, Josh, you ok? You froze up on me!"
"Uh yeah, hold up just a second," and I walked into my closet and unzipped the coat. Tristan's cum had dried into a white streak on the front of my sweater. The coat came off really fast and the sweater came off even faster. I dropped it into the hamper. It was unfortunate that the sweater would have to go missing. The only question that would be asked was, "Whatever happened to that black sweater?" It was evidence. It had DNA. CSI Miami and all that crap! I slipped on a sweatshirt and went ahead and pulled my jeans off and put on sweats. Comfy was the look I was going for now.
Tyson thought nothing of it and went on to talk about how the mystery goes on about Ricky's dreadful fall. I followed him to his room so he could change too. His smokey clothes would be detectable by mom. He would drop his clothes in the bottom of the hamper hoping the cleaning lady got to them before mom did. He said and Ricky really hit it off and he would be visiting more. It was just a shame about the music. Ty had inquired if there wasn't some form of physical therapy that would help him get some use back. Ricky didn't know and the kind of healthcare they could afford wouldn't be much help.
"Why didn't you play the left hand for him while he played his good hand? You could make a duet out of it," I suggested. Ty flipped. He smacked himself on the head and fell back on the bed.
"Oh dammit!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't I think of that? I am a moron! Complete moron!"
"No you're not. You were just caught up in the moment. At least now you have something to go back for. Surprise him. Make him pull out one of his pieces."
He said he really felt for Jordan because it had been a real blow to him. Even though they had been close last year, Jordan never talked to him about it. He dealt with it very personally. Ty compared Jordan Rose to me and said that it appeared athletic leaders must all be introverts. He led me downstairs so we could get some soda. A coke did sound good because my breath was terrorizing me, even having brushed my teeth and I was so thirsty for carbonation.
He popped a can and poured us each a glass. We fell back onto the sofa in the family room. We turned the tv on. I filled him in about my new role on the team. He was happy about that. He said everyone was happy, actually. We just talked about everything.
Finally, we came to the issue that wedged us apart when Ty said he was sorry about the encounter with the college boys. It really wasn't meant to be anything.
"Ty," I said, "I used that as something to get mad at. I don't think you were scoping on college boys, especially not those two limp noodles. But, the thing that got me going was the fact that I didn't know where you were and you weren't responding. That day, in school when you didn't respond and I found you on the baseball field, is still with me. It scared me. That's what got my emotions riled up. But, hey, let's move on, can we?" I asked.
"Well yeah, but Josh, those college boys weren't as innocent as I thought. One of them has texted me a couple of times."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, he wanted to send me pics and asked for some back. I declined. I put him on block so I won't get anything else from him. I knew as soon as I gave him my number I would regret it," he said. "Are you mad?"
"Nope. If you declined him and put him on block then you did the right thing. You don't need to mess with them whether I'm in the picture or not. They're dangerous," I told him.
"It's like the college freshmen haven't learned how to be college boys yet. They still want high school boys. I don't get it. They need to get a move on with campus life," he said thinking it out.
"I agree. I bet that's the problem in a nutshell," I said.
"But it's going on a lot," he said. "Tris and I know a guy named Gabe, he's in 10th grade, you don't know him. He hangs out in the third floor college library bathrooms. He gives head and stuff up there. He hasn't gotten caught yet but we have warned him.
"What! College library bathroom? That's terrible, Ty. What's wrong with him?"
"He's needy. Craves the attention. He can't get it from high school boys so he gets it there. Josh, his dad is a judge. When the shit breaks loose, there is going to be some unraveling, know what I mean?"
"A judge? Holy crap. This world you live in is very different from the world I come from. I would not have imagined these things going on. And with rich kids, to boot!"
Just watching him chatter away, his facial expressions, hand gestures. It was like we were getting to know each other again. It had only been a week!. But hey, we're young. A lot can happen in an hour to a teenager. I stretched out on the couch and he laid down beside me. We talked quietly and tried to finish our drinks sideways. That was funny because he dribbled and it landed on me. Not the first dribble to land on me this evening. Dang!
In my mental recap of all he had told me, I hoped I had done enough to show a changed attitude and listen to what he said rather than judging it. I knew I had stepped over a major line this evening, and while part of me did not regret it at all, the other part of me knew I was sittin on dynamite. One day I would be too old to enjoy the affections of a young beautiful guy like Tristan and I was glad to have had the moment. To admit my actions would have brought about the end to their friendship and erased this one completely. No, bringing up all of that would have been devastating.
Saturday Night Live was still on but would be ending soon. Some new group was performing and they weren't bad. We talked about the tennis matches. I reminded him how crazy it was that he sat his gorgeous ass down on the court. With the judges back to Bryce and me, we couldn't see his face but Ty said that the look on the judge's face was that of someone who could shoot lightning from his fingertips, like the evil emperor from Star Wars. He was damn mad. I bet he was and it made me laugh so hard. I told him that I had that same look during the football practices because getting Mark Reston off his lazy ass and stand up like a quarterback was going to wear me out.
"I knew that already," said Ty. "Everyone has figured the same thing," he said. I forget how all-knowing he is. I mean, Tyson Breck is plugged in better than anyone you will ever meet. When it comes to things going on at school, he is always well informed.
I wasn't even thinking about sex because that was not our mood. We were friends again and I wanted that to be first. But it got later and we became more tired. The conversation slowed, and I could feel his heartbeat next to my chest. I could feel his breath on my neck. And we weren't talking, perhaps just muttering. And then I don't remember anything. Everyone should be able to guess what happened next. When you cuddle up with someone on the couch, in a warm afghan,late in the night, after partying, you fall asleep. And so we did with no alarm system.
I was jolted awake when I heard my mother's voice, "Ty, honey, wake up. Go upstairs and get some sleep. You all were up so late last night," she said calmly. Ty climbed off the couch in a stupor and in his half sleep state, dragged the afghan with him leaving me uncovered. I'm really glad we were clothed and what is this? The weekend of getting caught? First Bryce catches Tristan sucking my cock and now my mom catches Ty and me spooning on the couch? Wow what a day it's going to be!
I climbed off the couch and straightened myself out. It took a minute for my vision to come into focus and I was thinking fast about how to respond to this situation. Pokerface - don't panic or over respond.
"Morning Mom, you're up early," I said groggily.
"I actually got some sleep last night. It was nice having a relaxing evening at home. How was your party?" she asked.
"The first party, not so great. We went to the Buxtehude's and that was more fun. They have a great house," I said.
"I'm sure they do," she responded. "So Josh, it's not everyday I come downstairs and find you two boys cuddled on the couch. I don't want to sound judgemental but, what's up?" she asked.
"I don't remember exactly. We were watching Saturday Night Live and I guess we just fell asleep. I don't think it's a big deal," I said, keeping calm.
"Don't you? Well Josh, you need to be careful," she said, walking back to the kitchen. She was getting coffee going and I followed behind her and took a seat at the island. She reached into the fridge and got some juice and poured me a glass. This was the orange juice with the pineapple mixed in. She knew it was my favorite.
"Careful for what?" I asked.
"Come on Josh, put your thinking cap on," she said. I cracked up.
"You sound like a third grade teacher," I said. She smirked..
"Josh, I am aware of this dynamic between you and Josh. It seems to run hot and cold. It's been chilly the past week or so, I think. If you two are getting along better, then fine. Bill and I have elected to not get too involved on the basis it could've been a lot worse, us all combining a household like we did. But, Josh, I don't want you giving him mixed signals, the kind you might not be able to sustain over time. Do you understand?"
"No."
"You are a really good looking boy, Josh. You are intelligent, funny, athletic, and you have your little introvert thing going on that works for you. It makes you mysterious. I don't know why you don't have a dozen girls pouring over you. It's like you have some force field surrounding you, keeping everyone at bay. Ok, that's fine. But those qualities could be very attractive to a boy like Ty as well. Get my drift?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows like I should understand completely.
"You think that because I'm super hot, Ty might find himself totally attracted to me. Yeah, I get it. It's an astute observation, I told her. "But mom, what makes you think this is all one sided? Perhaps there are things about Ty I find very attractive. Obviously, I didn't grow up with anyone like him but look at him. He's very good looking, he's smart, he's an entrepreneur, he's stylish, athletic, musical, he's polished. I mean come on, mom, he's not just an average guy. I think he's incredible. We bonded! It was either that or we would hate each other." She smiled patronizingly.
"You know mom, we won't have a traditional relationship. First, we are not brothers. We are not related. Second, we didn't grow up together. We met at an older age, its different than if we were younger. I told you before, when he got pushed around, the sight of that angered me to the core and while I feel like I should protect him or shield him, have you noticed how he does the same for me?" She nodded in agreement.
"I certainly have, Josh. I don't want you to get me wrong, I'm not picking at you. You have made some very astute observations as well. You never fail to surprise, Josh," she said quietly.
"Have you noticed the kind of relationships he builds, mom? I'm telling you, he has the whole football team at his beckon call. Those basketball thugs," and her eyebrows shot up, "would break kneecaps for him. He isn't afraid of anyone. I'm telling you mom, he's special. My thinking is that, until you see us thrashing the house, beating each other silly, breaking lamps, and throwing dishes, let us do it our way. Live and let live until it becomes angry and we start trashing the house. What do you think?" She squinted her eyes at me and was considering what I had said.
"I'm here for you, Josh. Whatever you need. I'm here for Ty, too. Understand?"
"I do. And by the way, Bryce said you're hot!" I said, throwing the subject. Enough had been said and I wanted to leave the subject behind. My case had been made.
"What!" she said, really loudly. "Josh, I can't have you boys saying things like that," and she smiled. "Did he really?"
"He said you must have been really fine when you were younger, no offense meant," I confirmed.
"That Bryce is a strapping..." and I put my hand up to stop her.
"Cut it mom. Cut it right there," and she broke up with laughter.
"One way street is it?" she asked.
"I told him his mom was hot so he paid me back," I replied.
"Well Julie Chatley is beautiful. She's the same age as me and looks ten years younger!"
"It's because she never had to work," I said justifying what mom had said.
"You are so right, Josh. That has to be it," and she sipped some coffee. "However, she pumped out two kids while I only pumped out one. That says something as well," she said. Her mood was definitely good, I don't think there was any damage from the situation. She doesn't quite get it, yet though.
"Mom, going upstairs to take a shower. I'll bring Ty down for breakfast ok?" and I paused on the steps and said, '' Mom, I don't want to repeat all that for Bill. Are we good?" I asked.
"Yes, son. I feel good about our conversation. Thank you for opening up to me. I felt like a mom this morning," she said. "And Josh, I used to ask myself all the time, `I wonder what he'll be like when he grows up?' I don't ask that so much anymore. I think I know." I gave her a wink and headed upstairs. Wouldn't you know Ty was standing up there listening to every word. He grabbed me by my sweatshirt and dragged me into his room.
"Jesus Josh! Whew! You were amazing. You could talk a starving man out his last piece of bread!" he exclaimed. "Did you mean what you said about me? All those things you like about me?"
"You already know the answer to that, babe," I said and I kissed him, gently, affectionately. I let go of him and walked to my room to undress and take a shower. I had a half boner from just that kiss. I wished I could have put some love on him right then but not with parents up and about! He asks those confirming questions like he somehow doesn't believe me. I'm going to give him a surprise this morning. One that I think will show new growth. Wink, wink.
Ty showered after me and we came downstairs for breakfast. Bill was drinking his coffee watching some Sunday morning news. Mom was at the counter rinsing a pan.
"Morning everyone," said Ty. "What's for breakfast? I'm starved!" he announced.
"And thats news why?" I asked.
"You need to stop," Ty said, taking his seat at the breakfast table. Mom had scrambled eggs and sausage with buttered toast - the breakfast of champions. Sometimes she would just make this for dinner and it was just as good. A couple of pancakes never hurt, either. In any case, there was small talk going around the table. I was talked out after my early morning debate with mom. My heart raced during that conversation. There was no sign of concern during breakfast so I thought it was ok to let it go.
"What's on the agenda today, boys?" asked Bill.
"Oh, I'm going over to Tristan's this morning to paint two lamps we found at the thrift store. They're very cool. Should bring some money," said Ty.
"Why do you paint over there?" I asked.
"Cause he has a workroom off of the garage where we won't make a mess. Right dad?"
Bill laughed, "Oh yes I remember that well," he said. "Ty and Tristan attempted to spray paint something in the garage once and left a red paint film on everything in the garage," he said laughing. "Thankfully the cars were not in there at the time!" he added. Ok, that was funny. Mom and I had to laugh at that.
"Well, I was thinking Ty and I might go see a movie this afternoon and maybe get a burger afterwards. What do you think, Ty?" and therein was my big surprise.
"What?" he asked slowly, drawing out his speech. "A movie? Wow, that's a great idea," he said beaming. I knew he was elated but he could only show it so much. His eyes were wide and he was grinning. This was an outing, something in public, something we had rarely done. It was a big step forward and I was feeling so confident, like I wanted to be seen with my guy.
"I think that's rather providential," said Bill emphasizing the "providential." "I was thinking I might do the same thing with your mother today!" he concluded.
"Really Bill? That would be so nice!" said mom.
"Well, we haven't had ten minutes to ourselves lately. I would love to spend an afternoon with you, dear. We can see an Indie movie down at the Bird," he suggested.
"Oh I love it! Wonderful," she said. "Unless the boys want to join us?" she quipped.
I coughed and choked a bit, "Sorry, seems to be a cat stuck in my throat," I hissed and Ty cracked up.
Bill cleared his throat, "yes, must be something in the eggs. I felt the same scratch," he added and both Ty and I laughed. I loved his humor, he is always so cool in his delivery.
"OK, I get it," shouted mom over the laughter. "The kids want to go their way and the adults go theirs! Got it!" she chimed. We helped mom clean up the breakfast.
"Hey dad, got a question for you," I said. By the way, "dad" really helps when you're about to ask for something out of the ordinary.
"Fire away," he said, finishing the last of his coffee.
"Any reason why Ty and I couldn't drive out in that Mercedes wagon this afternoon? You know I would be really careful and it would be kind of fun," I said nodding, anticipating his agreement. He sat motionless for a minute, as if in thought. Ty looked impressed by my initiative.
"Hmmm," he said. "Josh it would be improper for me to inform you how much that car cost. Any damage to it would result in you being put up for adoption. As long as you can live with that risk, I'm ok," he said with the straightest face.
"Well, I would have a great lawyer, if it came down to it," I replied.
"No, no," said Mom. "That would classify as a conflict of interest," she stated, in her business tone. Ty was bent over from laughing. But in the end, my guy and I would be stepping out in style. We would look frightfully preppy in the gold colored Mercedes and, no, it doesn't look like a "mom" car! It's kind of hot, actually.
I heard mom say to Bill as we went upstairs, "It's nice, honey. He wants to look attractive, maybe get a little notice. I think they'll be careful," she added.
"I agree," he said.
Ty left for Tristan's. I had two calls I needed to make. First, Tristan.
He answered, "Hey Josh, what's up?"
"Hey, listen, before Ty gets there, I wanted to tell you we've fixed things. It's all good now. I wanted to see how you were."
"That's GREAT!" he shouted. "I'm so glad, I feel much better."
"You need to act surprised. And Tristan, I wanted to see how you, you know, about last night."
"I"m fine. Really. Last night was something of a surprise, but it was amazing being with you Josh. It was so nice, but, you and Ty come first so you won't get any trouble out of me. And like I said, I'm not dating some leftover ass after Ty!" he said with a sarcastic tone.
"K H!"
"What's that?"
"Knucklehead!" I said.
"You are so silly," then he hung up. What a twerp. Gotta love him though.
Second call - Bryce. He might be in church though.
He answered, "Hey dude, whatcha doing?"
"Hey Bryce, what no church today?"
"Taking the Sunday off man. I was up entirely too late," he said laughing.
"About last night, Bryce, well, I just want to be sure we're ok. I mean, we talked about some really personal stuff. Anything bothering you today?" I asked.
"Dude, last night was amazing. I have never had a more enlightening evening. Thanks for that," he said. "You can bring fetish conversations my way anytime! It was stimulating," he said with a quiet chuckle.
"Well, not sure about the fetish stuff, but hey, you were a real brother last night, Bryce. I won't forget it," I said, putting things back on a serious note.
"Anytime man. Glad I could be there for you. Gotta go. What are you doing today?"
"Ty and I are going to the movies later. That's it."
"Cool, talk to you later!" and we hung up. That wraps it up for last night. Now it was time to get this evening in gear!
When Ty returned home, I warned him he might want to be prepared for anything, (hint hint) this evening. I know he preferred being prepared for certain encounters. His face lit up. I showed him what I had packed in a bookbag, to ensure we had the necessities.
At around 2:30 pm, we eased out of the drive in our Mercedes starship cruiser. From a guy's point of view, there was something thrilling about a silky smooth V8 engine, technologically advanced car compared to a 4 cylinder Toyota "Rice Rocket" as Bryce had called it. Well, my parents didn't buy me a BMW 3 series like his did. Ty turned the Sirius XM to Pulse and we had some good music playing. I had already explained that we were not going to the Forest Drive AMC because everyone we knew would be there. I preferred to not be so recognized. He understood and agreed. We headed to the other side of town using the interstate bypass and checked into the Terra Heights Regal Theatre on the East Side twenty minutes later. We parked and headed to the theatre. I swiped my phone and the tickets printed at the kiosk and we headed in to see the latest Marvel flick. With drinks and popcorn we headed to the theatre. We were only stopped by one girl who recognized me from my interview. Apparently some schools had shown the interview as a discussion topic on bullying. That was a surprise. She and a couple of friends said hey to us and seemed excited to recognize me.
"I was the one who was bullied," Ty said, jabbing me in my still sensitive rib cage.
"You didn't get hit by a car, though," I said, rubbing my side. "That hurt, by the way," I told him.
"Sissy," he said. We took our seats and at the start of the movie, we were barely playing with each other's fingers. By the end of the movie, we were holding hands which were buried in my lap and he leaned gently against me. It felt so normal but it was so sexy too. It felt like we were doing what other folks do when they are with someone.
After the movie ended, we left and headed for a burger place down the street. We ordered a couple of burger combos to go and drove around a bit more until we spotted the perfect place. A dentist office toward the end of the busy road. The office was closed, no traffic, and well off the street. It was just starting to get shady as the sun was about to start its descent. We sat in the car and ate our food. Two very brilliant discussions were held, which I will impart in the next chapter. One was about Jordan Rose and the other was about Tristan Lane. Once we finished eating, I slipped out of the car with the trash and dumped it in the trash can outside the office door. Ty had exited the car and stood in front to look out over the undeveloped field. His car window was down and we could hear the music playing, not blasting.
"Hey look," I said, taking his hands and pressing against him.
"We're outside, Josh," he said. "Out in the open, like normal kids," he said happily. I leaned toward his face and gave him a light kiss. He put his arms on my waist and pulled me closer. We kissed again. This time it turned into a makeout session. I spun him around so I was against the front of the car. He turned his back to me and started his rhythmic dance moves. "We Are Young" by Fun was playing on the radio. He held onto my hands until at one point, he lifted our hands in the air, grinding against me. I never thought my hands would be over my head unless a cop yelled, "Freeze!" "Ty," I whispered, "How you did you all the cool points on being gay and I got none. You're so fluid, like you know just how to move. Sorry, I don't have moves like you," I said, whispering into his ear.
"You don't have to," he whispered, turning his head back to me. "A flag needs a flagpole," he said, turning to face me. "Oh you have it, just haven't found it. It's just being comfortable with yourself and you're too self conscious. We'll work on it, babe. This is such a great evening. Might not seem like much to other people but it's everything to me. Being with you, out here, is so awesome. Perfect," he added.
"I think so too. You look so happy, I love it. I love you," I said.
"I love you too," he replied. This time the kissing started and with the sun heading downward, we knew our time was limited. I went back to the back doors and we flipped the switch to bring the back seats down. The look on his face told him what was coming. We walked back to the tailgate and I punched the remote and the gate opened up.
"Get in," was all I had to say. He slid in backwards. I climbed in behind him and punched the remote again and the gate closed. The lights dimmed slowly. Our kissing and touching only led to the removal of our clothes. He rolled on top of me, both of us happy to not have that damn cast in the way. I rolled him onto his side. We pulled a towel from the bag and placed it under us. I took the lube and swiped my hard cock. He laid on his back and as I greased myself, I greased him and took his erection into my mouth. He tasted good, just a bit sweaty. He moaned.
"Please go easy, Josh. It's been a couple of weeks, you know," and I lifted his legs and pushed them back. His hole felt so warm. I leaned down and kissed him.
"You do want this, right? I'm not pushing you too far?" I asked.
"Oh God, Josh, I want it more than ever. Just please, don't rush," he hissed. And I eased in, just as he requested. I eased and eased until I was completely in. Electricity was sparking all my nerves. My arms shook just a bit as I held the "plank" position. This was a hard surface and we weren't used to that. No cushion, no give. I had good leverage though, his spread legs, with his feet pressed against the ceiling made it perfect. I remained still for some time. I watched his face morph between pleasure and ecstasy. Mine must have been a site too because this was so good. When I knew he was ready, I started fucking him. It started as the `in and out" and the pushing downward into him that spurred us on. He moaned and I moaned in response. We uttered crazy stuff, and as loudly as we wanted. Nobody was around. Nobody could hear.
I would have liked to have changed positions but we had our rhythm working for us and it was too difficult in the confined space. The windows in the back became foggy. I didn't worry because I was getting close and it was coming fast.
I stopped just a moment, and said, "Ty, it's coming. I'm going to cum inside of you, is that ok?"
"Yes Josh, leave it all inside of me. Please." And I did as he requested, I froze, and my cock spasmed and jerked as I deposited my cum inside of him. I reached down as I knew he would be close. I kissed his lips and put a magic grip on him that brought him to his own climax while I was still inside of him. I was thankful to be the one who could show him this love but I was also glad he could take it. He might have gotten the experience in a questionable way but he was using it for "all good" now. The look in his eyes was amazing. He didn't blink as I looked at him. He pulled me close and bit my bottom lip, gently. I could smell his cum, it was very strong. I pulled out very gently and my cock felt like it had been freed from a vice-like grip. Oh I wished that didn't have to end.
"Get the towel," he said, starting to laugh. I did and I wiped him, both his tummy and his bottom. We gathered our clothes and put them back on. It was dark and Ty's phone chimed. Then mine. Tristan texted him and asked how the date was. Mom texted me to ask if we were on the way home.
I straightened our hair, appled a light spritz of the colognes I packed and within a few minutes, we were back to normal, having done what normal teens do, when they don't live together.
The ride home was quiet as we held hands as we traveled back home in the quiet car down the interstate. Teenagers, pretending to be twenty somethings, acting like lovers. We were getting stronger and would enjoy a long stability from this point.
Going forward, you will see how our relationship begins to work for the greater good. We make quite a team going forward and will direct impact on several situations. This has been an exciting Part 1. Part 2 is going to be very exciting!! Tell me you're ready!
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