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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 15
Mom had Ty and I sit for breakfast. It was like a staff meeting. It was going to be a busy week. Bill started, "I want to give you all a heads up that one of my clients has had a hostile takeover bid launched against his company. My team and I will be all hands on deck for the week or two. Don't be surprised if I'm not around much. And Ty, I know your concert is Thursday night and if I don't make it, I'm very sorry in advance. Truly," he added.
"That's ok Dad. It will be a good one!" Ty responded.
"Like they always are?" asked Bill.
"Chorus Concert?" I asked. "Where a bunch of kids try to sing like Ariana Grande or Garth Brooks? Oh lord! Been there and done that!" I exclaimed, without considering the response.
"You are gonna have to start sleeping with one eye open, Josh!" shouted Josh.
"Shame on you Josh," said mom. "I'm looking forward to it," she said, smiling at Ty.
"Punch him in the throat if he keeps up," uttered Ty, causing me to crack up.
Bill continued, "In the meantime, Karen should have things under control, as always." He looked at me, "Josh, you may have a deposition this week," and my heart sank into my stomach. "It's not a big deal, the prosecution will want to interview you. It's just a fact finding mission. Answer the questions specifically, do not offer more than they ask. If you don't know something, just say so. Do not guestimate. Shouldn't be difficult. Your mom will take you in when they give us the time. OK?" he asked. I nodded, not sure what questions to ask at the moment.
Ty announced that he was going to Ricky's for a little Tuesday after school. Would be back by dinner. Ricky was coming to the chorus concert because he wanted to hear music again. If his mother couldn't bring him, Jordan was going to do so. "Dang, that Jordan is at least good to him," I thought.
"That's great, Ty. I'm glad you are having such a good time with him. I know he must appreciate you. We will look forward to meeting him," said mom. "And Josh, your father is going to be in town Saturday. If you want to see him, we will drive down. I hoped to stay the night so I can see some friends while we're there. Thoughts?"
"Well, I have decided I will see him," I said matter of factly. Looked at me with terror because I hadn't told him. I know he fears me running off with my real dad but I can assure you that is not happening. The fact is, I just decided at that moment.
"Hey listen Mom, rather than leaving Ty here by himself, I would like him to come with us. Do you mind? He would really like to see where I grew up and..." Ty beamed but didn't say anything.
"Josh, not sure if it will be a good time for all that," mom said.
"Well, I don't think he wil interfere with my short meeting with Dad and my friends would take him around. They would like to get to know him and they will want us to hang out Saturday night. Let's take him, please?" I asked.
Mom looked at Bill. He shrugged. "Your call," he said. "I'm going to be busy this weekend," he replied.
"Well, if your friends will keep him occupied then I don't mind. We are staying at your grandmother's house but she's in Florida. She only has two bedrooms," she said.
"We will work it out mom. It will be great to have him there," I said. Whew, that was a close call. I really wanted Ty there to help me with a project. "Project Micah" we would refer to it as. My goal, vet Micah for a possible meet up with Tristan. I am very aware that if Micah is living like I think he is, he's sitting around looking at porn all the time and dreaming of what "could be" with any of those country boys he lives with, in other words, the same I was living before I moved here. Ty and I had discussed the night before and he was all in, trying to arrange a "fix-up". Said he was really happy that I would think of it. Obviously, we wouldn't expect Micah and Tristan to fall in love as it would be a 45 minute long distance thing. But maybe a double date, maybe Micah could visit. I don't know which gay guys would turn down Tristan but we wanted to make sure the "chose one" would have to be absolutely perfect. Micah had grown from an awkward, nerdy guy, to a clean guy, well dressed guy and he was an honest guy.
I informed everyone that I would have practice everyday this week and the home game on Friday. That was it for my thrilling week. With a meeting with my dad coming up, I really didn't want a lot of things on the agenda. I needed to think. What would he ask, what would he want, what would he tell? These were questions that were going through my head.
Notifying friends of my visit this weekend, had to get that in order. We would need Micah available for sure. The other question I would have to work out with Ty is what would we tell Micah? Could we trust him if it came to it. So, I guess this was going to be a strategy week for me.
Ty and I headed out to our cars with book bags in tow. "Josh, that's fantastic that I get to go with you home, so to speak, this weekend. I can't wait," he said. "You have a scheme in mind, don't you?" he asked.
"Yeah, let's talk about it this evening, ok?" He agreed.
The school day would have been just like any other if it hadn't been for the confrontation with a hallway of "wanna be's". Between the 3rd and 4th periods, I had to climb from first floor to third and my boot slowed me down and the number of steps added some pressure to my leg which was still healing. When I entered the hallway, there was a group gathered there. I would have passed through them without comment except one had say something like, "Hey Josh, too bad about Friday night."
I smiled and said, "hey you can't win them all," and tried to move forward.
"That wouldn't have been your response if you were still the quarterback," another one said.
"Can't control that, sorry." I looked ahead and I saw Ty coming out of a classroom. He looked down the hall and saw me. He started moving toward me. The look on my face might have told my mood.
"If you hadn't stuck your nose in it, we'd still be on the winning streak, don't you think?" another guy asked. Ty's hastened approach allowed him to hear that statement and before I could respond, the guy leaped forward when Ty pushed him.
"What the fuck!" the guy yelled. Everyone laughed at him. He turned and looked at Ty like he was going to do something. This was a rather nerdy boy and I'm sure Ty could have taken him. Just as the boy got ready to push him back, I shouted, "That's enough!" Then I growled, "you better not touch him," giving him fair warning.
"I don't need gay boy here attacking me. He can dream on!" and he raised his middle finger to Ty.
"You shut your mouth Captain Stupid and if that finger is all you have to offer, NO THANKS!!" Ty shouted back. He dropped his textbook and notebook.
"Everyone! Cool it!" I shouted. "You all started this," I said, pointing to the group. "Standing around and speculating things you don't understand is a big waste of time. Find something better to waste your time on! And just so you know, I serve at the request of Coach Ford and I will let him know you all have a ideas as to how to run a football team! I'm sure your feedback will go far!" With that, I motioned for Ty to pick up his books and walk with me.
"Idiots," Ty said as we walked away. "Can't believe those morons," he said, shaking his head.
"It's ok buddy. I was expecting more of that two weeks ago. The fact that it took a team loss to bring it out, well I can handle it but thanks for coming to my rescue, you pitbull," I said laughing. He grinned with satisfaction. I entered my class and I turned around just in time to see himi give me that look - the look said "lover" without saying it outloud. "That was hot," I thought.
Tuesday night, I got home just in time to see Jordan Rose dropping off Ty after visiting his cousin, Ricky. I'm going to address this arrangement next week so that Ty won't be reliant on Jordan getting him out to Ricky's. First, I know the parents are concerned about Ty driving out there by himself but I would prefer to get Jordan out of the picture. Not due to distrust, but just because his lifestyle was a bit rough for my taste. The party showed me what his "clique" looked like. So another conversation Ty and I had Sunday evening was the fact that Jordan is a much different person this year than he was last year. First, Ty explained that there was a condition that existed that would have prevented him having any physical relations with Jordan. He would not describe specifically, but at some point he had the chance to see Jordan hard. Yes, in a hardon state, aroused, at full mast, so to speak. He said that he was really big. Ty was sure he would never be able to take it. He said it changed his fascination completely. I cracked up. I can only imagine from porn scenes that I had watched.
Ty said he had a hard time last year trying to get a girl because no one wanted to deal with it. It was painful and the girls who would "take" him were not girls who fit his mold. They wanted too much - to be his girlfriend, or wanted money, or one specifically, wanted to get pregnant. He wasn't interested in any of that. Now, Ty believes he is dating some older women on the side because it's the only way he can "get any." Ty said that Jordan even looked different up to this year. He showed me a picture of them together last year and Jordan looked youthful, fun. He had a beautiful boyish face, afro style hair, and he was gorgeous. Now, he looks like a full man, intense muscles, aged face, short, cropped hair. I told Ty that rigorous exercise programs including supplements and vitamins came with a price. All in all, I found the discussion very interesting but it was enough to lead me to want to get him out of the picture. He and Ty could stay friends, at a distance, but Ty didn't belong in close proximity to that group. And for anyone who would criticize me on that, well they should consider how they would feel about it. In the end, I would try to discern what led to the occasion where Jordan's huge bulge would be witnessed by Ty. Does anything he does ever fail to amaze you?
As the week was progressing, Bill had been right. We had seen little of him except when he came in between 8 pm and 8:30 pm each evening and even then, he went to his study with a glass of bourbon to work. On Wednesday, I stumbled across a conversation between Ty and mom, one of those you hate to stumble across.
The school had sent a Grade Alert to Bill notifying him that one of Ty's grade in English Literature had slipped to a C for the six weeks. Failure to turn in homework and a poor quiz average had contributed. Mom had the email and was going over with Ty in the kitchen. I stood at the top of the steps, and listened quietly.
"Ty, we're not saying its the end of the world. It's just that a C is far below your capability," mom said.
"And why did you get the email?" asked Ty. "Seems it should have gone to my dad!" he quipped. I hissed quietly. That was the wrong answer for sure.
"Well, Ty," said my mom, trying to keep her cool as she had always done with me, "your father did get the email and he sent it to me. What difference does it make who got what email?" she demanded. "The fact is your father and I are fully aligned on our expectations for you and Josh. C isn't going to cut it, is the bottom line. What's your plan? She ordered. Then, she backed off just a bit, "Ty, why are you so defensive about this? You have never taken this tone with me before," she said. All was quiet for a few minutes.
"There's going to be another one," he said quietly. "Advanced Algebra isn't faring any better and if you're mad about one class, I don't know what y'all will say about two," he said with frustration in his voice.
"Ty, I have suspected the past few months have been demanding something usually suffers. Tennis is over for the season so that is some relief. Chorus will slow down until its time for the Christmas concert, right? There's another pass. What I think your father and I would appreciate is you stepping it up on the homework and quizzes and get these grades up. I don't think all is lost, what do you think?" she asked quietly.
"I can get it done. You know my grades are always good and this has been bothering me for a while. I just knew those emails were coming. I'm sorry I got an attitude with you," he said.
"No worse than Josh," she said and he chuckled. I knew she was laughing even though I couldn't hear it. "No worse than Josh. Nice mom," I thought to myself.
"Give me a progress report. Get that homework caught up, Ty. I need to check with Josh to see if he's getting caught up. It hasn't been an easy time for either of you," she noted. "Let's leave it here and not get your dad involved for the time being. He has his own homework to do right now, good?"
"Yes ma'am. Thanks!" and he bounded up the stairs right into my arms.
"Oooh, you in trouble," I said laughing.
"Whatever! You the one with the attitude, according to your mom," Ty said.
"You are gonna get it later," I said, "but then again, you might be grounded. I will have to hold my awesome loving skills back from you," I said. He punched me in the arm. His was not strong enough to make it hurt but those knuckles! I had to laugh.
It was Wednesday night and everyone was asleep, except for me. My mind was racing and I couldn't get it to slow down. It was another week where I had barely seen Ty, hadn't had much contact with him except for our usual hidden kisses. I climbed out of the bed. I was half hard having been thinking about him. I wondered how he was sleeping. I walked quietly through the bathroom and into his room. It was mostly dark, the moon was shining through one of his windows across his bed. I crept over to the bed and stood over him watching him sleep. He must have sensed it because he muttered, "Get in," and I did without being asked again.
"What are you doing?" he whispered in a sleep state.
"I couldn't sleep and I wanted to crawl in here with you," I said back, quietly.
I put my arms around him and he snuggled against me.
"I haven't seen you much this week. You doing ok?" he asked.
"Yeah it's all good. I'm just ready for this week to be over."
"It will be soon enough," and he rolled onto his back, motioning for me to get on top of him. Oh wow I liked this a lot. The moon was shining on his face and he was so beautiful. It was like an erotic painting.
"Boy in the moon," I whispered.
"What's that?" he asked.
"The name of the image of you in the moonlight I just put to memory," I told him.
"Oh wow," he said smiling, "that is so hopelessly romantic!"
"It was some mushy shit, wasn't it?" and we both giggled.
I bent forward and he met me part way and we kissed. He stopped and looked at me and we started kissing again. His arms wrapped around me, I slipped mine under him. He let out a soft moan and gasp when he felt me press into his crotch. I slipped his underwear down and he kicked them off. He reached behind me and slipped my boxers off.
He spread his legs and I knew he was willing. We hadn't since the night in the back of the car. Oh my God I wanted him so bad. Just pressing on him hole was making him gasp. He grabbed his lube from the nightstand and told me to get my cock ready. He lifted his legs higher and I found the waiting entrance. I entered, not rough but not gentle either. I pushed into him and his eyes widened.
"Oh baby. Fuck me Josh. I know you want this," he said. I pulled back just a bit and started the grind. It was so much more comfortable than the back of the car. He melded into his mattress with my weight on top of him. His face was glowing from the mood. The light bounced off his eyes. I used my tongue to lick and suck on his ear. He was gasping, trying to stay quiet. I filled him with my cum. He shot between us as he usually does. I grabbed a towel and cleaned us both up. I nestled with him back in the bed. His hair was a mess but it made him that much cuter. I was a little sweaty.
"That was a surprise attack," he said. "Keep `em coming," he said and I chuckled.
"Sorry babe, I just needed to be with you. Hope you didn't mind," I said.
"I thought I was grounded," he said sarcastically.
"You are starting tomorrow," I announced. He smiled and crawled onto my shoulder. He reached behind me and set the alarm for 5:30. I gave some thought to how it sounded that a guy could be grounded who is also fucking his boyfriend several times a week. This is a crazy world I'm living in.
Thursday would have been a usual day except for my shower incident. So I haven't discussed much the fact that I want to give Ty the chance to top me. I know I make it look good. I have the moves and the passion. I know how to work my hips, penetrate like a boss, and bring everyone to their Jesus moment. Yep. I'm sure he can do it too and I want to make it happen. So I have read some articles online about how to prepare for this. I wasn't going to ask Ty, obviously. The guidance warned not to panic when you feel that first bit of pain. It suggested using a safe, unbreakable device, especially not a bottle with suction, to "break in" so to speak. The article also suggested not to stick it in straight in, as you might think. It was best to find "your" preferred angle. Everyone's anatomy was not the same. At such time you find your "sweet spot" or that place where your dick responds, you may be ready.
So I had been working through this for a few minutes each morning in the shower. I was using a toothbrush carrier which was smooth and cylindrical. It wasn't tiny but it was enormous either. The first couple of times was very painful. I was like, "Damn! That hurts!" I mean, I'm a football player and I know pain, but not like that. I was fucking hit by a car and crushed by metal trash cans. But it wasn't this kind of pain. It was pain where pain should never be. But, this morning, it was slightly different. Something clicked and finding just that right angle, I must had inserted the toothbrush container just right. The soap and warm water added to the pleasure and that "sweet spot" made itself known to me. My cock responded by getting hard, well, not fully hard but it was partially there. It was aggravating having to reach under myself but I had some rhythm going and dang it was feeling good. I heard Ty come into the bathroom to mess around at the sink. I tried to play it cool but just then, I felt a little bubble-gurgle thing in my stomach and I thought there was some gas or something worse, maybe I was pushing pressure into my gut. I stood straight up to eliminate the discomfort and let go of the toothbrush carrier. So the pressure caused that thing to shoot out of my ass like a torpedo and it made it between the shower curtain and the shower wall and landed on the bathroom floor. Not quietly or inconspicuously either. It clanged around and finally settled on the rug. I was frozen, terrified to move. Ty slid the curtain open gently, and holding the soapy toothbrush holder, said, "looks like you dropped something," I took it from him and closed the curtain back.
With that cat out of the bag, I was barely able to look at him at breakfast which, just being a bowl of cereal, went quickly. Tonight was the chorus concert so I wouldn't have much time between football practice and the chorus concert. Football practice is very consistent now. I'm not just working with the quarterback, but also working with offense. I am still unable to grip a football which is starting to concern me. I need to tell mom about it sooner or later. I try exercising my hand but a complete fist isn't possible.
After getting home and showering again, and changing into khakis, mom and I drove back to the school for Ty's concert. We waited in the lobby and waited for Ty. He came out wearing his white dress shirt and black pants and waited with us for Ricky and his mom. They came in and I would have known Ricky immediately based on Ty's description. He was a good looking kid and he smiled really big when he entered. His mom smiled at us and came over to be introduced. Ty introduced everyone and I felt some kind of emotion, which was hard to describe. Ricky extended his right hand to me, and I had to remember how to shake hands for just a second. He had just this little gap between his front two teeth and he looked so cute. The fact someone could do something to this boy ripped at me. I could only imagine Ty walking around not having use of one of his arms. I felt some fire.
"Josh!" Ty snapped. I shook my head and broke out of my trance.
"Sorry Ricky," I said taking his right hand, "it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm so glad you can put up with Tyson each week. It gives my mom and me a nice break," I said hoping some wit might roll the situation out. He cracked up, and so did his mom. Ty gave me the evil eye.
"Wow, Josh, Ty has told me about you. You must be really cool," he said.
"Don't know about all that," I said and Tristan came out to get Ty as it was time for them to take their places. Ginny walked in and waved. I motioned for her to come over.
"Hey Josh, I might be surprised to see you but you're for Ty, aren't you?" she asked. I nodded that I was.
"Ginny, I would like you to meet my mother, Karen," bringing my mom closer.
""Oh Ginny, what a pleasure to meet you! Wow, you are lovely," mom said, as mom's do.
"Thank you, Mrs. Breck. You are really well put together, as well. Those shoes!" she exclaimed. Mom turned her heel to show them. See? This is what I was talking about before!
"You must come by the house one evening. Josh, set it up!" mom said, and here it goes. I introduced Ginny to Ricky and asked if she wanted to sit with us. She said she was glad to. My mom had stars in her eyes. It was an unfair deception but you know how I am - always planning and scheming.
We all entered the auditorium and found our seats, midway down, and midway across, just as Ty had suggested. Ricky made sure to get his seat next to me which was really sweet too. I wanted him to tell me about his interests but instead he just wanted to hear about mine. He was subtly, and not offensively, taking notes on me being a football player and comparing me to Jordan as a basketball player. It was clear to me, he had a limited view of things and wanted to know about the outside world. He talked about Jordan Rose as if he were a star in the sky. Say what you want about Jordan and his crew, but the fact he cared so much for this boy made me think he was noble.
The chorus did not process onto the stage. Instead, they lined up in the aisle and Ty took his seat at the big grand piano on the stage. Ok, they launched into the song from the opening of the Lion King with this gal belting out the African chant that I can admit gave me goosebumps. Wow, they were good, this was nothing like the chorus concerts I was used to. They had synchronized moves and their harmony was perfect. And they sang something in latin with no instruments and a modern pop song that was french. By the end of the concert, I think my mom had cried twice. Ricky was bobbing on his hip and loved the upbeat songs. Bill did not make it but had explained that earlier. Ty played that piano like a boss and although I had heard him practice often, it couldn't compare to the way it sounded on stage. .
"I'm going to play with him soon," said Ricky. "We have a plan but I'm not telling it yet," he said.
"That's excellent Ricky. I like a guy who has a strategy," I told him.
Needless to say, the audience stood up at the end and applauded for a long time. The chorus processed out down the aisles the way they came in, singing the school song with no piano and then they were gone. It was really amazing. I can see why Ty has to spend so much time with them. They will do this again at Christmas.
When we left the auditorium, we waited for Ty to join us. Ricky was full of chatter. He loved the music, and must have watched Ty straight through the concert. My mom and his mother walked off for a few minutes and seemed to talk privately until Ty showed back up. We all said our goodbyes and I told Ricky I hoped I would get to hang out with him again. He seemed really happy about that. I wished he would go back to school. He must be lonely at home and he had so much personality. Somebody mistreated that boy and I couldn't get it out of my head.
"Hey Ginny, I'm not dragging you to our house yet because you may not be ready for that, but I was wondering what you were doing next Thursday as a night out. Thursday is my Firday because of the game. Nothing too late."
"I don't think I have anything. A little dinner?" she said.
"Yep."
"Sure, it's a date," she said.
"I'm going out of town this weekend. Gonna see my dad for the first time in five years," I told her. Her eyes widened.
"Five years?" she asked in shock. I nodded. Mom came over and thanked Ginny for joining us and said she was looking forward to seeing her again. Ginny said good night. As Ty was driving his own car home, Mom tossed me the keys to the wagon and I drove us home. I asked her what Ricky's mom said when they walked away.
"Josh, she said that Ty had been a terrific influence on Ricky. He was playing the piano again and he insisted on coming to this concert. She said he is starved for activity and she didn't know until Ty showed up. Apparently his cousin Jordan had figured it out and she was so thankful we were letting Ty visit," she said gabbing on.
"I told you mom. It's how Ty works," and she said she agreed.
"I told Lydia I would like them to come for dinner one Sunday afternoon. I think it would be fun for both of them and Ricky would have a blast with you and Ty."
"That's nice mom. I really felt something when I met him. The thought of someone doing that to Ty," and I trailed off.
"I know, son. I know." I pulled into the drive and parked in the garage. I had homework to do to keep the "emails" at bay. When Ty came in, I told him what a spectacular program that was and that I loved every minute of it.
"Thanks babe," he said. "I'm glad you were there and that you liked it. It was a really fun program. And hey, what did you think of Ricky?" he asked.
"Man, he's a good kid. I can see why you like him. I felt real grief for what he must've gone through. Ty, I just thought about something like that happening to you..." and I trailed off in thought. He leaned over me sitting at my desk and kissed my neck.
"But it didn't. That's all that matters," he said.
"He said he has a strategy. Y'all are planning something."
"Oh he mentioned that huh? Well it is something but I have to think it through. We played together the other night after your suggestion and some things blew up from it. It was really amazing. I just need to think it through for a bit," Ty said.
So there was no word from the prosecutor about the deposition so we guessed that would come next week instead. I would be very glad when that crap was over and behind us. We have a big game tonight, a good team with two strong lines. The quarterback was much more organized now and we had our own strengths working for us. Coach said he was very pleased with our progress. The family would be at the game tonight, even Bill who said he would be glad to get away from the office for the evening.
After the coin toss, the game kicked off and the first half seemed to go by so fast. Two touchdowns for Cambell and two touchdowns and a field goal for Brumfield. The second half of the game dragged by. I know I was feeling very tired, maybe the rest of the team was well. Brumfield scored another touchdown and Campbell did not so we took the game. Since Bryce brought me to the game, I didn't have a car so Ty was waiting for me behind the gym to take me home. We had a chance to discuss the game plan for tomorrow. We were driving down to the country tomorrow, I would meet my dad at the house he inherited from his parents. Mom was dropping Ty off downtown where Micah was going to meet him. Later, we would go to Diesel Gray's and there was some little get together he was putting on at his place. We say "little" but it could blow up entirely.
When we got home, the parents were in the kitchen having coffee. It had been really cool outside during the game. I didn't feel that but those in the stands did.
"Things looked good. Had some foundation out there," Bill said..
"Thanks, yeah, with only two games remaining, not a lot we can do but make the best of them," and it made me feel down. I mean I'm grateful I got a chance to participate but a full season of being quarterback would have been the biggest achievement of my life. No need losing sleep over that. I went over to my mom and I took her hand in mine. She looked me questioningly.
"What is it, Josh? What's wrong?" she asked. She hadn't felt it yet. I was holding her hand very softly. I squeezed just a bit more and she could see the effort on my face. "Josh, are you saying that's all you can do? This?" and she lifted my hand in the air with her's. I nodded. I mean it wasn't limp but wouldn't complete a fist. I could write but a grip was touch.
"Josh, why haven't you said anything before now?"
"It's only been a week since they unwrapped it. I thought it would improve but I believe this is as good as it's getting on its own," I said.
"Thanks for telling me. We will call the doctor's office Monday morning."
"Is that Dr. Perrow's office?" I asked.
"It could be. Want me to start there?" she asked.
"Yes, I want to see him again if he will see us," I said. She said ok. I told them good night and Ty did as well. I was beat. Ty was in the bathroom cleaning up and although I wanted to see him, I completely fell asleep. Out like a light. I woke up when I felt Ty crawl into my bed and settle in behind me. He wrapped his arms around me. "Awe," I thought, "he's playing big spoon." I felt him pressing against my backside. He was hard. Someone was a little horny. I rolled onto my back and looked at him.
"Hey, what are you doing up?" I asked him.
"Can't you tell. I couldn't sleep a wink. I was mad you fell asleep but I knew you must've been tired. Still, I couldn't sleep," he said with a big smile.
"Your hair's a mess," I told him. "You must've slept a little," I said.
"They will never know how you got strangled in your sleep," he told me. I laughed.
"Want to kiss me?" I asked. He nodded. Normally I would roll onto him and this time I didn't. I let him face me down. I was still a little hazy from sleeping so hard but part of me wanted him to show some lead and he did. He slipped up on his shoulder and looked me in the face. He leaned his face down and began kissing me. I lifted my chin just a bit like I had felt Tristan do and, I don't know, it added a new dimension. Just his lips were touching mine and he started gentle but got more excited. We were sucking tongues and biting lips. I wrapped my arm around him and felt his back in a tense state. He rolled slightly and put himself on top of me. He positioned himself so that my hardon was aiming for his ass. I changed that and pushed him between my legs and lifted my legs. His slightly curved dick found my hole and pressed against me. We had experienced this during homecoming date night and I was ready for more. He lifted himself on his arms and looked down at me.
"Are you sure, Josh? You want me to fuck you?" he whispered.
"Yeah baby. I want you. I want you right now," and he leaned forward and kissed me some more. We were so hard and already in position. I told him to get the lube from the nightstand. He did so and greased himself and my hole. I braced myself, hoping and praying this would work. I felt his finger enter me and he was slow and gentle. He applied a lot of lube. It was wet and slippery.
He lifted my legs, and pressed. He pressed harder and I felt him enter. His cockhead entered me and he froze when I gasped. Fortunately, his cock starts a little narrower but gets wider but I hadn't plan for the curve which was unyielding. My cock started to deflate quickly.
"Oh Josh, you're going down. It's not good, is it?" he whispered.
"Yeah, I'm just adjusting babe. It's different from my practice," I said. He laughed and said, "Want me to go get the toothbrush thing?" and I cracked up.
"No," and I pushed him off and I rolled over onto my stomach. I told him to give it another try. I was not used to lifting my butt in the air but he had better access. His gentle pressing and easing inward worked much better. He gave me a few minutes to adjust and the pain diminished and was replaced by something, oh my God! Incredible!
"Fuck, Josh, your ass has always looked so good. I didn't know it could feel this way." He reached forward and grabbed my hair from the back and rubbed the back of my head.
He felt more natural this way. I wanted to face him but we could work on that later. He started pushing and pulling. He was not a thruster, not a pounder, since I figured this was his first time. He didn't last that long. He gasped in my ear, "oh fuck, Josh. I'm cumming and he gave some short quick jabs and he came. He scrunched on top of me like his body had drawn up. He moaned in my ear. I pushed him to roll us onto our sides. While he was still in me, I stroked my rock hard cock and when he stuck his tongue in my ear, I came. All the sensations I had felt had worked me up and I shot a good load, some landing on my arm and pillow case. I have to say, of all the possible discomforts involved in this, him pulling out was the worse. Eww, it was like pulling an arrow back out of someone's body, I thought.
When he was fully out, he got up and got a towel to clean us up. He crawled back into bed with me.
"Josh, I don't know what to say. That was amazing. Are you ok?"
"Yeah babe, you were perfect. Thank you for getting me through it. I worked on it all week and I couldn't have asked for better. You took my virginity! Maybe you wanted it to be more romantic?"
"It was, Josh. The fact it was unplanned made it even better. I wish you could have taken my virginity too, though.
"In some ways I wouldn't have want to cause you that pain. I had no idea what it was like until this week. But, I will say, I kind of did take your virginity, if you think about it," I whispered. He squinted his eyes showing he didn't understand.
"I was your first to fuck and that's a big deal. Also, I may be the first person to love you and fuck you. That's a form of virginity, don't you think?" I asked.
"You're right. I love that. I love it when you figure things out like that. You're so amazing, babe," he said, turning my back to him again and taking a spooning position again. I loved that he was taking the lead. He was going to be even more amazing. "Go to sleep, Josh. You have a bid day ahead. I'm right here behind you, sweetie," he whispered in my ear. I reached for the phone, set the alarm for 5:30 and soon we were asleep. I had been so anxious all week about this. I'm glad we did it without a lot of gab. You can always do more with a ball in the air than you can standing around discussing it.