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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 2
Although I didn't sleep a wink that night, I was up and dressed and downstairs in the kitchen eating cereal. Tyson slipped down the back stairs quietly into the kitchen and headed for the fridge.
"Morning," I said.
"Hey" he croaked.
"Sorry I was too tired to chat last night. Have a good night?" he asked.
"Not a banner one," I said with a laugh. He sat at the table and started eating his cereal and drinking some juice. "Hey, um, Ty, I was wondering why we don't hang out sometime. I mean, we've hardly gone out in public once since I moved in. I hope me being here hasn't caused you any grief," I said sincerely.. I was hoping to get an "in" after my discovery the night before.
"Sure. I guess so," he said casually, non committedly. "So Josh, you haven't caused me any grief at all. My friends keep asking when I'm going to start railing about the drama and there is none. You're a nice guy and I promised to stay out of your way," he said. "How's football practice?" he asked.
"Oh, well, it's good. The team is good. The coach is awesome. Didn't think I would like him after my last coach but he's a really good coach."
"You met Bryce and John? They live in this neighborhood. My parents and their parents were friends. Well I guess your mom will get to know them now. We have always gotten along. When I came out, they promised that none of the football would hassle me. They have always been very cool with me. I like them," he said smiling.
"Yeah I know them. They are good guys." Certainly a couple of hot guys, I was thinking to myself.
He got up from the table and rinsed his dishes in the sink. He stopped at the table and said, with some courage like he had been planning it, "Josh, you being here is not a problem for me like I said. But there is a thing where I try to get close to you now and then when school starts and the football games start up, you will run with your football peeps and forget about me. I feel it will be disappointing. I'm not saying you would do it on purpose, but that's the reality. That's why I have been keeping cool about things. That's all," he said. Then he started up the stairs.
"Hey!" I shouted up to him. "Don't you think that's being a little judgemental? I mean who says I'm the kind of guy who would just brush you aside like that?" I asked, trying to pose a good argument to his suggestion.
"Not judgement," he responded. "It's intuition. The force is strong with me," he said with a giggle, "and I can easily see that happening. Let's just get past the start of school and see how things pan out. Ok?"
"Ok, I guess. Thanks," I said, wanting to add, "for nothing."
The parents returned from their trip that afternoon and life resumed. My mom had several evening things that week with some of the ladies from the neighborhood. They had been quiet with her from the start but they were stepping up and now that they know she is a good planner, I see her getting busy with their charity events and what not. As long as she's happy I'm staying out of her way.
The first day of school came. Mom had let me go shopping. I needed urban clothes even though I wasn't letting go of t-shirt and jeans look all the time. I came downstairs where Mom and Bill were seated at the breakfast table. Tyson was getting juice from the fridge. I put my arms out and started hissing like those creatures on the Walking Dead. I walked slowly down the last few stairs and said in a moaning voice, "I see hair. Beautiful golden hair. Freshly cut, sculpted hair. Must feel. Must touch!" I inched closer to him and he froze with wide eyes. He turned his back to the fridge and backed against it. He set the juice down and pinned himself to the fridge in absolute terror.
"Mom, Dad, stop him! He's going to mess up my hair. Took me all morning...`` Then as I got close he slipped around the other side of the island and shot back upstairs screaming, "Oh no you don't Hell no!" I dropped my arms and broke out with laughter. Mom said, "Josh, stop playing. You scared him."
Bill laughed as well. "Stop Karen. That was funny and you know it was. Much funnier in person than it would be in a story. Good job, Josh. Give him a run for the money!"
"You two," said Karen pointing at Mr. Breck and me. "Trouble!"
Bill got up from the table and said to me, "You knock `em out today, Josh. Nobody has anything over on you at that school. You are going to do great," then we went back upstairs to finish getting dressed.
Kissed Mom on the cheek and gave me that "shame on you look" and swatted me with her napkin. Never seen her happier.
The school was so much bigger. I had to get help to find my way around. Being QB1 was helpful because it gave me some status. People wanted to do anything they could to be nice to the quarterback. There were a couple of dissenters who were friends with the previous guy but it wasn't my fault his arm gave out. He told me that himself. He told the team to get behind me because the season was at stake and it was bigger than him. I thought it was a noble gesture. Scrimmages had gone really well and I think everyone knew I was up to the challenge. Honestly, time was moving so fast. The fist game was two weeks away and we practiced so much. Seemed all I did was go to school, practice, do homework, then go to bed. I got in some Xbox time with Tyson but he was busy too. He was playing the piano for the school chorus and was gearing up for a big youth tennis rally that was being held at the club. It was a fundraiser like everything else in this neighborhood.
The first Friday night game came quick. We were all in the lockerroom and had gone over a few minor play chnages. Coach gave us some "what not'' about what he expected out there on the field. I was very anxious even though I believed we were prepared. After we finished cheering him on, the team got quiet and looked at me. The coach said, "Josh, the floor is yours. Share your wisdom, son!"
Oh my God. I had to speak? No one warned me.
"Team, I don't take things for granted so let me say before we head out there that it is an honor to play with you and serve with you out there on that field. I will support you out there. I will be your rock! What my coach used to say was this: Celebrate the wins, remember the attempts, and forgive the losses! Now lets play some football!" and, thankfully, everyone cheered, raised their hands in support. Go colonels!
The coach came up to me and put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Good job, Josh. Now get out there and kick some ass!" I laughed on my way out onto the field.
Needless to say, the game was a success. The Brecks were there showing their support. The fans cheered us on. It was just like I knew it, except bigger. Wow, was it bigger. The last pass sent the ball right into the hands of the guy who would carry it over the line with a winning score of 28-7. The headline in the neighborhood paper on Sunday would refer to me as the new "Boy Wonder of Brumfield High." Ok, maybe a little over the top but it would make me a star.
No change on the homefront with Tyson. I will tell you I was not above spying on him. All our devices proved to be Josh proof, however. He was coming to the games and I did appreciate that. As I was chatting with Bryce at the Saturday review, he was telling me how hard it was getting some pussy. Asked me why I wasn't dating anyone. Being QB, it was rather expected that you would have Missy or Susan or the Queen Bee herself, Lisa Buxtehude on your right arm. I told him I was just too busy and I wasn't really into these city girls. He said he could understand that. I was invited to a party next weekend back home so I told him I would take him and John and they could have some fun. That won some major points.
Second game, I led with the same sentiments. This was an away game and the family did not come. It was a long hike out there by bus. We didn't have a big crowd in the visitor seats but we didn't need them to win the game 21-0. Now this was a smaller team and the win was expected so we did show some grace. I am not a poor winner. My throws were spot on and the game was good for our development as a team. Blah blah blah, I know.
The paper on Saturday morning led with the caption: A Story "to throw". Well, I thought it was silly but Bill Breck, my stepfather, was impressed. He said he was thinking how the positive attention was helping me settle in. He had warned me with what I already knew. Football season was just that, a few short months. There would have to be life after death and he hoped that I would find all our seasons fulfilling. Blah, blah, blah, I know. That Saturday afternoon, John, Bryce and I headed for my little town I had been born and raised in. It was clear to me nothing had changed but why would it? I had only been gone like four months. It was good to be home.
I pulled up outside a farmhouse on the outskirts of town where cars had already started to gather. I got some big cheers from my friends and previous teammates. I gave a big hug to Prince, the guy who took my place as quarterback on the team. He was doing really well, but needed more practice. Not bad for a junior, though. We were becoming friends earlier before I moved to the city. Told him he might have to come visit. He was a lean black machine who had developed into his hotness very comfortably.
Ok, I'm pretty sure that by the end of the night, neither John nor Bryce would ever have to be sold on the art of country girls. They had wandered off in various directions with some girl in tow. I was standing on the back porch with a beer in hand when I heard a voice. It was so familiar. I looked around and didn't see anyone outside to fit the voice. I turned to the kitchen door and saw him. That boy. My old neighbor from years back. The one I used to wrestle with. "What the fuck!" I thought. What was he doing here? And damn, he looked so fine. Slim, fit body, dark hair that swept across his forehead. He saw me and I waved. He waved back doing a little jump on his toes. He came through the kitchen door. "Josh Warner! Oh my God. I heard you moved away!" he exclaimed.
"Cam Turner! You did move away! What are you doing here?" I asked as he stepped out onto the porch stopping just in front of me. "We have a lot to catch up on, don't we?" I asked quietly. My heart was racing. Why was I so glad to see this boy? It had been 4 years since I had seen him and yet I wanted to be friends with him instantly. I led him down into the grass where we could talk. Bryce came by holding hands with Christy Moore. I stopped him, and feeling very comfortable, I whispered to him, "Your hardon is showing, dude. You need to adjust," I said to him. He cracked up and said he had been trying to do that for a while but she wouldn't let go of his hand. At least he had a prominent bulge. Looked good. Cam, or Cameron, understood and screamed with laughter.
He told me he was visiting his grandparents for the weekend and one of his old friends had dragged him to this party. Didn't think he would have a good time but now he was glad he came. I told him my story, of the marriage and of the gay stepbrother. The gay stepbrother was a good pathway into a deeper conversation. We wandered the yard, back into the field, where we found ourselves behind a barn.
We were standing very close and I told him that the time we had spent wrestling around had been informative to me. I had learned there were things I wanted to with another guy. He said he knew it already. He had a big crush on me back then and had often thought of me. What it would be like to be with a football stud, a man, instead of the other skinny boys. Funny how that was the same line I had heard from Tyson. In fact, Cam was not dissimilar to Tyson in a number of ways. He was comfortable with his orientation. He was fashionable, put together, and polished. These guys seemed to make it look so easy.
I leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were soft but lipstick free. I was happy about that. He tasted good. His arms went around my waist. I pressed him against the barn and we made out. I can't say that the backside of the barn was romantic or sexy but at least it was private. As we continued kissing, I felt him reach for my belt. He fumbled with it and I unleashed it and unzipped my jeans. He looked up into my eyes and told me I was so hot. I kissed him again and he took my hard cock in his hands. His hands were cool but were soft. His grip was firm. I pressed myself into him again and he turned his head slightly to let me kiss his neck. He then pushed me back gently and went down on his knees and took me into his mouth.
"Oh my God!" I said in a part whisper. "That's fucking amazing, Cam. Oh God, don't stop!" He did a lip dance on the head of my cock then took me deep. He did this back and forth until I was about to cum. I stopped him. I then undid his pants. His cock popped out. It was bigger than I thought it would be. I guess body size doesn't dictate dick size after all. I hadn't done this before but I mimicked what he did and he responded with excitement. I reached around and grasped his ass in my hands. His butt felt so good. Fleshy and soft. I licked one finger and stuck it in his ass. Ok, that was much sexier than I thought. I smelled that sex smell like I had on Tyson. There must be something to this. Cam's knees buckled and he moaned. I pulled off his cock and he came. It was a surprise shot since I wasn't touching him. I kind of laughed and he did too. "Wow, that was hot," I said. "Really hot!"
"Fuck," he whispered. I stood up and he wiped the cum off my face with his hand. I kissed him and with a firm grip, he got me off quickly. I shot all over the grass. It was so amazing. We talked lightly back onto the property and it looked like the party was thinning out. I had to find my friends. Cam and I exchanged numbers and hoped we could keep in touch. I felt safe with him. I wasn't worried about him kissing and telling. He was really amazing and I was so glad to meet him again.
I did find Bryce and John. John's girl had "led him on" the whole night. Bryce at least got some head. They claimed they had an awesome time which I was glad for. This would go a long way to securing their friendship.
I dropped them off at their house. It was like 1 am and fortunately we had gotten prior approval to come home late. I parked beside the garage and went in through the kitchen. I went upstairs and saw Ty wandering around his room.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Yeah, how was your big party in the country?" he asked with some sarcasm, I think.
"It was great. Really great," I said with a sense of satisfaction. "You look worried. What's wrong?"
"I'm getting a little hassle from a guy," he said. "Its nothing I can't handle but he and his friend embarrassed me a little at the movie theatre," he said.
"Do you need my help?" I asked, getting a little hot. I thought to myself, you may not have any interest in me but if anyone is messing with you, I will handle it. "I'm serious, Ty, it's not like we have a long history but if you need me, I'm here. I really am," I said seriously.
"That's nice of you. Thank you. So when I need someone whipped up on, I got you. That what you saying?" He laughed at his silliness.
"I'm not your personal thug," I said. He laughed harder. I walked through his room and over to him. "Don't joke, Tyson, I'm not real patient with bullies and all that shit. If you feel threatened, you need to tell me," and I turned to walk through the bathroom into my room.
"Thanks Josh," he said. "I hear you but they will get bored with me."
I went into my room, undressed. There was grass in my jeans where they had been on the ground behind that barn. I was suddenly reminded of Cam and our really hot time we spent. I texted him: Home now. Had so much fun. Take care man. Ur awesome!