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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 3
Sunday came fast and I was tired. Bill had made lunch reservations for us at the club and Ty had tennis practice for the upcoming tennis fundraiser. While I noticed my mom having more and more conversations with the ladies at the club, I found my own familiarity at school growing. If you have to come in new to a school, it's good to be the quarterback. Everyone wanted to be helpful but since I moved during the summer, I didn't think much about the impact of leaving my old school. Going back this weekend and seeing everyone, aside from the experience I had with Cameron, really made me realize how much I missed everyone. I promised my mom I would go through this for her and I think she knows it came at a cost. Everytime we are alone, there is a look or a smile or a touch to my cheek. All in all, however, the change seems to be fine. Coach is already getting announcements from college recruiters and they will be on the scene at upcoming football games.
I have two girls hanging out at my locker. One is cute and downright friendly. The other is a crocodile who is expecting me to drop everything for her. As she expects to be Homecoming Queen, she believes that I will be nominated Homecoming King so we should be together in the event that occurs. I don't care about that stuff. I would rather see someone like Bryce lead the homecoming court. He's smart, styled, and has a winning grin. He looks like a new anchor. I might nominate him myself. In some ways, it's wrong for a newcomer to enter the school senior year and steal the thunder from the guys who have been here from the beginning. I think I'm being noble, not cavalier here.
My playbook for Tyson, I have decided, will include more upfront dialogue. Yes, I am going to "kiss his ass" figuratively. More things like "hey that looks hot'' or "damn man, you look good today." I think it's also time to hit him up more in school so people see us together which might create more peer pressure on him to include me. And yes, I will be at that tennis match routing for him all the way. You should see him in those white shorts. Total turnon!
Bryce and John have talked repeatedly to me about going out of town Saturday night. They thought guys in the country were just rednecks but said they felt more at home than they ever had. Wanted to know when we were going back. The other thing I was very glad for is that they did not make a big deal out of it to the rest of the team. The last thing I wanted was the whole football team trying to insert itself into my past or treating me like I was showing favoritism to Bryce's clique. Don't get me wrong, I think they genuinely like me but I am not one of the clique. That doesn't disappoint me but it's the truth and I know it.
To summarize, I have my finger on the pulse of what's going on around me and keeping quiet has not been a problem. Cam helped relieve some of my frustration and gave me some hot jackoff memories, LOL! As the third game, second home game, approached, a certain apprehension developed among the team. I asked Bryce after practice if he noticed a certain anxiety during practice or was I dreaming it.
"Dude, don't you know who we are playing? Did you hear what coach said? All hands on deck. Absolute focus!"
"Well I heard that but what does it mean?" I asked, stupidly, of course.
"Man, we are about to play the biggest fuckers in the league. These guys are made of cinder block. They don't leave footprints. They leave sinkholes! We will go over your plays tomorrow. We need to have every strategy ready," he informed me, with a look of dismay. "They have handed us our ass every year for five years. They must feed `em six times a day!" he said, shaking his head as we walked out to our cars.
I got home just in time for dinner. Bill came in right behind me. We gathered in the breakfast room and started out with, "hey what do yall know about the team from Morris County we're playing Friday night?"
Tyson said, "Ewwww! It will be bad. Hopefully no one gets hurt!"
Bill said, "well it's been a long time since the colonels have beaten them, Josh. They are big. They are tough. It's going to take some `effort' I would say to bring them down," he said with a raised eyebrow. "The one thing to remember, Josh, is that we never beat them so expectations are low in the community. Don't fret if it doesn't go your way," he said with finality.
I took that as a personal challenge. We played a team like that. Guys like that are great at crushing the line but they typically have only one or two that can run worth a damn. The winning strategy was mind and speed. Trick em and outrun em. "I got this," I thought to myself.
I got a text from Cam: "Gonna be watching you Friday night on tv. #1fan!"
"Oh wow," I said out loud, sitting in the family room watching some tv with Tyson.
"What?" he asked.
"Got a cool message from my `boy' back home," I said, smirking. "He always ends his texts # 1 fan," I explained.
Tyson looked up curiously, "Really," he said matter of factly. "Who is that?"
"He's a really sweet guy, kind of reminds me of you," I said. "Will text him back when I go upstairs," and went back to watching tv, leaving that in the air for him to grasp. I never said a little competitiveness wouldn't be part of the plan. Cam just gave me the ammo right then and there. Hahaha! I saw Ty's lips purse and it made me feel so good. Like he was dying to know more. I wasn't sharing and he was afraid to ask. Perfect combination.
Next day back in the locker room, we went over the plays. Again and again. Everyone was in. Everyone was ready. We needed to execute this play at least three solid times to ensure we advanced the necessary yardage for a touchdown. There were several other plays we modified to stick with the "trick and outrun" theme which the coach said he completely agreed with.
Now, I am not spending a lot of time going through classes and hallway discussions with my readers. Unless you want a play by play telling of American Literature, Calculus, and Advanced Biology, I suggest you let me stick to the highlights. I will tell you that I was handed a biology test back where the teacher had circled the word "orgasm" which was supposed to be "organism." Ok, that was hilarious. Also, we have a student teacher getting his "teaching hours" in our history class. He always has a little whispered chit chat with me after class. I'm pretty sure he wants to get fucked but I'm not getting involved with it. I could be imagining things but those little touches to my arm or my shoulder are mysterious.
I guess this was the week when everyone was concerned about my mindset and stability. The coach wanted me to increase the potential of a win against this monstrous team. Having looked them up online, I could see what everyone was talking about. They were big, bulldozed their way through their games, but there was one interesting fact I picked up on.
Coach sat on the corner of his desk, "Now Josh, the plays are good. I like them a lot. Are you ready to improv? What happens if the play goes off the rails? Are they ready?"
"I have talked to the guys about that very fact. Once the ball is out on the field, not much I can do for them. We have practiced the plays with several last minute changes. You have to remind them to keep moving toward and stop looking back. I have a point of interest I will share before we go out there Friday night."
"Good. Real good. Moving forward is right thinking," he said. "What else?"
"Coach, there is one bit of analysis noone has pointed out to me so I did some deeper research," I said factually. He stiffened his shoulders and said, "go on..."
"Well they win most of the time but they never go to State," I said with some surprise. Coach nodded in agreement. "So I researched the games they had lost and two things come to mind. First, I was right in that they lose to speed. Second, it is always the offense line that either wins the day or saves the day. The defense line is messy and scattered. Our realization of this will put my plays into much better use, don't you think?" I asked, with high hopes he would be impressed.
"You're a hammer, Josh Warner!" the coach yelled. Caused me to fall back a bit like a shockwave had hit me. I laughed. "You put it together, son," and he leaned forward and said in a low whisper, "now please impart that shit to the rest of the team so we run those fuckers out of town ONE good time. Just...one...good...time," he concluded with his teeth clenched. Well I had never seen Coach Bonham like this. It was kinda scary but exciting at the same time. This is the stuff spectators never see in real life, only in movies. And yes, it is like this in real life sometimes.
My stepfather, Bill Breck, was concerned about my possible first loss. After dinner, he said, "Josh, want to join me in the study?'
"Uh, sure," I said with a noticeable grimace. I looked at Ty who gave that evil chuckle when the shit is about to drop on someone other than himself. Bill and I walked through the very formal living room where the grand piano Ty played was placed, where Ty's boyhood photos were neatly displayed in gold frames. We walked through a heavy oak door into Bill's study. The shelves were lined with books, mostly law books, but a lot of other books as well. There was a large desk centered toward the back of the room facing the back yard. Long burgundy drapes dropped from the ceiling. Ty had said that his mom put those there as they absorbed sound and reduced little echoes because of all the wood. Bill pointed to a dark green leather chair that faced the desk. He sat in the one next to it.
"Josh, just want to check your perspective. I care about you son and I have been so proud and impressed with how things have progressed here. You have built yourself into the fabric of this home and I'm glad to have you here. You hear me, Josh?" he asked.
"Yes sir, I do and thank you for saying that. It's been good. I'm just glad to see my mom so happy," I told him.
"It is me, Josh, that is reeling in the happiness. I never thought this house would come back to life again. Ty and I were stuck in a myre and it was eating us alive. You and your mom have revived us. You have no idea," he added softly. "Now listen, this game Friday night, you' had a good streak winning the first two games. This one may go differently. There are two scenarios. First, you lose but the team gives it's all and it's close. Second, it's a complete wipe out and they leave the field looking like Ground Zero. What's your take on it?" he asked.
"Well Bill, those are certainly two possibilities but you left out the third. There is a chance we win. It could happen. We have prepared in ways we never have. We have researched and found their pain points. We have a strategy that elevates this to a whole new "ballgame"," I added, "no pun intended." Bill laughed.
"I don't want you to be disappointed, Josh. Sounds like your feet are on the ground. Just keep your nose out of the air, you understand?" he asked. I nodded in agreement.
"Josh," he said, on another note, "are things ok with Ty? I don't see a lot of interaction but what I do see is at least friendly, but basic. Really basic. Are there any issues there I can help you with?" he asked, crossing his legs, like gentlemen do.
"No sir, Ty is just fine. We did discuss the notion of getting out and doing some things but it would be best after the season because he knows I'm really focused and he has things going on too. I'm hoping Christmas will be a good time for all of us," I said, trying to dodge the fact he may suspect I'm in love with his son.
"That's some good thinking. Yes, this is a busy season for you both. Keep it in perspective. I like it!" he said and I stood and he followed me to the door. With a pat on my butt, I exited the room and he closed the door behind me. He always did an hour's work in the evening. Said it was the time he needed to catch up on things.
I went upstairs to my room to relax and think things over and I was surprised when Ty knocked on the bathroom door and came in. He didn't come in here often so it took me by surprise. He took a seat in the chair by my bed and asked how I was doing.
"Doing ok little man," I said casually. "What about you?"
"Well Josh, I don't try to give you advice because you don't ever seem to need it but I want to say something about tomorrow. I know you take football more seriously than anything and there's a lot of pressure about this game but I want you to know something. I think you are amazing and I believe you will do all that you can do tomorrow night. Whatever happens, it's just a game and things will move on. I like the strong, confident Josh. I dread seeing you defeated." I nodded, not feeling any need to respond. This was a noble gesture, I thought.
"I mean, either you win and you can come home and yell it through the roof or you lose and you walk away quietly. No sulking or pouting or feeling sorry for yourself. Either way, more people trust you than you realize. You have built a real name for yourself at BHS and, well, we are all going to be rooting for you, Josh. You're the man," he said with a big smile. He leaned forward and put his hand on my right pec. "Just as I thought, hard as a rock. You're so solid, Josh!" He got up and as he was about to exit through the bathroom door, I said, "hey Ty, thanks for that. It means more to me than you know. I'm not the only man in this house, though. You're impressive in your own right. You are so crisp and clean, so put together. You play an awesome game of tennis and you are a great musician. If I'm up there, you're up there with me," I added. He smiled and nodded appreciatively. He put one finger and said, "Let me tell you something else, Josh. That thing where you try to mess up my hair every morning before school, well it was funny the first time but it's not anymore. If you should actually succeed in messing up my presentation before school, I will smite you. It will be bad," he said with an evil chuckle. "The force is strong with me. Remember me telling you that?" he asked.
"Yeah I remember and I don't doubt it and I will contend that your `presentation' is nice but that dress down look where your hair drapes down into your eyes and you have to tilt your head, well that looks good too. Just saying."
"Really. Is that how your friend's hair "back home" does?"
"Oh," I thought, "He went there did he?"
"Maybe. You are lucky that you have multiple good looks, Ty. I have one look. It's this," I said pointing to my body. "Always just this."
He said, "I will ponder what you suggested. Perhaps I should diversify," and with that he pranced back through the bathroom and into his room shutting off the bathroom light behind him.
Wow! I mean holy crap! That was a real moment between Ty and me. I mean, we really just said those things to each other. I should have been hard as a rock but I was too shocked. My adrenaline was pumping now. That was progress!
I woke up in the middle of the night with a hardon that would not go away. I don't usually get into this with the readers but I needed to share. Images flooded my brain. I remembered Cam sucking on my cock. I thought of how his cock tasted in my mouth. I got harder. I was at my full seven inches. I pictured Ty down on his knees with my cock in his mouth. Those lips sucking me in. I pictured his lips pressed to mine as I kissed him and ran my fingers through his soft, messed up hair. I pictured Cam's boy butt in those jeans years ago and what it would be like to feel myself in him. I stroked and edged myself. I thought of my tongue licking Ty's amazing asscrack, tasting his boyhole. I imagined what it would look like to cum on his ass, to see my thick load, slipping down his crack and into his ass. I came. Oh my God, it was intense. One shot hit my backboard, the next hit my face, then the rest pelted my abs. I breathed heavily, almost panting. Ok, that was incredible. I must have needed that for sure. I got up to get a towel to clean it up then went back to sleep. Sleep was good after that.
The morning went by fast. Some toast and a hard boiled egg. Mom knew what I liked on game day. The school day was a blur. There was a big prep rally at 3. The whole school was there. The principal and the coach put a lot of emphasis on a short, two game winning streak, suggesting a third could be forthcoming. The team was introduced, the cheerleaders showed us their new routine, where they stood on each other and each flipped off. I don't know how they do that. The marching band played the school song and everyone stamped their feet in the bleachers. Ok, good fun but my mind was somewhere else.
It was 6:30 pm and we were gathered in the locker room. Coach had given us his thoughts on the game ahead of us. "Josh, the floor is yours!"
I stood there looking at the team. Man you could feel the anxiety.
"Team, I watched some Discovery Channel this summer and you know what I learned about sharks?" Everyone was focused. "I learned that sharks cannot look backwards and they cannot swim backwards! In fact, a shark must constantly swim forward to stay alive! That's our game tonight! There is no looking back like the idiot in the horror movie who looks back for the monster, only to trip on a root or something, fall, then get eaten by the monster! Get me?" Everyone laughed a bit. "Our plays are built on forward moves! Our strategy is based advancing toward the goal! Don't let these big boys scare you. We're faster and we're smarter. Again, as I have said, it is a pleasure to play with you and serve with you out there on that field. Celebrate! Remember! Forgive! Now let's go!" With that the roar could be heard clean out to the bleachers. Coach shook his head at me. "Remarkable," he said. "Love the shark shit, son," he said and we cracked up as we headed out to face the hardest game.
So let me abbreviate this for you. It was the end of 1st Quarter and Morris County had scored a touchdown. At the beginning of 2nd Quarter, we scored a touchdown. At the end of 2nd Quarter, Morris County scored again, this time with a field goal. As we headed back to the locker room for half time, I could feel the anguish in my body. I was getting tired. Every move we made took that much effort. The pushing, falling, running, stretching this way and that, chasing the ball with our eyes and with our bodies. It was a lot. I walked into the locker room and found a bunch of guys who had nearly lost the will to live. Heads were hanging low, torsos being held up by elbows on knees.
"Hey!" I yelled. "What is going on in here? Y'all look pitiful!" I said. Coach spoke up and said, "I was thinking the same thing!"
"Hey, do you think this game is over? I don't think so. So what, we are down one touchdown? Oh my God, it's just one touchdown and we have two more quarters to go! I'm not giving up. Anybody in here wanna give up, then go home!" They perked up at my strong words.
Coach said, "Josh is right. If y'all need to go home and freshen up or give your mommas a big hug, be my guest!" We did get a chuckle out of that.
John yelled, "Go on Marky, you know you want a hug from your mother!"
"So what if I do! I might want one from your momma too!" he sneered. Now my team was back in action. "Guys, this is where we will execute stage 3 of our strategy. Be on the lookout for the two man, three man trick. Be prepared to watch for the runners along the edge! No giving up here yet. Lets crush these guys for the rest of this game! Now let's get out there and show those cheerleaders some love!" and everyone bounded for the door.
So the 3rd Quarter was a close race. We were able to advance, then with a strong throw, and another pass, Hal Caitlin ran the ball across the goal line for a touchdown that brought us within 2 points of Morris County. Ol' boy nearly had a seizure. He was jumping and thrashing. The three man trick had worked like a charm twice. You can't play that a third time so I switched it to the two man trick. A certain part of the team was on the lookout for the third man and they got confused. The runners had sprinted, one to the left of the field and the other to the right. The ball advanced. We advanced some more. While we had been successful at preventing Morris County from scoring again, we, ourselves, needed another touchdown or two!. We were 3 points away from a win. That's when I implemented the final play. The Big Dick, as we named it. A combination of the two man trick, hence two balls behind me and one guy straight out in front of me, at the end of the field, looking like he's picking his nose, posing no threat to anyone.
The ball hiked to me, I did my spin facing off with my two guys who formed in behind me. They took off, running for their lives. While the linemen crushed the front line, I had two in the wind. Their guards went after them, just as suspected. However, what no one knew at that precise moment, I still had the ball! Oh yeah, I took aim in the sky, could tell the wind was blowing just slightly to the east, I drew back and like a perfectly greased wheel, rolled that ball into the air, over the heads of the crushers, down the field and toward the goal line. You could feel everything moving in slow motion. All eyes in the stands were on the ball. It headed directly toward it's intended goal and found it's intended recipient. Bryce Chatley stood there waiting, keeping an eye on the opponent. One of Morris County's boys stepped in behind him just as he caught the last pass of the night, two feet from the goal line. He did not look back. He PUSHED back and pushed hard. He surprised the guy and they both fell back over the goalline, Bryce holding that ball like it was his child. And there it was, the last touchdown. The winning touchdown. The referees ran to the spot. No one moved. The hands went up and confirmation was given. That was the touchdown that would forever change the Colonels' lives.
I wish I could describe the craziness that ensured. People were everywhere. The coach came running out onto the field. Camera men and press and school officials came out. Morris County stood there looking dumbfounded. Their coach attempted to call a time out or something. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Denial, I guess. Seriously? It was over dude! Cheerleaders were jumping up and down and the marching band didn't know what to play so they just blew horns and wrapped on drums. The next thing I knew I was hauled up onto some shoulders. Hal, Bryce, and Jacob were all up on shoulders with me. There would be no ending to this celebration for a while. Three games into the season, undefeated, and the single worst team we would face had just been defeated.
Later, I was in the locker room shower washing the stink and the toxins from by body when the damn shower curtain flung open. It was Bryce standing there in his football tights.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him over the shower stream. He came into the shower stall with me and I back up. I was butt naked after all. "Dude," he said. "Everyone saw that. That was the greatest play of my life! You did that man. You made that happen. I'm going to kiss you. Hell, I'm going to make out with you right now in this shower!" The guys standing around were roaring with laughter.
"Look Bryce, I'm glad you're feeling all studly tonight but you better get out of this shower stall! I'm way too turned on tonight for this shit!" I said barely containing my laughter.
"Make me!" he said. The laughter was ringing and echoing through the locker room.
"Man, Bryce, if I get full blown hardon in this shower because of you, I'm going to make you suck it! Shove it right down your throat! You would owe me that much, brothah!" I yelled and groped my dick, which was showing life.
First, this was a scene that would have never played out in the country. Second, I have learned that here in the city, when the dirty talk starts up, don't shrink from it. Add to it. It's all good that way.
He pulled me close and gave me a kiss on the cheek, gave my ass a feel then stepped out into the locker room.
"That counts as another touchdown guys!" Everyone cheered.
"Hey Bryce," he stopped and looked back at me, with flashes in his eyes, "sometime in the future, when you're running for mayor or some shit, I'm going to tell them how you groped me in the locker room showers!"
"And I'm going to tell them, it was worth it, stud!" He looked at me, with a settled face, a calm face and whispered, "thank you." There again, one of those moments like in Friday Night Lights. It really does happen in real life. My eyes stung for a moment as they cleared out. That was a funny scene with Bryce. I thought he was a bit forward though. Was he a possibility? Could he be doable? He was definitely hot, in a homegrown, nice boy, sort of way. But no, I'm not on that mission, other fish to fry.
Later, back at home, it was late and the house was dark. The family had done some celebrating of our own. I have never seen Bill Breck so excited, my mom was running the kitchen. Bryce and his parents stopped by for a few minutes on their way home. We had to relive it, had to tell some of our field secrets to the dads. Then, again, quiet settled in.
I was in the bathroom, standing there in my clean white briefs. I was staring at my body, my broad shoulders, my narrow waist, my bulge which looked hot. Damn, I looked good tonight. My cells and muscles and veins were all working together after all that adrenaline. My cock had turned semi hard and pressed against the fabric. I looked hot. I reached down and gave my bluge a gentle feel, which turned my cock on even more. Just then, Tyson opened the bathroom door and asked what I was doing.
"Uh, Ty, I'm kind of having a moment here if it's not obvious," I said in a low growl.
He looked at me, eyes wide as pie pans. "Oh, um, well, I, um,:" and with that he gave up. I advanced toward him. In that low growl I asked, "did you enjoy the game tonight?" I stopped just short of him.
"Um Josh, listen, I'm sorry I interrupted your, um, whatever this is," and he tried to back out of the bathroom. I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back in and close to me. I know he could smell me. His body was stiff as a board.
Again, in that whisper, "What did you think of the game? I thought of you while I was out there," I told him. "You've been so cool. I hoped you were watching." My hand wandered down to my bulging package and I let it rest there. His eyes followed the movement. He breathed in deeply.
"Josh," he said in a matched whisper, "yes I was watching you have never looked more amazing. Now it's one in the morning. I need to get to bed and you need to finish whatever you were doing." He turned and I followed him back through the door.
"Josh, you need to stop taunting me. I'm feeling like a vampire right now. My fangs are all out and I'm picturing things, and, well, I feel like I might bleed you dry. Now, go to bed!" and he pushed me back into the bathroom but not before I rubbed my bulge against him and he shuddered. I know he wanted to feel it. I'm sure he wanted to suck it. My dick almost popped out of the briefs like a total boner just as he shut the bathroom door. Two games tonight, one win, one in progress!
Honestly, I talk so big. So what if I get him? What am I going to do with him? Would I come out for him? Would Bill throw me and my mom out? I'm too tired and wired to think about all that.
Thoughts?