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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 38
My stepfather had a plan to get me out of the house to run errands with him prior to Ty and me going to the basketball game. Under the circumstances, I was obliged to do most anything he asked. We ran some light errands and ended up at a local diner having sandwiches for lunch. He eased into the conversation with "So, it's been a week since the incident. I see some new normal developing which is good. How do you feel, Josh?"
"Well, I think it's ok. Dinner last night was a bit dramatic but I think it will get better," I said.
"Yes, I agree. I caught Ty's reference to the Empire Strikes Bank. It rather hurt my feelings but I didn't press it. What your mother and I did was not aimed at hurting you or "striking" out at you," he said.
"Why don't you have this conversation with Ty and me together?" I asked. "I mean, it seems you would want us to understand the same thing at the same time. Just saying..." I added.
"Well, there is a good reason for that. You see, while you two may have a unified front, I don't want it to appear that your parents have a unified front to combat you. You and Ty are distinctly separate boys and as such, our messages need to be tailored. While Ty is my son, your mother is responsible for him and he is accountable to her. You are your mother's son but I am responsible for you and you are accountable to me. This isn't going to be a "your mother and me against you and Ty thing" if you know what I'm saying."
"I do. I understand," I said, only partly getting it. "The fact is, telling Principal Dillard impacted Ty worse than it did me so I understand his feelings but I'll support him whatever he has to do. It only affected me in that I had lunch with a student teacher who I've had trouble getting along with until now. He was made aware by the principal and he was able to relate to me in ways I didn't see coming. Now, I really respect him, will probably work harder in his class, even."
"That is a great life lesson, Josh. I'm impressed. Sometimes there is just that bit of information that while withheld, only creates blocks, while the sharing of information can move things along. Thank you for making the point for me," he said with a smile and taking a bite of his sandwich.
"You said something about getting a part time job. When did that idea "strike" you?" I asked, being witty. He laughed.
"Man, I'm never going to be anything but the evil emporerer, am I?" he shot out. I laughed too. "So, please understand that I am not meddling but I have taken steps to help you." I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything.
"I talked to my friend John Burton, who owns the Mercedes dealership, you know from whom I bought your mother's car. So they are willing to take you on in the car detailing area starting in March. It's manual, detailed work, but it will pay well and it will give you flexible hours. A couple of afternoons and a Saturday. With spring and pollen season coming, they will need a lot of work to keep the cars clean and presentable," he said. I was mulling the idea over. It wasn't bad, actually.
"So Josh, the important thing is not whether the work is prominent. I figured since you appreciate the brand and quality of the cars and since you like driving your mom's so much, perhaps you wouldn't mind working for them."
"So you thought to see if you could get me hired?" I said, chuckling a little.
"Its the kind of thing I can get you with one phone call while you would have jumped through hurdles to do on your own. Forgive me if you think I overstepped but the power of relationships is tried and true."
"No, not at all. It's not bad really. I think I could go for that. I do."
"You will see many interesting things happen around a dealership. It will be your job to do as you're told and what you can learn through observation could be meaningful to you down the road. If you want to find something better be my guest but unless they hear otherwise, you start the second week of March," which was 4 weeks away.
"Ok, I think I'm in. Thank you for helping me with that. Hunting for jobs sounds terrible and this sounds pretty good."
"I'm glad. You will literally have your ass sitting in some of the nicest cars in the city!" he said, cracking up and I did too. That was pretty funny coming from him.
"Josh, your mom and I have agreed that we won't slip things under the door regarding you and Ty again but you have to understand, we are truly trying to protect you from potential problems. You can work with me on this?" he asked.
"Yes sir. I understand."
So Ty and I went to the basketball game and you are up to date on that event. On Sunday, mom removed my bandages. The wound was messy but it cleaned up ok. The stitches were hardly noticeable. Ty couldn't resist throwing out the comment that at least there was protection from my little brain seeping out. I hit him with a pillow which started something, causing mom to vacate the room for fear of becoming an accidental target.
The next week wasn't thrilling except to say that Ginny had impromptu conversations with Brett, just in passing. He asked her what my social scene was like, to see if I would hang out with him. She told him I was really busy right now and that she was scrambling to get time with me. I thought that was cute. She said he looked dismayed, maybe deflated. But later, she found him lurking after one of the baseball players. From what I could tell about that guy, just at parties and what not, he might go for "down low" fun but would Brett rake him across the coals? I don't know and it wasn't any of my business. He needed to stay out of my camp. Why didn't he just make friends like normal people? Why create so many problems?
I worked it out so that I could go with Bryce out to his place on the river. Bill thought it was a grand idea, leaving me and Ty to figure that they thought a little separation wasn't such a bad thing. Ty was going out with Tristan and Jack so that he and Tristan could spend some time together and get to know Jack a little better. It seemed to us that Jack and Tristan had become a solid couple. News of Jack had leaked around his school but he hadn't experienced much backlash. A few queer jokes here and there but nothing that got him riled up about.
The Friday afternoon bell at 2:55 is always the most welcomed event. I headed out to the parking lot to find Lisa and Ginny hanging out on a bench. They had become much closer which thrilled me because Ginny was a calming factor to Lisa's high energy. They wished me well in my "gentlemen's fishing excursion" which was funny. We had to remind Lisa that we don't use dogs to bring in the fish!
Bryce picked me up and we drove to my house where I grabbed my weekend bag. Ty pulled in and came through the front door. He came up to find Bryce standing in my doorway.
"Hey champ," said Bryce. "That was a tough week."
"Yes it was. I don't even know why," Ty said. "Can you give us a minute?" Ty asked. Bryce slipped out of the room into the den.
"Josh, I'm gonna miss you," Ty said. I pulled him to me.
"I'm gonna miss you too but it's going to be fun. I will really enjoy this," I said. I loved the look he gave me, his eyes kind of sad but also excited for me.
"I know what else you might miss," he said, fiddling with my shirt collar.
"What?" and he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were wet and soft and I agreed with him.
"Maybe some things might get better. Maybe it's the "right time right place" Mr. Burch told me about? Let's hope!" I said.
"I hadn't thought of that. That's a good thought!" Ty said. I kissed him again and left with my bag in hand. On the way down the steps, I gave him a silently worded "I love you" and he blew me a kiss.
"You two are disgusting," said Bryce as we left through the front door.
The drive out to the country was cool. It was cold outside but it was sunny. Bryce and I agreed you can do anything on a cold sunny day. We played the music through his Bose speakers loud as we rode out the winding road leading to the James River. I had never been out here. You could tell this was valuable real estate. There were old houses out this way that looked like weekend retreats. There were grand places behind gates. Then we turned down a narrow road that led to some smaller houses. Bryce's house was a two story house with a drive that led up to the porch.
"Is this the front door or the back?" I asked jokingly.
"I don't know," he said, causing me to crack up. He pulled out a key and we entered the house. Everything was tidy and well placed. There was a small living room on one side and a bedroom on the other. Then down the hall was an eat in kitchen and a nice size den with a big fireplace. There was a door that led out to a big porch with a hammock attached at one end and a sofa on the other. The view of the river was amazing.
"Fuck, Bryce. This place is so cool. I could honestly live like this full time!" I said.
"I sometimes feel that way too," he said. We took our things upstairs to the two bedrooms. His room was on one side and his sister's was on the other.
"You can put your things in there," he said, pointing to Julia's room.
"Ew, I'm not sleeping in your sister's bed stupid!"
"We rent the place out dumbass. It's not her room all the time!"
"We'll see how the night goes as to where I sleep. I might be passed out in front of the fireplace."
"You might have to push me out of the way," he said, laughing and leading me back downstairs. We unloaded his cooler. There was beer and a bottles of wine. There were eggs, two steaks, some potatoes and some other snack items in bags along with some bread and ham. We had a well stocked fridge to get us through the weekend. I grabbed a beer and popped the tab. The saltiness hit my tongue quickly and tasted so good. Bryce grabbed one and we headed outside so he could show me around. We walked out to a shed where their supplies were stored. There were fishing rods and tackle, a grill, boots and life jackets and other tools. He pulled out some rods and the tackle.
"We'll sort out this stuff tonight so we can get to fishing tomorrow," Bryce said. We lugged the stuff back up to the porch. We threw the beer cans into a garbage bag and popped open a second. He opened a bag of chips, turned on the stereo in the den which speakered out onto the porch and we sat out in the sun and relaxed. We had to wear jackets as it was definitely cool and there was a wind. I think there is always a wind where there is water.
Bryce asked for a rundown of my weekend event and he asked so nicely I didn't mind giving it to him. My emotions surrounding the weekend were softening and I wasn't so emotional anymore. He didn't say much but I could tell by his eyes when he was shocked by something. The hotel experience is the one that caught everyone off guard.
By the time I finished the story and another beer, it was almost 6 and he said it was time to fire up the grill and cook the steaks. We boiled some potatoes and mashed them but we didn't have any milk so they were just "smashed" potatoes but they were good with the steak and the beer. We laughed and talked about a lot of things over dinner. It was after dinner he said, "and I have an additional treat!" I couldn't imagine what it was until he came back downstairs with a joint.
"Oh my God where did you get that?" I asked in shock.
"Haha I have my sources," he said.
"I haven't done that in a long time," I said as pot was not my usual thing.
"Me either. Lets go outside," and with beers in hand, we lit that thing and passed it back and forth until it was gone. I hate the taste but wow, I felt so good. I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time.
"So, I'm still hung up on this thing, Bryce. Is that the front porch or the back porch?" I asked, sounding like I was asking what the meaning of life was. He cracked up and so did I. And we laughed for a while. When we calmed down, Bryce asked, "sorry what was the question again?" and we started the crack up all over again. I had to pee so I went inside and relieved myself. I checked my phone and saw a couple of texts. I'm sure I responded but probably sounded stupid. When I went back out outside, Bryce was missing. I didn't see him anywhere.
"Oh my God!" I thought to myself. "They have come and taken Bryce!" and paranoia completely took over. I stepped off the porch quietly and peered into the darkness. A cold breeze blew my hair and I could see my breath.
"Bryce," I whispered and didn't hear anything. I walked around to the edge of the house and carefully peeked around the corner, as if someone might be on the other side It was thick with trees so he wouldn't be there. I looked at the shed and my heart sank. "Christ Jesus, he is in there with his head cut off. It's just like in the movies!" I thought. I walked as quietly to the shed as I could and I discovered, just like in the scary movies, when you step on a stick a certain way, it really does make that "crack!" I felt like I had stepped on a firecracker. I jumped in terror and lunged toward the shed and threw open the door. I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't see him in there.
"Fuck Bryce, Where are you? Where are you?" and my crazy senses were in total control. I couldn't make heads or tails of anything. I thought I heard crunching in the woods and I wondered if it was a mean dog on the loose. I have heard about packs of dogs roaming the woods. "Fuck, just what I need. A fucking mean dog!" Then, in the darkness, down by the river, I saw a movement. That's when I figured they had dragged Bryce to the river and were going to drown him. I rushed down the path toward the river and I was shocked as hell at what I found. Bryce was standing on the edge of the river in that "karate kid" pose, with his left foot raised and his arms outstretched.
"What the fuck are you doing, dumbnut!" I screamed.
"Shhh!" he hissed. "I'm focused on worldly and intellectual order. Don't interrupt me!" and he closed his eyes to meditate some more.
"You scared the shit out of me!" and I was struck by a sudden anxiety as the sound of that statement was much like what I heard in the hospital for an entire day. I felt like I had an epiphany so I decided to join him. I stood by him on the edge of the river. I struck the same pose, lifting my right leg. All I could feel was that the sound of the running water was peaceful but it made me want to pee again. I broke the pose and kicked a wad of dirt at him.
"You are full of shit, Bryce Chatley!" I barked and headed to the house. I heard him crack up. He ran up behind me and tackled me into the leaves and, try as we might, neither of us could fight worth a damn. We just howled with laughter and rolled around in the leaves. I liked the wrestling. It was lively but affectionate.
"Come on turd, I have to pee and I need another beer!" and I dragged him up to his feet. We went in and in no short order, wiped out the bag of chips. Bryce had the good sense to cut the gas from the grill off and we settled into the den floor and watched something on TV. I told him to put on Yellowstone but it wasn't on. I didn't get that because Ty has it DVR'd. There was no DVR out here. And cable was only basic channels.
"Cheap!" I said.
"We would have to pass the cost on to the renters and they don't come out here to watch cable!" he said causing us both to laugh. "They come up here to fish and grill out," he suggested.
"And...to fuck!" I added.
"Oh definitely that!" he said. And speaking of fucking, I felt a slight twinge, like I found that thought to be very exciting. Where was Ty when I needed him?
"What time is it?" I asked.
"You're wearing the watch," he observed. It was almost 11:30 pm.
"Holy shit! We have killed the whole night!" I said.
"Time flies baby!" he said, and oooh, the "baby" thing hit my nerves with electricity. "Let's hit the bed so we don't waste the whole day tomorrow," he said, leading me upstairs. He walked into Julia's room and turned the light on. Have everything you need?" he said, warbling just slightly.
"Fuck this. I'm not in some bed and breakfast. I'm not staying in here by myself," and I left the room and went into his room. I yanked the covers back, slipped off my shoes and jeans and hoodie, and climbed into his bed. It was a queen bed so it was roomy.
"Brother, you are not sleeping in my bed tonight. I won't get a wink of sleep!"
"There is plenty of room. Now get in so it'll warm up."
"What if you fart? I can't be in the bed with that!"
"What if you fart?" I retorted. "It will surely be worse than anything I can produce!" He walked over to the other side of the bed and kicked his clothes off and slipped in. He turned off the lamp and it was dark. There was some moonlight but it flickered with the wind.
"I was terrified earlier. I thought someone had kidnapped you," and he laughed.
"I heard you rustling around but I thought you were playing hide and seek," he said,which sounded so stupid. We were definitely still high or drunk or both.
"With who?" and we cracked up. "That was some good weed. I don't think I will ever come down," I said.
"Yeah, I knew a 5 inch stick would hold us over really good. I have another one for tomorrow night," he said.
"Bryce," I said, in a very serious tone, "you know you have been one fucking awesome friend this year. I really need you to know that," I said.
"And you, despite all the attention you get, have never made me feel one bit competitive. One of the few friends that has never set standards for me. I love you, man," he said, genuinely.
"That is a fine complement. Never knew that was a problem but I know the feeling. We spend so much time living it for other people, we never know what we are living for ourselves," I said, pleased with my insight.
"Exactly."
"My mom slapped my wrist the other night," I said.
"You probably deserved it," he said with a cackle.
"No, dude, she smacked the hell out of it, like it hurt and surprised me all at the same time," and I could feel his stare intensify.
"Really. What caused her to do that?"
"I said "fuck" at the table."
"My mom might have stabbed me with a knife if I did that," he offered.
"Err, that's a bit exaggerated."
"How are things with the parents now that the secret is out?"
"It's ok. Getting a lot of "one on one" conversations and what not. Bill says that he won't address Ty and I together often because he doesn't want us getting a unified front and shit."
"Oh that makes sense. He's a smart man. You can't outrun him. You and Ty unified would make a difficult bunch to manage," he said, and it wasn't funny. It was kind of real.
"They told Dillard and he told "certain" teachers so they will be on the lookout for trouble."
"Oh! Now that is shocking. Telling Dillard is a big deal," Bryce said.
"What's the total impact if I come out?"
"I don't know. Haven't' been any new outings in a while, and, well, your case is special, isn't it. I mean, once you decide you're gay, it seems you only have a short adjustment period before it comes out, by you or someone else." Bryce said. I just did pick up on his wording.
"Deciding? What was that?"
"You know, once you like, realize or come to the decision," and I stopped him,
"Surely Bryce, you know by now there is no choice. I didn't decide anything. I concluded."
"Ok, that is a better word. But, dude, could you fuck a girl when you're horny enough?"
"I could. I thought about it recently, out there where Ricky goes to school. This black chick, like she was so gorgeous I know I would have done it. I thought about her for a couple of days!"
"So when are you for sure that you're gay?"
"Well, that's where being human outweighs labels." He looked at me with confusion. "Dude, you can fuck anyone you want. It's that conditioning, living for other people, we just talked about that says you have to do what everyone else wants. We are sooo caught up with labels. I mean, if people think that being gay means you prance in around your mom's shoes everyday and pray a wig falls out of the sky and onto your head, well that's not what gay is." Bryce was listening very intently but he snickered. I didn't know where I came up with that.
"What about bisexuals then?" he asked.
"Well, they are actively exploring sex with guys and girls and see? We have to put a label on that!"
"I get what you're saying. So, if a guy gives you a blowjob, that does not make you gay."
"That's right. So what if he does? There are two problems. One, you feel guilty because you hear your friends' voices making fun of you in the locker room and two, he goes and tells people and embarrasses the shit out of you. Those are the two big problems you run into. I understand the nature of confidentiality so much now. Ty and I have asked that of you all and you have given it to us but anyone of you could have blown us up by now. I will never forget how trusted y'all have been."
"You're totally worthy it, even if you are an asshole," said Bryce.
"The support means a lot."
"Support? What the fuck are you talking about Josh? We aren't here to support you. It's much bigger than that. We are here to defend and protect. Ask anyone in the group. You and Ty are designed to make it. The intent is for you two to go all the way, stud! You have lived a life like none of us will live in high school and unless you decide you hate each other, there is nobody who will ever be better for you. We have discussed it, man. As long as we have anything to say about it, it is you and Ty forever. Whatever!" said Bryce.
"Holy crap. I'm speechless."
"I wasn't supposed to tell you that. That's why Ginny is going after Brett. She has filled us in and if he persists, I will be Tier 2 response." I cracked up.
"Calling Tier 2! Are you there Tier 2? Whew that's some funny shit." Bryce laughed. "Lisa totally has Ty's back. Anything about him comes her way and she is on point." It sounded a lot like Dillard's plan, really. Plan and deploy little spiders who can spring on their prey in a moment's notice. Hmmm!
"I told my mom you thought she was hot," I said, changing the subject.
"What the fuck! You didn't? Man, you don't tell shit like that. So much for that confidentiality shit you just spouted. She probably thinks I'm like some high school perv now!"
"I needed a diversion tactic when she found Ty and me sleeping on the couch together, besides, she said you were a strapping stud!" I said. His mouth flew open and he gasped.
"Well in that case, I was providing indirect protection. I can buy that!" Bryce said. Now that was funny too. "But I don't need your mom, dude, I have her stud son right here in the bed with me."
"Haha, you couldn't handle my shit. This is some good booty!" I said, feeling between my legs and all of a sudden, I felt so sensual. That touch felt so amazing.
"What are you doing? Are you feeling yourself up?" Bryce asked. "In MY bed?"
"Dude, I just had the most amazing sensation. Must be the aftereffects of that pot."
"I know, I have some tingles too. I felt tingly twice already. I thought it was just me."
"Tingly? Only you can get away with saying that and whatever is "just you" is totally hot, Bryce."
"No it's not. I'm not very hot, I don't think."
"Yes you are. "We" all think so," I laughed.
"Really? That's cool as shit to hear man. Now if I could get the ladies to think so."
"You practically have Lees climbing on your lap dude. Why don't you just give in and say you two are all in, at least til graduation."
"I'm not a closer. My dad said I'm not a closer. My mom ruined me by raising me genteel," he said.
"Genteel? Seriously? What the fuck does that mean?"
"Well mannered, thoughtful, sincere, all that shit. I'm too timid to "press"," Bryce said sarcastically.
"Dude, you have class. That will take you a lot further than being a righteous asshole!"
"I hope so but it doesn't mean much to the girls who like bad boys."
"Fuck that. The bad boys only get them pregnant or in trouble. You are long term, Bryce. You will be the real deal when your time comes." So all this talk was proving to be "right place right time" because I was horny as fuck. My dick had tingled itself to near half hardon status. I absolutely could not control myself any further. The warmth emanating from Bryce's body, the softness of his voice, the beautiful shape of his face and lips were burning me up. I reached out and pinched his nipple. It was totally unplanned, totally unexpected.
"Owww! What did you do that for?" he shouted.
"Shhh. Why did the chicken cross the road?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"To see what was on the other side. Man, I wanted to see what it felt like."
"You have felt Ty's titty for crying out loud. Pinching mine couldn't have been illuminating!"
"It was, actually," because I reached down under the covers and felt his cock. It was hard, very hard and he was hung and it felt so good!
"God almighty! Now you're touching my cock? This is fucked up Warner!" and he threw the covers off. I could see the outline of it in his boxers as he attempted to leave the bed. I took his arm and pulled him back.
"Bryce, you're hard as a rock and it's amazing, fantastic actually. Sorry to tell you dude. I'm an excellent judge."
"Do you think so?" he asked. "Really?"
"Oh yes. You have a curve. Reminds me of Ty but it's a bit bigger," and my mouth was dry and my heart was racing. I picked up my phone, I entered Ty's name.
<Hey you there?>
"Damn, Josh. I didn't expect all this. What are you doing?" he asked.
"Shhh," I hissed.
"I'm not sure if we should stay together. This seems really strange," and his voice was quivering with indecision.
"Hold on, would you?" My phone beeped.
<Hey, you ok? Whats wrong?>
<What would you think if i told you it can be fixed?>
<it? Fixed? Right place right time?>
<who is with you?>
just bryce. We been talking. I can fix it if you tell me to do it>
<Do you love me?>
There, I wasn't asking again. It was time to drop all pretenses that guys are meant to have and fuck one dick all their lives. Bryce didn't know it but he was going to resolve this "hardon" problem and I was going to give him something in return for all his "protection."
"Bryce,"
"Huh?"
"It's time I show you some shit and as long as you keep your mouth shut and stay on course," and I kissed him. I sucked his bottom lip in the way a sweet plump lip is supposed to be sucked. He didn't fight back. I touched his face and he pushed his tongue into my mouth then, as if stuck with fear, he pushed me away.
"Goddamn, Josh. That is totally fucked up and you know it! Fuck!"
"Fucked up in whose eyes? Your friends? Your mom's? Who's? You can't tell me that didn't give you the thrill of your life!" I shouted at him. He was silent. "I told you to keep quiet and stay the course. Now, just give up. Let go of the voices, the taunts, and the Sunday school lessons," and I kissed him again, this time, working my way down to his left pec and sucking on his tit then to his right pec, which were both so defined and solid. He moaned. I tongued him down his torso and without hesitation, lowered his boxers to reveal his beautiful, rock hard, cock. I swooped down on it in one gulp. His legs trembled and he moaned in a high pitched voice.
"Oh Josh. I have never...Gawd..." and he didn't finish his statement. I bobbed up on and down letting my spit soak his cock creating a slippery effect. His moans and pants told me he was going to be a short timer.
I rolled onto my back, pulling him to my side.
"Josh, what are we doing? What is Ty going to say?"
"I just cleared it with him. You have a purpose you are not aware of. I will tell you later. Defend and protect," I said. I spread my legs a bit and took his hand in mine. Without losing eye contact, I led his hand down to my cock which he grazed. His eyes got so big. It felt so amazing. It was fully hard for the first time in a long time. I was barely able to speak. I was so turned on. I continued leading his had to that place between my legs.
"Touch my hole, Bryce," I whispered.
"Josh," he said with a trembling voice, "I can't touch your ass."
"Yes you can. It's cleaner than you can imagine. Touch it," I insisted and I pressed his fingers into my ass crack. The touch caused me to literally lift my ass off the bed. I moaned out. I inched my face toward his and made him kiss me again. His fingers probed and tapped my hole sending shock waves through my body. I brought his hand back up to my face. I could smell my pheromones on his fingers. I stuck his finger in my mouth and loaded it up with spit. I pressed it back down to my hole and this time he entered me. My body shook all over. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around him. He kept probing me.
"Why is this turning me on so much? I am so fucked," he growled. "I am inside you. Fuck!"
"No, stud, it's me who is fucked," and I practically plastered myself to him, to his body. The arm he was laying on reached under and locked around me.
"Fuck me, Bryce. I need you so much. I need a man like you. I really do," I said. I rolled onto my back again and he rolled on top of me.
"Warner, you're gonna pay for this. This makes no fucking sense, high or not. I don't know what to..."
"Shhh. Quit thinking. Close the deal, brothah!" I spread my legs and felt his erection press between my legs.
"You don't think I'm going in there do you?"
"Close the fucking deal Bryce!" I jumped up and moved to the dresser and picked up my overnight bag. There was a small bottle of lube in there we had taken to Asheville. I fell back on the bed and before Bryce could object, I swiped his cock with the lube.
"What the fuck is that?" he asked.
"It's Wet Lube. You don't have lube?"
"Nothing like that. I almost shot a load!" I lined him up neatly on top of me. I lifted my legs and let him find his way there. With our mouths locked in a deep, passionate kiss, his dick found its target. He entered me forcefully, fast-like.
"Oww! Slow down!" I ordered. He froze. I let myself relax a little, and grabbing his firm smooth ass, I guided him in some. His body felt so amazing. I was so used to Ty's light weight body. This muscular frame, full of heat and power, was about to singe me. I kept guiding him until he was all the way in. My dick was like a steel rod. I grabbed the back of his head to keep his face close to mine.
"You are amazing, Bryce. So amazing," I whispered.I could smell him, feel his warm breath. I saw a flicker of light bounce off his eyes.
"I never thought anything would feel this good," he responded. He started to buck lightly. His cock hit spots that had never been touched. My body humped with him to meet his thrusts. He got faster and he was moaning so loud. He pushed my legs back, folding me. He got rough, almost out of control and it hurt.
"Stop, stop, stop!" I panted, gripping his body to hold him still.
"I'm not a fuck toy. I'm a novice at this, except for Ty," I said. "You're only my second." He grinned at me.
"Seriously? I'm the second guy ever?" he asked, with satisfaction.
"Yes Bryce. Now give it to me slow...and...hot," I growled. He lowered his body onto mine. My legs wrapped around him. He started thrusting again. He kissed me when he pushed in and his face pulled back when his cock backed out. I grabbed his ass cheeks which were tight and firm. I would love to have this ass one time. I thought that I should have given him some tongue but I doubt he was prepared for anything like that. My cock was twitching and pulsing. I tried to get my hand between us but he was too heavy.
"Lift up," I said, trying to push him up. "Lift up!" I whispered again.
"Stop Josh. Shhh," he said and he kept fucking me and I had to give in. I threw my hands back and felt my body changing. My insides were on fire. I could barely focus enough to see.
"Fuck babe, I'm cumming! I'm cuummminnnggg!" and I felt all that blocked up energy I had blow out of my cock and saturate our bodies. I felt like I was cumming inside and out. I think I knew what Ty had felt on those occasions.
"Oh goddamn what is that?" and he lifted up to see cum shooting and flowing from my cock. It was thick and filled our nostrils with that odor. He looked at me with wildness in his eyes and began slowing down. His thrusts became slower and slower and I couldn't move or speak. I just laid there.
"Hey, you ok?" he asked. I nodded that I was. "I don't think I have ever seen anything like that before," he said, remaining still inside me.
"It's time to pull out. BUT, you have to come out slow, Bryce. I mean it," and he did, letting his cock slip out gently. I lowered my legs which felt like they had cramps as I had squeezed him so hard. He got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off.
"Bring me a towel," I said. He came back into the room and was about to throw the towel at me.
"Stop! Where is my genteel friend?" I asked. He sat down beside me and helped me wipe up the cum which was a lot. I mean, there was a lot. I think that smell is only sexy in the first thirty seconds after cumming. After that, it's well, pungent.
"Damn, Josh. I don't know what just happened," and he shook his head.
"Don't you need to cum, Bryce? I mean you certainly deserve to," I said.
"Oh I did, already," he responded. "Don't think I could hold back watching you bust like that," he said. I laughed. I pulled him down into the bed. I let him get back on the right side and I pulled him close to spoon me. He draped an arm over me and I felt so secure, like a force field was placed over me. My head was screaming all sorts of things including hangover but the message I tried to focus on was, "I'm fixed. Now get me back to Ty!"
We must have fallen asleep instantly but there was a point where I was awakened by the light. It was like a bright sun shining in my face. Bryce was out of the bed and moving around.
"What are you doing?" I croaked. According to my watch it was 4:15 am.
"Holy shit, Wanre, we have to get this place cleaned up. It's a damn mess in here. People will know fucked for weeks! Weeks!" he shouted. "Get up, you need to help me!" he said, folding his jeans and hoodie, rushing the towel to the bathroom. "We'll soak that in the shower tomorrow. Don't let me forget! Come on Josh! This is your mess. Help me get it up!"
I thought to myself, "oh shit. Here we go." I climbed out of the bed slowly. My mouth tasted like old piss.
"Bryce, calm down buddy. It's ok. We have plenty of time."
"Fuck you Josh. We will never get this place cleaned well enough."
"So what! I'm sure there is a cleaning service now clam the fuck down!" and I grabbed his arm to steady him. He looked at me as if he had seen something terrifying.
"Bryce," I whispered. "It's ok. This is all nothing. Two guys just partying. It's just our clothes. The bed is clean and neat, look," I said smoothing out the comforter. He took a deep breath.
"I'm freaking out. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," he said quietly.
"I understand freaking out but you need to get control."
"What in hell did we do, Josh? You let me fuck you? I wasn't supposed to do that."
"Sounds like a sixth grader, Bryce. Who is making the rules here?" and I left that out there to settle.
"You make it sound so easy. You always make things sound so easy. It's not that easy, Josh. I'm not going to be your boyfriend!" he said with frustration.
"I don't want you as a boyfriend. You couldn't replace Ty!"
"Oh yeah, you're right about that. What's the deal, man? I don't understand it."
"Bryce, I have never had designs on you, at all, other than a quick daydream of what kind of lover you might be. I mean we all get thoughts like that but I have had a problem the past few weeks, a big problem, and you helped me resolve it. Just like you always do."
"What kind of problem?"
"Come sit on the bed so I can tell you," and he sat down by me. "I haven't had a hardon in two weeks, since the accident."
"What the hell? Nothing?"
"No. It terrified Ty and he wanted me to tell my mom but I couldn't get up the nerve."
"I understand that. How do you tell mom about your boner? Bill?"
"Nope. I couldn't tell them and I didn't want to go to the doctor. Ty figured my head was more injured than they thought. When I had lunch with Burch last week, and after telling me he knew about Ty and me, I admitted my problem to him."
"You told a teacher you couldn't get it up?"
"Yes and it was ok. He is very cool. He said it was probably a mental block and that at the right time and place, it might resolve itself. If I let the walls come down, it would spring up, so to speak." Bryce chuckled lightly.
"Fuck, Josh, why didn't you tell me?"
"I haven't told anyone except Keith. He told me I could all him that outside of class. So between the beer and the pot, and being with you, which has been totally thrilling this whole fucking evening, the walls came down and I felt so good," and fuck if I didn't start crying. I got all choked up. Bryce looked at me sympathetically which I didn't like. He put his hand on my shoulder, once again demonstrating how much fucking propping up I need.
"I'm sorry Bryce if this is bad for you but it was amazing for me. And I'm gonna tell you that Ty is going to go ballistic when he finds out I'm fixed," and I looked down at the floor because I couldn't bear to look at him anymore.
"Why is there always some drama with you, Josh? I mean only you have the craziest shit going on!" Bryce blurted out.
"I don't know. It's like some freak is writing my story and I have no control over it. If we could just cut to commercial sometimes, it would give me a chance to catch up," I said, laughing slightly. "Now, would you mind coming back to bed so we can sleep? I want to catch some fish tomorrow. It will only be the icing on a fantastic cake. Seriously Bryce, you are a constant source of amazement. Totally."
"Damn it to hell, Warner. Get under the covers and let me in." He slid back in behind me. This fucker who felt guilty as hell for fucking me was sporting another hardon as he pressed into my backside. My backside had enough, however. I couldn't do it again. I did turn to him and he was already coming for me. I kissed him lightly, just enough for our lips to touch and his arm wrapped around me once more.
"I told you I had a good booty. You will never doubt anything I say again," and although his laugh was quiet, his chest rattled like he was laughing crazy hard. It took a few moments to calm our minds and bodies down but the heat between us soon put us back to sleep.