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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 54
The parents were tromping around until late. After Ty and I talked, we turned in. But when mom came into my room in the morning to tell me she and dad were going to church since they hadn't been in so long, I got super excited. As soon as I heard them leave, I hopped out of bed and headed straight for Ty's room. He was laying on his side, looking at things on his iPad.
"Looks like the posts have been taken down," Ty said. "I bet his dad made him do it," he suggested.
"Really?" I said, easing over to his bed. I know my semi hardon was telling what was on my mind.
"Yeah," he said. "What you doing?" he asked, as I slid into his covers. I started kissing him and pressed him onto his back. He spread his legs and then he lifted them so that I could pull his underwear off. I had no intention of getting into blowjob, foreplay stuff. I wanted to fuck my boyfriend. The talk last night, the moment with Bryce, picturing Ty sitting on Jordan's lap, it had all made me so horny. It was ok with me that the outside forces tempt us and turn us on. A bit sexy if you ask me. But in the end, there are bodies that belong together and that's mine and Ty's!
Everything being lined up the way we like, I pressed into Ty and he took me in with ease. I had my arms under him, giving me the chance to pull his body close to mine. After a few thrusts to get us warmed up, I broke the kiss and looked in his eyes.
"What?" he asked, in a quiet voice.
"Just thinking," I said.
"Right now?" he asked, laughing.
"Well, I was thinking earlier, it doesn't matter to me who is attracted to us and who we have deep down passions for, Ty. And it doesn't matter who takes stabs at us behind our backs. I only love one person and I hope that's enough for you."
"Oh God, Josh. It is. No matter how horny I get thinking about other people, it's always you. It's always gonna be you. And you're right about Ashton. If that was the best he could do to bring me down, well he didn't succeed. I'm going to play second seat this afternoon and I'm going to drive that match home." He paused. "Now can we cut the chat so you can fuck me! It's been a hot minute since we had alone time for fuck sake!" he barked. My body trembled as I laughed but my dick in his hole got things heated up pretty fast. I made sure his legs, thighs, and hips were good and stretched for his match. I wanted my boy fast on his feet today. By the time I came, I was laying flat on him, my hands over his shoulders, gripping his pillows. His legs bent all the way back. It was so amazing.
*** Ty I entered the locker room at the club. I was wearing my white shorts and polo so I didn't need to change. The locker room was eerily quiet. I was a bit terrified. My ass was still recovering from Josh's assault. Don't get me wrong, it was so great. I almost came twice but the day of a tennis match, well we might not have thought out so well.
I put my bag in my locker and noticed the guys from my team, mulling around, not saying much. They certainly weren't saying anything to me. I hoped they didn't think me beating Ashton was unfair while his attack on me was deserved. If that was the case, I was going to be really upset.
"Hey man!" a voice shouted through the quiet fog. I looked up and it was Rally.
"Hey," I said quietly, just as his hand slapped my shoulder.
"You ready to play today, Ty?" he asked. He was being so loud and it was so conspicuous.
"Shh, Rally. Not so loud. It's not that kind of day," I said, looking around, suggesting he do the same.
"Fuck that!" he said. "If they want to sulk around all afternoon let `em!" he said, almost shouting.
"Hey Rally," said one of the guys. "Why don't you pipe down over there!" he barked.
"Make me!" responded Rally in a childish voice, mocking the guy. "You all need to loosen up if you're going to play worth a shit today!" and he headed for the door to the courts. Just then the coach and Mr. Dickson came in.
"Where you headed?" the coach asked Rally.
"Getting out of here! It's too stuffy in here," Rally said. The coach took him by the shoulders and turned him around.
"Why don't you head back in," he said. "We're about to fix all that," said the coach. "Guys!" the coach barked. "Everyone gather around, please!" he said in a stern voice. Everyone gathered on the center bench.
"Gentlemen, I think you all know Jeremy Dickson, the director of athletics, here at the club. He would like to address you," Coach said. One boy raised his hand. "Not now," Coach said.
"Listen team, I want to talk to you about things going on. I know there have been upsetting circumstances but no one in this room is at fault for it. We sometimes underestimate our actions, especially when they are carried out in the heat of the moment. And you should know by now, that no one in this room has any authority over anyone else nor does anyone on this team have decision making authority. That rests with me and with your coach. I made decisions that rise up beyond the team to ensure that the standards set by this Club remain intact. Understand?" Everyone was quiet. "And before any of you look at anyone on this team critically or with disdain, let me advise you that if any of you fell under any like such assault, on your body, character, or well being, you would expect me to take the same action. What's good for one is good for all, in this room and in this Club. Understand?" he asked. He paused to see if anyone had any questions.
"There being no further discussion, I think my part is done. Coach, why don't you finish it up," he said, giving the coach a handshake and leaving abruptly from the room.
"So there it is boys. It is true Mr. Becker has been removed from the team pending a review of the situation. Everyone is moving up a slot starting at third seat. It will be good for your skills and development to play one up so I need you all to go out there and take this team from Salisbury down. They got nothing on us today!" he barked. "Head out!" he said, and with rackets and towels in hand we headed out to the courts.
First seat player took the first match. I sat in the wait area and looked out into the stands. What I saw was nothing less than spectacular. All my friends were gathered on two rows! There was Josh with Bryce and Kyle. Tristan was there sitting beside Caleb and they were between Lisa and Ginny. Several of my friends from the school chorus were sitting behind them along with that crazy Mel.
"Oh wow," I said to myself. "They are all there," and then I looked up and mom and dad came into the stands. They took seats a few rows up from the crowd. Awesome!
The second match was called and something made me look up again as I walked onto the court. My heart jumped and I almost felt emotional all at once. Jordan Rose walked into the stands. This was the first time he had ever come to see me play in person. "Oh wow!" I shouted out loud. Josh looked over to him and motioned for him to slip and sit with him and Bryce and Kyle. Everyone was nice and made room. Jordan was such bitch sometimes. I liked how he sauntered in with a white polo, blue and white striped shorts, and dark blue trainers. I laughed and gave them all a thumbs up.
I had a feeling, a wave of emotions swept over me. All my family and friends were here to support me today. Didn't matter if they loved tennis or not, they loved me and I loved them all the more for it. I looked at my opponent, preppy guy, very cute with his dark straight hair parted neatly to one side. I'm glad he couldn't hear my thoughts but I think my friends did.
"I"m sorry for you today. You came here to win a match and you got me. I'm sorry to tell you, but today is my day. All my peeps are here to watch and I'm gonna give them the show they came for. In short, I'm going to whip your ass!" I took my place in the corner, caught the ball from the ball boy, lobbed it into the air, and brought my racket down on it in a forceful but fluid motion. I felt good watching the ball whiz by him within seconds.
The match wasn't all glorious. I got slow in the second set. Winning the first seemed a bit easy. Maybe he played me because I could barely lift my feet in the second set. Sweat dripped from my head. My headband was soaked. Strands of hair stuck to my neck. The stands were so quiet. The calls had all been good so the win or lose was completely between me and my opponent. When he took the second set, my heart sank. My stomach was in knots. I felt unsure of myself. I never liked this feeling. I bit my lip.
My opponent launched the first serve of the third set. Somehow, my racket almost moved itself, like Harry Potter's wand. Did the racket choose the player? I returned his serve and took my place in the center. He returned the ball which began an intense rally between us. I struck the ball with a bit of spin and when it hit just inside the line, it spun out and I scored. I looked up and saw my crowd, studying me, wondering if I was about to falter. I looked at my opponent as he served again. He didn't get to score in the third set and I was filled with so much excitement. He must have been tired because on the final serve, it was weak, not much force behind it. I moved forward just a couple of steps, turned my racket on its side allowing the ball to reflect off it, over the net and to the ground. There was no way he could return that shot.
"Set and match to Tyson Breck!" said the announcer flatly. Everyone jumped up onto their feet and waved at me. I walked forward, shook my opponent's hand, and waved back to my friends.
"Nice crowd," the guy said.
"Tough game. My first time in second seat," I said.
"You were sharp, very precise. I'm impressed," he said laughing. "I'm mad as hell I lost," he added and I cracked up.
"I know that feeling!" and the banter made me feel so good. He wasn't questioning me or my reputation. He didn't know anything about me. It was so awesome.
As the third player took to the courts, the crowds changed out. Fourth and Fifth seats took to the other two courts. I walked into the waiting area where Colby Bryant, our first seat player, was seated, talking to some guys. I tried to etch by him quickly because he didn't socialize with us commoners very often.
"Breck, that was nicely played," he said. "I underestimated you," he said with a dry look. I smiled to thank him and he continued, "if you're interested sometime, it would be fun to take the court one evening. There are a couple of things I would like to show about your backhand and the position of your feet," he offered, demonstrating a backhand swing. "Just if you're interested," he said in a quiet voice.
"God, thanks Colby! That's a huge offer! Name the time!" I responded. He smiled back. I headed into the locker room where a few teammates were gathered. They congratulated me politely and one guy have me a high five. The coach winked at me and gave me a thumbs up.
As that was my only game today, I went back out to the stands where I was greeted with amazing excitement. I was so happy to see everyone that I forgot about the problems on the table for a few minutes. Josh was beaming at me, but hung back.
"Little man, that was more exciting than anything I've seen on TV!" shouted Jordan. I went over to him and hugged him around his waist. The group fizzled leaving Tristan, Josh and myself standing on the sidewalk.
"How you doing?" Josh asked Tristan.
"It's ok. Things are quiet at home. Mom is taking a break from her pastime for a while. She said she was tired of hearing about it," Tristan said "Sorry guys, I have to go. Jack is getting back from DC and we're hanging out." He didn't explain further as he walked back to his car. Josh and I watched him until he was out of sight.
"Hey babe," Josh said in a whisper. "You played great," and he gave me a big smile.
"Thank you. Were all those people here because of you?" I asked.
"Nope! It was a surprise to me to see everyone here. I was so happy for you. They were here for you, Ty. Just you," Josh said.
*** Josh
When we got home, the parents were very excited about Ty's game. Bill showed a lot of interest in Ty's game and mom was curious about the mood of the team. Ty explained what the coach and the athletic director had to say and they seemed satisfied that the adults had taken charge of the situation.
Ty and I were heading upstairs to change clothes and he got a phone call and ran into his room. I heard him exclaim, "look Ash!" and I became immediately concerned. He was quieter when I entered his room. Ty put his finger up signaling me to keep quiet.
"No, I'm not recording the call and if I was...ok, I'm listening," and Ty was quiet. Ty paced and listened. He stopped at his window and looked reflective. I know I was squinting my eyes, being concerned about the position Ty was being put into.
"Well, Ash, I know the postings were removed and I appreciate your apology. What you did really hurt me and it hurt Josh too. It was my parents who took it to the club manager and I don't have any say so." He was quiet again. I watched his body stiffen.
"Well what did you do if for? Did you really think that was a brilliant response to me beating you? All you had to do was take the fucking seat back in two weeks!" Ty yelled. Ty was quiet again.
"Ok, ok, I get it and I believe you but I'm not in control of it. I can talk to my dad but he's a lawyer and he's going to be suspicious. You know, are you just sorry your temper cost you or do you really regret what you did. That's going to be his stance. I can talk to him but he was pretty upset...I bet he was," Ty said, with a chuckle. "I'll see what I can do. I'm not mad you called. Yeah, that's fine. Ok. Bye" Ty said, dropping his phone on the bed.
"Guess who's super sorry!" Ty said.
"Is he?" I asked.
"I think so. He said it was definitely stupid and he wished he had just left it alone. I believe him but I can't get him back on the team. That's the parent's thing," Ty said and I agreed.
"Can we change the subject?" I asked.
"Yes please!" Ty cheered. I pulled Ty to me and told him I was so proud of him. He went out there onto the court and played his best despite the circumstances and showed how strong he is. Ash took a good stab at us but it wasn't going to hurt us. I pulled his athletic shorts down. I kissed him. He giggled as we kissed because I ran my fingers over his hardening nipples making him feel ticklish. I leaned down and sucked his left nipple. He cooed quietly. I continued down and pushed a wad of spit into his belly button. His abs trembled. His hard curved cock was aiming upward and I took him into my mouth. I felt his body swell as he took in a large breath. I sucked him like I hadn't in a long time. I swirled my tongue, I licked his balls which had drawn up. I felt his cock flex as it strained to spring back up. I applied suction to his cock and wrapped my tongue around it. He honestly didn't have much of a chance. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his loads as they shot into my throat. His body was shaking as he was trying not to make any noise. He leaned forward and took my head into his hands to hold it in place as his orgasm subsided.
His cock fell from my mouth, the taste of jizz rested on my tongue. I was so turned on but this was for Ty.
"Hey babe," Ty said, helping me back to my feet. "What about you?" he asked, grabbing my hard cock.
"That was for you, babe. You're a stud in your right and I'm happy to make you feel worshiped," and I kissed him again. I knew he could taste his load because he put a special suction into that kiss. I laughed. He pulled his pants back up and we went downstairs to spend the evening with the parents.
By 3rd period, on Monday, I was exhausted. I have never seen so many otherwise cool kids act like the biggest children.
"Ooh, Josh, your secret's out, hahaha!"
"We got your number now, Josh!"
"Should've known!"
I was so tired of it. I caught a glimpse of Ty on the second floor and he looked harrowed. Yeah, they were all just picking. I never got anything that felt like a serious swipe. It was just a bunch of nonsense from the kids who saw the post or got the post forwarded to them. But honestly, did all the little comments make sense of it to them? Did they think they were really inspiring me to comment, to step into the pothole? I couldn't stand to hear another voice.
I stammered into Keith Burch's classroom at lunch.
"Come in, Josh. Seems to be something in the air..." and I pulled a chair up to his desk, collapsed into it and let my head fall forward onto the desk.
"Oh Josh," exclaimed Kieth. He jumped up from his chair and came to my side, pulling up a chair. He rested his hand on my back. "Hey Josh, what's up? I've never seen you in such a state," he whispered in a calm voice.
"It started with Ty beating the second seat guy then he sent out a post," blah, blah, blah. I stuttered the short version out to him.
"Ahhh!" he groaned. "Now I understand. There's been some giggling and rolling eyes today. I wasn't sure what was on the board. Are you ok? How's Ty?"
"We're fine and no one has the truth of it. It's just been so tiring having every second of the day being filled with fucking jabs. I'm just sick of it. I'm sick of all of it!" I barked and I felt my eyes well up.
"Calm down, Josh. Its just a bunch of kids. What's really going on here?" Keith asked me.
"I just have a fucking boyfriend. That's it. We should be able to date, go out, hold hands, whatever we want to do!. All these secrets and strategies, and protecting everyone's reputation, having to expect our friends to have our back day in and day out! I'm really sick of it!" and that was a yell. I felt his hand press harder against my back.
"Focus, Josh. Look at me," and I looked up at him. "No one ever said love was easy but you two have definitely had a hard time. But is it worth it, Josh? Would you rather just let him go to cut out the noise?" he asked. At first I wanted to be pissed that he thought I should cut Ty loose then I realized what he was asking. Is having to endure the frustration worth keeping and holding on to what Ty shared.
"Yes, it's worth it," I uttered.
"I think so, Josh. Truth is, and everyone who knows you, parents included, know the truth. If this was just some fleeting thing, just two kids who bumped in the night, the noise would have crushed you. Your relationship would have ended and you'd be free agents. Instead, you have stood up to it all. You have kept each other close even if you blurred the lines. Your love is very strong, Josh. Maybe it's unlike anything I've ever seen... or even felt."
"You think so?" I asked, unsure of myself.
"My relationship just recently crumbled, Josh, and I was sure it would be a long term thing. We didn't have quite as much noise and still it ended. Seeing what you two do to keep your feelings alive, well, it's a story to be told and I hope it will be told one day."
"I'm sorry, Keith. You mentioned things were on the rocks. I didn't know..."
"It's ok, Josh. I tend to make these meetings about you but I'm glad I can share with you. He blurred one line and things began to crumble until the guy behind the blurred line just came between us. Well, that's what happens. It's always a risk and sometimes a reality. But don't worry about me, Josh. I'm tough."
"I know you are and hope he knows what he lost because I think you might be, well, probably are, one of the best, one of the best guys out there. I know it, in fact," and I wasn't unsure about myself this time.
"Thank you. That's quite an affirmation coming from you. It means a lot," Keith said. I put my arms around him and hugged him. I felt so selfish, always going on about my problems not realizing he had his own. He only did these lunch dates for me, after all.
His arms slid around me and I felt an unusual wave sweep over me. I mean, yeah he's an older guy if 24 is older. It didn't feel like some old man or like a dad. He felt like a man would feel, I guessed. It felt good, comforting, until it started to feel sexy. I realized once I started liking it it would be trouble. As the heat from the skin on his neck permeated my face, I started to melt and I knew my time was short. My growing erection was about to become a problem. I slid my face from his, letting our cheeks connect, and I couldn't help myself. Just as I broke away, my lips took one taste of the area just below his mouth and I pulled away and looked down. I felt bad on different levels.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop..." I said sheepishly. He interrupted before I could finish.
"Stop," he said softly. He lifted my chin and gave me one short, but memorable for a lifetime, kiss on my lips. I was speechless and motionless. It was not like anything I had ever felt. It wasn't teenage kids messing with each other or the kisses that Ty and I shared. I don't know what it was.
"As inappropriate as that was, Josh, I don't feel any regret. If you do, I would prefer you say so now," he said in a soft voice.
"None. T-thank you," I stuttered. That welling in my eyes started up again.
"Josh, listen to me. These next few weeks you need to be strong, for you and Ty. Life is going to change for you and if you haven't figured it out yet, next year is going to be a shit show for you and Ty. You two need to talk about it," he said, gaining his authority back.
"What do you mean? I'm just going to be 45 minutes away."
"That is like five states away when it comes to you being in college and Ty in high school. You won't be able to come home every weekend. Weekends are for studying, catching up on sleep, and getting some partying in. That's when you will meet and make some of the most important friendships of your life. Ty needs to understand that and so do you."
"What difference does it make? I still don't understand why you're taking a turn on Ty!" I said in a surprise voice.
"Its not a turn on Ty, Josh. You can't hold on to a high school sweetheart back in high school while you're a freshman in college. You have to take a leap to the other side. As a freshman, you're the low man and if you hold on to the past, you won't grow with your peers. You'll understand more later and we'll discuss it again but think about things, Josh. Talk to someone in college. Let them tell you first hand. I'm not trying to weird you out but time is of the essence. My message to you is make every minute count with Ty. No regrets between now and then. None!"
"Ok, I'm starting to get you," I said with anguish. It was dawning on me that conversations where Ty and I first got started were bubbling back up. Those college boys chasing high school boys were exactly what Keith was referring to. You're living a "half life" if you go to college and can't see forward because you're looking backwards. I totally get what Keith is saying. I didn't want to or need to be one of those guys, holding on to his high school days.
"What will Ty do next year? It will be terrible for him," I suggested.
"No it won't. There are things you don't know. First, Dillard has offered me a full time teaching position which I'm going to accept. Second, he's asked me to be the teacher advisor for the Diversity and Inclusion committee next year. I'm going to have Ty right here, all year," he said pointing a finger into the palm of his hand.
"Oh my God," I said. "Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yeah but nobody knows this yet. It must remain confidential. Listen, Josh, I have worked rather hard this semester keeping you on your feet. Do you agree?" he asked.
"Hell yeah," I said.
"I'm going to keep Ty on his. Not only will I keep him busy but I will also keep watch over his emotional state. I will be here for him. I need to get to know him better but I know so much already. I promise, Josh, between your parents, his friends, and me, Ty will be cared for. You will need to take your year and tackle everything that confronts you." And with another caress of my cheek, he added, "I promise you this, Josh."
Well that was it. I was plastered by shock, surprise, and happiness.
"Thank you, Keith, for telling me. You can't believe what a relief that is for me to hear. Congratulations. I know you wanted to keep working for Principal Dillard. Knowing Ty will be in good hands makes me so happy. I have to go, Keith. I do," and he nodded to me just as I turned and headed out of the classroom, throwing an uneaten sandwich into the trash on my way out of the door.
I had to work after school which was for the best. Ty had chorus practice because the end of year concert was Thursday night. He had to miss tennis practice because he couldn't be in two places at once. I walked to the backlot and was met with a big surprise. Two, not one, but two Mercedes G 63's were sitting in my area. One was black the other was white. These are $285,000 vehicles so you can understand my shock. The supervisor came out along with my friend, Jonas from the Finance office.
"Josh!" Jonas quipped as he exited the office with a big grin on his face.
"Sorry about this Josh," said the supervisor.
"Josh, these beauties were special ordered for, well, I can't tell you that. It is extreme, if you know what I mean," said Jonas.
"Rapper, huh," I muttered in exhaustion. They both grinned.
"Well, they just got here and they need a good detailing," said Jonas. "I specifically requested you because I knew you would do a good job and, Josh, there will be a bonus for this one," and he winked at me.
"Better be," I thought. These are tough vehicles to clean. They're big, have lots of curves, corners, and crevices. "Fuck!" I thought.
"Ok, let me get started. I'm tired after today," I sputtered.
"Sorry, Josh," said the supervisor. "They really did just arrive. Your efforts will be rewarded, I promise," he said.
"Come and see me soon, Josh. We haven't caught up in a while," said Jonas, sauntering back into the office. I pulled out my supplies and gave the things a once over glance. "Fuck! Who was buying these and why from here!" I thought. "Honestly, for as much as I admire the German brand, I would feel very uncomfortable, even conspicuous driving around in one of these. But, I knew who would appreciate one and figured he would have one at some point. Our good friend Jordan Rose. The thought made me laugh out loud.
"Hey Josh!" yelled the supervisor from the office door. "They buy out of market for confidentiality reasons!" and he laughed, knowing he had completely read my mind. My tensions eased a bit. Time to focus on the job. The school day was over.
I was exhausted when I got home. Those cars were clean when I left the dealership. I had sweated most all of my fluids out I was sure. The work was good in that help me work out my stress from the day. I was hopeful that today was the worst of it and that tomorrow it would start dying out. I wanted to talk to Ty to see how his day went.
"It was awful!" he screamed when I walked into his room. I cracked up laughing. He looked to be in a complete state of cracy. His hair was messed up and half his shirt tail was hanging out of his jeans.
"Baby," I said, "come here and let me give you a hug." He eased his way over to me and fell into my arms.
"They just wouldn't stop. It went on and on all day. I thought I would lose my mind," he said.
"I know. I had the same. I had to seek refuge in Keith's classroom." I wanted to say Keith's arms but that wouldn't have gone over well today.
"Did he have good advice?"
"Yeah, the same. We had survived it all and would continue to do so. With only a short time left we have to make the most of our time."
"Easier said than done," Ty said. We heard mom clattering around in the kitchen. "Let me go down and see if I can help.
I went down a while later because I could smell the chicken that had been in the slow cooker. Dad was rambling on about something at work and no one even thought to ask us how our day was. We were just eating and trying not to get into the situation when the doorbell rang. Mom looked up surprised.
"Expecting someone?" she asked no one in particular. I jumped up and walked down the hall. I opened the door and nearly collapsed when I found Ashton Becker standing there.
"What the hell do you want?" I barked.
"I need to see you all," he said calmly. He was sporting his usual attire of a LaCoste polo and freshly pressed khakis.
"We're eating dinner, Ashton," I said deliberately. "I think after today, this might not be a good time!" I barked. Mom entered the hallway when she heard my yelling.
"Josh! What is it?" she asked then she peered over my shoulder and saw Ashton. She made a light sigh.
"How can we help you Ashton?" she asked.
"I need to talk to you, to you all," he said.
"Screw you!" I barked. "Go home!"
"Cut it, Josh. We'll hear what he has to say." She pointed at him and then pointed back to the kitchen. He eased past us, giving her a faint smile. I entered the kitchen, holding the swinging door open for him. Ty's eyes were wide and wild. Bill gently sat his fork and knife down.
"Mr. Becker," said Bill. "This is a surprise."
"Well sir, I thought it would be best if I address you all," Ashton said in a calm voice. He had practiced this. He was using all of poker face. I know he was secretly pissing himself.
"So, Mr. Becker, how is your dad? I know he has expanded the realty company," Dad said, completely throwing Ashton off his game. I was a bit funny because Ashton looked surprised, like he didn't know how to respond.
"He's doing ok. The expansion has been stressful but he loves it," Ashton said.
"I know he does," said Bill. Mom sat back into her seat.
"So, I appreciate you asking Mr. Breck but there is something I need to talk to you about."
"Go ahead," said Bill.
"I need to apologize. I need to apologize to you all for doing something totally stupid and very childish. I..." and he looked to be considering his prepared speech." "I, uh, well what I did was mean and childish and I am so sorry for what I did," he said, in that calm southern drawl.
"Your dad's making you do this, isn't he?" asked Ty as a statement, not as a judgement.
"No, actually, I didn't tell him I was going to come over. I caused all this mess and I need to clean it up," Ashton said, glad he had a leg to stand on.
"That's thoughtful of you, Ashton," said mom.
"I've never had anything against Ty, in fact, he's been a real stand up guy on the team. It just hurt my pride so bad when he beat me and I didn't think it out. Ty, I am so sorry. I can't say it enough. Making up lies about you was just, it was just stupid." Ty nodded.
"Mr. Becker, from my perspective, there is a difference..." and Ashton interrupted dad.
"A difference between a guy who will do anything to get back on the team and a guy who is sincere," Ashton said, scoring another goal.
"Exactly," said Bill. "The posts and accusations are not my fight. They belong to Josh and Ty and I'm not going to get into a deliberation about truths verses lies. That is not in dispute, to be fair. My concern..."
"Is our conduct, I know." He was definitely clever. "Other than take down the posts which I did Saturday, I wish there was more I could do to prove my sincerity but I have to just leave it with you. Again, Ty, Josh, I am very sorry," and he left it at that.
"Ty," said mom, "what are your thoughts at the moment?"
"Ash called me yesterday and started the apology. He said he wanted back on the team and I said I didn't have the say so on that. I believe him. He doesn't have a history of giving me a hard time. He hasn't really ever given anyone a hard time on the team. I have no reason to not believe him," Ty said. I thought it was a good speech and my nerves were settling down a bit.
"I don't know Ashton well so I will defer to Ty's judgment. If you think he's sincere than I will accept his apology as well," I said. Mom smiled.
"So Ashton, you have done yourself no harm coming here tonight. I would suggest that it took some backbone so I thank you for that," said Dad. Ashton dropped his head and pinched his nose and fuck if he didn't start crying. "Holy crap!" I thought. He's fucking crying! Like, what is that all about!
Mom got up and walked around the table to him. She always recognized a boy who needed some mothering. She put her hand on his shoulder. If it had been me or Ty, she would have wiped our hair down.
"I'm sorry everyone," he stuttered. "This is so embarrassing I don't know what to say. I have never had to stand in front...of every...one...and," "It's ok Ashton. It's a big step, son," said Mom. "We really appreciate what you've done. Take a seat," she said. He took a seat in the empty chair beside her's. He took a moment to catch his breath. She sat a glass of iced tea in front of him.
"Thank you," he stuttered.
"Ashton, I need to be honest and fair with you," said Dad. "We didn't politic to get you kicked off the team. I expressed my concern about your unsportsmanlike behavior but the Athletic Director and his committee made the ultimate decision. Do you understand?" Dad asked. Ashton nodded, taking a sip of the tea.
"Mmmm, this is good, Mrs. Breck," he said.
"Ty makes the sweet tea," mom said.
"So, Ashton, I am perfectly comfortable advising Jeremy that you have taken sincere and impressive steps to rectify the error; however, I cannot make him reinstate you. That is completely his choice. My advice is, if he contacts you or your dad, I would proceed calmly and respectfully as you have done here tonight. Don't pick a fight with him, get me?" Dad asked. I thought he was being very reasonable. I was letting this whole scene sink in, hoping I would never have to go before people at their dinner table and beg for forgiveness.
"I understand, Mr. Breck and I appreciate your suggestion. My dad, well, he's a bit hot, at me and the Club. But I'm going to talk to him when I get home. I want him to know I did my best," Ash said, taking another gulp and giving Ty a smile.
"Would you like something to eat, Ashton?" mom asked.
"No thank you. I have to get home. I hated interrupting your dinner. I just took a chance that everyone would be here. Thought it'd be nice to do this in front of everyone." He finished that glass of tea and stood up. He shook all our hands as we all stood out of respect.
"Let me say thank you for hearing me out. I appreciate your generosity," Ashton said, and he headed toward the door. Ty walked out behind him and I let them have that. I heard them talk in the hall and then the door closed.
When Ty came in I said, "well you don't see that everyday!" I said.
"And I'm thankful neither of you have ever had to do that. Mr. Becker won one set this evening but not the match," Bill said, putting another piece of roasted chicken in his mouth.
"Here's to Ty's sweet tea!" I said. Everyone raised a glass.
Ty and I had homework that was kicking our ass. I still had not answered texts from Diesel who wanted me back out the country for a pre graduation party, from Kyle who hadn't seen me since prom, and my dad who just wanted to know I was still alive. Time! There was just not enough time! We both turned in but I was tossing and turning. My mind was running full speed while it should have been word out. I wanted to see Ty so I got up and quietly slinked into his room. He was asleep on his tummy with one leg kicked out and I loved this pose. His ass looked so gorgeous with just his butt cheek, nestled in his tight underwear. I tried to wake him up but he was really out. I decided not to press him. He may have been really tired after that Monday. I went back to my room. My dick was hard and I turned on for some reason. My mind wandered, purposely, about recent memories. I guess my brain was thinking about sex to relieve the stress it had encountered. I thought back to that amazing night with Tristan and Ty. I pictured myself fucking Ty, then Tristan. I imagined Tristan's legs wrapped around me while I fucked him missionary style. My imagination then put Ty behind me, entering me, locking me between him and Tristan. I was stroking my cock and the images were definitely working.
Then, my brain took on a new scene, a fictional site. Keith Burcham was on top of me. I felt his strong arms wrapped around me and his powerful body pressed against mine. I imagined my legs wrapped around his waist with his body rocking me forward and back. I imagined what it would look like if he were kissing me, remembering the smell of his cologne and the heat from his skin. I imagined hearing his voice whispering in my ear, "you're so fantastic Josh. So amazing," in his sexy drawl. I literally moaned out loud as my cock was responded to my strokes. I was so hard. My left hand went down between my legs and pressed against my asshole. I imagined how big Keith's cock might be, and what it would feel like, being inside me. He kissed me deeply, as I envisioned my legs being thrown back. He was fucking me and it was getting faster and harder! My mind was screaming and I came so hard. One good shot literally went over my head and hit the headboard. A bunch of short shots landed between my pecs, leaving streaks. My body was shaking and I was breathing heavily.
As I came down, I tried to remember if I had made noises I was unaware of. I kind of laughed because I'm not normally a fantasizer but that was hot! It was fun though. Sleep came much faster after that fucking cumshot. It was so impressive I hated having to clean it off. I wish Ty could have seen it, hahaha!