Transitions New Adventures

Chapter 7 - Fuck Tyler!

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Transitions New Adventures - 7 - Fuck Tyler!

Friends, this story has some crossover with Andrew's Trust, Counting, and Transitions: New Adventures (TNA), has begun.

We invite you to come and enjoy Grizzly Valley Days with the rest of your favorite characters! Starting with the Lincoln Thomas Foundation Fundraiser, Junior Rodeo Championships, the County Fair, and then Adult Rodeo and Concert big ending. Reach out and email us and let us know what you think of the crossover so far. You don't need to read the other stories to enjoy this one, however, why not check it out? There's also Boys of Grizzly Valley Chapter 3 - Go Bag, giving background on two boys that have been in both Andrews Trust and Counting.

Tran

I wake up extra early so I can try to reach Tyler before we have to head out for the day. Why do we have to go to the stupid fair today? Yesterday we sat at the arena, smelling horse crap and watching people compete in silly games. Why can't we just go home? The time difference is making it difficult to talk to Tyler, and during the day, we are too busy. I am a bit worried because Tyler isn't even responding to my text messages. I understand not being able to answer a call, but he can at least answer my text.

Why can't I just be back in his arms? I know Ba said that we should take it slow, and we did take our time and discuss our relationship at length, knowing I would probably have to travel to support my brother and family, but we both agreed we could make it work. When we are alone, things are great. It's just Tyler and me, and nothing else matters. Ba can never know, but things get pretty intimate between us. I love laying on his bed naked because our bodies melt and become one. He's so cuddly, and I know this sounds strange, but we fit together. If I could have just one thing in life, it would be to be intertwined with him.

The sex with Tyler has been amazing, and even more so when my brothers join in. We have a lot of fun. I just wish Ba would mess around with me again, but he made it clear that since I'm in a committed relationship, he won't. My brothers have been fun, except on this trip. Alejandro wants his time with Ba, and Joey seems to always be with Peter. I wonder if they are doing anything.

I pull up FaceTime and call Tyler, hoping to catch him. To my surprise, he actually answers this time. "Hey, sexy!" I greet him.

"Hi, Tran. How's California?"

"It's been boring without being able to talk to you. Did you get my texts and pictures? I sent you a bunch."

"Yeah, I got them, but I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to respond."

Too busy? What is he doing? "What's been keeping you busy?"

"Just hanging out with friends. I've been bored since you've been gone, and my friends wanted to hang out."

I've only been gone a few days. Why is he so bored, and who are these friends? "Oh, well, I wanted to tell you about Magic Mountain and the helicopter ride. We haven't been able to talk since we did those things. We also got to go horseback riding, and it's been fun, but I miss you."

"I'm glad you're having fun," he replies, his voice devoid of enthusiasm.

Tyler's response sends a chill down my spine. His tone is distant, lacking the warmth I crave. I can't help but feel a sinking sensation in my chest.

"Listen, Tran, I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

My heart skips a beat, and my mind races with worry. What could he possibly want to talk about? "What is it, Tyler?"

"Nevermind, we can talk later; I've gotta go. Have a good day." Just like that, the call ends. What the fuck?

"Tyler!" I scream at my phone, "Tyler, don't do this!" I throw my phone down on the bed, follow it face-first into the pillow, and begin to sob. Is he breaking up with me? We have only been gone a week; I'm coming back. How can he just throw us away?

The fair, once an annoyance, now holds no significance. How can I go and have fun after Tyler left things unsaid? I grab my phone and press send, only to have the call declined.

The sound of knocking reverberates through the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Tran, time for breakfast, we need to get over to the Thomases so we can make it to the fair," Peter announces authoritatively, assuming a role akin to our second dad.

"I'm not going!" I exclaim in frustration. The doorknob turns, and Peter enters the room, making his way toward my bed. I bury my face in the pillow, wanting to be left alone. He sits on the edge of the bed and places his large, comforting hand on my back, soothingly rubbing it in circles. The warmth and touch feel incredibly pleasant, and he switches to sliding his hand up and down, pausing at the center of my backside. Now I understand why Joey likes him.

"Care to tell me what's bothering you?" He asks, his hand still massaging my back. I know it shouldn't, but his touch elicits a physical response, and I can feel a stirring in my body.

"Fucking Tyler," I blurt out, my frustration seeping through. Peter reminds me to watch my language, but he urges me to share what happened. "I'm sorry, but..." I struggle to catch my breath as tears well up again, "He hung up on me after saying we needed to talk about something." I release my emotions and cry into my pillow.

"Did he mention what it was about?"

"No, and when I asked, he just said, 'Nevermind' and ended the call."

"Well, maybe he wanted to discuss something positive. Why assume it's something bad?"

"His tone. You know how you can sense when someone has bad news? Well, he had bad news, I'm sure. I just want to go home."

"You're scheduled to go home in a couple of days. I'm sure it can wait until then. You're young and resilient. You can work through anything."

"I hope so."

"Why don't you go wash your face, put on some shorts and a shirt, so we can join the Thomases? They're probably waiting for us to have breakfast."

"Okay," I respond amid tears, getting up to freshen up. I put on some cargo shorts and a tank top since it's a warm day. I grab socks and shoes before heading out to the great room.

Alejandro dances around, brimming with happiness. "Hurry up, we're going to the fair!" he exclaims, oblivious to my turmoil. I sit for a moment to put on my shoes, and then we make our way across the street to the Tomases' place. Upon arrival, we are greeted by the boys, who are all completely naked.

"Where's Josh?" Joey asks.

"He's in his room, second door on the left," Mr. Andrew replies. Without hesitation, Joey rushes down the hallway to find Josh. I hear some commotion, and Joey emerges from the room, giving a naked Josh a piggyback ride. We all gather around the table for breakfast, and the conversation revolves around how things will go at the fair. Once again, it centers on Joey and ensuring his protection. It seems we'll be getting tickets for rides and games, but I'm not feeling the excitement.

I sense that Ba knows something is amiss, and I wonder if Peter informed him. Ba looks at me, and I manage an awkward smile, trying to hold back my tears. Ba's smile in return shows that he senses something is wrong but won't push me to share. The conversation continues in circles, but I've been too lost in my thoughts to follow.

I hear Mr. Andrew saying, "I want you all to make sure that your brothers have a great time. We're glad to welcome our newest brothers to the family." Mr. Andrew seems like a really nice guy. I wonder if he would have any advice for me. The other boys all really seem to like him. It's cool that he's gay and married.

We all head out to the vehicles to go to the fair. It's only a few miles away, and when we get there, little Josh is doing the pee-pee dance and runs into a brick building that looks really run down. He's not in there long, and he comes out with a look of disgust on his face. Once he is back, we head to the ticket booth to buy tickets and wristbands for the day. Ba surprises me and hands me $100 for snacks, saying I'm the oldest and in charge of the money. Mr. Andrew does the same with Max, except he's not the oldest. Maybe he's just the most responsible.

Entering the fair, Ba and Mr. Andrew head off to do whatever adults do at the fair, while Peter follows us boys as we play games desperately trying to win stupid toys.

I can't get Tyler off my mind. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I bring up FaceTime and hit connect, but it rings and is unanswered. I put my phone back in my pocket when a basketball hits me in the chest. "Your turn, Tran," Grayson says. I manage to catch the ball before it bounces to the ground. I step up to the line and throw the ball, but it just bounces off the rim and into a pile of multicolored teddy bears.

The rest of the boys all take their turns, and we win nothing. We continue walking, and I think the others stop to play games, but I'm not really paying attention. I look up as we're walking up to a house of mirrors, and we enter. I realize I'd better pay attention, or I'll get lost or never get out of this place. The others are so excited and running, I can't keep up. I finally get to one mirror that makes me look like I have a torso that runs to my feet. I look at myself, lift up my hand, and put up my middle finger. It's about 4 feet long. I chuckle as I simply exclaim, "Fuck you!" to no one in particular.

I hear someone calling for Joey, but it's not one of our group. I hope he's not in trouble again. I'd better catch up in case Peter isn't there. I don't want anything to happen to my brother.

Finally, we get out of that stupid mirror maze, and everyone is all happy and jumping, except me. I pull up my phone and realize it's time to meet Ba, so I tell the group, "Come on, guys, Ba is waiting," and we head to the lemonade stand.

I'm going to try Tyler again, so I pull out my phone and attempt to FaceTime, but he declines the call. I'm really angry and shove the phone into my pocket as tears well up in my eyes. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder--it's Peter's hand. He squeezes my shoulder and leans down, whispering, "What's going on, Tran? Is it Tyler?"

I can't hold it in anymore and start crying uncontrollably. "He freaking red-buttoned me! Why?" I say, kicking the ground and causing a small dust cloud to rise. I notice Josh looking at me, so I quickly turn away before he sees my tears. Peter walks beside me, shielding me from the view of the others while they all go to the bathroom. He stays by my side until we reach the lemonade stand. I notice there are three more boys in the group, but my eyes are so watery that I can't recognize them. As we arrive at the lemonade stand, I see Ba, Mr. Andrew, and Mr. Colter sitting at the table, so I head to the far end and face away from the group.

Josh slides onto the bench next to me and wraps his arms around me in a hug. I try to force a smile, but I'm doing everything I can to prevent myself from breaking down right here in front of everyone. I just sit there, trying to divert my attention away from crying, when Josh appears in front of me with my lemonade. He looks adorable, holding the cup with the straw touching my lips. "Here, brother, have a sip. It'll make you feel better," he says. I part my lips and take a few sips before taking the cup and placing it on the table. Why is this kid so kind to me when Tyler is being such a jerk? I extend my arms, inviting another hug from Josh. He embraces me and even gives me a kiss. I whisper to him, "Thank you, bro." He really is a sweet kid.

I don't recall much after that. I think I walked with my arm around Peter's waist until we reached the car. I know my brothers can sense that something is wrong. I'm trying not to hold them responsible for this. But if it weren't for this damn commercial, Tyler wouldn't be upset.

When we return to the Prescott Estate, I rush to my room and shut the door behind me. I retrieve my phone, determined to make one last attempt to reach Tyler. I dial his number, and he answers, with another boy's voice faintly audible in the background. I'm curious about who this boy is.

"Hey, who are you with?" I ask.

There's a heavy sigh on the other end, and I can almost visualize Tyler running a hand through his hair--an anxious gesture I've grown familiar with. "I've been doing some thinking while you've been away, and I believe it's best if we take a break."

His words struck me like a sledgehammer, shattering the fragile hope I had clung onto. "Take a break? Why? What did I do wrong?"

"It's not about what you did, Tran. It's just... I need some space, some time to figure things out on my own."

I struggle to find my voice, my throat tightening as tears threaten to spill. "But I thought we were in this together. We discussed making it work. I'll be back in a couple of days. I love you, Tyler."

There's a long pause on the other end, and when Tyler finally speaks, regret taints his voice. "I care about you too, Tran, but I can't ignore how I've been feeling lately."

Tears blur my vision as I grapple with the sudden unraveling of our relationship. "Please, Tyler, don't do this. We can overcome it. I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

"I'm sorry, Tran, but my mind is made up."

His words pierce my heart, each syllable leaving behind an unbearable ache. I choke back a sob, desperately attempting to keep my voice steady. I try to find the right words, but they elude me. I'm certain he can see the pain etched across my face.

Silence hangs in the air, a painful reminder of what once was. I wipe away my tears, urging myself to remain strong despite the overwhelming sadness enveloping me.

"Well, I should go," Tyler says, his voice hollow. "Take care of yourself, Tran."

The call ends, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of loss. I clutch my phone tightly, feeling the weight of our shattered connection. My mind is consumed by the void in my heart, the emptiness left behind by Tyler's absence. This must be a nightmare. I scream into my pillow, and the next thing I know, it's morning, and I don't remember anything in between.

Breakfast at the Prescott Estate

Tran

I wake up, still clad in my shorts and tank top, with my lifeless phone in hand. I search for the charger and hastily plug it in. The battery's red indicator line tells me it'll be some time before I have any power. Last night must have been a terrible dream. Tyler couldn't have broken up with me, right?

My stomach growls loudly, reminding me that I don't recall having dinner. I bet Peter left me alone in my room, ensuring no one bothered me. Though we haven't discussed what happened, he seems to understand us boys.

I head out for breakfast and overhear Alejandro and Joey excitedly discussing the upcoming naked pool party. Just great, I think to myself, the last thing I need is a bunch of naked boys parading around while Tyler dumps me.

Forget it; I'm too hungry to care. I quickly devour some pancakes and eggs and wash them down with an abundance of juice.

I'm not in the mood for swimming, but Ba insists I join the family. I secretly yearn for him to make love to me tonight--I miss it so much.

When it's time to leave for the Thomases' party, I enter my room to grab my phone. I don't know why. Tyler made it clear he's finished with me, but maybe, just maybe, he'll call or text.

As I wander around the pool area, my gaze keeps returning to my phone. I hope for a message, a sign, or anything that indicates it was all a dream. While I appreciate the space people are giving me, it seems that little Josh and Peter are the only ones who truly care about my feelings. I have no clue how Josh knows, but he's a sweetheart and even refers to me as his brother.

Suddenly, a banshee scream echoes through the air, and I turn to see Haydon--the boy from the Jiu-Jitsu place who was doing freestyle--running past, his cock swinging back and forth. He performs a cannonball into the pool, splashing everyone around. Surprisingly, I burst into laughter, and it feels liberating. I tuck my phone into my pocket, drop my shorts, and sprint toward the pool to join him.

As I swim closer to Haydon, I notice two more boys around my age. They bear a striking resemblance--twins. They join Haydon and me, and together we make our way to the grotto, seeking a quieter place to chat. It seems like we're the only teenagers at this party.

I learn that their names are Zeke and Zack, and that they are here for the rodeo. Our conversation is very fun and interesting as we get to know what life is like in Montana and I share what life in Indiana is like. I explain how I ended up with Ba and being part of the Murphy family. I was almost able to forget the misery I am in over Tyler. It isn't until Haydon mentions he needs to excuse himself to go talk to his boyfriend that it hits me and I start to cry. The three boys look at me, wondering what happened when I just blurt out, "Fucking Tyler!" and I start to swim away from the three boys. The twins block me in and push me back to the seat in the grotto.

Zeke, or is it Zack, says, "Not so fast, cowboy, why is Tyler making you so upset?"

"He is, well, he was, my boyfriend. He told me over the phone, he needs space, and he's with another boy." I get out through my tears.

"Well, from what I see, it's his loss. We've been getting to know you, and it sounds like you're stronger than you know. You have beat the odds and survived cancer, you can survive this. If he doesn't want to be with you, then it's his loss and there is someone better just waiting for you to find them," one of the twins counsels me.

"I just don't understand it. It's not fair."

"Well, I can tell you firsthand that breaking up is hard. I was my little brother's boyfriend, but things changed. It's been hard on both of us, especially since we live together, but in the end, we know we have each other forever, but just not as boyfriends."

"Look, we don't know the entire story, and neither do you. Give it some time, but while you're here, you can definitely have some fun and enjoy the company," the other twin says. They are now sitting on either side of me, each with an arm around me. They are somehow communicating with each other as they both grab for my dick at the same time. Instinctively, I reach over to stroke them. I have both hands full as I jack them under the water. They are jacking me, and I'm getting close.

Haydon, who has been merely observing up until this point, turns around in front of me, submerges his head in the water, and takes my cock from the twins just in time to get my load. Damn, he's good. I don't know how he stayed down there so long without air, but when he surfaces, he just says, "Can't be clogging up the filter with cum now, can we?"

Next time, Alejandro and Joey will tell you what happened in their version of the party.

End of Transitions New Adventures - Chapter 7 - Andrew Thomas