Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2018 16:29:34 -0700 From: Joe L Subject: Mason in the Center Chapter 3 I head out to the backyard and see Tyler, red-faced and steaming, throwing the tennis ball against the house like so many times in the past. He seems different somehow, though. His jaw is clenched and he seems like he's deep in thought. "Hey," I say, softly. "What?" he asks bluntly, maintaining his rhythm: throw, bounce, catch, throw, bounce, catch. He must have thrown that ball against that wall a million times over the years. I guess it's a way for him to focus and vent. "Congratulations, I guess." "For what?" "For... winning the ticket." "I didn't win shit. He's taking a girl to the fight. He just did it to fuck with us," he says, maintaining his laser-focus on the ball and the wall. "WHAT?!?" I can't believe my ears. Carson has done some low things to us, but this is by far the worst. "You heard me." "So, what exactly did he say?" "I asked him for my ticket, and he told me he was taking some girl named Katelyn. I yelled at him and he called me a homo...." He continues to bounce the ball, while I stand there and seethe. "What do you think he'll do with the pictures?" he asks after a while. "Nothing. He probably just wants to keep them to blackmail us. He wouldn't show them to anyone." I say this, but I'm not so sure. I can't believe he would put us through something like that just for his own amusement. I'm going to have to have a talk with him. I think I'm the only one that's ever made him feel guilty about anything. "I hope you're right." He continues to bounce the ball, never looking at me. I stand there, admiring him as the sun sets. I don't know if I'll ever see him the same way again, and it will be very hard to pretend the spin-the-bottle game never happened. I've always noticed my brothers were both hot... each in his own particular way, but I've never... desired either of them... in THAT way... before. Well, maybe a little because I'm horny 24/7. Now, I'm going to think about Tyler in that way... A LOT. It's going to be impossible not to. Suddenly I notice that the rhythm of the ball bouncing against the wall has stopped and Tyler is staring at me. "I am, ya know." "Huh?" I can't even remember what he was talking about. "C'mere." He jogs behind the shed, and I follow him. "What?" I lean in sarcastically as if he's going to tell me a secret. "I'm a homo... I'm a fag," he says in an even, steady voice. It takes me a few seconds to convince myself that I really heard what he said. "Really? Uhh... well, that's cool," I say, kicking a tuft of grass with my shoe. I can't look up at him. We stand in silence for a minute or two or ten... I have no idea. I'm frozen and have no idea what to do or say. "I uhh... liked kissing you," he says finally, "and... I think you liked it, too." This is it. This is the point of no return. If this is all an act, and he's just setting me up, then he's going to fucking OWN me. I'll never live it down. My gut says that he's telling the truth, but I've already been tricked and humiliated once today. What the hell. "Yeah... I did," I mutter, still staring at my feet. This is torture. I feel like I'm going to throw up or faint. This is even worse than kissing Parker. "Really? So, you're gay, too?" he asks with genuine happiness and hope in his voice, and I find the strength to look up at him. "Yeah... I think so. I mean, I know so. I'm like... horny all the time, and I think about hot guys every second of every day, so I guess that makes me a fag." I smile nervously up at him. "Yeah, me too! I've never had any feelings towards girls... but GUYS," he says and smiles for the first time, putting me a little more at ease, "Guys are SO fuckin' hot. Guys get my heart beating. I can't stop starin' at em and wantin' to kiss em." I chuckle and Tyler stops, looking embarrassed. We stand in silence for a few seconds. "I think you're... really cute." The same jolt rushes through my body from the spin-the-bottle game. I know I'm cute... well, I know I'm not ugly... but hearing those words come out of Tyler's mouth really shakes me... in a good way. "You're SO fuckin' cute, dude." Tyler's smile melts me and I feel my knees start to buckle. "Thanks." I go back to kicking the grass with my shoe. "I uhh... think you're really hot. I mean... yeah... well, you KNOW you're hot." I look back up at him and blush as I see his smile widen. I playfully poke him in his stomach, and we chuckle. "My heart was racing so fast when I got to kiss you." "Yeah, mine too. Soooo... do you...." Here it comes. This will forever change our lives. There's no going back, ever. Once we fool around, it's done. I will always have to live with it, but I don't think I have the strength to say no. Tyler just looks so incredibly sexy. People who would judge me for fooling around with Tyler never had an incredibly hot, willing, slightly-older brother. Fuck it, I'm doing it. "Do you... ya know... wanna be my boyfriend?" "WHAT?!?" I can't believe what I've just heard. I never thought he'd ask me to be his BOYFRIEND. I thought he was going to ask if I wanted to fool around or suck his dick, but be his boyfriend? What the fuck does that even mean? I'm completely stunned. "Ya know... I like you, and you like me.... So, do you wanna be boyfriends?" His smile has faded. He looks like he's standing on the edge of a cliff, and he's going to jump if I say no. It's a simple question in his mind, but I don't think he understands the difference between just fooling around and actually being my boyfriend... in a romantic relationship. I don't even know what being my brother's boyfriend would involve. Would we clean our room and then make out on the bed? Would I help him with his homework and then he'd suck my dick? Would we go on gay, boy-on-boy dates to dinner and a movie? Would we snuggle in bed together? Thinking about all of those questions, I realize the answer is yes to all of them. I take a deep breath and look up into his eyes. "Yeah.... YEAH! I'll be your boyfriend," I say as I watch his smile return. "Awesome!" He reaches out and touches my arm. His fingertips stroke my forearm very lightly, but his touch causes an even larger jolt to run through my body. I gasp and lurch backwards. "Sorry," I giggle, as I regain control. "I'm not going to hurt you." "I know, I know. It's just... that was... really... intense." I say, smiling again. "It was?" "Yeah, close your eyes," I say. He looks reluctant at first, but he bites his lip with a smile and closes them. I wait a few seconds before stroking his arm in the same way. "Fuck!" he gasps, too, and we laugh. "That feels... really good." "How does this feel?" I ask, taking his hand in mine and lacing our fingers together. "Holy shit," Tyler takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. "It feels like... I have a boyfriend." "Yeah, it's nice," I continue to hold his hand. He grins happily, but his eyes are still closed. I wait a few more seconds, but I finally whisper, "You can open your eyes now." "Sorry, I was kinda getting into the feels," he says, still smiling. "So whad'ya wanna do?" "Well...." I step around in front of him and take his other hand, so that we're facing each other and all of our fingers are interlocked. "We could play spin-the-bottle some more... ya know... just the two of us." "Sweet!" His smile widens. "Wait a minute! We don't even NEED the fucking bottle! We can just kiss!" "Yeah... that's what I meant," I say, peering dreamily into his eyes. "Mace, I wanna kiss you... like, really bad. I mean, really, REALLY bad.... But... I don't know how. I don't know how to do that tongue thing." "You think I've ever kissed anyone?" "I dunno." "I haven't. Just kiss me, ya know.... You've seen people French kiss on TV and in movies, right? Just do what they do." He looks unsure. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to put my arms up around your shoulders... like this. And you put your arms around my back... no, a little lower... like that. You ready?" "Fuck yeah!" Our bodies are pressed up against each other, and I can feel his hard dick through his shorts. I'll be getting familiar with that little guy soon, but not today. "Okay. I'm going to kiss you, just like earlier. But now, I'm going to tilt my head slightly to the left, and I want you to do the same. That way, our noses won't bump." "Okay...." He looks so eager. "Then, I'll kiss you. We'll just take it really slow. When you feel like it, open your mouth a little, and I'll open mine. You can just lick my tongue for a while and massage my lips with yours... or just do whatever. Do whatever feels right." "Holy shit!" he whispers. "I'm about to fucking KISS my boyfriend!" "Fuck yeah, you are!" I whisper with a smile. I tilt my head and before I know it, my lips are on his. We both immediately open our mouths and I feel his tongue timidly brush up against mine. We slowly go back and forth, tasting each other's tongues, really working each other's lips. Tyler moans and goes in even deeper. This feels so good... way better than I'd ever imagined. This is so much more than experimenting or fooling around. This is a boyfriend kiss. This is a serious kiss. This is a kiss that's going to make me cum. I pull back and our eyes lock. Tyler has the most incredible smile on his face. It's the happiest I've ever seen him in my life. I can't believe that I can make him this happy, and seeing his smile is making me equally as happy. "Tyler!" I whisper and then embrace him. I hug him tightly, and he wraps his arms warmly around my back. The jolt hits me again, but I'm able to maintain the embrace. I realize I don't even remember the last time I've been hugged. We're not an affectionate family. I nuzzle my face into his chest and let out a sound that I've never head myself make before. It's kind of a purr. "Thank you," he rocks me from side to side very slightly. "Thank you SO much. Thank you for saying yes! Thank you for being my boyfriend." "I should be the one thanking YOU!" I look up at him finally. "Can I kiss you again?" he asks with widening eyes. I quickly nod and Tyler's tongue is back inside my mouth. We go at it more slowly this time, and I try to take in all of the sensations. I feel his tongue working magic against mine, our lips melting together... so perfectly, his hands holding me so tenderly, and his hard dick pressed up against mine. "MASON!!!" Mom calls out of the kitchen window with her usual screeching tone. "Shit, dude!" Tyler rubs his hands up and down my back, continuing to smile that amazing smile. "Did you like that?" I tickle the back of his neck with my fingertips. "Fuck yeah!" He leans back in, trying to kiss me again. "We gotta go! Mom's calling!" I peer around the corner of the shed and see her silhouette inside the kitchen window. "BE THERE IN A SEC!" I call back to her. "Okay, just a little bit more." We chuckle as we pick up where we left off. Tyler's hands are moving around my back, and eventually he slides one up to the back of my head, which he uses to press his mouth even further into mine. Everything he's doing is driving me wild. We are going to have a hell of good time together. "MASON!!!" she screams again, and we have to break it for good, this time. "COMING!" I scream with annoyance back at her. "Adjust your boner. I can see it," I say. It looks amazing through his basketball shorts... it's standing straight up, so my kissing did its job. I wish I could just drop to my knees and start sucking it... but there will be time for that. He tucks it up into his waistband as I adjust mine. I run back to the house in a stupor with Tyler following behind. "That was fucking amazing!" I say quietly as I approach the door. "Yeah," he smiles. He looks like he's reliving it in his head. "WHAT were you boys doing behind that SHED? And what are you two SMILING about?" she interrogates us as if she could get us to confess. "Were you... SMOKING?" "No, we weren't smoking. Here, smell my breath." I exhale in her face, and immediately regret it. I sure hope my breath doesn't smell like Tyler in any way. "Okay, then, what were you doing?" "Nothing... we were just plotting against Carson," I say before Tyler can screw it up. She knows when Tyler is doing something wrong if she can interrogate him alone. I'll have to work on some evasive strategies with him. "PLEASE! Carson will only be here for four more days. All I ask is that you behave until then... for ME." "Tell that to Carson," I say, rolling my eyes. "Well, what did you want?" "What?" "Why did you CALL me when we were outside?" I try not to sound too annoyed, but she just interrupted the most amazing, most intense moment of my life and now she doesn't remember why she was screeching. "Oh yeah. I need you to ride your bike to the dollar store and buy two cans of chopped tomatoes. That's CHOPPED tomatoes. Here's two dollars, and a quarter for tax. I want the change AND the receipt!" "I know the drill," I say heading for my room. "I have to change clothes, and then I'll go." "Tyler, start your homework." "I don't have any." "Yeah, right. START it!" "Fine." We both head to our bedroom. I quickly change to a diffeent pair of shorts that are better for bike riding. It's amazing.... I was right on the verge of cumming, and a few words from my mom, I'm completely limp again. Tyler sits down at our computer desk, looking at me and hoping for another kiss. "I can't. If I get delayed one more time, Mom will get even more suspicious." "I know." I walk behind him and reach around to rub my hands down his chest, and then plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "I'll be back," I say as I leave the room, smiling back at him. He puts his head down on his desk, but looks over at me with a sweet smile. I run outside and hop on my bike. As I head down the street, the entire scene plays through my mind like a movie. I play the kissing parts in slow-motion, moving my lips like I did during the real thing. Mmmm... every second was perfect. I suddenly find myself in the parking lot of the dollar store, and I don't even remember how I got there. I take the bike lock and chain out of my backpack and fasten it like I have so many times before. I quickly dart around the store and get what I need. I occasionally glance up at people, but it seems like they're staring at me like they know what I've done. I guess I shouldn't look so guilty. I buy the tomatoes and run back outside. I throw the cans in my backpack, along with the bike lock and chain, and I'm off for home again. I allow myself to relive the fantasy again, but I linger on the warm hug this time. I can still feel his arms around me. I make the turn into our driveway a little too fast and my tires skid on the concrete. I quickly, but quietly lean my bike up against the garage and run over to our bedroom window. Luckily, Tyler is in the bedroom alone. He sees me and smiles. He bounces over to the window and eases it open without any noise. He's put on his oversized black sweatshirt, but he's still wearing the same basketball shorts. "I missed you," he says with the most romantic smile as he removes the screen from the window. "I uhh...." I realize that I'm panting for the first time. I'm completely out of breath. "I was pedaling so hard... to get back to you... so I guess I missed you, too." I smile. I look around, and the coast is clear. "I had to put on this sweatshirt to hide it.... My dick won't go down!" he whispers, and we giggle. "I'll have to put on my sweatshirt, too." I say. We kiss a few times through the open window, trying to stay silent. "You... really liked that hug, huh?" he whispers. I feel a lump quickly forming in my throat, so I nod to keep myself from crying. Shit, I really DID like that hug. "C'mon," he says, holding out his hands. I take them and climb through the window. I snuggle myself into his huge sweatshirt again and moan as I release all tension in my body. "I could stay here forever," I sigh, tightening my embrace. This time, he kisses me a few times on the top of my head. I hear the front door open and I panic. I quickly throw myself back out the window, and without thinking, I lean back in for one more quick kiss. I casually walk back to my bike and pick up my backpack. I see that it was just Parker who came outside to draw on the cement driveway with chalk. I head inside, trying to compose myself. I wonder if this is going to be what life is like from now on. Happiness is going to be such a different feeling for both of us. We're going to have to disguise it as much as possible and try to cut way down on the smiling. We'll have to imitate normalcy, and sneak a kiss whenever we can. This boyfriend thing seems like it's going to work out.