Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2021 19:03:24 +0000 (UTC) From: JH Subject: A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 13 This is a work of fiction - names and places are elements of fiction. Please donate to Nifty.org at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Your donation will allow stories such as this to be published. Other stories: Nifty/Beginnings/Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 13 So, I'm not stupid. I realize that innocent things happen that look suspicious but when you add to the mystery by not responding, well, you get what you ask for. I don't have evidence to prove the scene with college boys would have remained innocent or led to something not innocent if I hadn't interrupted and given the fact Ty has a history of chasing college boys, then I'm right in my thinking. My problem is my pride and my trust. Am I looking for a problem that really isn't there or am I preparing for the problem that's inevitably coming. I was not going to the championship game but, again, Bryce enticed me to come. I didn't want there to be concern that something was going on between Ty and me. Ty played and he played well. He won his match which propelled the team to win the championship. It was a big event for the club. Everyone was there and a reception followed. I did not stay for the reception. I was still behind on school work and went home to knock out two more days of homework. I had two make-up quizzes to prepare for chemistry and calculus and now that I'm working with the quarterback for three afternoons, my schedule is getting busy again. It makes me happy though. I may not be the hero on the field, but at least I get to be a hero. Bryce dropped the greatest thing in my lap before I left. Party! Oh yes. There was a party next weekend he wanted to check out and he wanted me to go with him. There couldn't have been better news and with better timing! Something to live for, at last! At home, things were quiet. Ty did not have tennis practice anymore and the parents were happy he was getting some time back. Mom was concerned that his grades may have suffered a bit but he wouldn't say so. On Tuesday, he went with Jordan out to visit Jordan's cousin. It was just an afterschool thing to see if they hit it off. While I had originally hoped that this was not an attempt to get Ty and Ricky together, I was also hoping this wasn't some attempt to get Ty alone with Jordan. It was probably far-fetched to think that the big basketball star liked boys. I mean, come on, not everyone around here is gay. I missed Ty slipping into my room at night. I missed him stretching out on my bed and talking casually with me. I missed his puffy lips sucking on mine. I didn't know if this was the new normal. I felt like I should slip into my comatose state and lay around feeling sorry for myself. The issue was, this was of my own making. Whatever happened last week, I could have dismissed it and put up a strong front. Ty was my man and I was his and nothing should set us back this way; however, I don't have enough experience to know how to set aside such an offense. College boys. Damn I wish he hadn't done that or I wish I hadn't caught it. What if it was no big deal, had I just wrecked all that we had created? This is where I have to be careful. I can fall on my own sword and leave him unaccountable for his actions. No, I'm not doing that. Ok, enough ranting. The week was cool. No peaks and valleys, just school, football, and texting with friends I had otherwise omitted due to the time I spent with Ty. As we progressed toward an away game, Mark had wavered a bit in his play preparation but I crawled him one good time and got him back in line. He learned two new plays which, by the end of week, were ready for execution in Friday night's game. The team was equal to us and would not be a given win. The bus ride to the game took over an hour and the game was played. The home team had a large crowd. Their offense played exceptionally well and in the end, they won. It was the first loss of the season but with 6 wins under our belt, the coach told us not to get worked up about it. He was pleased we were showing more cohesiveness. I started to ask Mark if he knew what that meant but that was hateful so didn't pursue it. Bryce and I closed the loop on the party plan for Saturday night. I got in a little after midnight. Everyone was asleep. I peeked in Ty's room and he was sleeping. He left his tv on. Oh wow, I had an enormous wave of something sweep over me, like I wanted to crawl in with him. I left it alone and changed clothes and turned in. I wasn't coming home from these games hot and sweaty like in the old days. Saturday was eat up with chores and yardwork. Today. Bill had Ty running errands with Mom and I was back in the yard. We had to repair the water fountain in the backyard because it was fountaining correctly or something. A new hose had to be installed along with a new motor. It wasn't complicated, it just took forever because we had to be careful with the slate lining. Then, having had a good pork roast for dinner, I was able to get away to the party. Ty and I did not compare notes on what we were doing. I had a black sweater that looked great with my dark hair and the weather was cool but comfortable. I drove over to Bryce's house and picked him up. His mom waved from the door. She was a nice lady. He looked just like her with the blond hard and perfect complexion. "Your mom's hot," I told him. "Say it again and I'll break your other leg," he said, giving me a charlie horse in my calf. "But then again, I could say the same. Your mom must have been a looker in her younger days," he said. I swerved the car when I looked over and gave him the evil eye. It was true though. We knew which house was the party when we approached it on the East Side. The street was jammed with cars. Bang! There was Ty's mini cooper parked on the edge of the road. "Surprise!" I thought. I guess I know where he is tonight. . "Oh look," shouted Bryce in my ear. "Ty's here! That's awesome!" It certainly went a long way from us looking suspicious, arriving places in separate cars but then I was reminded it didn't really matter right now anyway. I finally found a place to park and we entered through a side door. Charles, who really goes by Chuck, except everyone calls him Charles to give him shit, greeted us. "Welcome guys!" he said when we walked in. "I see you have brought us more royalty," he said to Bryce. I didn't understand the reference until we walked back to the kitchen to get a beer and found Jordan Rose and his entourage hanging out, with Ty in the middle of them. Oh they were having a good laugh and Ty turned around and saw me and froze for a moment. "Hey Ty," I said happily. "Y'all having a good time?" I asked. It looked good to not be snarky here. He played along. "Oh yeah, just telling the guys about my awesome visit with Jordan's cousin Ricky. He was really amazing," he said. Jordan was grinning. He hadn't told me about the visit and I felt bad for not asking. More questions flooded my mind and I asked myself if it was meant to be an "all or nothing deal" between Ty and me. I didn't have but a minute before Bryce shouted for me to reach him a beer from the cooler. Just then, Tristan came up and surprised me. "Hey Josh!" he cheered. "I'm so glad to see you," and with a whisper he said, "this party is kinda lame. Ty is all caught up with the `playas' and I'm just wandering around," he whined. He tagged with us as we ventured around talking to people. A couple of guys were burning up the football team after last night's loss. I told them to settle down. The team was in transformation. They looked at me confused, probably didn't know what "transformation" meant. We walked outside to get fresh air. This party wasn't really turning out to be so great. The crowd, well, was not really my crowd. These guys had a bit more "thug" going on than I was accustomed to. The smell of pot was everywhere. I don't object to social vices but the stuff never settled well when I tried it. Bryce agreed completely. Poor Tristan, he was definitely outside the box. Fortunately, Bryce got a text about a get together back in the city, over on Windsor. Now that's the "high rent" district for sure. He looked at me expectantly. "Absolutely," I said. "Let's go!" We were about to walk off when I felt a tug at my sweater. It was Tristan. "Take me with you," he pleaded. "I'm going to lose the will to live if I stay here," he said pathetically. I cracked up at his dramatics. I told him to let Ty know he was coming with us and to come on. He was back in 5 minutes. He climbed in the back seat and we got the hell out of dodge. I learned that the basketball crowd was another breed. They have their own rhythm, their own language, their own standards. We pulled onto Windsor 45 minutes later and I was met with a big fucking house! It was one of those european style houses that shot out in all directions. "This might not be my set either," I thought to myself. "Who lives here?" I asked. I didn't know who was throwing the party, hadn't asked. "Lisa Buxtehude," Bryce said. "What the hell! I didn't know she was rich," I said. "I thought she was just a bitch," and Tristan chuckled from the back. "Oh yeah, rich bitch, you might say," said Bryce. "But it's going to be a lot better here," he reminded me. And it was. It was a good group, everyone was having fun. Somebody was pouring wine in plastic cups, just the way it should be drunk at a party. There was beer in the coolers and somebody was pouring shots at a bar in the big room. I wasn't sure what the room was called. We meandered and surely, I knew a lot of these people. They wanted to gab, to hear about the car incident, the arrest, the interview. I had some celebrity status which made me happy. I'm sure there was snarky politics going on under the surface as there usually with these kind of people but they left me out of it. Tristan stuck to us like glue and was a lot happier here for sure. A couple of girls snatched him up and whisked him away. L:isa was everywhere. She was laughing and so happy people were having a good time at her house. She cornered me and I told her it was a great party. And a great house. Eventually, we ended up outside by a firepit on the back patio. It was nice and warm there. The backyard view was nice, looking over the golf course of the country club. It was dark and the temperature had dropped. I didn't think anything of it since I'm naturally warm blooded. Tristan caught up to use and tried to squeeze in closer to the firepit. He claimed he was freezing. When I saw his cheek shiver, I knew he probably was cold. "Where's your jacket?" "In the car." "Want to go get it?" and I offered him the keys. "I'm not walking down that road by myself," he replied. "I'd go missing and it would take days for y'all to find me!" he exclaimed. Dramatics! I told him I would go with him. I wanted to do some snooping anyway. "What's Ty up to?" "He's not saying much. Are y'all on the outs, Josh? I hate to see it, I really do." "I don't know. That scene last week threw me for a loop. I don't know what it might have led to if I hadn't shown up." "It really was innocent," he said. "They just started talking to us and you know Ty loves an audience. They bought us the ice cream but they didn't suggest anything," he explained. I felt my blood start to heat up. We reached my car parked in the cul-de-sac and we walked over to the passenger side. He leaned up against the car. "It's not too late, Josh. You have something special. You need to get it together," he told me. Normally I would not appreciate interference but Tristan meant well, I know he did. "I would love to have someone but it's not in the cards for me, I guess," he said. "Tristan, you just need to be patient. In a year, when you are away at school, you will have to keep lists of all the guys after you. You'll be sick of all the guys. This is high school, these guys don't know what they're doing." "You seem to," he said. "That's why I'm here without a boyfriend too," I laughed. "Really? You think it's over?" he said, as he looked up at me, with those dancing eyes. "If we were together, we wouldn't be apart like this," I said. "What would you say?" I whispered. "I don't know. I mean, would if you met someone else? Would you cheat on him?" "I wouldn't say cheat, Tristan. If I'm unattached, it's not cheating. If he wants to get back together, I would be up for it. In the meantime, I'm not going to dangle around waiting to find out," and I leaned in a bit and said, "you are so beautiful, Tristan." He reddened and looked sheepish. "No I'm not. You need to stop that. Do you think so?" "You can stop with that stuff," I told him, running my fingers in his curly hair. "You look incredible tonight. In fact, you dazzle all the time," I said in a whisper. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just plain hormones but I leaned in and kissed him. He froze for just a moment then he started kissing me back. I cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer. Oh my God, the taste of his lips and tongue. The wetness caused my head to spin. As I put my arm around his back, I slipped under his sweater and I could feel the skin on his back. It's kind of weird how you remember people. When I think of him, I picture someone smaller when in reality, he has nice form, more filled out than you would think. I remembered him mentioning his soccer days and he was thinking of running track. I guess that's where that definition comes from. "I have memories," I whispered in his ear.. "You do?: he said feigning surprise. "I do too," he said. "You in that little bathing suit. Your body was so perfect." "I remember you stroking me. It felt so good," he said back between kisses. "I remember how it pulsed in my grip when you came. You were amazing," I said. I pushed against him and he pressed back. I could feel him pushing against my hardness. I took his bottom lip in and sucked on it and gave just a light bite. His arms went around my waist and settled on my ass. God did that turn me on. We kissed so deeply. The taste of his gloss permeated my mouth. My tongue jabbed in his mouth and he sucked it in. "Tristan, I'll do whatever you want right now at this moment. I can't make promises about tomorrow but what's now is now," I said. "I'm not going to date you after Ty," he said. "But Josh, I need to feel you on me right now. I want to be with you. Please!" he said after gripping my body with his arms tight, as if to hold himself up. I opened the back door and he slid in. I slid in and landed on top of him. He wrapped his legs around me and I hadn't felt anything this good in a while. I kissed him and looked into his gorgeous glassy eyes. He moaned and his body shivered. He pushed me up and off of him. "Unbuckle them," he said, pointing to my jeans and I did. My hard cock struggled to come free of my boxers. I sat down on the seat and he climbed over and took my hard cock in his hand. He went down on it gently, swirling his tongue. Sideways blowjobs don't do much for me so I backed toward the door and he took me straight in. Oh my God did he have skill. I will never forget how my cock looked being absorbed by his soft, puffy lips. He moved slowly down to the base then pulled back and he did this over and over. He added spit and made slurping noises. I could see his perfect ass in his jeans, as he was laying on the seat, his legs spread. God I wanted that ass. I told him to get up and unbuckle. He did. Then I laid down on the seat and motioned for him to get on top of me backwards. It was the 69 position. He went back down on me and being as hard as I was, this was even better. He lunged back and put his ass in my face. Ok, you know I have become an ass fanatic and here it was, the most beautiful ass coming for my face. I grabbed his cheeks and spread them. I pulled him back, ensuring his tight little hole landed on my mouth. My tongue shot out and as if to catch a fly and I tasted his clean, puckering hole. I lapped at it. I lapped at his crack. I sucked in his balls. He had a nice cock. Rock solid and standing up. He continued going up and down on me, the slurping noises just adding to the experience. I inched him back so that his cock slipped into my mouth. I could smell his body and felt him firmness in my mouth. He moaned with me inside his mouth. I shuddered I felt it coming and I couldn't slow him down. I warned him I was about to cum and he wouldn't let up. The suction was so hot. He pressed his ass down hard on my face, and he took my load. He lightly jerked me as he sucked and I'm sure it was a good size nut. It had been two days since I jerked off. He sat up.. I was panting and uttering things. "Oh God, Josh, this is the best thing I have ever done. Oh God, I'm..I'm!" he shouted, bouncing his ass back to my face. I reached around and took him in my hand, and he shot. I felt the pulsing then I felt the cum gathered around my hand. He whimpered and jerked. The smooth skin from his butt was pressed against my cheek. I'm not sure normal people ever experience things like this. I couldn't believe what had happened. I slowly pushed him off my face. "That was the feast of a lifetime," I told him. "Thank you for letting me do that," I said as he turned around to face me. He laid down on the side of the seat beside me. His cum was smattered all over my shirt. "Aw fuck," he said. "Something to remember me by," he said, swiping up a glob and bringing it to my mouth. I licked his finger and tasted his cum. Oh he was fresh. His cum was strong. He then kissed me. "Thank you for not trying to fuck me, Josh. You know I can't do that yet," he said. "You do that when you are good and ready. Nobody makes you do anything, you hear?" He nodded and laid his head on my shoulder. God he was the sweetest guy. "We have to get back," I said. Just then, his phone went off and it was Ty asking where he was. Wasn't that great timing? He texted back and said with Josh and Bryce. "Good answer," I told him. It was 11 and everyone would have to get home soon for curfews. I zipped up my jacket after trying to get his cum off my shirt. It just smeared worse. It was a thick load, "the little twerp!" We went back and nonchalantly found Bryce who seemed to be looking for us. We said goodbyes as others were leaving as well. I noticed it as soon as we got in, the car smelled pungent. Tristan cracked his window saying he needed fresh air. Bryce didn't say anything. We dropped Tristan off at his house. Tristan texted Ty to see if he was ok to drive home. He said that Jordan was bringing him home and someone, a nondrinker, was driving his car. "Uh oh," said Tristan. "He got his buzz on, I guess," he said. He waved goodbye and gave me that knowing look. That look that only we know what went on tonight. And it would have to stay that way. When I pulled away Bryce asked, "Can you stay up when you get home or do you have to go to bed?" "No, I can stay up. They don't care as long as I'm home. Why? You want to come over?" I asked. "Yeah, if it's ok." "Sure, I'm not tired." When we got home, I stuck my head in the parents bedroom to let them know I was home. I told them Ty was on his way too even though it looked like he was going to be late. Bryce was already in my room. I went in and was about to take off my jacket when I remembered Tristan's spooge was smeared all over my shirt front. I left the jacket on. "Well, that was quite a night," I said. "I didn't know that's where Crocodile Lisa lived." Bryce laughed. "I guess the pharma business is good for the wallet," I added. I sat down on the bed beside Bryce. He started, "Hey Josh, you know you can trust me right?" I nodded yes. "I mean, you can trust me with anything, right?" I nodded again. "So listen, I don't want you to get mad," and whenever someone says that you're probably going to get mad but I let him continue. "Earlier this evening, I noticed you were gone so I went looking for you. I walked out onto the street and looked down at the turn around to make sure you hadn't left me. I thought I saw movement in your car. Promise you won't get mad," he said again. "Look, I won't get mad. Just tell me!" I said in a loud whisper. "I snuck up on the car thinking you had a girl but I got close enough to see you had Tristan! He was sucking you off," he said with utter surprise. This was the time I decided to practice my poker face. No reaction, no panic. "Ok," I said calmly. "Well, it was a surprise, Josh. I mean, I'm sorry I didn't mean to spy on you but, so um, I have a question, and remember you can absolutely trust me." This is where I presumed he was going to ask me if I was gay. I had to be prepared. How would I handle this trust thing? Could I trust him? "Dude, was it good?" he asked as if he was verifying if a burger was delicious! "Huh?" "Was it good? I mean, was it a satisfactory experience is what I'm asking." I can't imitate my speech in writing so imagine a slow, methodical response, showing caution and thoughtfulness. "So, Bryce, it was good. I liked it," was my response. "I have thought about it, man. I have wondered if something like that would be fun. I mean it takes everything you got to get action from the girls in this hood, know what I mean? And they aren't really keen on sucking. It's terrifying, though," and he paused. "How did you get that going?" he asked. "Look Bryce, it wasn't planned or anything and I am not suggesting Tristan is like a boy blowjob machine or anything. He's a terrific guy," and Bryce interrupted me and said he knew that. He loved Tristan. "We were talking about things, it got personal, and well, one thing led to another. That's all," I said. "So did he offer and you just pulled it out?" "No Bryce. While we were talking, I picked at him, got a little flirty. You know that, well guys like me, and I'm not bragging, can command attention when I want it, right? I was feeling the moment but I had to offer him something to get it off the ground, to show my respect." "What?" "I kissed him," I said. "You did what!" Bryce said in a loud whisper. "You kissed him?" "Oh yeah. It was pretty nice. He had some lip gloss on, and well, we did that then it started." I stopped here for a moment. "Listen, Bryce, I'm betraying an important confidence. If this got back to him, I would have to kill you and I mean in an awful way. He is a really special guy and what we did was really nice. Very affectionate. I can't say it will happen again and I'm just hoping it doesn't become an issue between us. You know? There is never a day I would want to hurt Tristan and anyone else who hurt him would meet my wrath. Get me?" "Dude, I am totally with you. Between Ty, Tristan, and you know there is Gabriel, no one is going to mess with them. But!" he said with emphasis, "If there was some play opportunity, I would not turn it down. Well, not with Ty, per se, I kinda know him too well. Know what I mean?" "Yes I do and this can never get back to Ty. He would flip his hair." "Yep, I can only imagine." "Are we good Bryce? Because, listen, I have been through a lot and what transpired tonight, well it was kind of a special thing. Did something for my confidence, for my esteem. I don't need a bunch of judgements and what not, especially from you, right now. Of all the people I have met here, I have the highest esteem for you. This trust thing is crucial right now." "Josh, I wasn't there for you when the attack first happened. I didn't know what to do or what to say. But if it means anything right now, I'm here. If this is what you need, then I got you brother. Don't think I will ever forget that moment when you dropped the greatest pass of my life into my lap for a touchdown of a lifetime. That's some crucial shit, you know?" "Thanks man. You deserved that. I was so happy you were the guy." "Josh, listen, the first day you walked out onto the field, I looked at some guys and said `PRICK!'" and he laughed. I didn't think it was funny. "Did you?" "Oh yeah. We thought "prick" all the way! Well, within ten minutes, Josh, we fell in love with you. You were like the greatest thing we had ever seen. You had us right here," he said pointing his finger into the palm of his hand. And I felt it, that emotional thing. My face burned and my eyes watered. "Dude, all the guys, when we mention you, speak in quiet reverence, man. We went from "best" to "lest" in one night. Some of us will never forgive it. Ever!" and that's when the waterworks hit full blast. My head collapsed forward into the palms of my hands and tears streamed down my face. I really couldn't contain myself. Just as my chest heaved, Bryce leaned forward and put his arms around me. He smelled like beer and Polo, almost making me laugh. "It's ok, Josh. You have every right. I'm here brother," he said quietly. And he let me stay like that for a bit until I could calm down. What was I so emotional about? Was it because he opened the door for it? Was it because I'm always surprised to discover I'm not alone on the island? Or is part of the rabbit hole Dr. Perrow described? Well, whatever it was, I would always refer to Bryce Chatley with the same reverence he spoke of me. Just then, without warning, Ty popped my door open. "Hey guys, what up!" he said, and his hand flew to his mouth at the sight of my emotional state.