Mason in the Center, Part 2
by Joe L
"I'm really nervous," I whisper.
"Me too," Tyler whispers, taking a deep breath.
"Are you nervous about me calling you stupid or starting your job?"
"Duh, starting my job! We've practiced the stupid thing enough!"
"It has to be perfect… to fool Mom."
"It will be perfect… then, everything will be perfect." Tyler glances at Parker, who is not paying attention to us, so he lightly strokes my forearm with his fingertips. I let out a soft moan.
"What are you nervous about tonight?"
"I dunno… like I'll drop a tray of drinks or dishes, or I'll spill something on someone."
"You'll get the hang of it. Just make sure to keep everyone's glasses full of iced tea and water… and smile. Smile… a lot. If you do those things, the servers will make a lot of money, and they'll tip you out more."
"I'll just have to think about you all night," he smiles, giving my arm another stroke. "Come on. Let's go for a run. It'll calm both of our nerves."
"I can't keep up with you," I say.
"I'll go slow. We can just jog." Tyler says, putting on his running shoes. "Park, you gonna be okay if we go running?"
"I wanna go, too!" Parker says, predictably.
"No way! Mom will be home soon, and you need to be here to tell her where we went!"
"Fine," he sighs.
We jog down the driveway and onto the bike path that lines our street.
"Hey," Tyler says with a guilty smile.
"Tell me another story… about Kyle and Ethan," he whispers.
"I can't run and think at the same time!" I plead. I already feel like I'm breathing heavy.
"You can do anything!" Tyler turns around to face me and jogs backwards with zero effort.
"Okay, okay," I ponder for a moment. "All right, I got it."
"Good," Tyler smiles in anticipation.
"It's late at night, and I hear the predictable knock on my door. I don't want to see Ethan tonight, though. I feel like I'm about to cry."
"Aww," Tyler interrupts.
"'Hey, Kyle!' A loud whisper makes its way through the door. 'Coast is clear!' I pull my blanket up over my head as Ethan lets himself into my room."
"Why is Kyle hiding?" Tyler asks.
"Ethan sits on my bed and pats my leg… and I burst out in tears. I can't take it anymore. 'What's wrong, buddy?' he asks, pulling back the covers. I can't speak, but that doesn't deter Ethan. He picks me up easily and carries me back to his bedroom and places me on his bed. He hops in beside me and strokes my hair to calm me down."
"Hang on," Tyler pauses to adjust himself. "I'm already hard," he chuckles. "I love the romance stuff."
"''You gonna tell me what's wrong?' Ethan asks, trying to soothe me. 'You're gonna have to eventually.'"
"I bet I know what's coming," Tyler chuckles.
"'I LOVE YOU!' I sniffle, finally confessing everything. 'I love you so much.'"
"Aww," Tyler moans, adjusting himself again.
"'Hey, buddy, we talked about this!' Ethan says, wiping away my tears. 'We're just fooling around a little while I'm single. When I get a girlfriend, we're gonna have to go back to normal.'"
"What a dick," Tyler smirks.
"'I know, I know,' I take a deep breath, 'but I can't help it! I love you SO much. I think about you all the time! I can't wait until I get to be with you next, and I can't stand being apart!"
"That sounds like someone I know," Tyler laughs.
"Both of us," we laugh. "Okay, go ahead."
"'You don't love me,' Ethan says. 'You just love the sex and the attention.'"
"Whatever." Tyler rolls his eyes.
"'I DO love you! I promise!' I plead. I take a deep breath, getting really serious and I stare right into Ethan's eyes. 'I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me tonight… right now.'"
"Ooh," Tyler turns a corner. "This way."
"'Mmmm…' Ethan smiles, biting his lip. 'You do have a hot little ass… you sure about this?'"
"C'mon," Tyler turns suddenly and jogs up a driveway. The front yard of this house looks totally ignored and the windows of the house are boarded up. This house is abandoned. Tyler pushes one board and it easily gives way. Tyler climbs inside and holds it open for me to slip in.
"I didn't know about this place!" I say, looking around. It looks like a contractor started building it, ran out of money and just left it.
"It was my place… before you and I got together… to be by myself and… cry and stuff."
"Aww," I walk up to Tyler and put my arms up around his shoulders as he locks his around the small of my back.
"Finish the story," he whispers.
"'Ohh daaaaammmnn,' Ethan says after shooting his cum inside of me. I hold on to him with every ounce of strength left in my body. 'That's the best I've ever had!' He chuckles and kisses me a few times. 'I don't want any girls. I want you. I want you every night.'"
"Yeahhh!" Tyler moans.
"'Okay, you got me, Kyle. I… uhh… love you, too.'"
"Yay!" Tyler chuckles, knowing our kiss is coming soon.
"A happy ending," I laugh. "What a shocker."
"We're gonna be so great together next week… making love… all day." Tyler has a hunger in his eyes that I've always wanted to see. I want him to want to fuck me. I don't want him to do it just cuz I want him to. I want him to crave being inside of me. I want his cum inside of my body so badly.
"We're gonna be unstoppable." I embrace him tightly and open my mouth for a really slow and wet kiss. I love the moan he makes when we've he's been anticipating a kiss for a long time. I hope to get some new types of moans out of him soon.
After a few minutes, I quickly drop to my knees because I know Tyler is close. I yank down his shorts and quickly get his dick in my mouth.
"You better not cum," he says, breathing quickly. "I want yours, too."
"Mmmmhmmm…." I moan, gulping down his sweet cream. He churned up a nice amount for me, considering we had just spent our after-school time together about an hour ago. I may have to make story time one of our regular activities. "Okay, hurry!" I stand up quickly, knowing I got every drop.
"Yeah," Tyler quickly gets his mouth around my dick and after a couple of passes of his lips down my shaft, I close my eyes, arch my back, and enjoy the waves of pleasure running through my body. Tyler never lingers and quickly is back up, enjoying a deep, cummy kiss.
"That was so good," I sigh, pulling up my shorts.
"Yeah, c'mon. Mom should be home now. We can do our performance and then I have to get ready for work."
We run home and kick Parker off of the computer to set up our scenario. My heart is really thumping, but I know I can pull this off. I have to. Everything depends on it.
We load up a game on the computer to back up our story and both take a deep breath.
"Ready?" he asks.
"Just sec. Hold your breath and try to make your face really red." Tyler closes his eyes, squints up his face and holds his breath. The effect is perfect. "Okay, let's go."
Tyler storms down the hall in front of me, angrily plops down on the couch, snatches the remote control away from Parker and then throws it as hard as he can on the other end of the couch.
"SOR–REE!" I say as sarcastically as I can. I head around the corner, seeing Mom at the sink peeling potatoes. She may have missed Tyler's entire opening act. I add a "Jesus!" to really get her attention as I head for the fridge.
"What's going on?" she sighs with exhaustion. It must've been a long day for her at the pharmacy. This could work to our advantage. "Tyler?"
"Nothing!" he seethes on the couch. That was perfect.
"Nothing," I sigh getting a Gatorade out of the fridge.
"What IS IT?" she asks, finally putting her potato down and turning around.
"It's nothing. We were playing this computer game… you wouldn't understand… and I showed Tyler how to get through this level like… four times, and he couldn't do it. I swear, sometimes it's like he's TRYING to be stupid!"
"What did you say?" she squints up her eyes at me.
"You know what I'm talking about. You've tried to show him how to do something before. He doesn't listen. He doesn't focus. He's just, like… AAAAUUUUGHHHH!" I make a distorted face and a matching stupid groan that should do the trick.
"What is WRONG with you?" she asks incredulously. This is very out of character for me, especially lately. Still, she doesn't seem suspicious as to what's really going on.
"Nothing's wrong with me," I say, nonchalantly taking a gulp of my Gatorade. "I'm just related to some stupid people."
"That's IT! You're not going with us to the water park on Friday!" she declares triumphantly. This is going perfectly.
"C'mon," I protest with confidence. She has never gone back on a punishment in our lives. "It's not like I ever have anything to look forward to."
"Well… you…," she says, flustered. "Apologize to your brother RIGHT NOW!" Shit. That's not what I wanted to hear. All of my good behavior lately has bought some unwanted consequences.
"Sorry," I say with no feeling and I quickly turn to Tyler, who has a confused and frightened look on his face. He's just as surprised as I am to hear Mom's turn-around. I don't know what to do, but Tyler quickly flips me off. That's a great idea! I give him both middle fingers in the air and time it so that Mom just barely sees them before I pretend to be scratching my head.
"You're done! You're not going!" She turns around and begins peeling another potato with fury as I sigh with relief. I look over at Tyler, who is smiling with sweet satisfaction. Suddenly all of the awful things that I said about him are flooding back to me, and I feel tears quickly welling up in my eyes. I might as well use it!
"FINE! I don't want to go anyway!" I scream as I feel tears dripping down my cheeks. "That place is GROSS! The pools are full of PISS and SHIT and SNOT and BLOOD and… fuckin' TRASH and…"
"And chlorine," Mom says calmly from the sink.
"I'm going for a walk!" I sniffle and stomp towards the front door.
"Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes."
I run around the side of the house and wait for Tyler at the bedroom window. He soon appears, and my tears start flowing again. Tyler quietly opens the bedroom window and I lean in and kiss him.
"I'm so sorry!" My tears quickly turn into sobs and I have to make an effort to be quiet. Tyler hugs me through the window with his big, loving smile.
"You were SO GREAT!" he says, chuckling and stroking my hair to calm me down.
"I'm so sorry," I repeat, trying to give him some soft kisses.
"Hey," he says in a sudden, serious tone. "We're gonna make love."
"Yeah," I take a big, deep cleansing breath. "We are."
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