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|-- RYAN --|
Moping on the sofa is what Will called it. Me, I just called it serious downtime. Will came home from class and started his homework immediately – me, I took some downtime first and then worked anything I needed to do after dinner. Different styles for different people I guess.
The bad thing about my down-time was thinking about how much longer we had till school was done. Thanks to the summer semester, Will and I were both officially juniors. Unfortunately, we weren't ahead of schedule like I'd wanted to be. We might be able to finish at the end of the winter semester next year, but that would be pushing it. Will wasn't up for pushing any harder and I was kinda disappointed that we wouldn't finish sooner.
Maybe I was moping. I was sitting on the sofa watching some television when the phone rang.
"Hey, Tracer. Will's not home right now."
"I'm actually calling to talk to you for a minute," Tracer replied.
"We got a large envelope addressed to you today. I stuck it in a larger envelope and mailed it to you. You should get it tomorrow – I'd guess. Just wanted to give you a heads up it was coming."
"Who's it from?" I asked.
"It just had a Wyoming address on it… no name."
"Weird… OK. I'll be expecting it."
"How's Will's wrist?"
"He's got one more week to go in the cast. Then some careful time and he'll be good as new again."
"That's good. Oh, I almost forgot," Tracer added. "We got the invite to Jake and Gavin's party. It's the weekend of the twenty-sixth. Let us know if you're planning to go."
"I'll check with Will and have him call you," I replied.
"Sounds good. Take care!"
"Love you," I said.
"Love you, too. Bye!"
I went back to watching television, my form of relaxing after school. Will got home from school about seven p.m. and we fixed dinner together.
"You interested in going to the Halloween party this year?" I asked as I chopped an onion.
"That could be fun. We didn't get to go last year," Will replied.
"Yeah. Well, we were otherwise occupied with getting better."
"When is it?" Will asked.
"The weekend before Halloween. Tracer told me the date, but I forgot."
"Well, let's check our schedules and see if it will work out."
We cleaned up after dinner and each did a quick bit of homework. I finished mine and cleaned up for bed. I was lying propped up in the bed reading Stranger in a Strange Land when Will came in.
He stripped down and crawled under the covers. He leaned over and cuddled up to me.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked.
I showed him the front of the book without comment.
"Almost done the chapter," I commented.
I read the last two pages with him curled up beside me and put the book down on the nightstand. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him in close. He tilted his head a bit and kissed me on the cheek.
"Love you," I whispered.
"Love you, too."
I ran my hand over his chest, tweaking his tits.
"You're gonna get me excited," he warned.
"That's the idea. I know you're partially incapacitated again. But I have needs!"
"So do I. Let's figure out how to take care of those needs tonight."
I pushed him back on the pillows a bit and pushed the covers off us. I climbed over on top of him and slipped between his legs. His cock was just starting to plump up when I put my lips over the tip of it and started teasing it. It didn't take him many seconds to become fully erect.
"I think that's one way to take care of my needs," he said. "What about yours?"
I continued to work on his dick, ignoring his comment.
After a few minutes, he reiterated his desire. "Come on. Let me get into this!"
I lifted up and grabbed his legs pulling him down till he was flat on his back. I swung around and put my crotch in his face. It only took a minute till he was sucking my cock into his mouth. Will's good hand started rubbing my ass while also using it to keep the pace of my face fucking at a speed he liked.
I had his dick rock hard and slick with my spit. Just the way I wanted it. I pulled off and pulled my dick from his mouth.
"Huh?" he grunted. I figured he was confused that I'd stopped.
I didn't comment and just spun around grabbing his cock and pointing it right at my asshole. I sat back a bit and let it slip into my hole.
"Aw, fuck!" he moaned as my ass enveloped his dick.
I just kept pressing down till I felt his pubic hair hit my ass. I sat still for a moment and let my hole adjust to his dick. I clenched and unclenched it around his prick a few times getting a few nice moans. I lifted up on his dick slowly until the head was just barely in me. At that point, I slammed my ass back down – impaling myself!
"Damn!" Will yelled. "That's good! Fuck yourself!"
I kept bouncing up and down on him. I guess my rhythm wasn't quite what Will wanted as he started thrusting up – pushing his cock into me harder and deeper!
Riding Will's dick facing him, I reached down and played with his tits as we continued to team fuck my hole. I was bouncing hard and my legs were getting a bit tired as Will continued to thrust up into my hole.
To give my legs a break, I sank all the way down his pole and clamped my ass around it. I just sat there as he kept thrusting up. As he kept his motion going, I periodically squeezed his dick. I let him thrust into me for a few minutes and then my legs were ready once again, so I started bouncing on him again. I hawked up some spit and started jerking my dick as we combined to give my ass an awesome fuck.
I worked my dick harder as Will added my energy to his thrusts. I let go of my dick as the cum started shooting across his chest. I watched a glob of cum hit Will's chin and felt his dick swell in my ass.
"Aw, yeah!" Will moaned as he coated my insides with his cum.
I bent forward and started licking my cum off Will's chest. I worked my way up to the big wad on his chin and licked it up. After cleaning his chin, I ran my tongue up to his lips and kissed him. As we continued kissing, his dick finally softened enough to pop out of my hole.
What a way to finish the day.
I got home after school the next afternoon and went through the stack of mail Will had left on the kitchen counter. I tossed out all the junk mail we'd received and found the large envelope from Tracer at the bottom of the stack. I opened it up and found the slightly smaller envelope inside. I took the letter out of it and walked into the living room sitting down on the sofa as I started to read it.
"Dear Ryan," I read. "My name is Christian Corby. I'm thirteen years old and live in Cow Hollow, Wyoming, just outside Casper with my dad. I like to play soccer and I'm learning to ride horses at a nearby farm."
I was puzzled and wondering where this letter was going.
"I'm writing because I just found out that you are my half-brother."
What the fuck?
"My mom was also your mom. My dad told me about you yesterday. He found out about you when he found some papers while sorting through Mom's stuff trying to figure out what to keep and what to get rid of. You see, Mom died last month of cancer."
I didn't know what to feel.
"I'm sorry to have to give you the bad news. I miss my mom a lot and was really surprised when I found out about you. I've enclosed a picture of me and my e-mail address is below. Please write me!"
I put the letter down on the coffee table and just stared at it. My mind seemed to disconnect as it went through a wide range of emotions.
"Dude," Will's voice cut through the fog. "Talk about moping! Sitting in the dark with the TV off. What's wrong?"
I looked up at him and realized that I'd been sitting there staring at the letter for several hours as the sun had set and it was pitch black outside. I just sat there trying to figure out what to say.
"Ryan, you're scaring me," Will's voice was full of concern. "What's wrong? Is Erik OK?"
I picked up the letter and handed it to Will.
He took it and read through it.
"Huh?" he muttered. "Oh, SHIT!"
He put the letter down and sat next to me on the sofa. He pulled me into him and put his arms around me. He didn't say a word, just holding me as I continued to process.
"I… I… I always figured she'd just never gotten involved again. I let myself assume that after the way she left me, she'd… she'd never have another kid. To find out after all this time that she had another son – raised him, stayed with him."
The dam burst and I just sobbed into Will's shoulder. He never said a word, just holding me close.
"What are you going to do?" he asked as my tears relented.
"I don't know. I guess I should write this kid. Find out about him – after all he is my half-brother."
"What about her?"
"I don't really give a fuck about her," I said. I knew my voice dripped venom.
"Don't lie to me, Ryan."
Will just looked at me.
"What do you want me to say. She left me. Abandoned me. For seventeen years I made myself believe that it wasn't all my fault by assuming she'd never remarried, never had another kid, never… Now I find out she spent the last thirteen years raising a son. I hate her! And I will never get to tell her how much she hurt me!"
Seventeen years of pent up emotion just spilled out. While it wasn't directed at him – Will took the brunt of the torrent that was unleashed from me. Years of anger, pain and confusion flooded out. I cussed. I screamed. I sobbed. I raged. Finally, I just collapsed onto Will's shoulder. He patted me, hugged me, and held me close. He stroked my back as I started to settle down a little.
My stomach growled loudly and Will started laughing. I looked up at his face and grinned a little.
"Well, it's late and I'm a growing boy!" I teased.
"Let's go get some dinner," Will suggested.
We each grabbed a light jacket and walked outside to the Jeep. I climbed into the driver's seat and Will slipped in beside me. I drove us over to Burger King and we ordered at the drive through. We ate sitting in the Jeep. It was almost ten when we got home.
"You have any homework for tomorrow?" Will asked.
"Naw. I'm all caught up."
"Sleepy? Want to talk about it more?"
"No. I think I'm going to watch some TV."
"I'm going to work on my paper," he said, and wandered into the bedroom.
I sat there watching TV, not really paying attention to what was on. Eventually, Will came to the door of the room.
"Ryan, you should go to bed. You have an early class in the morning and it's almost midnight," he reminded me.
I poked at the remote to turn the TV off and went to the bedroom. I stripped down and climbed into bed. Will climbed under the covers beside me, pulled me to him and held me. A short while later his breathing had slowed and I knew he was sound asleep. I carefully rolled him away from me and got out of bed. I grabbed my laptop and went into the kitchen.
I knew I had to write the kid, but had no idea what to say. The anger in me was focused on her and I didn't want it to spill over on him. I pulled up e-mail and started writing.
"Christian – I'm glad you wrote me and look forward to getting to know you. A bit about me - I'm twenty-one and a junior at Va. Tech. When I was five, my Dad and I moved to a farm outside Richlands, Virginia. We raise horses on the farm and I plan to return and live there after I finish college. It's great that you are learning to ride. Horses are magnificent animals that can be lifelong friends. Maybe someday you can visit and we can go riding. I'm attaching a recent picture – I'm the one on the left. The guy on the right is my buddy Will. I look forward to your e-mail. Ryan."
I reread what I wrote to make sure it was friendly and upbeat. It didn't provide a lot of detail, but at this point I just wanted to open a conversation. I reread it again, fixed a few typos and hit send.
I was debating what to do next when I heard a noise behind me.
"What's wrong?" Will asked.
"Nothing. I couldn't sleep so I came in here and wrote Christian."
"That's cool, but you do need to get some sleep."
"I think now that I've written him, my mind will start settling back down."
Will came over to me and hugged me from behind . "Come to bed and try to sleep," he encouraged.
"I'll come back soon. You go ahead and get your sleep," I urged.
"OK," he relented. He kissed the top of my head and headed back to bed.
I went into the living room and turned on the TV. I sprawled out on the sofa and surfed the web while ignoring some rerun that was airing. I tried hard to put things out of my mind. I knew I needed to talk to Dad, be prepared to communicate with Christian more and get this all in a proper perspective.
About two a.m. I woke up with the computer lying partially on me and partially on the sofa. The TV was blaring some infomercial. I put the notebook on the coffee table, turned off the TV and went to bed.
The next day, I went through the motion of going through class, but I didn't really pay attention. Fortunately, I had time to study the things I was ignoring.
I got home and found Dad sitting on the front porch of the house.
"So, Will called you?" I asked.
"Yup. He called and told me about the letter this morning. He told me what time you should be home from school, so I timed my departure to be here a bit before you'd get home."
"What do you think?" I asked with tears starting to well up in my eyes.
"To be honest, I don't know what to think."
"She abandoned me!" I screamed. "And she had the nerve to have another kid!"
Dad stood silently for a minute. "Let's go inside," he suggested. As we walked into the living room he asked, "What pisses you off the most?"
"Just what I said. That she left me and had another kid"
"How old is he?" Dad asked.
I could tell Dad was doing the math in his head.
"It was four years after she left. Well, depending on his exact birth date it could be anywhere between three years and a few months to just shy of five years," I explained. "I did the math last night. How do you feel?"
"Me, I'm fine. Yes, she left me without a word. Yes, she got remarried. Yes, I should feel bad. But for me, I'm in a good spot. I got you, raised you, have been loved by you. I came out. I found Tracer. To me, I got the best end of the bargain when she left!"
"Thanks," I replied. "I just can't keep thinking it's all my fault."
"Ryan, you've got it all wrong. You aren't at fault. I'm not at fault. She's at fault! Instead of talking to me, working through things, she just ran. Why? We may never know. We can only guess why she left, and what changed four years later that she would remarry and have another kid."
"I wish Grandma and Grandpa were still around. Maybe if they'd still been alive we've have known what was going on."
"Might be true, but to my knowledge she didn't contact them up till their deaths. Have you contacted the young man?"
"His name's Christian, and yes, I sent him an e-mail last night."
"Get a response?"
"I haven't had a chance to check my e-mail, yet. So how long are you staying?"
"As long as you want me to."
"I'm here to listen. I'm here to talk. I'm here to be here for you."
"Thanks. I assume you're staying the night at least."
"That's fine. As I said, I'm here as long as you need me. Let me go get my bag from the truck and we can talk some more."
While Dad went out of the house, I logged into my e-mail and found a message from Christian. He seemed very excited to hear from me and provided more details about his life in Wyoming. I was very glad he didn't mention anything about her. I figured I'd take time to compose a good response later in the evening.
Dad came back into the house and dropped his duffel bag next to the sofa. I told Dad about the message from Christian and he sat next to me. We talked and talked and talked some more until we heard Will coming in through the back door.
"Hey, Erik," Will said. "I'm surprised to see you."
"Dude, I know you called him."
"I did. But I didn't tell him to come visit or know he was coming. I just wanted to give him a heads up."
"He didn't know I was coming," Dad explained. "That was my decision, with some input from Tracer."
I looked at Will, "Thanks! It's nice having Dad here."
"I'll start fixing dinner. You two keep talking," Will offered.
Dad and I sat in the living room mostly reminiscing. It was obvious Dad was letting me steer the conversation and I appreciated that. Just having him there was comforting and helpful.
"Dinner," Will announced.
Dad and I walked into the kitchen and found that Will had made a nice dinner of chicken Marcella, rice pilaf and green beans.
"You cook like your brother," Dad commented.
"I'm glad we both go to the gym regularly, or I'd weigh a ton," I explained.
"You're as good a cook as I am," Will replied.
I just grinned at him as I cut into the chicken. The three of us sat and ate fairly quietly with Dad asking Will how school had gone and what was coming up.
"Have you two thought about going to Jake and Gavin's Halloween party?" Dad asked.
"Yeah, but we hadn't made a final decision," I admitted. "I don't have any big projects due according to my course outlines."
"I checked mine as well, and there are no problems with going. I'm looking forward to it," Will added.
"Since we don't spend much time in the rooms, I'll get us two rooms some place nice. But not too expensive." Dad offered.
"That'll be great," Will replied.
The conversation swung to costumes and plans. Will and I decided to drive separately due to the difference in probable departure times and general time savings.
As dinner came to a conclusion, Will offered to clean up stuff.
"Why don't you two go do your home work and I'll clean up," Dad responded.
"I don't have any homework tonight," I admitted.
"Then we can clean up together and Will can get his done."
"Thanks! I need to work more on my paper. In fact, I need to run over to the library for a while. I'll be back later."
Will took off while Dad and I were cleaning up the kitchen. After all the dishes and pans were put away Dad suggested we go for a walk. It was a cool, fall evening and I grabbed a light jacket.
"How you feeling," Dad asked.
"I'm really messed up," I finally admitted. "I thought I'd adjusted, learned to deal with the issues. Now this comes along and fucks everything up."
"May I make a suggestion? Father to Son?"
Dad handed me a piece of paper. "Go talk to someone and work this out. I'm not a professional, but I can only imagine what you're going through. Tech offers student counseling and that's the address and phone number."
"You did your research."
"Actually, Tracer suggested it. He figured you were going to need more time to heal than I can honestly stay here."
"Tell him thanks. I'll think about it."
"Ryan, please do more than think about it," Dad's tone was very serious. "I know you've always dealt with your emotions on your own. But I think this time, you need to talk it out with a professional and let them truly help you."
"I'm not that messed up," I responded.
"No, you're not. But this is going to hit you in ways you don't expect. Remember not to take it out on Will."
"He's been really good to me the last couple of days. Hell, he's always good to me. He knocks sense into me when I need it."
I really didn't want to go see a shrink. I didn't think I really needed it. I was really quiet while I thought about it. Dad must have read my mind.
"I'm not talking about seeing a psychiatrist. I'm talking a counselor who will listen, and help you work through the guilt, emotion, pain and anger you have."
"OK. I'll call them and see what I can do."
We finished a good long walk and found the apartment still empty when we got back.
"I guess he's still researching his paper."
"You don't have the same project?" Dad asked.
"No, this is one of his agri-economics classes. It's not part of my specialty. To be honest, I'm glad I'm not in that class. Basic economics gave me a headache."
"That I can understand completely – I think I remember the law of supply and demand. But that's all I want to remember. It's getting kinda late for me, I think I'll clean up a bit and get ready for bed."
"I'll pull out the sofa bed and get it made."
After I had the sofa bed made, I sat on the foot of it and turned on the TV. Dad walked out of the bathroom in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. It was the first time I'd really looked at him in a while. At just over forty years old, he looked damn good. I hoped I'd look half as good when I reached that age.
"I'll put a note on the front door telling Will to come through the back," I offered.
"He might not be too quiet when he gets home if he doesn't think you're probably in bed."
"Whatever works," Dad offered. "I'm sure he'll be home soon…"
Dad the prophet, I thought, as Will opened the front door.
"I guess I made it home just in time not to disturb you."
"Yeah, the farm life thing – still going to bed before ten p.m.," Dad explained.
"Completely understand," Will replied. "We try to get to bed early ourselves."
"Speaking of which, I'm going to get ready for bed," I said.
I went into the bathroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth and otherwise cleaned up for bed. When I came out, it appeared Will was in the bedroom as the light was on. I stuck my head into the living room and saw Dad was still awake with the TV on.
I padded into the bedroom and snuck up on Will. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a squeeze.
"Thanks," I said very quietly into his ear.
"For caring. For helping me through this. For calling Dad. It really has been a big help having him here."
"I'm gonna crawl into bed and see if I can get my mind to slow down enough to sleep."
"Sounds good. I'll join you in a minute. I want to wash up."
Will went out into the hall and I could tell the bathroom light turned on before he must have closed the door. A few minutes of water running, the toilet flushed and he reappeared in the bedroom.
He came in and started to strip down for bed.
"Umm… Don't forget to close the door," I suggested.
"Oh, SHIT!" he cursed softly. "I forgot Erik was here."
I giggled a little as Will went back and closed the door. He flopped down on the bed next to me. I rolled on my side and kissed him.
"Love you," I said.
"Love you too, Stud Muffin."
"Well, you have a hammer that nails my ass hard – so you're Stud. But you've got a tender doughy side to you – so you're a Muffin. Thus, you're my Stud Muffin."
That got a big laugh out of me.
"You honestly thought that one out!" I exclaimed.
"Uh huh! The creative part of me!"
"I like the cream filled part of you, too!"
"I bet you do."
I reached over and ran my hand down Will's body until my hand reached his crotch. I took hold of the base of his dick and stroked a little.
"You're gonna see some cream if you keep that up for a little while."
"Will's cream injection system - one size fits Ryan," I teased.
"Now who's being creative."
I leaned forward and repositioned myself so I could start sucking his cock. In the process, I lined myself up so we could sixty-nine. As fast as I had his pole lodged in my throat – he had mine in his. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, teasing, licking and otherwise enjoying. Will wasn't fully hard yet, so I let my tongue slip under his foreskin and played with it a bit. My actions garnered a few moans and sighs from Will while he continued to stimulate my dick!
"Gonna fuck me tonight?" I asked.
"Hey, you got fucked last time! It's my turn to be the bottom!"
"I didn't know we had to take turns," I countered.
"Well, I've got a craving that needs to be filled."
"More like a hole that needs to be filled," I laughed. "OK. How do you want it? Doggie? Missionary? Side-saddle?"
"All of the above!"
"Up on your knees," I ordered.
Will flipped up onto all fours and pointed his ass at me.
"WOOF," he teased. "Mount me hard!"
I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and slicked up my dick. I put the head against Will's hole, grabbed his hips and pushed in as I pulled his body back. It only took a moment till my pubic hair was scratching his butt.
"Fuck yeah, that feels good," he groaned.
Over three years of fucking, Will has told me he that enjoyed it hard, deep and fast. So I pulled almost completely out and slammed back in. I kept tight hold on his hips as I pushed and pulled him off my cock to meet my thrusts.
"Harder," Will begged.
"Hold on to your hat, Cowboy. I'm gonna ride you all night long!" I warned.
To be continued . . .