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Mason in the Center, Part 1

by Joe L

Chapter 3

I head out to the backyard, and see Tyler throwing the tennis ball against the house like so many times before. He's madder than I've ever seen him, though. His jaw is clenched and his face is red.

"Hey," I say, softly.

"What?" he asks bluntly, maintaining his rhythm: throw, bounce, catch, throw, bounce, catch. He must have bounced 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 something.

"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… in their own ways, but I've never thought of 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 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 today," 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, not able to look at him. This is torture. I feel like I'm going to throw up or faint. This is worse than kissing Parker.

"Really? So, you're gay, too?" he asks with 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 day, every day, and all I think about are hot guys, so I guess that makes me gay," I smile up at him.

"Yeah, me too!" he says and smiles for the first time, and I feel a little more at ease. "I think you're… really cute."

"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 playfully poke him in his stomach, and we chuckle.

"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 in the sunset. People who would judge me for fooling around with Tyler never had an incredibly sexy 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 entail. 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? Fuck it. I want to do all of those things.

"Yeah…. Yeah! I'll be your boyfriend," I say as I watch his smile return.

"Awesome!" He grabs my hand, interlocks our fingers and gives it a little squeeze. We chuckle for a minute and stare at each other with dopey grins. "So… what do we do?" he asks, finally breaking the silence.

"Well…." I step around in front of him and take his other hand, so that we're facing each other and both of our hands are interlocked. "We could play 'spin-the-bottle' some more… you know… just the two of us."

"Sweet!" His smile widens. "Wait a minute! We don't 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 with yours 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 against mine. We slowly go back and forth, licking each other's tongues, really working each other's lips and moaning… lots of moaning. 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.

"MASON!!!" my mother calls out of the kitchen window.

We break the kiss, and I look at Tyler. It's a look I'll never forget. He 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. I love him. I love him for that smile. I'm in love with my brother.

"Shit, dude!" Tyler rubs his hands up and down my back, continuing to smile that amazing smile.

"Did you like that?" I run my fingers through his hair and around the side of his ear.

"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: deep kissing followed by deep moaning. Tyler's hands are moving up and down 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, 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 his evasive strategies.

"PLEASE! Carson will only be here for four more days. All I ask is that you behave until then… for ME."

"Whatever," I say. "Well, what did you want?"


"Why did you call me when we were outside?" I try not to sound too annoyed, but she just interrupted the best moment of my life and now she doesn't remember.

"Oh yeah. I need you to ride your bike to the store and buy two cans of chopped tomatoes. That's CHOPPED tomatoes. Here's two dollars, and I want the change AND the receipt!"

"I know the drill," I say heading for my room. "I have to change, and then I'll go."

"Tyler, start your homework."

"I don't have any."

"Yeah, right. START it!"


We both head to our bedroom. I quickly change to a different 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 homework 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 miss you," I say as I leave the room, smiling back at him.

"Yeah…. Me too." 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. 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. That sounds good to me.

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