Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 10:52:13 +0000
From: Big D <StoriesbyBigD@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Evan Chapter 14

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Evan: Chapter Fourteen

I was in a complete daze as I got out of the shower, dried myself off and
put my clothes on. I knew I was clean but I still felt like Tyler's cum was
on my back, burning into me as if I'd been branded by him.

My legs still trembled as I scooped up my bags and left the locker room
just as the class was beginning to leave the gym, all of them covered in
sweat. I wondered what Coach had made them do, though nothing could compare
to what just happened between me and Tyler.

I didn't stop to talk to anyone. The only thing I could think about was
getting out of there because I was convinced that someone would be able to
tell what had happened just by looking at my face or into my eyes. Part of
me never wanted anyone to find out about it because Tyler was such a dick
and Jake would probably hate me for even letting him touch me. Another part
wanted to run straight to Emily to tell her everything because I knew she'd
get a kick out of hearing the details and would be asking for more.

When I got to Jake's car I was the only person in the parking lot since
most people were still in class. I leaned back against the door, tilted my
head up toward the sky and closed my eyes. My body was still on fire from
Tyler's touch and I wanted so badly to have those big hands back on me. Why
couldn't he just be a nice guy so this would be simple?

A few minutes passed and I was still lost in my daze when I heard Jake's
distinctive deep chuckle and looked over to see him with his arm thrown
around Tina's shoulder. He had her pulled close and his head was tilted so
it touched hers as they laughed and joked with each other. You would have
thought they had been dating for months or even years with the way they
were acting but it couldn't have been more than a few hours.

As they approached the car Jake barely even glanced at me, only looking at
me long enough to nod, though I didn't know if that was a greeting or his
way of telling me to move. He hit the remote on his keys to unlock the
doors and walked straight to the front passenger door with Tina still on
his arm, giving me no choice but to step back. When they had enough room
Jake opened the door for her. She was just about to lower herself into the
seat when he put his hand on her arm and pulled her into a deep kiss that
was clearly open mouthed. She reached up and put her hands on the sides of
his face as they made out no more than two feet in front of me. I felt like
I was going to be sick, like someone had kicked me in the balls, punched me
in the stomach and ripped out my heart all at the same time. I even thought
I saw Jake just open his eye enough to look at me to make sure I was
watching.

When they broke apart Jake helped Tina into the seat and closed the door
behind her. He finally looked up at me long enough to make eye contact and
a huge smile spread across his face. He was so proud of that kiss. If we
were jocks we probably would have high-fived, but we weren't, or at least I
wasn't. I just thought he looked smug. After what happened on Saturday he
was making a point that I would never get to kiss him like that again. It
was the first time I ever wanted to knock a smile off his face.

"Are you getting in?" he said before turning to walk to the driver's door.

I stared at his back as he walked away and did my best to pick my jaw up
off the ground. What the hell was that? It was like I didn't even know the
guy now and he was just giving me a ride out of courtesy and not because he
actually liked me. I pulled open the back door and climbed in, only just
getting the door closed when Jake started the engine and pulled out of his
parking space.

He ignored me for the entire journey, instead focusing on Tina next to
him. The way he was all over her, even when he was driving, was making me
sick. Even if I hadn't been in love with him I would have wanted to slap
him for being such a tool.

We pulled up at my house without so much as a word. I looked at Jake but he
was too busy nuzzling his face against Tina's neck, making little kissing
noises. It really was like he was putting on a show for my benefit,
especially after the first kiss, and I wondered what he would do when he
was left alone with her. I shook my head in disgust and climbed out of the
car, slamming the door hard behind me. As I walked up my driveway Jake sped
off down the road without even saying goodbye. He might as well have spit
in my face because that's what this whole cold shoulder bullshit felt
like. I hated that things had changed and that I was at least partly to
blame.

I went straight into the kitchen when I entered my house and sat down at
the breakfast bar, putting my head in my hands. I wanted to scream. I knew
something like this would happen if I ever told Jake, which was why I
didn't want to and was okay with never saying anything to him. At least
before I had him as a friend, even if I was secretly in love with him, but
now that everything was out in the open I wasn't sure I had him as anything
but my ride to school, if I even still had that after today.

"What's up, bro?" Ryan asked from somewhere behind me.

I slowly lifted my head out of my hands and turned to look at him. He
seemed genuinely concerned.

"I screwed up bad," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Thinking I could mess around with Jake and nothing would happen."

Ryan's face suddenly turned serious and he came to sit on the seat next to
mine. "DID something happen?"

"He pretty much blanked me all day. He's never done that before, no matter
what we've fought about."

"So he's not talking to you?"

"No," I said. "He seemed okay this morning but we barely spoke on the way
to school and then once we were there it was like I didn't exist. He
latched on to this girl and stuck by her side all day. He didn't even eat
lunch with us like he always does. Then he gave her a ride home and was all
over her in front of me. And now I sound like a whining bitch."

"You kind of do," Ryan laughed. "But I get it."

"Do you?"

"Yes. Marcus was the same with me."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"After we fucked he went all weird on me, making excuses not to see me and
to not be in our dorm. For like two weeks after we got back to college
after Christmas break he brought a different girl back to the room pretty
much every night to bang in front of me to prove how straight he was. Some
guys just can't handle the experimenting thing. It messes with their
head. Jake probably just needs a little time. It's only been like two
days. Give him some space. Let him prove to himself that he still likes
women, that he's still a man. This time next week he'll be the Jake you've
always known."

"I hope you're right," I said.

"You just wait and see," Ryan smiled. "And if I'm wrong I'll go kick his
ass for messing with my little brother."

Ryan threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close so he could
ruffle my hair. I tried to get away from him, squirming in his
grip. Suddenly his hand froze and he took a really deep sniff before
pulling back to look at me with a smirk.

"What?" I asked.

"You smell like cum," he grinned.

"What?!" I screamed, jumping up.

Ryan almost fell off his chair laughing, "Relax, bro. You smell like soap
too. But seriously, what gives? Did you get laid?"

I know I went bright red because the smile on Ryan's face only grew
wider. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Wow," he said. "My little bro finally got fucked. And in school... way to
go, Ev!"

"I didn't get fucked," I said in protest.

"Then what did you do?"

It was still surreal to be so open about things, especially sex, with my
older brother, but we had talked about so much in the past couple of days
that I knew now wasn't the time to start holding back.

"We..." I started but was immediately interrupted.

"Who's we?" Ryan asked.

"Me and Ty-" I stopped myself before I said his full name and felt my heart
jump into my throat when Ryan's eyes went wide in reaction.

"No way!" Ryan said, jumping out of his seat. "You're fucking Tyler
Goodwin?"

To say I was stunned wouldn't come close to describing how I felt.

"You know him?" I stuttered.

"I know OF him," Ryan said. "He's the biggest stud in the school. I might
not have been there in five years but I'm not totally out of the
loop. Seriously bro, he could have anyone he wants, Hell I'd even think
about bending over for him, but he's picked you. That's a big deal."

"I know," I said, "I'm still trying to get my head around it. It doesn't
make sense for so many reasons but after today I know he really wants me
and it's not just some game. He makes me feel so hot and I really wanted
him to fuck me."

"So why didn't he if you both wanted it?"

"Because we were in the showers in the locker room. Anyone could have
walked in."

"That was the only reason you said no?" Ryan asked, looking directly into
my eyes.

"Ryan, you can't tell anyone about this yet, okay? Tyler would kill me if
it got out."

"Don't worry, bro, I know the score. It's between you and me until you
decide to tell someone else."

"Thank you."

"So come on, was the fear of being caught the only reason you said no?"

"Yes," I finally admitted. "I told myself it was because he's an asshole
but when things really got going that didn't matter because if we'd have
been almost anywhere else I would have let him fuck me."

"So what happened? I mean you said he didn't fuck you but you still ended
up covered in his cum."

I chuckled hearing the words come out of Ryan's mouth. "He tripped me
during gym class and we both got sent out by Coach. At first I thought he
did it on purpose to stop me beating him but now I think he did it so he
could get me alone."

"Obviously it worked," Ryan smiled.

"Yeah it did," I said. "After he got his ass chewed out by Coach he came
into the showers and kissed me. I was terrified someone would see us but it
felt so damn good and I started kissing back. We were so hard, rubbing our
cocks together, and then we ended up with him standing behind me, humping
his dick against my ass while he jerked me off and kissed my neck. I came
so fucking hard and he shot his load up my back."

"Damn," Ryan said. "What are you thinking about it all now?"

"That I really want his dick inside me," I said without even thinking.

"Shit, bro," Ryan laughed, "Who knew you were such a little slut?"

"I know," I said, seriously. "Saturday night I had Jake about ready to fuck
me, he was actually inside me for a couple of seconds. I wanted him so
bad. And then today with Tyler... I'm getting hard now just thinking about
it."

Ryan burst out laughing. "You really are a horndog. Cumming once with a hot
guy's dick against your ass isn't enough, now you're gonna go upstairs and
rub one out thinking about it being IN your ass."

"Who says I am?" I grinned.

"That wet spot on your pants does," Ryan pointed.

I looked down and sure enough there was a growing dark spot on my pants
where my cock was leaking. I reached down and squeezed my dick. My hand on
it didn't compare to Tyler's but it still felt good. All I could hear was
Ryan's laughter as I went upstairs to take care of it before Mom and Dad
came home.

After dinner Mom went round to one of the neighbors to gossip or do
whatever women do, which left me, Ryan and Dad in front of the TV watching
a game. It was really cool to just be sitting there with them, enjoying the
action on screen.

At half time Dad flicked the channel to WWE Raw and we watched for a moment
as two of the wrestlers in tiny trunks rolled around on the floor in
headlocks and body scissors. It's one of those things that should be really
hot, with two sexy guys with awesome bodies in such close contact, but I
think the context takes away from it somewhat so while I found it
entertaining it wasn't turning me on.

As a commercial break came on Dad flicked back to the game and got up to
get a drink. On his way back to his seat he patted Ryan on the shoulder and
said, "So, Ry, are you home for good now?"

Ryan suddenly froze in his seat and just stared at Dad before lowering his
head, which turned into a nod.

"Alright, what the hell is going on?" Dad said, sitting on the edge of his
seat so he was almost perched as if ready to attack. "I'm sorry, Ry, but I
need to know. You've just abandoned your life and moved back here. What did
you do that was so wrong?"

Ryan was silent for a moment and then took a deep breath. He raised his
head so he was looking Dad straight in the eye. "I cheated on Paige."

"You dumb shit," Dad sighed in disbelief. "You find the perfect girl and
you go and screw someone else?"

"I know, okay, I know," Ryan shouted. "Don't you think I've kicked myself
every day for being such a fuck up? I hate myself for what I did but I
tried to make it right."

"Tried how?" Dad asked.

"It was two months ago, Dad," Ryan said. "I didn't even know the girl. It
was a one night, uncontrollable mess. I can't even defend it. I don't know
why I did it but I did."

"How did Paige find out?"

"I told her," Ryan said. He was more certain of himself now and his voice
was getting stronger. "I felt like shit and she could see that something
was wrong so I owned up. She punched me and kicked me out. I slept on a
friend's sofa for a week while I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't
listen. Our mutual friends stopped talking to me and I ended up having to
rent some crappy room in this shared house for six weeks. I tried
everything to get Paige to listen but she wouldn't. There was nothing left
so I came home."

Dad said nothing he just nodded his head in what appeared to be approval or
understanding.

"I didn't mean to hurt her, Dad," Ryan continued. "I loved her. I still
do."

"And you tried everything you could to get her back, to apologize and ask
for forgiveness?"

"Yes," Ryan said to Dad before turning to look at me, "But there's only so
much a guy can do. Eventually you have to accept that things aren't going
to happen the way you wanted them to and you need to move on."

"Have you moved on?" Dad said.

"What?" Ryan asked, clearly stunned.

"Well, I heard you sneaking out last night after you thought your mom and I
were asleep. I assume you weren't just going out to cry in the yard," Dad
smiled.

"No," Ryan admitted. "I went out to meet her."

"And who is her?" Dad asked, looking Ryan right in the eye.

Now it was Ryan's turn not to speak. He had this look of guilt on his face
that made him look ten years younger, like he was afraid Dad was going to
scream at him.

"Ry?" Dad asked again.

Ryan took a deep breath and said under his breath, "Emily."

Dad jumped up from his chair, "Emily? Ev's Emily?"

"Yes," Ryan stated.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

"No," Ryan protested. "She's eighteen. She's legal. And we both like each
other."

"You'd better make damn sure you're telling me the truth now boy. That girl
is like a daughter to me and your mother and if she's just some rebound lay
you're going to toss aside once you've got your rocks off you'll be back
out that door."

I could see that Ryan was stunned but then he stood up from his chair and
from the expression on his face I knew he was serious when he said, "I'm
not just screwing around, Dad. I like her. Really like her. I think there
could be something there and I want to at least explore it."

Dad's face softened a little, "Promise me you're being safe and smart."

"For fucks sake, I'm not stupid, Dad. Besides, it's not me you should be
having this conversation with," Ryan said and immediately after I could see
he regretted it.

Dad looked at me to see me staring at him with my eyes wide. "What does he
mean by that, Ev?"

"I... I don't know," I stammered.

"Are you having sex?" Dad asked.

I felt my face flush and closed my eyes, trying to pretend I wasn't sitting
in my living room being asked that question by my father.

"No," I said. "Not technically."

Dad sat down on the sofa next to me and patted my knee. "You've found a guy
you like?"

I nodded my head because my whole body felt dehydrated and I couldn't talk.

"I'm guessing it's not Jake?" Dad asked.

"No," I squeaked.

"But you like this guy?"

"Yes."

"And you're using your head and not just your dick?"

"Yes, Dad," I said, "Believe me."

Dad nodded and got up. He walked across the room and went over to his
liquor cabinet. He reached into the back and pulled out a box of condoms,
which he tossed right at me. I caught them, stared down at the box and then
up at him.

"I knew this day was coming," Dad smiled. "I don't care who you have sex
with or whether you're the top or bottom or whatever the hell it is you
kids are calling it these days, just play safe, okay?"

I couldn't believe my dad was giving me a box of condoms and was basically
telling me he was okay with me having sex with guys as long as I made sure
one of us was wearing a rubber.

"And when I say be careful I don't just mean cover your cock," Dad
continued with a smile. "Choose the right guy, Ev, someone you can
trust. Your mom won't admit it but she's scared for you because she's heard
horror stories of gay guys being picked up and killed by homophobes."

I laughed at that and so did Ry. "Don't worry, Dad, I'm not gonna go into
some random club or stand on a street corner, bend over and put out an open
invitation on my ass."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. "Ev's ass is like a really exclusive restaurant. You
have to be on his list to get inside."

All three of us burst out laughing and sat down to finish watching the
game, chatting and just talking shit like a family does.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet. I didn't hear a word from Jake and
I couldn't help but wonder if he was still with Tina, if he had taken her
out on a date or just back to his so he could give her his beautiful
cock. I hated being so jealous of a girl I hardly knew but it killed me to
think Jake was with someone else.

Tyler never sent any kind of message either. I tried to tell myself it was
just because he was busy with one thing or another but in the back of my
mind there was always a voice telling me he was just messing with me and
now he knew I'd let him fuck me he'd lost all interest.

The next morning when I woke up I had throbbing morning wood with the head
of my dick all sticky against my abs. I reached down and wrapped my hand
around it. My mind immediately went back to Tyler and his hands, but then
having not heard from him since we both came in the showers I was a bit
pissed at him so I pushed him out of my thoughts. The same thing happened
again when I started thinking about Jake. I was too angry to rub myself off
thinking about him like I had done so many times before. In frustration I
threw off my covers and went straight to the shower, turning on some
freezing cold water that crashed down on my body like thousands of tiny
little icicles piercing my skin. I gasped and held back a cry as my dick
shrank and any thoughts of jerking off disappeared.

When I was dried and dressed I headed downstairs for some breakfast. Mom
was still in the kitchen. She smiled at me and said she was making
pancakes. I felt my stomach do a little jump of excitement and was just
about to sit down on a stool when she asked me if I could take out the
trash. I walked over, grabbed the black bag and headed outside.

The lid on the trash can was moist with morning dew as I threw it open and
tossed the bag inside. The plastic had barely left my fingers when I felt a
hand close around my arm. I jumped and spun around to fight my attacker but
I was quickly over powered and pushed against the wall as a large hand
covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream.

My breath was caught in my throat, both from the shock and from the impact
of my back hitting the wall. It took a moment for my eyes to focus but when
they did I realized I was looking up into those unmistakable blue eyes of
Tyler's that were so intense. A grin spread across his face and he slowly
moved his hand from over my mouth.

"Morning," he said in his deep, almost raspy voice.

"What are you doing here?" I panted, still in shock.

"What kind of a greeting is that for the guy who made you cum harder than
you ever have in your life?"

"Shut the fuck up, my Mom is in there, she might hear you."

"Aww, you're so cute," he grinned, brushing my cheek with his thumb.

"What are you doing here?" I asked again.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you last night," he said, leaning in close
so I could feel his warm breath on my face. "I can't tell you how good it
felt to have my dick against your ass. I was awake half the night wishing
you were in bed next to me so I could roll over and slide inside you."

Just hearing him say those words had my dick hard again and I wished I
could have been in his bed, feeling his hard body pressed against mine as
he pushed his cock inside me.

"I thought you got what you wanted yesterday," I managed to say after a
moment. No words had ever been harder to say than those were. My mouth was
completely dry.

"Not even close," Tyler said, pressing his whole body against mine so our
legs, stomachs, chests and hard dicks were pressed against each other. Our
faces were less than an inch apart.  "One little jerk off session in the
showers isn't enough. I want all of you. I want to fuck you, Evan, over and
over and over again."

I felt his dick flex and pulse against me. I wanted to reach down to touch
it, to wrap my hand around it and jerk him off right there beside my house,
but my conscience got the better of me and I just stared into his eyes.

"You didn't text last night," I said, only realizing how pathetic it
sounded once the words were out of my mouth.

"That's because Joe was at my house all night," Tyler said. "He would have
seen me texting and would have been asking all kinds of questions I'm not
ready to answer yet."

I nodded my head silently in understanding. I wanted to ask him about Joe
and if anything had happened between them but I knew it wasn't the time to
bring up their relationship yet, or whatever it was the two of them had
going on. He had to trust me before he would tell me anything like that.

"Why are you here?" I asked again, never having got an answer.

"Because I couldn't stop thinking about you," he said. "I woke up this
morning and my first thought was about how much I wanted to kiss you."

Before I could say another word, his mouth closed over mine and he took my
face in his big hands. Both of our mouths remained closed for the first few
kisses and then slowly they opened, almost at the same time, allowing our
tongues to meet and dance around each other.

We were moaning into each other's mouths when I heard a car door being
slammed shut in the driveway. My eyes went wide and I pushed Tyler back
enough so his lips weren't on mine. We were both panting as we looked at
each other.

"Hey Jake, what's up?" Ryan called, probably from his bedroom
window. "Mom's making pancakes and Ev's just taking out the trash. Go
around back, the door's open."

"Oh shit," I said, panicking, not wanting Jake to see me with Tyler.

I looked around quickly for somewhere Tyler could hide but his body was
just too big, nothing would conceal him, and he couldn't run around back
because Mom would see him through the kitchen window. Jake's footsteps were
getting louder on the pavement and I knew he was close. My panic got the
better of me and I reacted by putting both hands in the middle of Tyler's
chest and shoving him backwards. I watched in what seemed like slow motion
as he stumbled back, struggling to stay on his feet, his big arms flailing
until the backs of his legs crashed into the bushes that separated our
house from the neighbors' and he went sailing over the top, disappearing
into their yard.

I was just about to run over to check he was okay when Jake walked around
the corner of the house with a smile on his face. I swallowed hard, feeling
my body still trembling from almost being caught, and forced a smile onto
my own face.

"Hey," I squeaked, nodding toward Jake as I held out my hand for our usual
morning fist bump.

"Hey," Jake said, grabbing my fist instead of bumping it. He pulled me into
a tight hug that had my cheek pressed against his and his big arms wrapped
around my back. I wanted to turn my head to kiss that soft skin on his face
but there were so many reasons why I shouldn't.

When we broke the hug, Jake threw his arm around my shoulder and smiled at
me. What the hell was going on with him? Yesterday he barely even noticed I
existed or he purposefully ignored me and then now here he was being all
friendly with his hands all over me. What was I supposed to think? Were
things okay now that he'd done whatever he did with Tina? Was this all just
some act and he'd be back to ignoring me later? I wanted answers but there
was no way I could just ask without causing even more problems.

I let Jake lead me toward the door with his arm still over my shoulder.
When we got to it I stopped to let Jake go in first so I could turn and
look behind me. Tyler was looking over the top of the bushes at me. I
couldn't tell if he was angry or smiling but I didn't have time to dwell on
it. I shrugged my shoulders, held up my hands and said sorry before I
ducked inside and closed the door.



To be continued...