MOVING OUT CHAPTER 17


When Bryson and I arrived at his old high school for Brock’s game, it was clear the football game was a big event.  Bryson got nervous when we stepped out of his car and started walking to wait in to get in.  He looked so great to me with his black hair spiked in the front and his sharp fitting clothes.  We paid and waited inside the gate for Philip and Nate to arrive with their dates.  While waiting, it was great people watching with my eyes darting left and right to see a nice blend of both young and old.  Bryson spoke to a few people while I continued to keep an eye out for Philip’s group. 

Finally, Philip and his entourage arrived about 10 minutes before the game started.  Now the home stands were packed and left us with no other option than to sit on the visitor’s side.  While walking to the other side, we did see Brock and his friend Alex waiting to enter the field.  Both stuck out their hands for us to slap when we walked by.

“Well, Brock knows we made it,” Philip commented.

“Yeah, he did,” Bryson said. “I hope he does well.”

We stopped off to grab a drink and popcorn before finding a seat.  We sat in a far corner at the top and were isolated.  This definitely was a different experience for me but I was taking it all in even though I had been to a few college games and enjoyed them.

“What are so nervous about, Bryson?” I asked.

“I want Brock to do well and know how much this means to him,” Bryson nervously laughed.  “If you think I’m nervous, you should see my dad.  My guess he’s a basket case about now.”

“I see.  I did get nervous for Philip some at his basketball games,” I replied.

Brock’s team, the Eagles, was on offense to start the game.  If nothing else, I could focus on Alex since he was the starting quarterback.  The first play all of us got a chance to see Alex’s big arm on display when he overthrew his receiver a good 10 feet.

“Damn, Alex does have a cannon,” Nate leaned up to say to Bryson.

“He does that but it doesn’t do him any good if he doesn’t hit the receiver,” Bryson said with his hands wrapped together on his knees.

The offense was off the field quickly and Brock was ready to take the field on defense.  Bryson leaned over to point him out since I didn’t spot him at first.  My focus was on Brock and to see how he did.  A few plays into the game we got to see Brock make a nice tackle to stop a long run.  Now, Bryson was really into every play and cheering on his old team.  I sat back and watched the game unfold. 

At half with the game tied at 14 a piece, we headed down with the intention of find Bryson’s parents and finding a seat on the other side.  I was glad we did as my butt was sore from the wooden bleachers and nature was calling.  We walked to the other side and found Bryson’s dad among the sea of people.  Bryson was right and his dad was obviously a nervous wreck.  While we were there, I was introduced to Alex’s father, who told me what a good time he had earlier at my house.  We found a seat on the home side after half time even though we crammed up together. 

At the start of the fourth quarter, Philip and his crew decided to leave with the Brock’s team ahead 27 to 14.  Bryson and I stayed in our places until we joined by an old friend of Bryson’s.  She was very nice and friendly.  I was introduced as a friend that Bryson lived with and nothing more, which was fine with me.  She stayed and talked until near the end of the game, which now bored me.

We bid Bryson’s parents good-bye and headed back to the house after a win by Brock’s team 34 to 21.  Bryson was at ease once we were back in the car and started talking about the game to me.  I let him talk and didn’t say much since my knowledge of football was so limited.

Bryson and I arrived to an empty house.  Bryson grabbed a beer that was remaining from the refrigerator before we sat on the couch to unwind.

“Xavier, you’re the best ever.  I know the game wasn’t your idea of a fun night but you took like a champ,” Bryson smiled and sat snug up against me.

“Well, it’s what you do for your boyfriend you love.  I learned a while back that to make a relationship click you have to do things with your boyfriend that he enjoys as long as it goes both ways,” I replied.

“I get your point,” Bryson said.

“It also helps to stay on your boyfriend’s parent’s good side as well,” I smiled.  “They saw that I care about you and your family.  I did enjoy seeing Brock and Alex play though.”

“You were earning brownie points.”

“Exactly.  You never know when those will come in handy.”

Bryson turned on the television to see if any highlights were on the local stations.  We were getting cozy and comfortable until the annoying doorbell rang.  We looked at each other a moment before I headed to the door.  I opened the door to see Brock, Alex and another friend standing there in their t-shirts and shorts.

“Come on in.  Great game, you guys!” I said.

“Thanks!” Brock said.  Bryson came immediately when he heard his brother’s voice.  “We stopped by to… play ‘Rock Band’ if that’s okay with you guys.”

“Sure bro, but Philip and Nate probably won’t be here tonight,” Bryson said. 

“That’s cool,” Alex said. “This is Ricky.” Alex introduced to him since Brock didn’t.  Ricky was dark headed, tall and slender.  “He’s number 83.”

“The guy you zipped the first pass over,” Bryson laughed.

“Yeah, I was a little nervous to start the game and it sailed on me,” Alex laughed. “Hey, I made up for it on that sweet ass bomb, right Ricky?”

Ricky smiled, “I guess you did.  If I didn’t catch that one, my ass would have been on the bench the rest of the night.”

“Hey we’re checking to see if you guys are on the highlights,” Bryson said.  We all walked to the living room to check out the highlights.  Brock stopped by the refrigerator and grabbed three beers out for him and his friends.  “I see why your ass came.”

Brock smiled, “Maybe.” He sat down and passed out the beer to his friends.  They recanted some of the game for a few minutes until highlights of their game came on.  It was the long pass from Alex to Ricky that made the highlights.  They hooted and hollered seeing the play on local television.  Their energy level was stunning for I assumed they would be worn out from a hot tiring game.

“Brock, you’re beat to hell,” Bryson commented on the large bruise on Brock’s forearms and scrapes.

“That happens in a game.  You should see the bruise on Ricky’s back,” Brock said with his shirt now off.

Ricky took over his shirt over his short dark hair.  His abs were so perfect and a delight to see.  He turned around and displayed his bruise of honor.  It was rather big. “I got hit in the back with a helmet in the third quarter.  It hurt like a bitch for a second.”

Alex took off his shirt and showed how rough it was to be quarterback.  He had small bruises and scrathes over his torso and legs. 

We heard the garage door open right after Alex’s display.  Philip and Nate walked in with big smiles on their faces and more beer.  They greeted Alex and Brock along with introducing themselves to Ricky.  I could see Brock’s face light up with the sight of more beer.

“Brock, you know the house rules,” Bryson said.

“Don’t worry.  We’re all staying if that’s okay,” Brock replied. “We’ve already cleared it with our parents.”

“Yeah, my parents didn’t have one problem with it since they met you guys at the game,” Alex said.  “Ricky’s dad didn’t care either.”

“Nah, he never cares.  He’s just glad I’m gone so he can get his freak on with his new skanky ass girlfriend,” Ricky laughed.

“That’s fine.  I hope you guys have fun but not too much fun,” I said.

“Hell yeah we will,” Nate said. “I think some high school jocks are here to get their asses schooled again.”

“Whatever,” Brock said.

“Ummm… Nate, I think we ruled last time if my memory serves me right,” I laughed.

We sat around talking about the game until we headed upstairs.  I could see it was going to be a long night here at the house. 

“New rule, loser shotguns a beer,” Philip said.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head.  I went along with the college game and did make it more interesting and intense.  It seemed Ricky was set on losing and was the first to give it a go.  He did so with pride and downed the cold beer in one big drink.  His belch was loud at the end but no worse than Philip’s stinky farts that he so proudly let us hear.  Again, the house was turning into a glorified frat house but this time lacked the weed, thankfully. 

With the little game of drinking, all the beer was gone in an hour and half.  Ricky and Nate were the tipsiest at the end of the night.  We all headed to bed around 2 or 2:30.  No one ever spoke of Bryson and I being boyfriends during the entire time but I think Ricky knew beforehand.

Once in the confines of our room, Bryson and I fell on top of each other.  “Xavier, I’ll say it again.  You’re the best fucking boyfriend ever!  Anyone who puts up with my brother and his friends is the greatest guy!”

“Either that or the dumbest guy.  Now it looks like buying a big house has come in handy and rather unexpected,” I said.

“Admit you like seeing Brock and his friend’s tight ass bodies,” Bryson said.

“Of course I do.  Do you?” I asked.

“Well now that you admitted it, I will too,” Bryson smiled.  “Ricky is fucking hot, huh?”

“And Alex and Brock aren’t?”

“I guess my brother has good taste then.”

“It helps they are athletes,” I smiled.

“Xavier, would you be too disappointed if we went straight to sleep?” Bryson yawned.

“No, not at all.  Bryson, we don’t have to have sex every night for me to love you.  I’m tired as well.”

“Great.  I do love you with all my heart and it grows stronger every day,” Bryson said.

“Me too,” I said with a good night kiss.

The next day, everyone in the house slept in.  I was the first up at past 10 and examined the downstairs to see we had neglected a little cleaning and picking up.  It was now my week to clean so I started by doing everything I could without touching the floor since everyone would be down later.  I was in the middle of cleaning the granite countertops when I heard a herd coming down the stairs.  Surprisingly it was all five from upstairs.

“We’re so starving dudes, Xavier,” Philip stated.

“I’ll cook when Bryson wakes up,” I said.

“I’ll go get his ass up now,” Brock said.

“That’s not a great idea.  Let me go check on him,” I said and opened the door to see he was in the bathroom.  “He’s up now.”

“How about some waffles?” Nate requested.

“I would if I had the mix.  It’s either cereal or eggs,” I stated.

“Eggs, it will be then,” Philip said with Bryson now among them.  Bryson helped me out by starting the toast and nuking the bacon.  At least eggs were easy and quick.  It was past eleven o’clock but no one minded the lateness of the breakfast.   We all sat in the dining room to eat.  I ended up cooking more with some hungry athletes wanting more.

“Xavier, do we have any plans today?” Philip asked.

“Other than cleaning, I wanted to go to Dad’s and see what was going on there,” I replied.  “Brock, are you hanging around or you guys need to get home?”

“I’ll call to check if you need me,” Brock said.

“We might be able to use your truck just in case,” I stated.

Brock called on his cell and told what was going on.  With that, all seven of us headed over to the Dad’s house.  When I opened the door, it looked and felt so empty, yet still had various things in it once we scanned the closets.  I opened the back door to see the pool looking great since Dad made provisions to keep it sparkling while the house was up for sale. 

“These chairs would be great and more comfortable than those things you bought,” Philip said.

“Yeah they would,” I said in reference to the left behind lounge chairs. “You guys put them Brock’s truck while I search to see what else is around.”

Bryson and I toured the house and found more towels and other much needed things such as left behind kitchen items.  We filled up the back of my SUV and packed what we could.

“Damn, the pool looks so inviting,” Philip commented to me.

“Get the towels while I call the realtor to see if there are any scheduled showings that might interrupt us,” I said and knew they were all aching to swim.  I found the realtors number on my phone and called to find there were none this Saturday but two for Sunday. “We’re good!” I yelled but Philip was already in the pool.

Bryson came up to me, “Are we all going to go swimming?”

“Why?”

“Well, Brock and his friends are little apprehensive about…,” Bryson said to me.

I looked out the back door and laughed, “I don’t think they are now.”

Bryson turned to see three white asses, “I betcha Philip razzed them.”

“That is probably a great guess,” I laughed.

Bryson and I walked out to the pool area.  We dropped our clothes and joined them in the pool on a sunny September day.  The water was perfect and felt good.  It also told me soon I needed to give serious thought to having one installed at my house before next summer.

“Philip dared us to do this shit,” Alex laughed.

“It’s not like you guys don’t shower together after practice or a game,” Philip laughed.

“I guess we do,” Ricky laughed. “It seems so gay with all of us guys.”

Bryson looked at me.  “Dude, we told you!” Brock yelled at the top of his lungs and looked at his brother.

“I forgot.  Sorry!” Ricky said. “I forgot about Xavier and Bryson.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.  I’m not offended in the least bit,” I said.  “This is pretty normal if you can’t tell by our tans.”

“I did notice none of you guys had tan lines,” Alex said. “So this is pretty typical then for the rest of you guys.” We all agreed.

We stayed in the water for maybe an hour if that.  We all dried off.  I had to nudge Bryson to keep him from glancing at Alex and Ricky’s cocks.  Both were uncut and average size.  All of us got dressed and headed back to my house with the vehicles packed to the rim. 

After unloading, Brock and his friends were ready to head home.

“Thanks guys, it was a blast as always,” Brock said to us.

“Same here,” Alex said.

“I had a great time,” Ricky said. “I never knew two gay guys could be so awesome.  Alex and Brock told me about you guys before we got here but if they hadn’t, I would have never thought you were.”

“See I told you they were good guys,” Alex said. “It has taught me not to be judgmental of gays anymore.”

“Yeah but they are different than the gay guys I’ve seen,” Ricky said. “They don’t throw in your face. Other than a few stares, I hardly could tell.”

Brock and his friends left with Bryson and me smiling from ear to ear.  With them gone, all of us were on our cell phones.  I was talking with Mom for a few brief minutes to stay up with things.  Philip and Nate were gone but separately for a change with no mention of their plans. 

“How about a good old fashioned date, Xavier, just you and me?” Bryson asked.

“I think I can handle that,” I replied.

We showered together and set the mood for a nice romantic date.  It was a lot of kissing and groping but no real sex.  After we showered, we had a hard time keeping our hands off each other.  We started off with a quiet dinner and ended our date with a movie that I knew Bryson was aching to see.  It was nice for a change and gave us time to spend alone away for the house.

After we arrived home, the house was still vacant.  It didn’t take us long to be naked and enjoy ourselves to the max.  We headed out the back door to the loungers now set up there.  We made love to each other for over an hour with Bryson fucking me the longest he had ever endured.  His cock buried deep in me felt like heaven.  He was truly becoming a hot partner who could satisfy my sexual urges and needs.

When we returned inside, our passion didn’t stop. We were both wanting more.  With Bryson spread eagle on our couch, I made return the favor and used his hot ass for my ultimate pleasure.  It was a little wilder and rougher than outside for Bryson wanted fucked hard.  By the time our sexual night ended, it was well past 1.  We both fell asleep quickly after two hot and heavy rounds of fucking.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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