MOVING OUT CHAPTER 31
With us now dressed and looking pretty good, I must say, Bryson and I headed off to partake in some great shopping offered here in my old hometown of Vegas. We bypassed the malls and shopping areas offered by the casinos and headed to a very upscale outlet mall to stretch our dollar. It was actually perfect for us and Bryson was well pleased with my choice. We spend most of the afternoon there and came away with a few good bargains along with a couple of new decorative accessories for my house.
On the way back, I phoned Mom to see what she was doing since I knew she expected to see me that day. I was glad to hear she was cooking for Bryson and me even though she didn’t ask first if it was okay. I hung up and headed back to our hotel.
Darren spotted us when we walked in the hotel. He discretely followed us to the elevators.
“I’m off early tonight,” Darren hinted.
“Darren, we have plans being our last night here,” I spoke up. “Thanks for the coupons. The lunch was great.”
“No problem,” Darren said and was disappointed.
“Dude, you were so hot but Xavier and I want to spend some time together if you catch my drift?” Bryson said.
“I totally understand,” Darren said. “I was stupid thinking maybe…”
“No, just horny,” I said. “Maybe next time we’re in town.”
“Cool then,” Darren stated and gave us his cell number in case we had a change of heart and for the future.
The elevator arrived and took us to our room. We took a short nap before waking to head to Mom’s for a good home-cooked meal.
We arrived after 6 and spotted Dad’s SUV in the drive. Both my parents were there waiting on us and again happy to see us. Mom had our dinner ready which was grilled chicken and plenty of vegetables. She delighted in having us there to eat and knew home cooking was something we rarely enjoyed due to our young active lifestyle. She made us feel welcome and treated us as adults with a nice bottle of wine for our meal.
After the meal, we sat as adults and freely talked about various things including tomorrow’s visitation of Taylor. They filled us in on what to expect at the jail facility.
Nothing doing, Dad wanted to join us back at our hotel for a little gambling. I couldn’t tell him no and would allow me to spend more time with him. Dad meant so much to me and how well I was adjusted that the thought of denying his request never crossed my mind. Bryson was a great sport and endured my family time since they both lived here.
Surprisingly, Dad joined Bryson and me at the slots until he became obviously bored with them. He talked us into attempting blackjack with him and promised to give instructions. Blackjack required a little more thought than pushing buttons and hoping. Dad gave us hints along the way to help us two rookies.
The time at the table ended up being fairly enjoyable with the drinks coming left and right. Bryson ended up with beginner’s luck and took some extra cash from the table while I lost a few dollars. I got to see the big gambler my Dad really was. It was nothing for him to put down fifty on a hand at the right time.
“Dad, you’re pretty good,” I commented while we were leaving.
“Son, just playing the odds,” Dad commented.
I was a little mystified, “How so?”
“I keep a running count in my head of the face cards and aces,” Dad replied.
“Counting cards, huh?” Bryson asked.
“Well sort of but not as scientific as some,” Dad said. “I’ll see you two tomorrow.”
Bryson and I bid Dad farewell. We hung around the bar a little while longer before heading up to our room. Bryson and I were a little tipsy by the time we made up to the room. It didn’t deter another heated raw dog fuck session with Bryson begging me to pound his ass. I was more than happy to oblige and fucked him hard and deep before filling him up with my cum.
We kissed a few minutes before Bryson was out like a light with me still wanting more. I watched him sleep and admired a guy I had grown to love and care so deeply for. Despite our threesome, it felt as though our bond as lovers and partners was growing stronger than ever.
The next morning, Bryson woke me with his trip to the bathroom. I opened my eyes when I saw him coming out. The sight of his fit sculpted body never grew old. It was a delight and satisfying to know he was mine.
We showered together, dressed and enjoyed a breakfast buffet thanks to Darren. After eating, Bryson hit the table again to see if his luck was still in tack from the night before. He stayed about even before we headed up to check out and make the necessary visit to see Taylor. We called down to ask for Darren to take our bags but found he had the day off. Instead, we did ourselves since we were more than capable.
Once at the county jail on the outskirts of town, Bryson was hesitant about going when we arrived.
“Either you come or sit in the car,” I stated with eviction. “I’ll be there as long as I’m allowed.”
“Alright then,” Bryson relented.
“What’s the matter, Bryson? I am dieing to show you off to Taylor,” I stated.
“Yeah like he wants to see your boyfriend,” Bryson said sarcastically.
“Well, I want him to see you,” I said while we walked in.
“This place is scary, you know that Xavier?” Bryson said when we approached the visitor entrance.
“Ummm… it’s called a jail not a luxury resort,” I smartly replied.
“I fuckin know that,” Bryson said.
We were searched and shown the way to the assigned waiting room. Dad and Mom were there waiting on us. We greeted them before the inmates were allowed to come in. Taylor was at the rear of the line. Tears welled up in my eyes seeing my brother in his prison attire. He looked so thin and weak with his head still shaved for it looked as though prison life was beginning to take a toll on his once athletic body. We embraced the second he got near and tears flowed down my face while Bryson sat quietly and watched.
“Xavier, it’s… so good to see you,” Taylor sobbed like never before.
“Same here,” I replied. “I want you to meet Bryson, my new boyfriend.”
Bryson stood while Taylor wiped his eyes. “He’s definitely a Xavier boyfriend,” Taylor commented.
“Yeah, I don’t go for the worst ones around,” I stated.
“Thanks for coming and enduring this shit,” Taylor shook Bryson’s hand.
“No problem,” Bryson said with a blank face.
We all sat around and talked with me and Bryson being the focus of the conversation. The worst part was when the announcement came that time was up. I hugged and held Taylor as long as possible until he slipped back inside the confines of the jail.
Dad, Mom, Bryson and I walked out together.
“We better hit the road,” I stated at my SUV.
“Bryson, it was great to finally meet you. You guys come back whenever you want,” Mom said. “Xavier, I really want to see your house some day.”
“I want you to come whenever you can,” I said. We said our long goodbyes and got in my SUV. Bryson grabbed his college work from the back and opened his books before we hit the road to head home. I quietly played music and didn’t interrupt Bryson and his studying.
About half way home, Bryson shut his books. “Your brother is really fucked up,” Bryson said.
“What?” I asked.
“Dude, he’s a fucking mess and worse you guys treat him like a little kid,” Bryson said.
I almost slammed the brakes, “Bryson, Taylor’s fucked up alright but we’re trying to show a little compassion to get him on the right track.”
“Yeah but you act like he didn’t do anything wrong,” Bryson said.
“I’ve never said that. This was a long time in the making for your info. He’s been acting out and doing shit since I left and before,” I said.
“I know that,” Bryson said.
“What? We’re not the perfect family like yours,” I said.
“No but it’s just so weird.”
“Bryson, I would have given anything if my parents never divorced. They did. I live with it and make the most of it. At least my Dad doesn’t pressure me like yours.”
“Xavier, my dad doesn’t give me every fucking thing I ask for either,” Bryson said.
I was really starting to get angry and disappointed with Bryson’s insensitive nature. “Sure he wants me to succeed but other than the house, I don’t ask. He gives it to me.”
“Whatever,” Bryson replied.
“Alright Bryson, what’s eating your ass up?”
“Nothing Xavier. Just get us home.”
I stopped the conversation before we argued anymore. I hit the accelerator to get us home as soon as possible. Bryson stared out the window while I focused on the road ahead.
An hour of total silence passed. “Bryson, is something bothering you today or you tired?”
“I said nothing!” Bryson quickly said.
“What is it?” I said and knew him too well.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m over my head with this and jumped in too soon. Xavier, I dearly love you but I want…”
“I knew it. I just knew it!”
“That doesn’t have shit to do with it! Xavier, we’re together 24/7 now but I want to see what’s really out there.”
“I see. You want me but want to explore more with other guys.”
“Well…maybe… I haven’t gotten to experience guys like you. Xavier, I ready to move on and see what else is out there for me just like you have done.”
I thought about it while driving. Bryson stared again out the window and would occasionally glance over at me.
“Do whatever you want, Bryson. If you think I’m smothering you, then either leave or take the third bedroom for a while.”
“Yeah, maybe we need a few nights and days apart,” Bryson stated.
We finally arrived home. We unloaded my SUV and headed inside. Nate and Philip were downstairs watching football when we arrived.
“How was your trip?” Philip asked.
“Fine,” I replied and headed to my room and noticed dirty dishes and food still out on the plates on the counter.
Bryson threw down his bag, “We can’t keep it from them.”
“I know that. What do you suggest?” I asked.
“I’ll stay in here. Tell them I’ve got a lot of studying to do,” Bryson said.
“No, I’m telling them the truth. You want to basically separate for a little while and see how that goes,” I stated firmly.
“Fine then, tell whatever the fuck you want. I’m going to see my demanding parents then and then I’ll decide what I doing next,” Bryson stated. He grabbed his backpack and bolted out the door.
I sat down on the bed. I was flustered to say the least. Honestly I didn’t know what was going on or how to fix it. Bryson had a wild hair up his ass and needed to decide if our relationship was worth pursuing or leave before it turned nasty. All this did was confirm my notion that threesomes were very unhealthy in a loving relationship as far as I was concerned.
“Xavier, what the fuck is going on?” Philip came in my bedroom with Nate right behind him.
“Yeah, Bryson was pissed,” Nate said.
I shook my head, “I wish I really knew guys. Our weekend was almost perfect. We had a threesome with a guy one night.” Both of their mouths were wide open in amazement. “On the ride home, Bryson announced he wasn’t sure he could handle our relationship anymore. He said he was over his head and didn’t have the chance to experience guys like I had.”
“Whoa dude!” Nate said.
“Basically he’s ready to move on now?” Philip asked.
“I suppose he is,” I said.
“You alright with that?” Philip asked.
“I guess I’ll have to be. There’s not much I can do. I fucked him all weekend and showed my love to him like he wanted. What more can a gay guy ask?”
“Ummm… don’t ask us. We have no clue,” Nate said. “Maybe he had a change of heart and decided he wanted to see what else is out there.”
“Did he ever mention or hint he was ready to leave or maybe was bored with us?” I searched for answer.
“Not to me he didn’t,” Philip replied.
“Me either. I always assumed he was happy as ever with you Xavier,” Nate said.
“It’s just weird to me why all of a sudden he had a change of heart,” I commented. “So do I have to ask how your weekend went?”
“Actually not bad,” Philip stated. “We had our girls over until Brock and his friends interrupted us Friday. Last night we just chilled here.”
“You know I really wish Brock wouldn’t come over when Bryson’s not here,” I stated.
“He’s cool, Xavier. He’s actually more relaxed when Bryson’s not around,” Nate said.
“He’ll be upset if Bryson takes any drastic measures like moving out,” I said.
“Yeah, he’ll fucking die,” Philip laughed. “Will you be okay?”
“I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me. I do appreciate that,” I said. “But you two need to get in there and clean your shit up now.”
“We will,” Nate said. He and Philip exited my room.
I pondered the situation but surmised at the moment I had no control of it. Bryson made his abrupt decision and left me with little choice. I kicked back in my room to watch television. At 10, Bryson walked into the room, grabbed a few clothes and left without saying one word or making eye contact. I did my best to go to sleep but our relationship was really bothering and puzzling me. I recanted the weekend in my head and decided it wasn’t my fault before finally dozing off to sleep late.
TO BE CONTINUED…