What Happens When You Get Caught

Tyler didn't hear the front door open over the wet sounds that filled his bedroom. Even Brandon's ever-so-soft moaning was barely audible over the sucking and slurping noises that emanated from the focused intensity of Tyler's hollowed cheeks each time his vacuum-sealed lips temporarily lost contact with the veiny skin of Brandon's dick. 

He was rightfully overconfident, the house was supposed to be empty for another couple of hours with his mom and stepfather both at work and his baby half-sister still in school. Tyler was used to hosting a few of his straight friends for random blow-and-go meet-ups during the week. 

He had been doing this, helping classmates out since before graduation. Today was no different. Brandon sent the usual "Hey" text that let Tyler know that he had a day off and was horny. And as usual, Tyler's reply was the discreet invitation Brandon was hoping for. 

It was the rattling of the bedroom door knob that brought Tyler, probably Brandon too, out of their carnal bliss and back to reality. Tyler froze in place, still on his knees with his head turned toward the opening door. Brandon fell back on Tyler's bed. He was frantically rustling Tyler's covers around, trying to cover his waist-down nakedness and glistening wet cock. 

"Hey, Ty..." Steve stuttered to a stop.

Fearful silence and stillness blanketed the room for several way too long seconds. Knowing he was busted red-handed or rather, red-faced, Tyler tried to force some flimsy explanation to form in his mind. The TV was off, so playing video games was a no-go. There was no book out so reviewing college prep classes wouldn't work. 

"I ah... I" he started but the words choked out before they ever left his throat, much like Brandon was just doing with the head of his cock. 

Brandon's voice trembled, "Ah, hey Mr. Simpson." He could feel the heat of embarrassment cross his face up to the tips of his ears. 

Mr. Simpson, Steve, Tyler's stepdad stood there, stone silent and filling the doorway. His eyes knowingly gaped at the scene he had inadvertently stepped into. "Brandon. Tyler." His almost too-confident acknowledgment of them only deepened Tyler's fear. 

"Fuckin hell!" Tyler whispered after Steve turned and silently walked away. 

Tyler wasn't sure if it was to his comfort or the other way around. but after he and Brandon put themselves back to right and Tyler walked Brandon out, Steve didn't try to set him down and have 'the talk' with him. Steve seemed to be aimlessly busy himself piddling with something in the kitchen. Ty watched him in silence for several minutes before turning away and padding back to his room. 

It was too early to be awake on a weekend in Tyler's humble opinion. His stepdad thought differently. It was just after seven in the morning when Tyler was yanked out of a perfectly sexy dream by his mom's over-ambitious husband. 

"Tyler! Come on bud. Wake up, we got work to do."

Now he found himself in an awkward state of aloneness with Steve cleaning out an old building in his grandma's backyard and sweat rolling into his eyes that burned like fire. He didn't agree to this, at least he didn't remember agreeing. They had barely spoken five words since Steve walked in on him and Brandon three days ago. 

The first thing that struck Tyler as odd was the way his stepdad watched him pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it on a workbench. His eyes explored Tyler's thin hairless frame, from his smooth flat stomach up in a slow deliberate exploration. They lingered just a thin second too long, hardly conceivable when his eyes narrowed in on Tyler's parted lips. 

Why is he looking at me like that? He smiled shyly, just for an instant before looking away. Under the heat of his stepdad's gaze, Tyler tried to play it off, to not let Steve know that he was uncomfortable. He busied himself pushing loose nuts and bolts into a pile. 

Tyler heard his stepdad shuffling around behind him. Shit! He flinched with an exaggerated start when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. His hand was hot and tender against Tyler's skin. Tyler couldn't understand the flurry of emotions that swirled in his mind. 

"Ty?" Steve said. His voice was barely a whisper. 

Tyler didn't respond. His body trembled with something, fear, need? He couldn't parse the feeling. He didn't want to understand. It was Steve! He shouldn't be feeling any of these things for or from Steve. Though here they were. 

"Yeah?" Tyler whispered. 

"The ah, the other day," Steve paused. Tyler heard his breath, heavy and ragged. "so, you um, you like doing that?" He pulled Tyler around so they were face to face. 

He'd never come out to his parents. He always assumed they suspected, though honestly, he hoped they just thought he was shy. It was his life, his story to tell. The universe was telling it for him today, whether he was ready or not. 

Steve couldn't hold Tyler's eyes. His own, darkened with desire kept looking down at his dry pouty lips. Pink and parted slightly, with a strip of thin blonde hair above them. His nostrils flared out with each labored breath. 

Tyler stood motionless, eyes shifting rapidly from side to side as he nodded his confession. He wondered, was this how he would die? The walls of his heart were taking such a beating that he thought it might rupture, and explode right there. He had nowhere to retreat to, stuck between a workbench and his stepfather, Tyler resigned himself to fate. 

Steve's hand grazed down Tyler's arm until their fingers laced together. Tyler watched the mottled carpet of black and silver hair rise and fall with the heaving of Steve's chest. His audible breathing was fast and husky. 

Tyler slid the tip of his tongue out and unconsciously licked the dryness from his lips. The slight sigh that escaped Steve's throat flushed his face. He knew when the first kiss happened that it was inevitable, fated for this day. 

Steve's scruffy face scratched at the smooth skin of Tyler's. His tongue prodded, demanding entrance and Tyler willingly received it. Breathing was no longer an option while their tongues danced across each other, exploring the moist warmth together. 

They broke apart gasping, their lungs aching for air. The predatory glare from Steve both thrilled and frightened Tyler. He raised his hands and placed them on either side of Steve's unshaven face feeling his chiseled jaw under the stubble. 

Their breathing seemed to synchronize in the timeless moments before their lips collided together again in harsh need. Taking Tyler's trembling hand, Steve placed it within his sweat and dust-matted chest hair and pushed it south over the waistband of his nylon basketball shorts. 

Tyler froze dead still in the kiss, mouth gaped when his hand was put to rest hovering over the hardened mass of Steve's cock. Steve's tongue lightly traced the shape of Tyler's mouth, breathing in Tyler's quiet moans. 

In the few long seconds that Tyler remained still, with his hand still resting unwavering on his cock, Steve feared that he'd made a tragic mistake. All the signs were there. He was dragged out of his mind when Tyler gripped him through the thin cloth. 

Tyler became animated again, slowly at first as if he was dipping his toe into the lake before jumping in. He'd never really thought about Steve like that, and the water was fine. So was Steve, he took the plunge. 

Tyler's hands moved down Steve's sides, keeping pace while he kissed down his chest. The heady musk of the morning's work was intoxicating. The dark curls tickled Tyler's nose each time he moved lower for the next kiss. 

Sinking to his knees, his fingers fumbled for the elastic at the top of Steve's shorts before locking his thimbs in. Tyler drug the shorts down, intentionally slow. He looked up at his stepdad through his blonde lashes. His vulnerable need wasn't hidden and only served to deepen Tyler's desire. 

When he freed Steve's cock from its nylon cage, it sprang straight up at face level for Tyler and already weeping tears of ecstasy from the slit. Once the garment was slid below the curves of Steve's ass, Tyler let go and gravity finished the job. 

He heard Steve moan when his fingers coiled around the shaft at its base. "Tyler."

It wasn't that Tyler was ignoring him so much as his words just hung, stuck in his throat. Starting at the base, Tyler ran his Tongue up the full length from the root of Steve's steel-hard cock to the leaking tip inhaling the manly aroma as he moved. 

His tongue swirled around the mushroom tip, so perfectly cut and angry red. The salty sweetness of Steve's precum took over his tastebuds. Tyler lapped at the juices as he stroked his hand upward pushing more to the surface. 

He tried to see Steve's face, looking for approval. His eyes were hidden beyond his chin. Steve's head was tipped back, facing the roof of the old barn. The sounds he made instead, were all the approval Tyler needed.

With his mouth opened wide, Tyler took Steve's cock into his mouth and closed his lips around the thick shaft.  He allowed his tongue to rub and twirl across the silky smooth skin of it and listened as the intensity of some distant erotic melody above him increased in tempo. 

Sucking Steve deeper into his throat, Tyler's lips slid down the length of the shaft until it bottomed out in the back of his mouth. He paused a couple of seconds before hollowing his cheeks and riding the length back to the tip. 

"Oh my god Ty!" Steve mumbled. 

Tyler repeated the motion in slow intentional cycles. He hummed vibratory pulses into Steve, the root of his tongue pushing against the shaft and retracting in time with each stroke up and down. 

Tyler ran his fingertips, feather light up the inside of Steve's hairy legs. He cupped Steve's balls in his palm and gently closed his fingers around the two orbs, rolling them together like a pair of brass Baoding balls. With the fingers of his free hand, Tyler combed through the thick coarse hair up and down Steve's abdomen, feeling Steve's ab muscles contract under his nails. 

After a time, Tyler don't know if it was three minutes or thirty, he was lost in the entrancing harmony of Steve's blissful sighs and guttural moans.  At some indiscriminate point though, his passionate focus was interrupted by Steve's fingers knotting in and lightly tugging at his shaggy blonde hair. The stinging on his scalp forced his body to quiver. 

Looking up through his sandy blonde eyelashes, he caught Steve's dark eyes on him. "Fuck Ty! Feels so fucking good!" 

"Mmmm" Tyler hummed. It was the only sound he could make seeing that he simply refused to take his mouth off of Steve's cock. 

When he started to move back down Steve's length, he was held inert by the follicles knotted around Steve's fingers. He started fucking into Tyler's mouth with slow, long strokes. 

Steve's hard wet shaft slid buttery smooth across Tyler's swollen lips until his cockhead found the back of his throat and back out. Once, twice and after the third time he drilled himself in, the pace quickened. 

Before long, Tyler was being face fucked with relentless intensity. The uncontrollable wet retching noises Steve forced out only served to inspire faster and deeper thrusts into Ty's face until he couldn't stand it. 

"Ty!" He cried out. "Oh my god Ty, I wanna feed you!" 

Tyler clamped down on either ass cheek and squeezed his permission, trying to pull Steve deep. He needed the friction across Tyler's tongue and the forceful impact of his head rubbing into the walls of Tyler's throat. The tension and the desire had built into an uncontrolled frenzy. 

Steve climbed an orgasmic trail to its inevitable end and it was fucking delicious. For Tyler, the possibilities of it grew unchecked in his devilish imagination. The titillation of what could be had his own cock aching. 

"Mmm umph!" Steve grunted. Tyler's sweet mouth brought Steve to the dark edge of release and shoved him helplessly over. 

Suddenly still, forced deep into his throat, Tyler felt Steve's cock throb before it shot the thick warm cum down his throat. He slid himself out, smearing the pungent fluid across Tyler's tastebuds before he pulled himself completely out and painted Tyler's baby-soft face with the last bits. 

Neither moved for a handful of long seconds. Steve tried to settle his breathing while he drifted back to earth. Tyler was suspended in time, his knees still dug into the dirt. He knew he needed to wrap his head around what just happened, but he wasn't willing to face that reality just yet or any possible repercussions he probably deserved. 

"Uh, I'm gonna run up to the house and get cleaned up. I'll bring you something back with me." Steve put himself back into his basketball shorts

"Ok, thank you." Tyler didn't attempt to get up. His erection pushed embarrassingly hard against his shorts. 

He watched his stepfather tug and pull at his clothes while walking out of the barn. He was shocked, amused and if he was honest, a little ashamed by the whole thing. Would this become a regular thing between them? Did he want that? Deciding to set those thoughts aside for later, if it came to that, Tyler peaked around the corner and watched as Steve disappeared into his grandma's house. 

Unzipping his fly, he guided his cock out through the hole and stroked in a feverish attempt to tug one out before his stepdad returned. After what just happened, he had plenty of spank bank material to refer to. And refer to it all, he did. 

There was nothing fancy or intimate about this. It was a pure need that drove him. His goal was to be finished, soft, and back together before Steve returned. 

As his orgasm neared that unstoppable point, a sound caught his attention and stopped him in his tracks. 

"Please, don't stop?" Steve requested. "I'd like to watch."

After deciding that need override the awkwardness, he started stroking himself again, turning slightly in the direction of his stepdad. Slower this time, more intentionally his hand moved along himself until he returned to his own peak. 

His cock stiffened in his hand and he grunted as he felt it start to pulse with orgasm. Through clenched teeth, his world spun until his knee-buckling release spewed haphazardly across the dirt floor. 

He panted over labored breaths and milked himself dry. Cum spilled lazily over his hand until he was unable to pull anything else out. Tyler watched his stepfather draw closer to him, unsure of what was going to happen. 

In a moment of vulnerability, Steve brought the tepid cloth to Tyler's face and cleaned drying cum flakes off of his cheeks and upper lip. He leaned in and brushed his lips to Tyler's in a quick light kiss before he wiped the cooling cloth over the head of Tyler's ticklish cock.