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Ty summarized, and I didn’t correct him. He whistled through his teeth. “Confusing shit, man.”

“Tell me about it,” I agreed, shrugging again. “All I know is when I’m with him, I get…” I glanced down at my crotch, all of a sudden not quite sure how I’d end that sentence.

Louis chuckled. “Not just with him, dude.”

I rolled my eyes, watched as Ty gave his brother a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Jeez, dude.”

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Louis was unrepentant. “Hey, what?” He laughed. “Dude gets all worked up

lookin’ at my fine black ass in the shower.” He struck a pose, or as much of one as he could while he was sitting down. “Can’t say I blame him.”

Ty gave me a loaded look, or was I imagining it? “Whatever, dude,” I shot back at

Louis. “You were the one holding my dick today.” He gave me the finger, big shit-

eating grin plastered across his handsome face.

“Come on, bro, feeling up the white boys?” Ty asked him, a smirk of his own

showing. Louis pouted.

“Sure, because you never got it with a white guy.” The sly grin spread. “You tell

me all that bullshit, remember.”

I admit it; my cock gave a lurch at that. The thought of Ty filling his brother in on what exactly he’d been getting up to. I didn’t think I was a voyeur, or even just a plain pervert, but the idea of them sharing details of their exploits was enough to give me a thrill.

“So you’re wondering if that means you can’t be straight now?” he asked, and I

nodded again, not quite trusting my voice. “And you feel wrong for enjoying all the gay sex shit, yeah?”

I nodded another time, trying to shift inconspicuously in my seat so that I could

hopefully rearrange my erection in the process. I kinda wished I’d changed into some sweatpants when I got home, because my jeans were feeling pretty tight.

“Even just thinkin’ about it is enough, eh?” Louis laughed, I guess catching me in the act. I stuck my middle finger up at him, pushed my dick over in my boxers.

“Just remembering the handjob you gave me,” I shot back, getting a chuckle out of

Ty in the process. Louis’s expression was unrepentant.

“So you and this dude…” Ty said, pulling us back on topic. “You like him?”

I frowned. I mean, obviously I liked Craig. Would I be doing the stuff we were

doing if I didn’t?

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“There’s a difference between liking a guy for who he is and liking him for getting your rocks off in his tight hole,” Ty pointed out. I probably blushed again, though my dick gave another twitch.

“I guess I haven’t really spent much time with him…not…”

“Fucking,” Louis interjected, finishing my sentence. I nodded my agreement, my

voice still untrustworthy.

Ty sat back on the couch, slowly rubbing his hands on a napkin. I had to say, for

all that I was talking about—and aroused by the thought of—Craig, I wasn’t blind to how good Ty looked. Kinda like Louis but amped up, obviously a couple years older.

His T-shirt pulled tight across his chest, while his jeans fit snugly against the not-inconspicuous bulge of his crotch. I found myself wondering how he measured up to

what I knew Louis had going on down there.

I wasn’t quite sure when I’d gone from looking at girls to guessing how big guys’

cocks were. It’s not like it had been a sudden change, like a switch getting thrown. But it also didn’t feel like it had been a long-dormant part of me that had always been

waiting, getting ready to wake up in the right circumstances.

Louis had told me he thought sexuality was fluid, but it seemed too easy—and too

unbelievable—to imagine that it was so much the case that I could randomly be

attracted to one guy while still being ostensibly straight elsewhere. And even if that was the case, then why was I turned on by Louis and for that matter by his brother?

No, there was something more to this, I just wasn’t sure whether it was something

I was willing to face up to yet. Even though I would’ve thought it would be the

opposite way, in actual fact the physical act of screwing a guy was easier to accept, mentally, I mean. It was coming to terms with the related feelings that was messing with my brain.

“Look, anyone want a drink?” I stood up, half-turning as soon as I did, trying to

hide my erection a little. Louis nodded; Ty shook his head. “Coke okay?”

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I headed into the kitchen as he told me “sure.” I pulled two cans out of the fridge, set them on the counter, and gripped its edges with my hands. Head down, I made a

weak attempt to get my brain around the situation I found myself in.

“Trust me; I know it feels fucked-up.”

Ty’s voice shook me out of my reverie, its tone low and close behind my shoulder.

I turned, back to the counter edge, and found he stood near to me, just a step or so away, a pensive, thoughtful look on his face. I bit my lip.

“Kyle,” he started, closing the distance between us. I could smell the faintest hint of his aftershave lingering on his skin as he placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me between them. “Look, you’ve got two options really.”

I was hyperaware of his body as he talked, but I couldn’t bring myself to push out of the confines of his arms. “Either this kid is special somehow,” Ty was saying, “or you gotta face the idea that you’re gay, or at least bi.”

As he spoke, he brought his body up against mine, starting at our waists, and then the flatness of his belly pushed against mine; the spring of his pecs jabbed at my own. I knew he’d be able to feel my dick, suddenly rampantly hard again, running thickly

across my hip.

“Now, you’ve been checkin’ out my brother in the showers, and I can tell there’s

something happening down there now too.” I turned away, unable to meet his eyes.

“Which kinda suggests it might not be some one-time thing.”

Ty brought his mouth close to my ear. Was he hard too? Could I feel him press at

me, just as forcefully as I knew I was pushing at him?

“You’re a good-looking guy, Kyle,” he told me, quietly. His warm breath lapped

across my ear. “Plenty of dudes would be interested, if you were interested too.”

Something in my crotch was telling me to push forward, to hump myself against

this hot older guy. The thickness at his groin was unmistakable now, and I had a

sudden flashback of reaching out and grabbing hold of Louis’s shaft in the showers.

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Speak of the devil. “Am I interrupting?” Louis asked. Ty and I looked across to

where he was standing, back against the cupboards by the kitchen door. He had a sort of knowing smile on his face, but there was something else there too, something I

couldn’t quite figure out.

“I was just explainin’ to Kyle what his options might be,” Ty told his brother, his arms still locked in place. I looked between them, Ty’s strong jawline with a hint of stubble, Louis’s half grin, half smirk. Still not looking at me, Ty pressed his hips forward, squeezing our dicks together. I just about resisted the urge to groan.

“Should I be leaving?” Louis said, pointedly staring down to crotch level and back up again. I shook my head, just a little. He pressed his lips together in a tight smile at that, nodded slowly.

“Nah,” Ty commented. “Louis gets to hear all the messy details anyway, don’t

you, bro?”

The teenager chuckled. “That I do. You can’t seem to resist giving me a blow-by-

blow account, can you?”

Ty shrugged in reply, and suddenly I felt his thumb graze against my hip, just

gently stroking until it had wormed its way under my T-shirt and was smudging

against my bare flesh. All the time he kept looking at his brother.

There was some weird energy between them, some odd thing going on that I

didn’t understand and that I got the feeling I wasn’t really meant to. Like my whole position here was extraneous, completely coincidental to their own dynamic. Ty’s other hand was on me now, fingers stroking at my sides, though neither of us had mentioned it out loud.

“Got yourself a girlfriend yet, bro?” Ty asked, a teasing note in his voice.

Louis scowled, but sounded pretty amicable when he told his brother to fuck off.

Ty laughed at that.

“My brother,” he told me, still not looking at me, “can’t seem to get comfortable

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chick to settle down with. I keep trying to set him up, but he keeps telling me they’re just not right. Ain’t that right, bro?”

Louis crossed his arms, shook his head sadly as he looked down, away. All the

time I could feel Ty’s hands, now tracing patterns across the small of my back, my T-shirt tugged up between us.

“And if you ask me, Kyle,” Ty concluded, indifferent to my silence, “my brother

gets a bit too interested in hearing what I’ve been up to with other dudes.”

“Fuck off, Ty,” Louis said, not looking up. He tightened his crossed arms some.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who gets off on telling me all about your shit.”

One of Ty’s hands was flat between my shoulder blades now, the fingers of the

other gently teasing at my waistband above my ass. I realized I was holding my breath.

Ty turned to stare at me.

“Man might have a point, Kyle; I gotta admit it.” Silence, for a moment. “Thing is, other day he comes home and tells me all about this messed-up white boy, head all

screwed up ‘cause he don’t know where his dick wants to be and so confused he’s

talking about it to my brother in the shower.” I wanted to look over at Louis, to ground myself somehow by making eye contact with him, but Ty’s hand had squeezed down

and his palm was cradling my ass cheek. “You ask me, Kyle, my brother got that

screwed-up white boy on the brain. My brother, he can’t stop thinking about him; he got all screwed-up himself.”

“Don’t start with that shit, Ty—” Louis started, but his brother interrupted.

“Playin’ with each other’s dicks in the showers? Tryin’ to undress each other with your eyes every time you look over?” He chuckled. “Man, I don’t need to suck cock to know what’s going on here.”

Louis shook his head, lips pinched tight. “It’s not like that…”

“Sure, it’s not,” Ty replied, snorting his disbelief. His fingers gently caressed down the crack of my ass, and for all my uncertainty I felt my legs spread some automatically.

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“You can’t fuckin’ admit to yourself what you want, so all you can do is watch me get it and get off on that from across the room, right?”

Fury sparked across Louis’s face for a moment until he looked away. The muscles

in his neck were taut, corded beneath the skin. Ty pulled his hand out from under my shirt, moved it to the back of my neck as he gazed straight at me.

“You stirrin’ some shit up, Kyle, some real weird shit, and you don’t even know it, do you?” I shook my head, not trusting my voice. The tip of his finger grazed my hole, the lightest touch imaginable, for the first time, making my lips fall open. “Fuck it…” Ty muttered, almost to himself in resignation.

I realized he was pulling me in, closing the gap between our lips, and I didn’t stop him. Did I want the kiss? I wasn’t sure, but that didn’t stop me from responding when he slipped in his tongue to duel with mine. The hand on my ass was more insistent

now, holding our bodies close just as Ty’s other hand was keeping our faces in contact.

He tasted of spearmint.

I felt his finger brush across me again, more insistent now, and then once more. At some point I’d reached up to hold the sides of his face as we kissed until he’d let go of my neck, obviously needing no more convincing that I would kiss back. I heard the

purr of the zipper as he undid his top, and I glanced down—our foreheads pressed

together—to see his bare chest exposed, muscled, and tapering to his jeans. If Louis was lean and fit, his brother was more built: pecs broad, abs cut.

Then we were kissing again, one of my hands pressed against his chest—the

muscle taut under my palm—while the fingertips of the other brushed through the

close crop of his hair. I still wanted to look over at Louis to see his reaction, but I also didn’t want to lose this moment—one of the first times I wasn’t with Craig at least, where I was able to think about being with a guy without being flooded with guilt and confusion. Ty’s dominance was letting me focus completely on the sensations here and now, the shivers of pleasure bursting from where I mashed my hardness against what JOCK AUCTION | 77

was unmistakably his, the inescapably male feeling of his erection, and knowing that I’d been the one to provoke it.

He broke the kiss, stared at me and then down between us. Suddenly, after a

moment where we were both frozen, I was tugging at my jeans, hauling open the

button and the zipper. Ty grinned, used the hand buried in my boxers to ease my

underwear down.

I glanced over at Louis as Ty lifted me onto the countertop, his strong hands

under my thighs at the sensitive crease where my legs met my cheeks. My teammate

was watching as his older brother manhandled me, arms still tightly laced across his stomach, his face blank and expressionless.

The feel of Ty’s fingertips tracing lines up my inner thighs to my balls dragged me back. My dick was rigid, the swollen head pressed up against my stomach, leaving a smudge of precum where the tip kissed my skin. Ty looked up at me, grinning, as his fingers wrapped around the shaft and chuckled as I gasped and my hips bucked my

length through his fist.

“Now what do you say, bro?” he asked, still watching my reaction as his fingers

squeezed the head of my cock. “You want to come over here and suck this?”

No reaction from Louis. Ty shrugged at me and silently mouthed,
Oh well.