Tyler's Dilemma Part One - 11. Part One: Bathroom Confession

Brandon Myers threw the brush across the room in frustration.

Tyler Scott had to be the most annoying person he had ever met, including his parents.

He rubbed his eyes and frowned at the canvas. If he believed in the concept of a thing called muse, he would've accused it of abandoning him.

At least with his parents, he truly didn’t care about them one way or the other. He had long ago pushed them from his life, and felt better in doing that. But as hard as he tried, and he tried all night, he could not push Tyler from his thoughts.

He stormed over to his bag and pulled out his sketch pad. He flipped through the pages until he found the one he did of Tyler sleeping the previous Saturday night. He studied the sketch for a time, etching each line, each indentation in the boy’s stomach.

Unlike the heavily stylized painting of Tyler’s masturbating in the moonlight, this sketch was true to life.

Tyler lay on his back, one arm behind his head while the other arm lay on his thigh. He was shirtless and wore a pair of white basketball shorts. His hair was messy and fell across his brow in silky brown strands.

He had taken great care to duplicate the boy’s smooth chest and prominent bulge. That night he really didn’t know if he’d ever get the chance to see the boy so vulnerable again. So he had taken his time to draw Tyler as he truly was, a sexy boy with a crooked nose and devastating smile.

And a few hours after he had completed that sketch, much to his shock and enjoyment, Tyler had offered up his virginity out of the blue. And if that wasn’t the perfect end to a mind blowing experience, Tyler had also fulfilled one of his oldest fantasies while they showered.

They had spent the day like he always imagined lovers would, cuddled together in and out of bed as they talked about the last three years. Tyler had even allowed him to see the video that had started Tyler on this path of exploring his sexuality.

The video of Tyler getting his first blowjob was erotic on a level he had never experienced. From the noises Tyler made to the way he visibly gave into the pleasure and embraced what the person on the other side of the partition brought out of him.

Brandon had been hopeful after he left, that he had finally found something outside of the hook-ups he had been so accustomed to. He didn’t want to press Tyler, so he tried to play it casually even though on the inside he could barely contain his excitement.

Several times his heart pounded in fear as he watched Tyler getting tackled and abused by members of the football team. And his heart soared in pride as he saw Tyler standing on top of the table, victorious.

For the rest of the day, he had felt that after three years of torture, he was finally moving towards a good place.

He was so happy that Tyler had texted him, he couldn’t believe that someone like Tyler would actually want to hang with him, the outcast of the entire school. He hadn’t felt like that in years, wanted, desired.

Why did Tyler have to be such an idiot?

He had the sudden urge to rip out the sketch and burn it. But he forced himself to put the pad down and deliberately walk away. He grabbed his cigarettes and lit one angrily.

If he was half as smart as everyone thought, he would’ve slammed the door shut in Tyler’s face that first night he showed up with a bottle of whiskey. But he was stoned and his stupid curiosity had gotten the better of him.

That was a mistake he would not make again.

And maybe he hadn’t meant everything he said to Tyler on the drive home, but he wished he had meant every single word.

After Tyler had left, he spent half the night staring at the blank canvas and the other half trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in his twin bed. He didn’t know how much sleep he got the night before, but it wasn’t near enough to function.

The thought of sleep sent another wave of anger coursing through him. The best night sleep he had in a long time had been next to Tyler. Another reason to hate the confused straight boy that wrecked his calm existence.

That was the reason he avoided his other classmates. Other people just caused unneeded drama that only distracted him from achieving his desired goals. He’d just have to think of Tyler as a mistaken distraction and leave it at that. That would be the last time he’d think with his dick instead of his head.

He realized he only had about ten minutes before Ashley Powers arrived to drive him to school.

Ashley was his oldest and only friend. She was blonde, busty with a curvy body and bubbly personality. They were both in honor classes and had been friends since middle school. They had met when she was going through her Goth phase in seventh grade. And somehow, she had put up with him ever since.

Brandon quickly dressed in baggy black jeans that were at least three sizes too big for him, a black hoodie and beat up pair of vans. He put on a studded dog collar around his neck and then a matching one of his left wrist. His eye make-up was smeared but hid the bags under his eyes. His nails were painted a deep maroon color and his hair product free and hanging in his eyes.

If there ever was a day to bask in self pity, it would have to go down as September 5th. No one dressed like this anymore but he felt like embracing his old goth roots. It seemed to match his frame of mind, the whole world sucked and he felt like wallowing in the muck of it all.

He’d probably get harassed but he didn’t really care anymore.

He grabbed his bag and opened the door when he heard the horn beep from Ashley’s Honda Accord. He stomped down the stairs and ignored the enthusiastic wave the girl gave him as he opened the door. He plopped down in the seat and sighed loudly.

“What’s up B for Brandon? And what the fuck are you wearing?” Ashley asked as she backed up without so much as checking her mirrors.

“I’m in no mood for today,” Brandon muttered as he quickly buckled his seatbelt. He took his life in his own hands each time he rode with her. To say she was a bad driver actually gave bad drivers a bad name.

“My driving or school?” Ashley asked, as she threw the car in drive and sped off wildly down the driveway.

“School,” Brandon explained as he gripped the grab handle above his head. “Your driving might actually be the preference between the two. At least if I die due to your lack of driving skills, I’ll actually die alongside my best friend.”

“Only friend,” Ashley reminded him with an amused look on her face. She was accustomed to his moods and took everything he threw at her in stride. “What’s the matter B for Brandon?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Brandon muttered as he braced when the car took a sharp left turn.

“Okay, let’s talk about Marcus then,” Ashley said cheerily.

“Oh, joy.”

“I got a job interview at Citrus Pop,” Ashley said excitedly as she barely stopped at a stop sign that led onto Glacier Bay Highway.

“I believe this could be argued in open court that you are stalking that poor boy,” Brandon informed her with a grim look on his face as he involuntarily pressed the non existent brake pedal.

“My parents aren’t rich like some people I know,” Ashley complained as she turned to peer at him. “If I have to work I might as well get a job with Marcus.”

“Kind of like if I can’t have Marcus I might as well kidnap him and put him in my basement,” Brandon teased her.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Ashley declared loudly as she hit him on the shoulder. “If it helps me get close to him, so be it. But I’m doing it strictly for the paycheck.”

“My delusional friend,” Brandon said sadly as he finally was able to relax for a moment as she stopped at a red light.

“I hope I get it,” Ashley said with a dreamy expression on her face. “I’d get to work with him every day.”

“And drool over him every night.”

“I’m not the one sucking off boys behind the gym,” Ashley accused him as she gunned the accelerator the moment the light turned green.

“At least I’m not stalking a boy I’ve known since middle school,” Brandon countered. Though if she only knew how much of a lie that statement actually was she would never let him live it down. But he had no intention of ever telling her about the past weekend with Tyler. Some things were better left in the past.

“You know what you need,” Ashley said as if she just thought of something brilliant. “You need to find a boyfriend who actually likes being with you.”

Brandon rolled his eyes. This was a conversation they had numerous times a month over the years. He reminded her, “I tried that last summer. I wanted to kill myself after two weeks.”

“You never even gave whatshisname a chance,” She admonished as she pulled into the school’s parking lot.

“His name is Owen,” Brandon said absently. “And I gave him lots of chances.”

“He could’ve been great for you.”

“The only way to get him to shut up was to unzip my pants,” Brandon declared bitterly. “His blowjobs weren’t so good to warrant staying with someone with such a vapid personality.”

“Did you ever get him to fuck you?”

“Once.”

“Maybe he just wanted you to throw him a bone,” Ashley mused as she came to a screeching halt.

Brandon stared at her blankly then opened the door. He called out, “Thanks for a lovely ride to school.”

“What? Are you only a bottom?” Ashley yelled out before he slammed the door shut. She giggled and quickly got out so she could walk with him to the quad.

Brandon pulled the hood over his head and waited for her to catch up. He slung his bag over his shoulder and muttered, “I don’t know why I hang out with you.”

“Because, B for Brandon, I’m the only person on this planet that loves you to pieces,” Ashley explained as she fluffed her hair.

They walked together up the winding path until they came to the quad. First bell was not for another ten minutes and the quad was still pretty full. The quad was always packed the first week after STW. Everyone wanted to ensure their claim was acknowledged and that no one stole their table.

As Ashley dragged him through the array of tables, he spied Tyler at his table talking to a beautiful blond girl. It was the same girl that was holding his coat yesterday during STW. He glared at the pair across the quad.

It didn’t take Tyler long to find a replacement. And just as he feared, it was a girl that had replaced him. He wondered how she would feel if she found out that Tyler loved taking it up the ass.

He toyed with the idea of telling her but quickly rejected that planned revenge. He would never purposefully out anyone. Even if that someone was a fuckhead like Tyler.

Their eyes locked and Brandon quickly turned away. He immediately regretted doing so, he did not want Tyler to have more power over him than he already had. He turned back and Tyler was still peering at him across the quad. But this time, Brandon would not be the first one to look away.

Then the blond girl said something and placed her hand on Tyler’s. Tyler smiled and turned his attention back to her. Brandon scowled and pulled his arm from Ashley’s grasp. She looked at him and demanded, “What’s your problem today?”

“Nothing, I just don’t like any of these fucking humans,” Brandon declared angrily as he pointed towards the main building. “I’m going to check in with Mrs. Bradley about one of my projects. I’ll see ya.”

“B for Brandon, don’t you leave me here alone in the middle of the quad,” Ashley called out after him but he quickly walked away.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Brandon walked into the main building but instead of going to art class, he walked into the empty bathroom and into the first empty stall he saw. He sat down and put his head in his hands.

He had not been prepared to see Tyler with someone else.

Before they hooked up, he had grown accustomed to seeing Tyler with other people. He had kept his youthful fantasies in his imagination where they rightly belonged. He saved those images for when he was alone in his bed.

But that was before his dick had been inside Tyler. There was no way he would ever be able to put that particular genie back inside the proverbial bottle.

His head jerked up when he heard the bathroom door open. Someone walked inside and he flushed the toilet and then opened the door. A part of him hoped it was Tyler but he was shocked when he saw a boy standing there with an embarrassed look on his face.

The boy was young with sandy blonde hair that was buzzed short and vibrant green eyes. He stood eye to eye with Brandon and looked fairly solid for someone so slender. That was also strange in itself, as most of the freshmen classes were in the other wing.

Brandon walked over to wash his hands to disguise his shock. The boy said in a squeaky voice, “Hi.”

Then it clicked in Brandon’s head. He had heard that voice before, last Saturday night at Skaters Cabin.

Brandon kept an eye on the boy through the mirror and nodded his head. He had finished with drying his hands and the boy hadn’t said anything else. He just stared at him so Brandon finally asked, “Can I help you with something?”

“You’re Brandon, right?”

“Yep.”

“I heard you do things,” The boy said nervously as he shifted his feet back and forth. HIs face was red and he refused to look Brandon in the eye.

Brandon sighed. This was not the first time some freshman asked if he would suck them off. He asked bluntly, “How old are you?”

“Sixteen in December,” The boy stammered out.

“You don’t look like a sophomore,” Brandon said in a disparaging tone as he looked the boy up and down.

The boy turned even redder if that was possible and said, “Well, I’ll be fifteen in December.”

“And what have you heard I do?” Brandon asked as he crossed his arms. The boy was cute in his skinny jeans and gray sweater. His hair looked freshly cut and looked nothing like the boy that had been on his knees pleasing his friend two nights earlier.

The boy swallowed nervously and said softly, “Suck guys off.”

“Is that what you heard?” Brandon demanded as he continued to glare at the boy.

“I overheard someone saying how you sucked his dick whenever he wanted,” The boy said as he adjusted his bag over his shoulder.

Brandon picked up his bag and said sternly, “So you thought you’d come in here and I’d just drop to my knees and suck your dick.”

Brandon headed towards the door but the boy grabbed his arm and said urgently, “No, I swear, it’s nothing like that.

“Then what?” Brandon demanded roughly as he pulled his arm away.

“Are you really gay?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know? I mean, when did you realize?” The boy asked as he took a step closer.

The boy’s face peered at him so earnestly that Brandon leaned back against the sink and said, “I’ve always known.”

“So you never did it with a girl?”

Brandon shook his head. Out of everything that could have come out of this boy’s mouth, this was the last thing he expected, he replied, “When all the other boy’s were talking about boobs, all I could think about was I’d rather see the boy’s without their clothes on.”

The boy ran his hands over his scalp and said sadly, “I had hoped I’d grow into thinking about girls like the rest of my friends. Like it was just a phase or something.”

“And now you’re realizing, it’s not just a phase.”

“Yes,” The boy said bitterly as he moved his bag to his other shoulder. “Last summer, a few friends and I were playing truth or dare, a few of the dares got pretty gay.”

“I can imagine.”

“And I might have been a bit more eager than the others when it was my turn,” The boy admitted with another bout of blushing. “Later that night, all the friends had left but one. We were in the backyard sleeping out in a tent. And we started talking about sex and what we wanted to do with a girl if we ever got the chance.”

“I can remember a few of those sleepovers.”

The boy took a deep breath and continued, “We were both excited, you know, hard, and he caught me staring at his thing. He called me out about one of the dares, said he knew I was gay and unless I touched it, he’d tell our friends.”

“That’s not cool,” Brandon said sympathetically.

“At first I refused, you know, but he kept demanding and when I said no, he just pulled it out and started jerking off.”

“After a minute of me just watching, he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer until my fingers touched it. I couldn’t help but wrap my fingers around it,” The boy said quickly, like if he didn’t talk fast he’d lose his courage to continue. “I tried to act like I hated it but he could tell I really liked it.”

“Then what happened?”

The boy’s face turned sad and he said softly, “The next morning, when we woke up, he wouldn’t even really look at me. He went home and didn’t talk to me for a few months until last weekend.”

Brandon remained silent. He really didn’t want to let on that he knew exactly what had transpired between the two because he had watched it. But he also knew exactly how the boy was feeling.

Almost all of his experience had been exclusively curious straight boys. And he had always been treated like that once the deed was over.

“We went out to Skater’s Cabin with a few girls and got a bit drunk,” The boy gave him an almost exact retelling of what Brandon had witnessed. And after he finished his story, he added, “I just don’t understand why he’d do that. Allow me to suck him, then act like nothing had happened. He wanted it to happen, the first time forced it to happen. But now I feel like I did something wrong.”

“I could explain simple biology to you, at your age, your body is producing enough testosterone to power an elephant and your hormones are raging so crazily you can’t think straight,” Brandon said with a wry smile. “But that wouldn’t help you.”

“Not really,” The boy said sadly.

“The moment a boy gets a boner, for some reason he just loses all rational thought. The only dominating thought is to reproduce, any way they can. But after they cum, that overwhelming need is sated and they immediately feel guilty. And now, every time he looks at you, he remembers that moment and he feels guilty.”

“What can I do about it?” The boy asked desperately. “I really like him.”

“What’s your name?”

“Billy, Billy Prongborn.”

“Billy, the best thing for you is to find a new friend, maybe one that feels like you,” Brandon said in a clinical tone. “I’ve been around boys like that my entire life. They get horny, maybe a bit curious, but in reality they just want someone to make them cum. And it always ends up the same way.”

“Which way is that?”

“You get hurt, either he breaks your heart or your nose, sometimes both,” Brandon said bluntly.

“He’d never do that, he’s been my best friend forever,” Billy declared as he shook his head.

“He already hurt you, you’re just too stupid to know it,” Brandon interrupted him angrily. “He might show up on your door one night, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and you’ll invite him in. Then he’ll fuck you but the next day go back to his girlfriend.”

Billy’s eyes teared up but he asked, “Is that what happened to you? Is that why you suck off boys behind the gym?”

“I suck off boys behind the gym because I like sucking dick,” Brandon retorted. “The rest doesn’t matter. You asked for my opinion and I gave it to you. But you’ll keep following around the little asshole hoping for just one more chance to touch his dick.”

“My cousin said you were an asshole,” Billy called out as Brandon headed towards the door.

“Then your cousin was right,” Brandon called out over his shoulder as he pushed the door open.

He stomped towards his first class as he replayed the conversation with Billy in his head. That encounter had him more upset than seeing Tyler with some bimbo.

In Billy, he saw the opportunity to save someone from heartache. Because the best advice was for Billy to run as far away from his friend as humanly possible. But he recognized the look on Billy’s face. That was not the look of someone who was smart enough to run away.

The hallway was filled with kids scurrying as the first bell sounded. Brandon normally moved through the school invisibly but in his anger he walked down the center of the hall just daring anyone to say something.

Most of the students moved out of his way as he stomped brazenly down the hall. One senior didn’t see him coming so when Brandon bumped into the boy roughly, the senior turned, saw who it was, and sent Brandon crashing into the lockers.

Brandon winced as his shoulder slammed into the metal, but he dropped his bag and pushed the senior back as hard as he could. He spat out, “Fuck you.”

The other boy grabbed onto Brandon and they started yelling and pushing one another. Brandon saw the boy raise his fist and braced himself for the punch. But then a voice roared out.

“Mr. Myers, you are late.”

Both boys turned to look at Mrs. Bradley, the art teacher, standing outside her classroom with her hands on her hips.

Mrs. Bradley was a no nonsense woman with short brown hair and big brown eyes. She was tall, boxy with the largest feet Brandon had ever seen on a woman. She always wore baggy pants and a painter’s smock. He adored her most of the time.

The other boy let Brandon go and then said, “I’ll see you later.”

Brandon glared but picked up his bag. He walked towards the woman emotionlessly and then into the classroom. He made his way to his customary seat in the back.

Mrs. Bradley waited until everyone was seated in front of an easel, then she cleared her throat loudly and said, “Good morning everyone.”

There were about twenty students in the class, smaller than most other senior classes as only those truly interested in art took it past sophomore. Which is why she did not have to call the roll, she knew every student by sight.

“This year we are going to be switching our focus from canvases and paints. Most of you are proficient in this form so we will instead focus all our energies into sculpting with different materials.”

She looked at each of them and then continued, “We will have the run of shop class one day per week on Friday’s and there will be after school access for any of you that wish to utilize that time to experiment.”

Brandon smiled as most of the class moaned loudly. Maybe they thought it was going to be another easy A by painting abstract pieces and bowls of fruit. He knew better as he had spoken to her over the summer break. The scrap iron he purchased from Matt had been for his end of semester project. He had been planning it all summer and had practiced using a welding torc at Matt’s junkyard.

“You have one project this semester and its a 100% of your grade. There will be no tests, quizzes, or exams. Just one single solitary sculpting project,” Mrs. Bradley explained as several students looked on in shock. “We will be teaching you different methods so you can choose the one that fits your creativity best.”

The rest of the class, Brandon sketched in his pad as she went over the different ways one could use for their project.

Brandon had been bored in school since middle school. At first, the teachers worried about his lack of attention but they soon realized he already knew the material they were teaching. Now, in his senior year, the teachers pretty much left him to whatever as long as he didn’t disrupt the others.

The next three periods passed and he found himself on the small hill overlooking the quad as the other students enjoyed their lunch. And though his current vantage point allowed him the luxury to view Tyler’s table, he did not choose that spot for that purpose.

At least that’s what he told himself when he moved three times so he could have an unobstructed view of that side of the quad.

Tyler sat with the same blond girls from yesterday, Devin and Mindy. He had figured out rather quickly that Mindy was Devin’s new girlfriend by the way they wouldn’t stop making out all through lunch.

He did find it strange that Tyler and Devin weren’t talking to each other though they sat across from one another.

Devin, much like Tyler had done for the last three years, always seemed to look through him. Devin had never been openly aggressive or hostile, it was just simple indifference. Brandon had known Devin almost as long as he knew Tyler.

But yesterday, Brandon caught Devin’s eyes in the hall as they passed one another, and he was greeted with a death stare. Devin had also done the same thing that morning when they passed one another again. That was new and he wondered if Tyler was the reason behind this development.

Brandon looked at his phone and gathered his things. He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed towards the shop building. He arranged to meet a junior and was already two minutes late. And this was one appointment he couldn’t afford to miss.

He ran across the center of the quad. As he ran he knew it was going to look shady when Tyler saw him, but he couldn’t let the boy grow tired of waiting and leave. Not even if it gave Tyler even more ammunition.

He ran around the corner of the building and saw the boy still there, leaning against the wall looking around nervously. He stopped in front of the boy and said, “Sorry, I’m late.”

The boy’s eyes darted back and forth and he asked quickly, “How do you want to do this?”

Brandon chuckled and unzipped his bag. He pulled out a prescription bottle and shook out three white pills into his hand as he said, “You give me money and I give you these.”

“Twenty a pill, right?”

Brandon nodded and put the pills in the boy’s hand and took the three twenties. He shoved them in his pocket and returned the bottle to his bag.

The boy put the pills in his pocket and then asked, “Do you wanna suck my dick real quick?”

Brandon slung his bag over his shoulder and shook his head with a grin. He said, “Not today.”

The boy shrugged and adjusted his dick. He bumped Brandon’s fist and replied, “Couldn’t hurt to ask. Thanks for the pills.”

“Anytime.”

The boy started walking and then turned his head, he called out, “Maybe next time I could get that blowjob.”

Brandon chuckled. “Maybe, you’re cute.”

The boy blushed and disappeared around the corner.