The Good Deed - Part 1

This is the second series that will begin soon. So Ivygate, The Stranger and The Good Deed will run at the same time.

Next week there are a couple of commissions to be posted, and some final parts of stories that you've been waiting for. 

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

We all know a person who’s too nice for their own good. They’re the type to let someone skip in front of them in a queue, or go hungry to feed somebody else. They might even find a cat on the street and take it home to nurture it back to health. But what if the strays that they find aren’t animals? And what if, the person who’s too nice for their own good, is your own mom?

Well, welcome to my family.

I guess my mom was simply born to be a kind person. Ever since I can remember, she’s been doing at least one good deed a day. It started off small, thankfully. Holding a door, helping somebody with their groceries, that type of thing, but as the years went by and my older siblings left the nest, Mom became increasingly generous in her deeds.

On more than one occasion, I came home from school to find a complete stranger having dinner at my kitchen table. Admittedly, they were always very thankful and polite, but having Thanksgiving dinner with random people became something of a tradition in my house, and I can’t say that I loved it as much as Mom did.

Despite my own feelings, doing nice things made Mom happy, and who was I to tell her otherwise? I got on with life and just became used to the guests who’d frequent the house, until Mom went one step too far, and everything changed.

I was a normal eighteen year old guy for the most part. I wasn’t particularly weird, nor was I particularly popular. I had a handful of close friends, and I was content with my lot. Like everybody, I had to contend with the usual morons in school, but it wasn’t exactly difficult to stand up to guys with three brain cells between them.

Truth be told, on the outside, I was one of the most normal guys you could meet. I’d inherited some decent genes from my family, so I was doing okay in the looks department, though I’d yet to find anybody who I was comfortable enough to do ‘the deed’ with. It wasn’t a big deal, either. Despite the fact that I thought about sex almost every thirty six seconds, I was happy enough to wait for the right time and the right person.

Yet, even though there was nothing remarkably different about me, Tyler Gavin had decided to dig his claws into me in the eight grade, and hadn’t taken them out since.

He wasn’t even your typical jock asshole bully. He wasn’t exactly sports person of the year, but he wasn’t unfit, either. Just like me, Tyler was a pretty average guy, and yet, he had some inferiority complex that seemed to force him to be an asshole to just about every person he met.

Things between us had always been tense, mainly because unlike in the movies, I wasn’t letting this douchebag cram me into any lockers or pull my underwear up through my ass. When Tyler decided to open his mouth to me, you better believe I opened mine right back. I guess you could say we were enemies, so when I came home from school one Thursday afternoon and found Tyler fucking Gavin sitting with his feet up in my living room, it was a pretty big shock.

“What is he doing here?” I snarled to my mom.

“His mom and dad are having some trouble at home” she whispered in the kitchen, “so he’s going to stay with us for a while”.

My eyes nearly bulged from my head. “No, absolutely no freaking way, mom. It’s not happening. He is not staying here”.

She ignored me and continued making dinner as though I didn’t even exist.

“Do you have any idea who he even is?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.

“Can you go and ask Tyler if he likes peas, sweetie?” She replied, and I had to shake my head to make sure I wasn’t trapped in some rancid nightmare.

“Peas… Mom, you can’t be serious!”

She looked back at me confused. “Don’t you like peas either?” She asked, and I audibly gasped.

“Mom, Tyler and I aren’t friends” I growled. “Think of the opposite of friends and that’s what we are. He can’t stay here. Plus, he’s like nineteen, who gives a shit if his parents are having ‘trouble’?”.

She scowled at me. Mom had always insisted that I follow in her kind footsteps, and for the most part, I tried my best, but this was where I drew the line.

“Go and ask Tyler if he likes peas, please” she said sternly, and I knew I’d lost the battle.

I felt like a scolded child on the verge of a tantrum as I marched into the hallway and considered punching the wall. How could this be happening to me? How could my own mom force me to live in the same house as Tyler? It wasn’t fair, but the good times were only beginning.

“Do you like peas?” I asked, my voice dull and sharp.

Tyler turned to me with a scowl of his own. Strangely, I expected some smug smirk, but he looked as miserable as I did. He shrugged.

“Yes or no?”

“Whatever”.

“Dude, do you like peas or don’t you?”

His nostrils flared. “Yeah” he said, and turned back toward the television.

I rolled my eyes, shook my head and informed Mom what the guest had ordered. Instead of waiting around, I went straight up to my bedroom and locked myself inside as I tried to process what the fuck had just happened.

By the time Mom called me for dinner, I’d calmed down slightly. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. Most of our day would be spent in school, anyway, so realistically, I only had to actually see him in passing through the house. I’d mould my schedule around his and do my best to avoid him, and hopefully by the end of the weekend, Tyler would return to his family, and I’d get my sanity back.

“We’re eating at the table this evening, sweetie” Mom said, as I turned back toward the door with my plate. My guts almost fell out of my ass.

“Wait, what?” I replied, because we rarely ate at the dinner table anymore.

“We’re having a family dinner tonight” she said, laying a plate down in front of Tyler who, strangely, looked very small in the cold light of day, without his buddies around him.

“But we’re not family” I said, and perhaps I didn’t mean it to come out as bitterly as it did, but Mom glared at me.

“Zachary Edward Leddy!” She spat, and my cheeks burned as I sat down as far as possible away from Tyler who I caught smirking as he began to shovel food into his mouth. What a pig.

“So, how was school today, boys?” Mom asked chirpily as she joined us, “get up to anything fun?”

I ignored her, partly because I was furious, but partly because if I started to speak, I was almost certain that I’d burst into frustrated tears.

“It was fine” Tyler said, and I scoffed. Both of them turned their heads toward me.

“And how about you, Zachary?” Mom asked sternly.

“Fine”.

Only the sound of cutlery against plates could be heard for a while until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“How long will he be here for?”

Mom looked as though I’d offended every ancestor we’d ever had. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. I gulped, but Tyler kept his head down and continued to eat.

“For as long as he needs to be here” she said between pursed lips, “and if I hear another word about it, you and I will be having a chat, young man”.

Being told off in front of him was even more humiliating than I would have expected. I kept my mouth shut for the rest of dinner, but I was determined to have this douchebag gone by the weekend.

“That was really nice Mrs. Leddy” he said, and flashed a smile at her.

“You said you liked peas” I interrupted, looking at his plate which was still piled high with them. “Did you not like my mom’s cooking?”

I knew I’d scored a mega goal. His cheeks began to burn, and he swallowed hard. “I um… I did” he nodded, sweat beginning to form, “I just… I um…”

“Don’t listen to him, sweetie” Mom said, throwing me a furious look, “you eat whatever you want to eat, okay?”

Tyler nodded, glanced quickly in my direction, and asked to be excused. Mom told him he didn’t need to ask permission, which seemed to baffle him for a moment, but he stood up, thanked her, and scurried from the kitchen like a rat.

“Mom –”

“Don’t” she warned, so I didn’t.

I felt utterly betrayed as I lay in bed that night. How could Mom have let this happen? The one person on the planet who I wanted to avoid at all costs was now living in my house, and I was supposed to be okay with that? I was livid, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, until eventually I fell asleep, and had dreams that Tyler fucking Gavin was also a part of.

When I woke the next morning, I was even more angry that my brain had forced me to think about him even in my sleep. I couldn’t exactly remember the dream, but I knew he’d been in it, and as I peeled back the bedsheets and prepared for a new day of hell with Tyler, I froze.

My eyes widened as I looked down at my underwear clad body. My grey boxer briefs were heavily stained at the front, and for a moment, I wondered if, for the first time in at least fifteen years, I’d wet the bed.

My heart raced as I pulled the front of them down to reveal my throbbing morning erection, and then I noticed that the damp patch wasn’t piss at all.

“What the fuck” I whispered to myself, staring at a load that had half dried into my junk.

Without thinking, I hurried from my bedroom and rushed straight for the bathroom, and as soon as I pushed open the door, I was greeted with a sight that will forever remain engrained into my brain.

“Fuck, sorry” I groaned, as I stood directly in front of a completely naked and dripping wet Tyler.

He grabbed his cock and balls in his hands and stood rooted to the spot before his eyes trailed my half naked body and landed on my cum stained underwear. I did exactly as he had done, and covered myself, and the two of us gawped at each other.

Oddly enough, Tyler had a very impressive body. I’d never noticed it before, but as we stood there in all our glory, I couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of jealousy.

“Do you mind?” He spat, and although it was my bathroom, I retreated instantly and hid in my bedroom until I heard him return to his.

“What a start to the day” I sighed, but little did I know back then, that things were about to go from bad to worse.