Evan

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Evan: Chapter Thirteen

"What was that about?" Emily asked after Tyler had walked away.

I shrugged my shoulders, "He's just being Tyler. You know what he's like. Ever since Jake floored his ass he's had it in for us."

"Yeah, but why is he so focused on you now? I don't get it," Emily said.

"I did punch him the other day," I said. "I've been waiting for some kind of payback but nothing's happened yet. Maybe he's just biding his time until we're alone."

Emily was silent for a moment. "No, it's been going on since before you punched him. He's been focused on you for weeks now. Does he know you're gay?"

"What difference does that make?" I asked, feeling nervous because of how close she was coming to the truth, a truth I wasn't quite ready to admit to.

"He's a jock. They all think they're macho. Maybe he thinks by picking on poor little gay Ev he can prove how much of a man he is."

I laughed at that because of the tone of Emily's voice. "I take it you don't like him?"

"What?" she asked.

"You said that like he disgusts you. Oh wait, is it because he's about the only guy on the football team who hasn't has sex with you? Is that why you think he's not man enough?"

Emily stared at me seriously before a huge smile broke out on her face. "I wouldn't want to have sex with him."

"That's not what you said the other day," I grinned. "You said he had an amazing body that you'd love to ride."

"Yeah, but that was before I had my eyes opened by your brother."

"And your legs," I quipped.

Emily laughed and tossed a piece of trash at me. We finished eating our lunch with not so much as a word from Jake. He sat at the other table with his arm around Tina, laughing and joking with her and her friends.

When the bell rang and Jake still didn't seek me out like he normally did to tell me he'd see me by his car after school I grabbed my gym bag from my locker and headed to my next class, not knowing what the hell was going on with him. He told me he was fine with what had happened and that it wouldn't change a thing between us but then here he was completely ignoring me for the first time ever and throwing himself at some girl. What was I supposed to think?

I couldn't say what my next class was about because nothing went in. All I could think about was Jake and how badly we'd messed up by even thinking we could have sex and nothing would come of it. I could only assume he was trying to compensate for nearly fucking me and doing something he saw as gay by finding a girl to prove he was straight. Then I started to wonder why he even needed to do that. If he was so convinced of his own sexuality and of being straight, why did he need to prove it to anyone, especially himself? Was there doubt there? Is that why he wouldn't even look at me? No, it couldn't be.

Then I made the mistake of looking at the clock on the classroom wall. I stared at it as it kept ticking, moving closer and closer to the end of the class and what I was afraid was going to be an inevitable showdown with Tyler. What was he going to do to me? I wasn't sure if I was frightened or excited. I knew he wouldn't try anything other than humiliating me while we were in front of the other guys but what happened if we were alone? Would he prove that I couldn't say no to him? Would he make me say yes? Would I still be a virgin in two hours when I got home? The thought that I might actually be about to get fucked by a guy, a hot guy at that, meant I couldn't sit still and nothing anyone said even registered on my ears.

When the bell finally rang it took me a few seconds to realize people were leaving. I jumped up from my seat, shoving my things in my bag, which I held over my slightly bulging crotch, and headed out, walking slowly toward the gym and my unknown fate.

I was just about to enter the locker room to get changed when I saw Tyler coming the other way, already dressed for class. He looked so hot with his muscles bulging in a shirt that must have been at least a size too small. I stifled a gasp and closed my eyes as he approached, stepping to one side to let him past. I felt his presence without even looking at him and heard a sexy, deep chuckle as he passed by me, leaning in just enough to whisper.

"I can still taste you."

My eyes shot open but he had already walked away. Just the thought that he could still taste my precum had my dick plumping up and I cursed him because now I had to go get changed in front of a bunch of guys who would never stop teasing me if they thought I had a boner.

I made my way over to an empty spot on one of the benches and hung my stuff on a peg. I still had Tyler's words playing over in my head when someone nearby let off a massive fart and the jocks started laughing and high-fiving him. I don't know what he ate but the smell was enough to make me feel sick. Luckily it also made my dick limp so I changed as quickly as I could and got out of that locker room before I threw up.

The first part of the class was a load of warm up drills Coach told us we needed to learn before we put our bodies through anything too strenuous. One of the jocks joked about how he did something strenuous with a college girl last night but Coach just turned to him and said, "Why? Did you do her laundry for her?"

We all laughed as the jock protested. "Hell no, Coach, I got in her panties."

"Yeah and from the look of you I wouldn't be surprised if you're still wearing them."

That made the guys howl with laughter as the jock turned red. Coach might have looked like a typical muscle jock with no brains for anything but sports but he was really smart and quick witted. There wasn't anything we could say that he wouldn't have a comeback for. He was the perfect coach for a bunch of rowdy high school guys.

We warmed up for about fifteen minutes and I couldn't help looking over to where Tyler was every now and then. He kept looking over at me too with a smile on his face. He was beautiful but there was something so arrogant about him I didn't like. I still felt like he was playing me.

After we were all warmed up, Coach made us gather around him so he could address us.

"Last week I made you guys do a leadership challenge to test how well you could work together. Most of you failed miserably and I wouldn't trust you with my lunch order let alone my life. Because of that I've decided to test you again, but you're going to do a bleep test or shuttle run test first," he said. "All of you will line up and start together. When the first beep sounds you start running. It goes slow at first, barely even a jog, so take your time. You have until the next beep to reach the line twenty metres away, where you turn and run back before another beep sounds. Keep going back and forth. The gap between beeps will slowly decrease, getting smaller roughly every sixty seconds until you're running pretty fast. If you don't make it to the line before the beep you know you need to speed up. If you're more than a few seconds behind you'll be eliminated. There are twenty-one levels in this test, if any of you make it that far I'll give you an A grade for the year right now. Last man standing wins. Got it?"

We all nodded and then I heard Tyler speak. "What does the winner get?"

"It's always you who has questions, isn't it, Goodwin? You can never just do what I ask," Coach said. "The winner gets an ego boost, knowing he's got more stamina and guts than the rest of you sorry S.O.Bs. In truth, the winner gets the booby prize."

"What does that mean?" Tyler again.

"It means the guy who lasts the longest gets paired with the guy who lasts the shortest and drops out first. Then second best gets paired with second worst and so on until you all have partners."

"How is that fair?"

"Because that's what these exercises are all about," Coach said. "You learn nothing and gain nothing from being paired with someone you're equal to. You help someone who's maybe not as good as you to get better, that's how you win this. You become a team. This is a mental test as much as it is physical. Don't think that one of the smaller guys who can't run as fast or as far has nothing to offer. They might have brains where you just have brawn. Put them together and you might be on to a winner."

Tyler nodded his head but didn't look pleased. He turned to talk to his buddies and it was the first time I noticed that Joe was standing beside him. A smile crept onto my face as images from the video replayed in my head - Joe down on his knees sucking Tyler's cock – God, if only the rest of these guys knew what those two studs got up to. I think they'd crap themselves.

Suddenly I felt more confident about things with Tyler. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Seeing Tyler and Joe together made me realize I had some pretty incriminating evidence against both of them that they'd never want getting out to the rest of the school. The blow job might have been just one thing the two of them did together. What if Tyler had sucked Joe's cock too? What if they were fucking each other? I could use it against them. I could blow anything Tyler did to me out of the water. Still, I wouldn't do that unless there was a good reason to and Tyler hadn't given me that reason yet.

I started thinking about Tyler and Joe going at it like animals, their hot bodies writhing, their muscles covered in sweat as one of them pumped his big cock into the other's tight bubble butt. Only the sound of the first beep pulled me out of the daze and I quickly set off, not that it took much to catch up to the rest of the class since we were barely above walking pace once we figured out how long was between the first beeps.

It was about seven or eight minutes of slowly building up to a run before the first guy dropped out. Over the next two or three minutes more guys started to slow down and stop. I think some of them just didn't want to be the first to go. They managed a few more beeps and then just stopped and walked over to a bench, giving up before they ever became truly exhausted.

I was left running with most of the athletes from various teams. I wasn't the most gifted at sports by any means and in most situations would have my ass handed to me, but running was one thing I was good at. I knew I could outlast most of the guys here, if for nothing other than the fact that they had about thirty pounds more muscle than I did which would eventually weigh them down.

At around the twelve minute mark the first athlete pulled up, panting. His teammates gave him a pretty tough time, calling him a pussy. He flipped them off and went to get a bottle of water that Coach's assistant had ready. We were running properly now, doing the kind of intensive drills the guys on the football team usually did, and it was only getting faster.

I felt my breathing grow heavier and my legs were starting to burn. I pushed through it, determined to outlast Tyler, whether I won the whole thing or not. Another three athletes stopped, leaving only five of us, all really feeling it by the time the tape Coach was using told us we were entering level fourteen. There was no way I could go another seven minutes.

By the time level fifteen hit just over a minute later I was barely making it to the line and only three of us were left. Joe and one of the other jocks had gone and were hunched over trying to catch their breaths as we continued. Now I was running directly next to Tyler and as stupid as it was I decided to test him, kicking harder to push in front.

I did one twenty metre sprint and turned around to see the other guy slowing down to a jog. It was just me and Tyler left. I didn't know where the hell the energy came from but I was determined to outlast him. I made one more length, just reaching the line at the beep, and turned around to run back when I felt Tyler kick my leg out from under me as he ran past, lagging behind. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I pitched forward and saw the ground coming up to meet me. I hit it hard and felt all the air being driven out of me.

"GOODWIN!" Coach screamed at Tyler. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Tyler was panting so hard he couldn't even reply. I just lay dazed on the floor, barely able to draw a breath.

"Go to my office now you stupid little shit," Coach seethed. He approached me slowly as Tyler left the hall. He bent down, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay, Evan?"

I slowly rolled over onto my back and stared up at him. I groaned and reached my hand up to feel my jaw, which had smacked the ground pretty hard. "I will be," I said.

"Good," Coach said, reaching down to help me up. "You're a tough little fucker and a damn good runner. Why aren't you on a team?"

"Because I don't want to be," I said.

"I guess I can respect that," Coach said. "You're excused. Go take a nice long shower."

"But I thought you wanted us to be paired up," I said.

"That was before Tyler wiped you out. You need to rest. If you feel dizzy go see the nurse," Coach said, patting me on the back before he turned to his assistant. "Andy, put these guys into their pairs. Treat third place as first. I'll be back in a minute once I've seen to Goodwin."

Coach walked me out of the hall and into the locker room. He patted my back again as I went to the bench where my stuff was and started to undress for my shower. My whole body ached now.

Coach entered his office and slammed the door behind him. I couldn't hear what was being said but he was pretty much screaming at Tyler. For a moment I felt kind of sorry for him but then I felt the twinge in my jaw and I smiled thinking that he was getting what he deserved.

I didn't understand him. One minute he was telling me how much he wanted to fuck me and the next he was laying me out. Was it his competitive side not wanting anyone else, let alone me, to win? Was it him wanting to show me up in front of his buddies to cover up for what was going on between us out of sight? Or did he actually just hate me and the fucking thing was a way to mess with my head? I had no idea.

I grabbed my towel and headed into the showers. It was so weird not having anyone in there with me because the rest of the guys were all still in class, but it was pretty awesome at the same time. I turned on one of the shower heads and stepped under the water, letting the heat from the spray wash over my body and penetrate my aching muscles.

I had my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth that enveloped me, when I heard Coach's door slam again. I listened carefully and heard Coach loud and clear.

"Grab your shit and get the hell out of here," he was yelling at Tyler. "When I see you at practice tomorrow you had better have had a change in attitude or I'll bench your sorry ass."

I didn't hear any reply from Tyler, nor did Coach speak again so I just assumed they both left and continued on with my shower. I reached over and grabbed my shower gel, squirting some into my hand before I lathered it all over my chest, taking the time to spread the soap over my decently developed pecs and abs, which felt pretty hard under my fingers.

I stepped under the flowing water, letting it wash the soap off me as I gently used my hand to get at any that was missed by the spray. I watched a final few suds run down between my abs and along the length of my dick before they splashed to the shower floor and then I nearly had a heart attack when a hand touched my back.

Jumping almost out of my skin, I spun around to see Tyler standing there, still dressed in his too-tight gym shirt, just staring at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"What I wanted to do last night after you sent that text," Tyler replied.

"Are you kidding me? You think I'm gonna let you fuck me in the school showers where anyone could just walk in?" I laughed. "After what you just did to me I should knock you out. What was that?"

"I'm sorry," Tyler said, actually looking like he meant it. "I just meant to trip you so I'd win. I didn't want to hurt you. Are you okay?"

He tried to reach up to touch my chin but I slapped his hand away.

"I'm not one of the little whores you fuck, Tyler," I said, staring at him. "I'm not gonna let you mess me around and humiliate me and then still come begging for your cock. I get that you have to act all macho, that you have an image and a reputation you have to protect, but if you really want me you're going to have to stop being such an asshole."

Tyler's reaction wasn't what I was expecting. He started to smile and took a step toward me, backing me up against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

"You want me," he smiled.

"What?"

"You just said if I want you I have to stop being such an asshole. That means you'd let me have you if I was nicer to you."

"No it doesn't," I protested.

"Yes it does," he grinned.

Before I could say anything else he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me with so much passion it knocked me back against the wall.

When he pulled back he growled while I panted for air.

"I want you so bad," he said, stepping back slightly so he could look at my hard body and my even harder cock. "You are so sexy, Evan. I want to put my dick in you."

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, and I was completely overwhelmed by what was happening and by the sheer lust in his voice. He reached out and placed his hand on my stomach, making me shiver. He let his fingers trail over my abs and then moved them up to my pecs. With his hand in the middle of my chest he pushed me back against the wall and then his lips were on mine again.

This time I moaned, which opened my mouth slightly, allowing Tyler to slide his tongue between my lips. When his tongue touched mine it sent a jolt of electricity through me and suddenly I was kissing back. He kept one hand pressed against my chest and brought the other up to my cheek as we made out with the water crashing down on us.

When we broke apart this time and his tongue left my mouth I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away from me, not because I didn't want him near me but because I needed to process what was happening and if I'm honest I just wanted to look at him.

His eyes burned with lust and desire. They were so intense. He licked his lips and looked like he was about ready to devour me. I still wondered what his true intentions were but there was no denying that he honestly and truly wanted me. You can't fake that hunger.

My body quivered with the realization that Tyler's motives for wanting to be with me might be nothing more than his sexual attraction to me. I felt all warm inside and I knew what Jake had meant when he said that I made him feel sexy. I had never been one of the guys that the girls swooned over and I'd never been one of the sexy or hot guys that was on every girls and some guys to-do list, but right now that didn't matter because Tyler, just from his stare, made me feel like the hottest, sexiest guy on the planet and my whole body wanted him.

I looked away from his face and moaned when my eyes moved over his body. The white t-shirt he was wearing that had been too small for him before was soaked through and clung to him like a second skin. His big, round pecs were being hugged by the fabric, making them look more defined than ever before. Each one was topped with a perfectly placed nipple, standing up and erect, pushing out against the shirt, drawing my attention, wanting me to lick and suck them. And his abs... my god, his abs. They were incredible. They looked so hard with the white material sucked down between each one, framing them so they looked like had been carved on to his stomach. I licked my own lips. This guy in front of me was a god and I had the chance to be with him.

I looked back up and stared into his eyes again. We just stood there for a moment with our eyes locked, no words being said, searching for something in the other's gaze.

The air around us was electric. Every hair on my body was standing on end. I was panting still, with my heart racing, and my cock was pulsing, harder than it had ever been, even with Jake. It throbbed in mid-air, completely open and exposed.

The tension was too much. Tyler wasn't moving. I needed to do something. I pushed myself away from the wall and closed the gap between us. Still without saying a word I placed one hand on his chest and the other on the back of his head and I pulled him down toward me, mashing our lips together in the hottest kiss yet as he wrapped his arms around me, opened his mouth and our tongues began a wild battle.

With our lips still locked Tyler slid his hands down my back and over my ass, giving my cheeks a good squeeze before he hooked his hands underneath them and lifted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me a few steps and had me pressed against the wall with my arms now around his shoulders and neck, clinging to him as we made out.

Tyler was still fully dressed, dripping wet, as he pressed himself against me, grinding his undeniably hard cock against me. With the way we were positioned his shaft and head were rubbing up and down against my balls, occasionally feeling like it was going to slip between my legs. My own dick was rock hard between us, sliding back and forth across his amazing abs. I moaned into his mouth and started moving my hips, trying to hump my cock against him, becoming desperate to get off.

It was Tyler who broke the kiss first, pulling back momentarily before he buried his face in my neck, kissing and licking the skin as I wrapped my arms and legs around him even tighter. It felt so good and any doubts I had before left.

He licked his way up to my ear and bit playfully on it. "So fucking sexy," he whispered.

"Oh God, you are too," I moaned as his tongue slid into my ear.

"Yeah," Tyler sighed. "Can you feel my dick against you? It's so hard. Let me put it in you."

I ran my hand up the back of his head and took his hair in my fist. I pulled back hard, making his gasp and groan. Our eyes locked again and we stared at each other for a moment.

"No," I said.

"What?" he asked, looking dejected as he let his grip on me go and lowered me back to the ground, taking a step back. "But you said you wanted me."

"So?" I said, holding myself up on the wall because my legs were still weak. "That doesn't mean I'm gonna let you fuck me."

"But... I don't understand," Tyler said, lost somewhere between confusion and lust.

I closed the gap between us and ran my hand over his chest. I looked up into his eyes and said in the sexiest voice I could, "What if I said I wanted to put my dick in you instead?"

Tyler's eyes went wide and I felt him shiver beneath my hand.

"No," he said in barely more than a breath. "I've never let a guy fuck me before."

"Neither have I," I said.

"But you want it. You want a dick inside you."

"So do you," I said. "Admit it. You want to get fucked. Good and hard. You want a guy to pound you, to make you his, to drill you so good you're screaming his name and begging him to cum inside you."

Tyler shivered again but said nothing. He kept staring down at me, not even blinking. I heard a deep gulp and saw him lick his lips. I stepped even closer to him so our chests were pressed together and slid my hands around his waist, slipping them beneath the waistband of his shorts. He gasped when my fingers brushed against his bare ass cheeks and whimpered when my finger slid into his crack and touched his hole.

Suddenly my hands were ripped out of his shorts and he had me by the wrists. He put my hands above my head and pushed me back until they were pinned against the wall. Before I could ask what he was doing his lips were back on mine in the hungriest kiss yet.

After about a minute of deep kissing we separated, both of us gasping for air. I was panting so hard it almost hurt and my stomach muscles were feeling a slight burn, kind of like they do when you laugh too much.

Pushing Tyler away from me, I looked over his incredible body again. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to get that shirt off him. I needed to see him naked.

I reached out and gripped the bottom of his t-shirt. It was really stuck tight to him and as I slipped my fingers up underneath the fabric and my hand grazed across his bare skin he gave out a soft moan that turned me on so much.

I pulled the shirt away from his body with almost a ripping sound as it came unstuck from his skin. I lifted it up until all of his abs were exposed and then I just held it there, admiring the muscles for a moment. Keeping the t-shirt held in just one hand I ran my other across his abs, feeling the hard contours and the deep grooves. God, my dick was so hard it hurt.

Returning my second hand to the wet t-shirt, I lifted it even higher and Tyler put his arms up so I could take it off. I fully intended to rip it straight off him but when I had it up enough to show off his great pecs I quickly leaned in and sucked one of his nipples into my mouth. He jumped and let out a slight scream that made me chuckle as I held his nipple between my teeth.

With a final lick I moved back and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off his body, tossing it to the shower floor. The second it hit, my lips were back on his, and this time as I ran my hands over his chest and his back it was his bare skin, fully exposed to me. It was so smooth and it turned me on so much.

We were still kissing when I slid my hands back into Tyler's shorts. I gave his ass another squeeze and then pushed the shorts down. It was only when Tyler's hard cock sprung up and collided with mine, making us both jerk and shudder, that I saw I'd pushed his underwear down too.

He quickly stepped out of his shorts and kicked them aside so we were standing in front of each other, eyes locked once more, completely naked and erect. Damn, his cock was beautiful. I wanted to drop to my knees and swallow as much of it as I could.

"Hey, Evan," someone called, making me jump and panic as I looked down and saw my stiff dick glistening with precum. Tyler was in the same situation a couple of feet from me and for the first time since that first kiss we remembered where we were; the school showers.

"Evan? Are you in the shower?" the voice called. I realized who it was; Andy, Coach's assistant.

"Hey," I called back, not knowing what else to do. "Yeah, I'm in the shower."

"Okay, cool. Coach just wanted me to come and make sure you were alright." I could tell by the volume of his voice that he was close to the shower entrance but he didn't put his head around the corner to look in or anything.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound relaxed, even though I was shitting myself. "I was just enjoying the warmth of the water. I'll be done in a minute."

"Great," he called. "You're not feeling dizzy or anything?"

"No," I replied. "My jaw is a bit sore but that's nothing. I'm good."

"That's awesome. Okay, I'll leave you to it. Class will be done in about ten minutes so you might want to get done before the rest of those guys come in and stink up the place."

"Thanks," I said, listening carefully to the sound of his footsteps walking away. God that was close. My heart was pounding even harder than before.

Tyler hadn't said a word but that was close enough for me. I reached out to turn my shower off but Tyler's big hand closed around my wrist and stopped me. He pushed my arms down so they were at my side and stepped right in behind me, pressing his chest against my back.

"What are you doing? We were almost caught just then," I said, trying to turn around as his big arms enveloped me and his chin came to rest on my shoulder. I couldn't move.

"Almost caught," he said. "You heard him. We still have ten minutes."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he had me held tight to him and his hands started roaming my body, running over my chest and down my abs until he wrapped his hand around my cock and licked my neck.

"Oh fuck... Tyler..." I gasped and groaned, feeling another person's hand truly on my cock for the first time.

I was so hard my dick was throbbing in his hand as he started moving it up and down, actually stroking me. He was jerking my cock and giving me a hand job while he continued to kiss and lick my neck. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to run, knowing where we were and how close we'd already come to getting caught, but I was powerless when it came to this guy.

Tyler's hand continued its journey up and down my cock and then his other hand slid down to caress my balls. I started to moan and threw my head back against his shoulder, which exposed my neck even more for his lips. He let his middle finger graze over the skin of my taint and I had my bite my lip to stop myself from screaming.

"Tyler, please..." I said, in little more than a whimper.

"Please what?" he asked. "Tell me what you want, Evan."

He licked his way up my neck until he was teasing my earlobe with the tip of his tongue. I was just about to speak, to tell him to stop, when his hard dick suddenly brushed against my ass and settled into my crack.

He held me even closer now with his dick nestled between my cheeks. It felt huge. It also felt so good against me. I came so close to telling him to just stick it in me, but I couldn't get past the fact we were still in school. I couldn't risk being caught with Tyler's dick inside me. I'd never be able to show my face again.

Tyler's hand never stopped jerking my cock, in fact it changed pace, stroking me in time with the thrusts he was now making against my ass, sliding his dick up and down through the crack of my ass. He even squeezed my balls a little to make my body tense so my ass would clench around his cock.

"Tyler, please..." I said again. The only reply I got was his panted breath in my ear. "We have to stop."

"Why?" he said. "Doesn't it feel good?"

His hand swirled around the slick head of my dick and my whole body felt like it lifted off the ground with the electricity that shot through it. No one had ever made me feel anywhere near that amount of pleasure before. I knew if he kept it up I was going to cum.

"It feels amazing," I moaned. "But someone might see us. Stop."

Not even for the slightest second did his grip loosen or the rhythm and pace of his strokes falter or lessen.

"No," he said. "I'm going to keep jerking your cock, rubbing my dick against your ass and licking your neck until you say it."

"Say what?" I gasped.

"That you want me to fuck you," he said.

"Not here," I moaned as he ran his fingertips around the tip of my cock, scooping up the precum leaking from it to rub all over my shaft, making his hand slide up and down with even more ease than before.

"It doesn't have to be here. I'll fuck you anywhere. Just say it," Tyler growled in my ear.

His dick was leaking precum against my ass and I felt my cheeks becoming coated with it. He kept humping his hips against me, sending his dick back and forth along my crack. Every so often the spongy head of his cock made contact with my hole and I had to bite my lip and grab on to one of his arms just to steady myself. I was so close to reaching back to take hold of it so I could position it ready for entry.

"We have to stop," I said again, resisting.

"So stop me," Tyler said. He held still, his hand around my cock, his dick deep in my ass crack. "I'm not holding you down. I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do. Take my hand off your dick. Step away from me so my cock isn't sliding against your ass. Do it."

I closed my eyes, knowing he was right. I could have pushed him away at any time. I could push him away now. But I didn't want to. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him kissing my neck. I wanted his dick not just against my ass but in my ass, fucking me deep. Oh God.

"Just what I thought," Tyler said when I didn't say anything and didn't try to move away. He brought his free hand up and turned my head until his lips could cover mine. He kissed me and slid his tongue in my mouth as he went back to jerking my cock and humping his dick against my ass. "Now get ready because I'm not gonna stop until I've made you cum."

A tremor went through my body as he said that. His hand sped up so he was really pounding on my cock, the slopping sound of my precum wetting his hand as it beat on my dick made the whole thing even hotter and I found myself thrusting up into his fist.

"Yeah, fuck my fist, Ev," Tyler moaned, "sends your ass right back on my cock."

He was right. As I pulled my cock back through his fist it pushed my ass onto his still thrusting cock, which was so slick now it was just gliding up and down my crack. My mind was whirring, thinking that it was his ass that I was fucking instead of his hand but also thinking about what it would feel like if that pistoning dick was actually inside me, fucking my ass.

My balls suddenly pulled up and I knew I was going to cum. I shoved hard into Tyler's hand and my cock erupted, spewing cum from the slit, shooting three feet into the air before it hit the wall. I had never cum that hard in my life and couldn't believe that it was all coming from me.

The next thing I knew Tyler was biting down on my shoulder and then I felt it, his hot cum exploding from his cock, shooting straight up my back and running down my spine until it trickled down over my ass.

I was panting, trying to catch my breath, when Tyler's arm wrapped around my chest and he licked my ear again. He pulled his hips back so his cock wasn't touching me and then I felt him shift behind me. I jumped when I felt the head of his cock pressed against my hole. Rather than pushing in he simply brushed it back and forth, rubbing his cum against my hole with his cock.

It felt so good I wanted to push back so it would slip inside me. I almost did. I felt relaxed enough and wanted it enough that I was sure it would have gone in.

"That's it," Tyler whispered. "Do you feel that? You want it. I could push it in right now and you wouldn't stop me."

I couldn't say anything to that. I couldn't deny it because we both knew that would be a lie, but I couldn't confirm it either. I couldn't give him that satisfaction, as stupid as it was with his cum still running down my back.

That realization suddenly shook me and I panicked. Class would be finishing any moment and the guys would come in here for their showers. I couldn't be caught with cum all over me. That was almost as bad as being caught actually getting fucked. I pushed Tyler away and turned around into the still spraying water, hoping it would wash away Tyler's cum.

Tyler just laughed his deep laugh as he watched me. When I shot an annoyed look at him he smiled and walked over to me. I was afraid of what he was going to do.

He reached over and grabbed the shower gel, pouring some into his hands. He rubbed them together to lather it up and then turned me so he could wash my back and my ass. When he was done he turned me back around into the spray of the water and I watched as he rubbed soap all over his deflating dick and then reached over to do the same to mine.

When he was done he leaned in and placed the briefest peck of a kiss on my lips and then pulled away grinning. "I told you I'd wash your back for you."

He walked over to another shower, turned the water on, washed off his cock, grabbed his clothes off the floor and just sauntered out like nothing had happened. I was stunned, not just by his nonchalance but also by the fact that I'd just done what I had with Tyler. There was no going back now.

To Be Continued...