Evan

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Evan: Chapter Twenty Five

I woke when I felt Tyler pushing at me. I was snuggled up against him with my head on his shoulder and my arm thrown across his chest. It was the best I had ever slept, feeling him there with me. It confirmed everything I already knew about wanting to be like this with a man for the rest of my life.

"Ev, I need to pee," Tyler said, gently easing me off him.

I moaned and rolled away from him before turning back to watch his awesome ass raise up off the bed, right in front of my face. I wanted to reach out to touch it, to pull those cheeks apart so I could bury my face between the mounds, but he was away from me quicker than I could move.

He turned around to look back at me as he put his hand on the lock on my bedroom door. The smile on his face was one that made me want to pull him back into bed to make out with him because he was so beautiful and then when I looked at his incredible body I wanted to drag him back so he could fuck me again, even though my ass was kind of sore from the three times he had been inside me already. When I looked down at his dick it was long, not quite hard but well on the way, and it still glistened.

He opened the door and went out into the hall. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was just after seven and I lay back in the bed with a huge smile on my face, reliving our night together and how incredible it felt.

I was shocked back to reality when I heard a scream, "What the fuck?"

I jumped up and raced out into the hall. Tyler was frozen in his tracks, his long dick still shining, swinging between his legs. I glanced at his face to see that he was terrified and then I looked across the hall at Emily, who was staring at Tyler wide-eyed, either not realizing or not caring that she too was naked, her tits and neatly shaven pussy on show.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she shrieked. "You're the one who's been fucking Evan?"

Tyler's mouth moved but no words came out. He didn't know what to do or say. Emily was just staring at him.

"Em," I said, drawing her attention away from Tyler. She looked at me with fire in her eyes.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" she screamed.

Ryan quickly appeared in the doorway of his room, as naked as the rest of us were, and quickly came up behind Emily, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Em, calm down."

"What do you mean calm down?" I had never seen her so worked up. "Don't you care that your brother is getting screwed by the biggest player in town?"

Ryan sighed, "It's none of my business. He can make up his own mind like I did with you."

"I just can't believe this... I... I never... Tyler?" Emily said, still trying to get her head around it.

What could I say? I couldn't exactly deny it with him walking out of my room naked, could I? Emily's reaction was pretty much what I expected but I knew she'd be okay with it once the shock wore off. It was Tyler I was worried about. He was trembling, terrified of what she would do, if she would expose him. I had to quell his fears.

"It just kind of happened, Em," I said.

"Maybe I should go," Tyler said, really fidgeting now.

I closed the gap between us and put my hand on his shoulder. "You don't need to. You can trust her. She won't tell anyone. She's just in shock."

"I don't understand," Emily said in disbelief. "How can you be... You hate each other."

"You should know you don't have to like someone to have sex with them, Em. But we really don't hate each other," I said, smiling at Tyler. He smiled back and I felt him relaxing a little.

"But... the crap you've said about each other... Tyler barging into you in the halls... You knocked him on his ass for bad-mouthing Jake."

"Okay, I used to think he was a dick. But it was Jake's feud with him. I just got dragged into it."

"So you're telling me you actually like him?" Emily asked, still in shock but calming down a little.

I looked at Tyler and nodded, "Yeah, I do. I really like him."

I leaned in for a kiss and Tyler pulled back for a second, clearly not wanting to kiss me in front of Emily and Ryan. The look on his face screamed what the Hell are you doing but then he softened and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"I can't believe this. I never even thought for a second it would be Tyler," Emily said. She looked at him, "Do you feel the same or are you just using him?"

Tyler forced a smile, "I think you know my reputation by now. If I was just fucking him I wouldn't still be here."

Tyler's joke finally broke the ice and a smile worked its way onto Emily's face too. They both relaxed a little and then she turned her attention back to me. Ryan was looking apologetic behind her but he had nothing to be sorry for. I had to tell her sometime and now my hand had been forced.

"How did it happen?" Emily asked.

I was just about to explain when Tyler told me he still needed to pee. I started talking and he slipped away into the bathroom.

"We were paired together in gym class," I started. "Neither of us wanted to be partners but Coach gave us no choice. We had to work together and our hands touched and, I don't know, something just happened. A spark I guess. Then later on we saw each other naked in the showers and I think we both wanted each other then."

"When was this?" she asked.

I thought for a second. "About six weeks ago."

"Six weeks? Have you been fucking all that time?" Emily asked. The level of her voice rose again and I knew it was because of how long I'd kept things from her.

"No," I said. "Tyler made it pretty clear he wanted me and I guess I wanted him too but I was holding out hoping..."

Emily let out a little laugh, "You were holding out hoping Jake was gonna fuck you first?"

The sound of the toilet flushing made me jump and I almost forgot Tyler was even there. I prayed that he didn't hear her but the look on his face told me he did.

"Look, Emily..." Tyler said, not even looking at me. "Please don't tell anyone about this."

"Why not?" Emily asked with her hands on her naked hips.

"Because I like Ev. I actually care about him," Tyler said.

"More than you care about your reputation?" she asked. He looked away from both of us then and Emily laughed. "Yeah, just as I thought, you don't want me telling anyone because you're scared it will mess up your life and your career."

"Okay, that's part of it," Tyler admitted. "Evan knows where we stand. I'm not lying to him. We're doing this together. I didn't force anything on him."

"Is that right?" Emily asked me.

"Yes," I nodded. "He waited until I was ready. He's not playing me, Em."

Emily looked at Tyler and the expression on her face softened. Ryan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. "Come back to bed, Em, we can talk more about this later."

She spun around in his arms so she was facing him. "You knew, didn't you?"

He closed his eyes and cursed himself. "Yes."

Her face darkened and she pushed him back into the bedroom. "I'll talk to you two later," she said before slamming the door.

Tyler looked over at me. I think he was trying to figure out what we should do next.

"She won't tell anyone," I reassured him.

"How do you know?" Tyler asked, swallowing hard.

"Because I know Emily. Besides..." I trailed off.

"Besides what?"

I reached across the hall and took his arm, leading him into my room. He looked at me like I was crazy as I closed the door.

"She didn't tell anyone about the video of you and Joe, did she? Even if she didn't know it was you," I said.

"I guess not," Tyler said.

"I know you feel like you need more evidence, more convincing or whatever, but she won't tell anyone," I said. "She probably won't even be thinking about you. She'll kick my ass and make me regret not telling her about us sooner."

"Why didn't you?" he asked. "I mean, you obviously told your brother."

"I'm sorry about that. It just slipped out. I wasn't going to tell anyone because I wanted to protect you. We might not be boyfriends or anything but I understand that if you come out it should be on your own terms, not because someone forces you to."

"Thanks," he smiled. "I can't believe she knows. What are we going to do?"

"Nothing," I said. "I'll talk to her, straighten it all out. You've got nothing to worry about. Your secret is safe with us."

"I need to hear that from her," he said.

"I understand that," I said. "She'll tell you the same thing."

Tyler looked at me and then glanced at the clock. "Shit, I really need to go. Damn, I want to stay here to sort all this out."

"Just go," I said to him. "I'll talk to her first. Either come back later or give her a call."

I grabbed a piece of paper from a pad on my desk and wrote Emily's number down, handing it to him. He smiled and pulled me into a kiss, running his hands down my back.

"Are you going to give me that disc?" he asked, still holding me.

"Do I have to?" I asked.

He looked at me for a long moment and then smiled. "You jerk off to it, don't you?"

"Yeah," I smiled, placing my hand on his chest. "It's hotter than any porn I've ever seen. If only I could see you fucking him..."

"No chance in Hell," Tyler smiled and then paused. "It really doesn't have my face on it?"

"Not even a glimpse. I've watched it enough times to be sure."

"You little pervert," Tyler chuckled. "I should take it and destroy it, for Joe not just for me, but I trust you. You can keep it for now. But if I ask for it you'll give it to me right?"

"Yes," I said.

"And it's the only copy?" he asked.

I couldn't be sure and doubted it was but I said, "Yes."

"Good," he smiled. "Now I've really got to get going. Where are my clothes?"

I looked around and spotted his boxers on the floor beside the bed. I picked them up and held them up to my nose, breathing in deep. He lunged across and grabbed them out of my hand, grinning as he pulled them up his big legs and ass and finally positioned his cock so it was sitting nicely in the front.

"Where are the rest?" he asked.

I glanced around but couldn't see them. "Oh shit. I think they're still in the kitchen. You grabbed your boxers when we went down to eat but your jeans and shirt are still by the oven."

Tyler laughed and leaned in to kiss me. "So things will definitely be okay? I have nothing to worry about?"

"Things will be fine. I promise," I said.

He kissed me again, this time slipping his tongue into my mouth and then broke away from me and headed toward my bedroom door. He stopped and turned his head to look at me, a mischievous grin on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"You were holding out for Jake," he smiled. "That's the only reason you said no, isn't it?"

I bit my lip, wanting to deny it, but then I started to smile and his own smile only grew bigger.

"I fucking knew it!"

"Just get your clothes and get out," I laughed.

He laughed even harder then as he headed out of the room. I pulled on my own boxers and followed him downstairs to watch him get dressed. It was a shame he had to cover that amazing body with clothes but he would have been arrested otherwise.

We shared another hot kiss and then I let him out of the back door, watching him cross the yard and climb up over the fence, returning to where he'd parked his car on the next street over. When I turned around, Emily was stood facing me, this time with one of Ryan's t-shirts on and not a lot else. She looked like she was about to kill me.

"How could you not tell me it was Tyler?" she spat.

I took a deep breath, knowing I was in for a verbal beating. "Because I knew you'd act like this."

"Oh and how am I acting, Ev?"

"Like a spoilt baby," I said, watching her expression go from angry to irate. "Look Em, I love you, you're my best friend and if you end up being my sister-in-law you'll be family, but there are some things I don't have to tell you."

"You don't tell me anything," she said.

"And you wonder why?" I asked. Her face dropped and she looked sad now. "I'm sorry. I should have told you when I lost my virginity but I knew you'd start asking questions and I wasn't ready to answer them. It's not that I don't trust you, but you just don't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand?" she asked.

"You're so open and accepting about everything. You don't think anyone should be afraid of who they are or should feel the need to keep their sexuality a secret. I wish the world was like that, but it's not. They might have made gay marriage legal in all fifty states but that was a decision made by the courts not by the people like in Ireland. Tyler's not ready to tell the world and I accept that, I understand that and I actually support it. I wouldn't have wanted to be forced to come out before I was ready."

"How is telling me forcing him to come out? I'm just one person," Emily said.

"Yes, but one person is how it always starts," I said. "Besides, I didn't want to tell you until I knew where things were going."

"And where are they going?" she asked.

"Honestly?" I said, "Probably nowhere."

"Then what are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm enjoying myself. I'm having sex with one of the hottest guys I've ever met. I can't tell you how good it feels, but then I don't have to, do I?"

Emily laughed, "He does have a nice dick."

"Erm, guys..." Ryan coughed, making us both jump. "We have company."

I spun around and swallowed hard when I saw Jake standing there next to him. I didn't even hear Ryan come down the stairs or open the door to him. How much of what we just said had he heard?

"Hi, Ev," he said quietly.

"Jake? What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from showing the panic I felt.

He looked hurt. "Ryan said I should come back today and you agreed. We need to talk, Ev, so I thought I'd come over and we could have breakfast." He held up a bag of groceries. "That's if you're not busy again..."

I followed Jake's eyes as he looked toward the stairs. I knew then he'd heard what I said because he was expecting the guy I was talking about to come down them at any moment. The air crackled with nervous tension, so much so that even Emily shifted uncomfortably.

"Come on, Em, we'll leave them to it," Ryan said from the doorway.

"But I'm hungry," she said, lingering between Jake and I.

"Then I'll take you to eat out, come on," he said, walking across the room and dragging her out as she continued to protest.

Jake said nothing as he walked past me into the kitchen. He started unpacking the bag onto the counter. I stood silently, stunned that he was moving around my kitchen like it was his. I still wasn't sure I was ready to talk to him, if only because I had no idea why he had suddenly come around and wanted to talk to me again.

"Jake," I said, trying to get his attention. He looked at me. "What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast," he said as he pulled out two glasses, two plates and a couple of pans.

"No," I said, "I mean this, right now, you and me here like nothing happened. You haven't even explained what you're really doing here."

"You know why I'm here. I don't have to explain."

He was right, he didn't. But I still wanted him to. I watched him move around the kitchen in his tight shirt and pants that hugged his muscular ass and I felt the anger from the previous night, and weeks even, starting to slip away. The old feelings I had for him, my affection for him, came rushing back to the surface and I felt myself smiling until I remembered the arm he had pressed against my throat and the look of hatred in his eyes as he did. I still had no clue what was going on and I wasn't ready to forgive him.

He still said nothing so I sat and watched him. He had orange juice, bacon, eggs and rye bread and went about preparing breakfast for the two of us. I never knew he could cook but he moved around the kitchen like a professional.

I waited to see if he was going to talk but after a few minutes I knew I was going to have to be the one to speak first. I didn't understand. He was the one who came to speak to me but now he wasn't saying anything and he wasn't even looking at me, his back was turned as he griddled the bacon, toasted the bread and scrambled the eggs.

"When did you learn how to cook?" I asked, wanting to start off with something light.

Jake tensed up slightly, his back still to me, but then he relaxed. "I kind of had to."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your mom always used to cook me breakfast," he said solemnly. "When I stopped coming to give you a ride I had to make my own and got sick of cereals or oatmeal every morning so I got Marcus to show me a few things he learnt while he was at college."

"I'm impressed," I said, watching as he flipped the bacon. "You know you don't have to."

"Don't have to what?" he asked, turning to look at me for the first time since he arrived.

"Make me breakfast. We could have just talked."

"I wanted to do something to show you I'm sorry," he said. "Besides, I'm hungry."

I smiled as he turned back to the food. Silence returned, the only sounds the sizzling of the bacon, until I spoke, needing to ask him the question. "What are you sorry for?"

Jake put the pan down on the stove and took the deepest breath, exhaling the biggest sigh I had ever heard. "Do I have to say it?"

"I think I need you to," I said.

He took another deep breath. "Can we talk about this after we eat?"

I could see how nervous he was so I nodded and he went back to cooking, soon serving us up a plate of food and a nice glass of orange. We ate in almost complete silence apart from me telling him how good the food tasted and it wasn't until a piece of scrambled egg dropped off my fork onto my leg that I realized that all I was wearing was a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. Was that why Jake wasn't looking at me?

When we finished eating Jake got up to wash the dishes. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't hear of it. I watched him for a moment and then said I was heading upstairs to throw some clothes on.

"You don't have to, Ev," Jake said. "It's your house and I've seen you in your boxers plenty of times."

"Yeah, but that was before," I said.

Jake dropped a dish into the sink, which luckily was filled with water so the dish didn't smash, and turned around fully to stare into my eyes. "What's changed?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed in disbelief.

"Ev..."

"You can't seriously tell me you're going to just forget that the last six weeks ever happened," I said.

"Of course not," Jake said.

"Then you know what's changed," I said. "We can't pretend that none of it ever happened, Jake. We can't pretend that we didn't come close to having sex with each other. TWICE! We definitely can't pretend you didn't come within seconds of beating the life out of me. Can we?"

Jake didn't say anything. He just shook his head and looked down at the floor.

I sighed, "I want to be your friend again, I do, but we need to talk about what we did, both of us, so we can move past it. I don't know if we'll ever get back to where we were but we can try."

Jake moved to the breakfast bar and sat down on one of the stools, putting his elbows on the counter and burying his face in his hands. He groaned.

"Talk to me," I encouraged. "Tell me what happened."

"You know what happened," he said, his voice muffled by his hands.

"I meant inside your head."

He slowly looked up at me and made eye contact. He stared at me for about twenty seconds and then opened up. "I never meant to hurt you. I can't believe I put my hands on you and treated you so badly. I hate myself for that. Of everything I did that's what I wish I could take back the most."

I nodded but said nothing. My silence encouraged him to go on.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but my head was so messed up. I don't know what came over me. I can't make excuses for what I did, for what we did, because... oh God, Ev... I don't know what got into me but I wanted it, okay? I wanted it and I couldn't handle that and what it might mean."

"Wanted what?"

Jake laughed, "You know what. I wanted to fuck you. The night of your birthday, that time right there on that sofa... Man, I wanted to fuck you. And I would have, we both know that, if Emily and Ryan hadn't have interrupted us. I was ready."

I swallowed hard and tried to speak but no words would come and I felt like my brain was suddenly paralysed. Hearing Jake say the words, admitting he would have been the one to have taken my virginity, made me feel so many emotions at once; arousal, anger, regret, joy.

Jake continued to talk while I sat in silence trying to process everything. "I don't know what was going through my mind, Ev. I've thought about it a thousand times, about how close we came, and each time I feel a kind of sense of relief that we didn't."

I felt crushed hearing those words. I wish I hadn't been but I was. I still wanted him to tell me he loved me and wanted me, but I guess I just had to settle for him being honest with me.

"Why?" I managed to croak.

"Because it would have changed things," Jake said, looking at me. "Over the past month when I've been thinking about how close I came to fucking you, to taking that next step, giving you what I know you wanted, I think about how much of a mistake it could have been. I can fuck other people, Ev. I can have girlfriend after girlfriend after girlfriend, but you're the best friend I'm ever going to have. I've missed you."

"Really?" I don't know why I felt so surprised. I had missed him too. I felt like I was about to tear up.

"Yes. I love you, Ev... just not in the way you wanted me to. It took me a while to handle that."

"Can you handle it now?" I asked.

"I think we can," Jake smiled. "We stopped before we went too far. I know you. If we did have sex that wouldn't have been enough for you, you would have wanted it again and again and when I told you you couldn't have it you would have hated me."

"I could never hate you," I said defensively. "Even after everything you did."

"Really?" Jake asked. "I hated myself for a while."

"Why?"

"Because I felt like I led you on. Hell, I did lead you on. I'm not gay, Ev. I'm sorry. I'm not attracted to other guys and I can never love you the way you deserve to be loved. But I can't lie. I was curious and horny and I wanted to fuck you. That's why when you came to my place and I had Tina on the mats in the basement in that position I had you in I was thinking about you. When you walked in and saw us I nearly came right then and when I did blow my load it was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. I felt so guilty afterwards and I couldn't face you. That's why I put distance between us, why I stopped coming over. It wasn't because I didn't like you. It's because every time I looked at you I felt those feelings coming back and I had to make them stop."

I didn't know what to say to that. I was shocked that Jake was being so open and honest with me about his feelings and I have to admit that I was kind of turned on by the way he was talking and hoped he couldn't see my growing dick in my boxers that felt tighter by the second. I'm such a slut.

I couldn't believe he'd been thinking about me while he fucked Tina, even though it's what I thought at the time, or that moments later I'd been getting fucked by Tyler because Jake wouldn't fuck me. I held back the insane laugh that rose in my chest, wanting to burst out of my mouth.

"I think we both just needed some time apart to think about things," Jake continued. "I had to sort my head out, figure out what I wanted and ask some serious questions. I've got my answers."

"And what about me?" I managed to whisper.

"You needed time to get over me," he said. "If I'd been around you would have been hung up on me, trying to get me to be something I'm not. By giving you time you started to look at other people. From what I heard earlier it obviously worked..."

"Yeah," I sighed. "In a way maybe it did."

"In a way?" Jake asked.

"I'm still in love with you, Jake," I said. "I don't want you to think I'm not. I'm gonna be in love with you for a while, maybe forever. But you're right, I've found someone else who can give me what you can't and I'm actually happy. I can be with him and I can be best friends with you."

A beautiful grin lit up Jake's face and I hated that I couldn't lean across the counter to kiss him, but I was so happy to have him back with me. I just hoped we'd be able to put everything behind us.

"One last thing though," I said, wanting to make sure Jake knew where I stood. "If you hit me again we're done."

"Okay," Jake nodded.

"I mean it," I continued. "If there's a problem between us, we talk about it. I'm not going to lie down and let you beat the crap out of me again. If there's a next time I will hit back."

"Understood," Jake said quietly.

After another little awkward silence we started slowly talking, kind of catching up on what we'd missed over the past month. After that the rest of the conversation was just like those we used to have back before things got complicated. It was so easy to just talk to him and not have any kind of pressure on us. It was actually quite relaxed. He even got kind of playful, saying he felt overdressed with me in nothing but my boxers and maybe he should strip off too. I told him he better not or he might not get away the third time. We laughed it off, even though I was being serious, and when he left he hugged me like he always used to. It felt so good to be back in his arms but I didn't want to just give in and take him back easily because he might think what he did was okay and it wasn't.

When Emily and Ryan returned around lunchtime Emily was all smiles and skipped right up to me.

"What?" I asked. "What happened? Did Ryan propose?"

"Don't be fucking stupid, bro," Ryan said. "We saw Tyler and Joe."

"And?" I asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Emily asked, punching my arm.

"What this time?" I asked, rubbing the pain away.

"That Tyler's the one in the video getting his dick sucked by Joe," Emily screeched, like it was the most exciting thing she had ever heard.

"How did you know?" I asked and her smile grew even wider.

"They came into the diner with a couple of their football buddies. I didn't think anything of it at first but while I was watching them Tyler threw his arm over Joe's shoulder and they looked at each other and I just knew. And the body, now that I've seen him naked there's no denying that's Tyler."

I nodded, "Pretty hot, isn't it?"

"So fucking hot," she beamed. "I can't believe it. Have you...?"

"Have I what?" I asked.

"Been fucked by both of them yet?"

I chuckled and looked at her in mock surprise. "I'm not you, Em. But no, I haven't. I don't think Joe would be too pleased with anyone else knowing, let alone joining in."

"That's a shame," she said. "I talked to Tyler though."

"When?" I asked.

"We went to the bathroom at the same time and he pulled me aside, made me promise not to tell anyone about you two."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yes. I calmed him down and told him that as long as he doesn't mess you around no one will ever find out."

"So you threatened him? Shouldn't that be Ry's job?" I asked.

"No, Ry's a big pussy," Emily smiled.

Ryan shrugged, "You are what you eat."

I shook my head and left them to it as I went up to my room. Emily came up a little later asking how things went with Jake. I told her some of the details and was surprised when she managed to fill in some of those I'd missed out. It turns out she'd been talking to Jake almost as much as she'd been talking to me over the past few weeks and he'd opened up a little to her, though she still didn't know just how close we'd come to having sex the night of my birthday.

She also wanted to talk about Tyler, or rather the sex I'd been having with him. She wanted to know everything and now she knew about us I decided to be honest because I wanted to talk about it with someone too. It took almost an hour to go through it all. By the time we were done we were both so horny she went straight to Ryan and they were fucking before I even managed to get Tyler on the phone. He had just got home and had the house to himself for a while if I was interested. I was there within fifteen minutes, running most of the way.

The sweat I built up only seemed to turn Tyler on because I was barely in the door when he pounced. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him and him me after we had fucked most of the previous night, but we couldn't get enough and he carried me upstairs, my legs wrapped around his waist, the whole time making out with me.

In his room he laid me down on his bed and pulled off first my clothes and then his until we were both naked. Then a mischievous grin spread across his face as he moved towards me.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"You remember that first day we were together?" he replied.

"In your car?" I asked.

"No," he smiled, "in the gym. When Coach cuffed us together..."

"Yeah," I nodded, propped up on my elbows watching him.

Instead of answering me Tyler bent down and pulled a pair of handcuffs out from under his bed. I didn't need him to say what he was thinking, it was written all over his face.

He climbed up onto the bed, his huge body pinning mine to the mattress, and between amazing kisses that took my breath away he managed to manoeuvre me into a position so he could cuff my hands to the headboard.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

He leaned right in to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to suck your dick until you beg me to let you cum and then I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

He delivered on his promise. He kissed his way down my body, licking every one of my abs before he took my cock into his mouth and sucked me, edging me for about ten minutes while he played with my balls, fingered my hole and caressed my body. My toes were curling, my back arched and my moans developed into a constant stream of begging whimpers.

When he was finally satisfied he lubed us both up and slid inside me. He started slow at first, almost like he was teasing me, making me not just plead for more but demand it, telling him to fuck me harder and deeper. He gave me what I wanted and soon he was pounding me, drilling me so good I was delirious, my cock was rock hard and leaking on my abs.

It never seemed to stop. Every time he got close to cumming he would slow down, sometimes even stopping buried inside me, only to speed up again when he backed off from his orgasm. After what must have been an hour and him pulling out twice to apply more lube he hammered me harder than ever before, our skin slapping together, and his dick caught my prostate just right making my cock explode, firing six huge shots up onto my chest.

Seconds later he pushed in deep and came in the condom inside me. He was panting and shuddering, his body convulsing with every blast that rocketed out of his dick, and then he collapsed onto me and we made out as we came down from our incredible orgasms and his dick slipped from my ass.

We stayed in his bed for about a half hour before we got up and showered together. We didn't fuck but our hands were all over each other, washing every inch we could reach, both inside and out. Tyler really went wild when I got my finger nice and slick with soap and slipped it inside him. He made me stop before we went too far so we turned off the water and got out, taking the time to dry each other.

We returned to the bed and lay together chatting. By now it was dark outside as winter approached and we lost track of time. I text Ryan to tell him where I was and then we ordered a pizza when we realized we hadn't eaten, with Tyler actually answering the door naked much to the surprise of the delivery boy who I'm pretty sure was a junior at our school.

After we ate we went back up to bed. Tyler had a TV in his room so we lay together watching some movie until Tyler's hands started to get happy again, moving around my abs at first and then down to my dick. I told him my ass was too tender to get fucked again so we just fooled around a little, slowly jerking each other off. I had him right on the edge, tugging on his balls while I stroked him, when we heard a car door slam outside and he jumped up and ran to the window with his hard dick waving in the air.

"Oh fuck!" Tyler cursed.

"What?" I asked, still on his bed, still hard.

"It's Joe," Tyler said, panicked.

"What's he doing here? Did you invite him?"

"No, but he knows my parent's won't be back for another few hours and we kind of have an understanding about this kind of thing when he's horny. Shit! He'll go crazy. He thinks we're just two straight guys fooling around. If he knows I'm fucking you he'll freak out."

"Don't answer the door then. Pretend you're not here."

Tyler looked at the floor. "He has a key."

The door downstairs slammed shut and Joe's footsteps were getting louder as he climbed up the stairs.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

To Be Continued...