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Tyler – Part 2
You've got to calm down, Ty. If you keep acting like this he's going to know something is wrong.
Tyler's heart was still beating hard in his chest. He knew the voice inside his head was right. He needed to act casual. He needed to try to forget about his newly realized feelings and get on with enjoying himself rather than beating himself up. He had been attracted to other guys before, in the gym and at school, and he had been able to control himself. There was no reason why he couldn't do that with Joe. His lust would fade.
Yeah, but you weren't alone with those other guys, were you?
He closed his eyes and bit his lip again. He hated that he had two conflicting voices in his head; one telling him everything would be okay if he could just bury his feelings long enough to get through the week, and another telling him this was one game he couldn't win, that before the week was up he was going to crack and make a pass at Joe whether it was welcome or not. Both voices made good points but he had no idea which one he should listen to. It was beginning to drive him insane and they'd only been inside his head for fifteen hours.
"What am I going to do?" he asked out loud, looking down at his feet with his arms wrapped around his knees.
You should go for breakfast. That's where Joe's expecting you.
Tyler gasped and jumped to his feet. He tried to run but his right leg gave way beneath him and he fell to the ground with a hard thud. He had punched his thigh too hard in frustration and now his leg was dead. He reached out for the side of the building and managed to pull himself to his feet but his leg still wouldn't move. He tried shaking it out and then walking on it despite the lack of feeling but that only made things worse. Any time he put his weight on it he felt like his ankle was going to snap.
For the longest ninety seconds of his life, Tyler stood propped up against the side of the building, holding his leg, bent at the knee. He swung it back and forth trying to get the blood flowing and rubbed his large hand up and down his thigh, hoping to help.
He had just about got the feeling back when he heard a door on the upper landing slam, followed by the familiar sound of Joe humming a tune they both had stuck in their heads after hearing it about a dozen times on the car radio on the journey down.
He didn't want Joe asking what was wrong in case he couldn't convincingly lie so he made a quick dash toward the dining room, hobbling like an injured beast until he could finally sprint the last few yards.
He had barely made it into the dining room with the door closing behind him when it swung back open and Joe walked in. He did his best to suppress the panting breaths that were making his chest heave and nodded to his best friend.
"What took you so long, man?" Tyler asked, stepping up to the table piled with food. "I was waiting for you forever but then just decided to go ahead and grab something."
"Sorry about that," Joe smiled, sending a wave of warmth spreading through Tyler's body, making him instantly forget that he was trying to feint anger. "I wanted to get my hair just right. We might see some hot babes today and I want to look my best."
Like you have to try...
Tyler quickly turned his back on Joe, hoping his thoughts didn't show in his expression. He occupied himself by focusing on the table in front of him, trying to decide what he wanted to eat from the breakfast buffet. There were cereals, toast, oatmeal, croissants and muffins with an assortment of fruits, juices and coffee. There was also pancake batter and a hot plate.
After grabbing what he wanted, going for the easiest options of cereal, a muffin and a couple of pieces of fruit with a glass of juice, Tyler picked a free table and sat down. Instead of eating though his eyes were focused on Joe, watching the strong muscles of his back flex and bulge beneath his tight t-shirt as he made himself a stack of pancakes and drizzled them with syrup.
When Joe turned around, Tyler quickly looked away from him, briefly catching the eye of an elderly lady just a few tables away who gave him a knowing smile and a nod.
Oh shit! Can she tell what I'm thinking? Am I that obvious?
Before Tyler could look back up at the woman to try to confirm what he was thinking, Joe's big body sat down across from him, blocking her from view.
"We really lucked out here, Ty," Joe smiled, stabbing his fork into his pancakes. "I thought this place was going to be cheap and nasty like the motels at home but this is awesome."
"Yeah, it is," Tyler agreed, looking down at his bowl of cereal, which was starting to go soggy. "When have I ever let you down?"
"Never, man," Joe grinned. "I can always count on you. That's why I love ya."
Tyler's eyes shot up to meet Joe's. He knew those words didn't mean what he wanted them to but that didn't stop his heart from jumping up into his throat, the hairs on his arms and legs from standing on end or the deep tightening feeling in the pit of his stomach that could have meant he was about to either throw up or cum in his pants; he didn't know which.
Deep breaths... Deep breaths... Oh fuck...
Joe's eyes were mesmerising, especially so close, looking directly at him. Tyler had to fight hard to suppress a whimper. The brown had softened from the night before, looking more like melted chocolate now. They glistened and there was a warmth behind them that made Tyler feel at ease, like nothing could go wrong or hurt him as long as those eyes were watching him.
If just being in a room with Joe had been tormenting then having breakfast with him at a table for two was agonizing torture. Joe wasn't just close. They were almost touching. The hair on Tyler's leg tingled as their knees brushed by one another beneath the table. Their hands were just inches apart, so close Tyler thought he could feel the heat from Joe's fingers, wanting to slip his own between them, to link them together and hold on. Joe's unmistakable scent, clean yet manly, filled his nostrils and expanded his lungs, making him feel lighter, on a high. And Joe's warm breath danced across his cheek as he spoke words Tyler wasn't even hearing, his eyes focused on Joe's thick bottom lip, wishing he could lean across the table to kiss it.
Stop acting like a fucking bitch. He's going to figure you out.
"Are you okay, bro?" Joe asked, studying Tyler curiously.
He saw me staring.
"Um... Yeah... I'm... I'm fine," Tyler stuttered.
Great, sound like a fucking idiot.
"You sure?" Joe asked. "Have I got something on my face?"
Tyler panicked, hoping he could cover up his thoughts. Luckily he was a quick thinker. "Just a bit of toothpaste on your bottom lip, I think. Unless you gave someone a blow job after I left the room."
Oh fuck. Why did I say that?
Joe's face lit up with a smile and he chuckled. Tyler joined him, ignoring the flutter of butterfly wings deep inside him at the sight. The tension was broken.
Tyler relaxed back in his chair and the rest of the breakfast transpired like so many had before, the two best friends engaged in playful banter, discussing their day ahead and what they hoped would happen.
"So what are you thinking, Ty?" Joe asked. "You must have read every brochure in our room last night. What looks good?"
Tyler had no idea. He had buried his face in those flyers and booklets to take his attention away from Joe's almost naked body laid out on the bed beside his, he hadn't actually read them.
"It's Spring Break," Tyler replied. "We've got to hit the beach."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Joe grinned. "Dude on the weather channel said it's going to be a hot one today. I can't wait to see all those girls in their tiny bikinis. Hey, I wonder if there's a nude beach here."
Tyler shook his head seeing Joe's eyebrows move up and down suggestively. "Calm down, Joe. I don't want you to have to change your shorts before we finish breakfast. You're only supposed to cream your coffee."
Joe laughed, flicking a piece of muffin across the table at Tyler. "I'm not the one who had to change his pants the last time we were on vacation."
"Don't start with that again. I did not piss myself," Tyler protested.
"Whatever you say, Ty," Joe grinned.
"That was your fucking brother. He threw his drink in my lap and then made a fool out of me."
"I know," Joe laughed.
"It wasn't funny. That girl I liked wouldn't even look at me after that."
"Yeah, well forget about her," Joe smiled. "I'm sure there are much hotter girls on the menu tonight."
"All you're getting are leftovers," Tyler smirked. "All the hot girls will be going back to the room with me. They probably won't even notice you standing next to me."
"Oh please, you really think you're hotter than me? You might have more mass, but I'm more defined. Everything about this body is tight."
Tell me about it. Especially that ass...
"Let's go see shall we?" Tyler asked, getting up from the table.
They put their dishes in the rack for cleaning, headed up to their room to grab their stuff – towels, sun cream and water – and headed out across the road toward the beach.
Unlike the day before when people were just arriving and finding their bearings, the streets were now full of young men and women. They were all over; sitting outside cafes, driving along in open-top convertibles, riding bicycles wearing little more than their underwear. Most though were heading for the beach with their own towels tucked under their arms. Tyler and Joe looked at each other and smiled.
The sky was almost completely blue with just half a dozen white clouds floating along on the slight sea breeze. They seemed to bob up and down and Tyler could imagine people up there, angels probably, relaxing on top of them, taking in the gorgeous weather just like the people below them floating in the clear water on various inflatables.
Palm trees lined the perimeter of the beach, separating it from the road and buildings beyond. It had an amazing effect, isolating the beach, making it feel like a sanctuary. You weren't in a small town, just twenty-five feet from shops and restaurants, you were on an island paradise.
The warm golden sand felt amazing on Tyler's feet as he slid off his shoes and stepped onto it. It was soft yet firm. He stood for a moment, revelling in the feeling, but also just to take in the sight in front of him. The beach must have spread for a mile either side of them. It was huge. Dotted along it, all the way down to the blue sea, were large logs, positioned strategically so as to provide a little privacy, giving each group of people their own little area to relax in. There were also a number of courts, currently being used for volleyball by some hot looking guys Tyler would have to discreetly check out later. There were half naked bodies everywhere; girls in bikinis, guys shirtless in just their swim shorts or occasionally a speedo. It was everything they had hoped for. And floating in the ocean, not too far off shore, were three pontoons, each one topped by a different slide that would send anyone going down it crashing into the water below. They looked like fun.
"This is fucking awesome, Ty," Joe almost screamed in excitement. "Look at all these hot babes."
"Yeah. We've hit the jackpot," Tyler smiled, actually meaning it.
Even though he was having feelings for Joe, Tyler's attraction to women hadn't suddenly disappeared. Everywhere he looked there were women he thought were sexy and beautiful, women he would gladly take into his arms, women he would hold and kiss, women he would take to bed. It thrilled him that that part of him hadn't gone. He didn't have to lie to Joe, he just had to conceal certain things, like the equal number of guys he found attractive, for once not having to imagine what was underneath their shirts because almost all of them went without, showing off incredible muscles that begged to be worshipped.
"Let's find somewhere to put our things down," Tyler said. "Then we can go exploring."
Joe simply nodded and followed Tyler, constantly looking around him, taking in all of the gorgeous women laid out soaking up the sun. It was only when he felt his dick twitch that Joe quickened the pace, not wanting to embarrass himself by getting hard in public.
Tyler found a spot behind one of the logs that hadn't yet been taken. He unrolled his towel, laid it on the sand and sank down onto it, pulling off his shirt. Joe did the same and they both sat back, propped up on their elbows, looking out at the calm water and clear sky.
"Damn that sun is hot," Joe said. "Hand me the cream, Ty."
Tyler rolled onto his side and grabbed the sun cream, tossing it to Joe. He watched as Joe popped the cap and started rubbing the cream over his big arms and shoulders before moving on, gently rubbing his hands over his firm chest, making sure to coat each pec, adding extra cream around his nipples, and then finally down over his hard abs.
Watching Joe was so hot Tyler had to roll onto his stomach to hide his hardening dick. He would have given anything to be the one applying that cream to Joe's amazing body. He continued to watch as Joe rubbed cream into his hairy legs but quickly turned his head away when Joe turned to look at him.
"Hey, bro, put some on my back, will ya?" Joe asked, holding up the bottle. "I'll do you after."
Tyler shivered at the thought of actually touching Joe's body, of getting to run his hands over Joe's skin, to feel the muscles moving beneath his fingers. He suddenly felt scared, knowing he had no choice but to do it so he didn't expose himself, but at the same time terrified that the one part of his body he didn't have control of would give him away.
"Well?" Joe asked when Tyler still hadn't moved.
"Yeah, okay. Lay on your front," Tyler said, pointing to the towel.
Joe just smiled and quickly lay down. He brought his arms up so his hands were resting one on top of the other and used them like a cushion for his face, really relaxing.
Even though he knew he should get to work quickly so Joe didn't suspect anything, Tyler couldn't help but stop to admire Joe's strong back muscles and the curve of his lower back before it rose up into his amazing bubble butt.
Tipping the bottle upside down, Tyler poured a generous amount of cream into his hands, wanting to make sure Joe was well covered. Feeling the cold liquid on his palms sent a feeling of dread surging through him alongside the conflicting emotions caused by his excitement. Yes, he was going to get his hands on Joe's body, but how was he going to approach this? He had to rub the cream in like any other guy would do, quickly but effectively, he couldn't linger, he couldn't massage the muscles like he wanted to, taking his time to trace his fingers over every inch of Joe's back, memorizing it for when he thought about it secretly later.
Slowly, Tyler reached out his hand and placed it on Joe's shoulder. Joe gasped at the coldness attacking his rapidly warming skin but then relaxed again. Tyler moved his hand in large circles, moving the cream around but not really rubbing it in.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Joe asked, turning his head. "Rub it in, don't just spread it all over the fucking place. Put some muscle into it."
Tyler snorted. "Oh, you're gonna wish you hadn't said that, fucker."
Forgetting about his concerns, Tyler darted forward and swung his leg over Joe's body, straddling his waist. He sat down on Joe's plump ass and put his hands on Joe's shoulders, pinning him to the ground so Joe wouldn't be able to fight him.
Leaning in so his face was next to Joe's, Tyler whispered, "Remember you asked for this."
"Come on then," Joe said, turning his head to look Tyler in the eyes.
Tyler leaned back up and began massaging the cream into Joe's shoulders, gripping them firmly, pressing hard, really getting his fingers into the muscles. He heard Joe moan beneath him, but it wasn't an unpleasant moan, even though he was being rough, trying to cause maybe a bit of pain. It sounded like Joe liked it and it was music to his ears. If only he could be the cause of moans like that when they were in the bedroom...
"Oh fuck..." Joe moaned.
"Am I hurting you?" Tyler asked.
"Fuck no, man, that feels so good," Joe said as Tyler moved his hands around, really working Joe's delts. "Keep going."
Tyler didn't know if Joe realized he was panting and moaning pretty loud, getting into Tyler's firm hands manipulating his body. He knew he should stop, they were on a beach after all with hundreds of people around them, but he couldn't bring himself to take his hands off Joe's smooth skin, and he especially liked the way Joe arched his back in pleasure, pushing his ass up to meet Tyler's.
It wasn't until he moved on to Joe's lower back, dipping into the arch, moving nearer and nearer to his ass with each movement, that Tyler realized he was hard as a rock in his shorts. The position he was sitting in had his seven inch cock pressing hard into his abs. He hoped Joe couldn't feel it, but at the same time he wanted to lean forward and shift his body, covering Joe's entirely with his, so he could press his hard dick against Joe's ass, sliding it up and down Joe's crack while he kissed his neck.
Knowing that he was getting carried away, feeling more and more precum leaking into his shorts, Tyler quickly dismounted from Joe's back and patted him heavily on the shoulder.
"All done," Tyler smiled, quickly lying down on his front to conceal the bulge that was tenting his shorts obscenely.
"Oh man, that was awesome," Joe moaned as he threw his head back and slowly moved his body around, like he had never really felt it before until Tyler's hands had shown him muscles he never knew he had. "You should be a massage therapist or something. Damn, that felt good. I could have stayed there all day and let you keep going."
I would have done too.
"Now it's your turn to do me," Tyler smiled, hoping his thoughts at those last two words didn't show on his face.
Joe chuckled and grabbed the sun cream. He didn't hesitate in taking the same position Tyler had, straddling Tyler's body and sitting down on his ass. Joe's hands immediately went to work, kneading and pushing the cream into Tyler's skin, focusing on his huge shoulders. What he didn't know was that the pressure he was putting on Tyler's ass was pressing Tyler's hard dick into the towel beneath him and every time Joe moved back and forth, digging the heel of his hand into Tyler's traps, working up toward the base of his neck, it was rocking Tyler's body slightly, effectively making him hump the ground, and Tyler had to bury his face in his hands to stop himself from screaming.
Fuck that feels good. I wish we were both naked.
That thought surprised Tyler. Not because he wanted Joe to be naked but because he wanted Joe naked on top of him. He wanted Joe to lean over, to press his bare chest against his back, to move his hips so his hopefully hard dick would slip between his ass cheeks, rubbing up and down, teasing Tyler's tight hole.
Shit!
In all his times with Alex, those fifty or so occasions, he had always been the top. Alex had never showed any interest in Tyler's ass beyond rimming it, and Tyler had never really wanted Alex to fuck him, it was all about Tyler's cock and Alex's ass. But now, here, with Joe on top of him, Tyler was considering it for the first time, wondering what it would be like to feel Joe inside him.
He was jerked out of his thoughts and let out a gasp when he felt Joe's hand slide down his arching back and slip under the waistband of his shorts. Joe's hand quickly cupped and squeezed one of Tyler's butt cheeks. Joe was giggling above him, finding it funny, waiting for a reaction from Tyler; but at that second it wouldn't have been the reaction he was expecting. The touch of Joe's fingers on his soft ass cheeks, so close to his hole, sent a tingle all the way up Tyler's spine and back down again, racing along the length of his cock.
To stop himself from exploding, filling his shorts with a load he knew was going to be huge, he quickly threw Joe off and jumped to his feet. Joe did exactly what Tyler hoped he would. He scrambled away, running down the beach toward the sea, laughing playfully, knowing Tyler was going to try to tackle him for some payback as he had many times before.
Tyler sighed, thankful that Joe was so predictable. With Joe's back to him he quickly repositioned his cock, tucking it into the waistband of his shorts to stop it pointing out and drawing attention, and gave chase. He knew he had barely avoided revealing himself to Joe and the only thing to do now was to follow him into the water, staying submerged until he had things back under control.
As Tyler ran, quickly gaining ground, Joe was splashing into the water just feet in front of him, creating a cool spray that felt good on Tyler's warm skin. He still hadn't put sun cream on his front, which he would have to do when they emerged, but at least the stuff on his back was waterproof so it wouldn't wash off as he dived through the air and tackled Joe into the rolling waves.
They both went under the water and Tyler felt Joe trying to wriggle out of his grasp, trying to swim away as they moved further out into deeper water. It took Tyler back to a memory from their childhood when they had done almost exactly the same thing in a lake out by a cabin their families had rented for a week. He smiled and let Joe get away, feeling himself calm down, his throbbing erection slowly softening as they both resurfaced gasping for breath.
Joe was panting as he treaded water and looked at Tyler, waiting for him to do something. They stared at each other for close to twenty seconds before they broke out in laughter and Tyler scooped up some water with his hand, flinging it at Joe's face.
"Asshole!" Joe laughed, splashing Tyler back.
Tyler's eyes went wide in mock horror and he retaliated until they were having a regular water fight, trying to splash and dunk each other, grabbing onto various body parts trying to get some leverage until one admitted defeat rather than drowning.
Tyler relaxed, feeling like Joe was nothing but his best friend again. And while the little brushes of his body against Joe's still sent tingles surging through him, they no longer plumped up his cock so he could enjoy the moment, enjoy the warm sun baking down on them and the cool water swirling around their bodies.
Five minutes later when they emerged out of the water they saw dozens of eyes on them, both male and female, admiring their strong bodies. The contours of their muscles, pumped up more than usual from their swim, sparkled with droplets of water, and their shorts, dripping wet, clung to their thick legs and cupped their cock and balls tightly, showing everyone what they were packing.
"Look at all those girls checking us out, dude!" Joe said excitedly.
"Chill out, Joe," Tyler whispered back. "You've got to act cool, not like some little kid."
Joe nodded and smiled, making eye contact with a few of the girls looking at him as they walked back to their towels. He felt so good it was like his body was getting lighter with each step he took.
"Oh sit your smiling ass down," Tyler said, having already dropped down on his towel. He grabbed Joe's hand and pulled him down to sit beside him, hidden behind their log.
"Come on, Ty, you've got to be loving this," Joe beamed.
"Yeah, I am. We've worked damn hard for these bodies the last two years and those girls prove it's paid off," Tyler said. "But those are college girls, Joe. They're not going to drop to their knees or spread their legs just because you're on the high school football team."
Joe laughed, "Okay, I get ya."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Will you relax? I'm not going to embarrass you," Joe said.
"Good," Tyler smiled. "Because if you stop me from getting laid this week I'm gonna make YOU blow me instead."
"You fucking wish!" Joe laughed.
Yeah, I do.
They sat back and relaxed in the sun for five minutes, letting their shorts start to dry, before Tyler felt his skin beginning to tingle and realized he still hadn't put sun cream on his front. He grabbed the bottle and started rubbing it all over his body; over his big arms, across his firm chest and down over his hard abs. He had almost finished on his second leg when a body stopped in front of them and blocked out the sun. Tyler looked up.
"Hey guys," a deep voice greeted them.
Tyler tried to focus on the guy but it took a moment and raising a hand above his eyes to allow him to see who was in front of him. He almost gasped but managed to suppress it. The guy was a stud.
"Hi?" Tyler said, more like a question, wondering who the guy was as he checked him out, feeling his heart begin to pound in his chest.
The guy probably wasn't too much older than them, early twenties at most. He had dark hair, cut short with just enough on top to style into a small central spike. The stubble on his face carried on seamlessly from his sideburns, the same dark colour, creating a full, well-trimmed beard that framed his handsome face and would still have been bristly to the touch. His thick neck and broad shoulders merged almost as one with his firm chest and strong arms, a full tattooed sleeve running from shoulder to wrist down the left somehow making the muscles look even bigger. His abs were hard and defined, completely hairless, broken only by the slightly outward belly button Tyler usually didn't like on men but that seemed so perfect nestled in that deep trench. Tight sky blue shorts clung to his bulge and his legs, not because of sea water but from the sweat of exertion.
"I don't mean to bother you but my friends and I were just about to play a game of volleyball only we're two guys short. We were wondering if you wanted to join us."
"Hell yeah," Joe grinned, jumping up.
"Count us in," Tyler agreed, getting to his feet, having rubbed in the final bit of cream.
"Awesome," the guy said. "I'm Jackson, by the way."
"I'm Tyler," Tyler said, extending his hand.
Jackson took Tyler's hand. There was a spark at the touch that made Tyler's arm jerk. Jackson held on and pulled the arm back toward him, giving it a light squeeze that made Tyler raise an eyebrow. Jackson winked and turned to shake Joe's hand.
"And you are?"
"Joe."
"Nice to meet you. Let's go play. My guys are waiting for us," Jackson smiled, turning away.
Joe jogged off behind Jackson while Tyler stood watching them both go, his eyes focused first on their strong backs before moving down to their big round asses.
Oh fuck... how the hell am I going to get through this?
To Be Continued...