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Tyler – Part 14

"Fuck!" Tyler screamed as he threw what was his fifth shirt across the room in frustration.

He didn't know why it was so hard to pick out what to wear. He had enough things in his closet to open a small store and yet nothing seemed to look good on him, or at least not as good as he wanted to look if he was going to spend time in the same room as Joe. He felt like screaming again.

"Honey, are you okay?" Tyler's Mom called through his bedroom door.

Tyler jumped, forgetting that she was still in the house, his heart suddenly beating rapidly. He spun around to make sure she wasn't coming in, even though his bottom half was covered by a pair of sweat pants. "Yeah, I'm okay, Mom. I just spilt water on the shirt I was planning to wear tonight."

He could hear his mom chuckle on the other side of the door. "You're not leaving for a half hour, it will dry out," she laughed. "And it's not like you'll be wearing it for long."

Tyler's head snapped in the direction of the door. His eyes were wide and he took a big gulp, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "What?" he panicked, thinking she knew something.

"Isn't it a pool party? You'll be in and out of the water so much you won't be wearing a shirt," she said.

Tyler relaxed. She was talking about the party. He had been thinking about Joe so much over the past two weeks that almost everything anyone said took on a different meaning to him.

"That's true," he called back as she knocked on and opened the door just enough to peak her head inside.

"You're wearing something nicer than those sweatpants, I hope?" his Mom grinned.

"Of course I am, I just threw these on after my shower," Tyler replied.

"Well, whatever you decide to wear, have fun," she smiled. "And be responsible. You're only seventeen. If I hear anything about you drinking or causing trouble you know what will happen."

"Yes ma'am," Tyler nodded.

"If you need me for anything you know the number of the hospital and the extension for my office," she continued, reciting the same words she had said to him for the past year every time she went on the 6pm to 6am over-night shift and his Dad was on a business trip.

Tyler knew saying anything but the numbers back to her would only bring more questions so he quickly said them and saw a satisfied grin on her face.

"I will see you in the morning," she smiled. "Have a good night."

"You too," Tyler smiled back as she closed the door.

He waited until he heard her go down the stairs and then he breathed again. He knew it was in his head but he was convinced that she knew something had happened between him and Joe on Spring Break since Joe hadn't been to the house since before they had gone away. He could feel the question in the way she looked at him, even if she never actually voiced the words. But then that could just be him assuming that she would rather not know because being kept in the dark was better than having to live in denial from the truth.

The door downstairs slammed shut and he was alone again. Somehow he thought he would enjoy the peace and quiet, but it only made things worse because it let the voices in his head become louder so he could actually hear them.

The last thing he wanted to do was to go to the evening pool party. It had been a long day at school and he didn't feel like celebrating anything or even being around anyone, let alone Tina and her noisy friends who reminded him of the hyenas from The Lion King.

At first he couldn't quite remember when his dislike of Tina had started but then he realised that its origins were rooted in the last party they had both attended, toward the end of their sophomore year. Only being sixteen at the time, Tyler had felt like a huge deal to be invited to a senior party, like it elevated him above everyone else in his class. He was made to feel like one of them, an equal, and he felt better than he ever had before.

He knew that he had only been invited because Alex had taken him under his wing and was mentoring him to become the school's next great quarterback, no one at the party knew that they were also fucking every chance they got, but they treated him like he was just one of the guys and he felt a level of acceptance that he had never experienced before. He didn't think anything could bring his mood down.

Then, as he was making his way toward the bathroom, he heard some cheering in one of the bedrooms and walked to the open door to see what was happening. On her hands and knees across a single bed in the middle of the room surrounded by five guys for all who walked past to see was Tina with one guy's cock in her mouth and the other fucking her from behind while the rest waited for their turn. Tyler stood in shock watching a girl he knew from his classes, a girl he had found quite attractive before then, moan and groan as she willingly got fucked from both ends by anyone who wanted to step up to push his dick inside her. He forgot about his need to pee and watched as three guys rotated around, taking turns fucking her, the next one filling her almost as soon as the other pulled out. She didn't even raise her head or look back to see who was entering her, she just let them push in and go to town. Tyler couldn't believe it. Even though some of the guys were hot and he loved seeing their muscular bodies in action, covered in sweat, he knew that didn't matter to Tina; as long as they had a hard dick and were willing to use it she was happy. She was being passed around more than the bong they had down in the living room and she loved it.

It was only when another guy came to the door, slipping his arm around Tyler's shoulder and whispering in his ear, that Tyler looked away and truly thought about what was happening.

"Go in and join them," the guy whispered. "That girl is up for anything, just like her sister was before she graduated. Come on, I'm coming back for round two."

Before Tyler could say anything the guy removed his arm from his shoulder and walked into the room, dropping his pants to the floor as he approached the bed. Tyler watched the guy's tight ass for a second and then shook his head, bringing himself out of his daze. He quickly turned and ran to the bathroom, locking himself inside.

He didn't know what to think. The scene in front of him had been hot and he could feel his hard cock throbbing in his pants, but something about it felt so wrong. It wasn't that she was sixteen and they were all likely eighteen or older, it was more the fact that she didn't care. She would let anyone fuck her, she would suck any cock that was put in front of her face, it didn't matter who it was attached to. That was the turn-off for Tyler, the deal breaker. He wasn't a virgin. He had slept with two girls in the past six months and was fucking Alex on a regular basis, but he felt special when he fucked those people, when they let him put his dick inside their bodies. Those two girls had wanted him, had chosen him over other guys and it had heightened the experience. And Alex, big muscular Alex, chose to give his ass up to Tyler's cock, to let him be just the second guy to fuck him. It was amazing; the feeling of power, knowing that a guy who could easily push him away, even beat his ass, was willingly giving himself to him was a rush he couldn't get anywhere else. That was what Tyler wanted, not someone like Tina who didn't care if it was him or the ugly ass janitor from school behind her so long as she was getting fucked. That was when his attraction to Tina faded and he never looked at her the same again.

He groaned thinking about what she might try to do at this party and even shuddered at the thought of her trying to touch him. He was tempted to call his friends to tell them that he couldn't go, to get them to apologise to her, even though he wouldn't mean it, but he couldn't bring himself to make the call. He had promised to go. But that wasn't the main reason why he wouldn't make the call and was determined to attend, there were two bigger reasons for that...

...Jake and Joe.

His jealousy and rivalry with Jake was what goaded him into agreeing to attend the party in the first place. He couldn't stand the thought of Jake showing up and getting all of the attention from the girls and the other guys who were attending and saw him as a bit of a hero for his performance at the last state wrestling championships. Tyler knew he was the top Junior athlete at the school and he wanted to prove that even if they would never be in direct competition with each other.

He also couldn't get the words of one of Tina's friends' out of his head. They had been talking in the cafeteria about the party and about the prospect of seeing the guys in their swim suits when he heard the girl almost squeal that Jake was the sexiest guy she had ever seen. That lit a fire under Tyler. He felt like his pride had been dented. He went home that night, found Jake's Facebook page and stared at a picture of him standing shirtless on a campsite for what must have been hours, taking in every inch of the pumped up, muscular body that even he had to admit looked incredible. Still, he looked into the mirror and thought he looked just as good, if not better, but he couldn't take any chances so he hit the gym harder than ever before, working away until he felt like he would collapse, all of his muscles burning from the intensity, but his body had never looked better. Those girls and maybe even the guys would be staring at him and not Jake.

And then there was Joe. Joe hadn't spoken to Tyler unless their other friends were present since Tyler had all but propositioned him outside of gym class. Tyler remembered that night and how lonely he had felt waiting for Joe to arrive, only for him to not show up at all. Every night since he had hoped Joe would reach out to him, would at least text him or open up to some kind of communication between them, but he hadn't. Tyler had thought not spending time together might make his feelings fade away so he could forget about the sex and how amazing it had been. But each day he spent not talking to his best friend, each night he spent alone in his bed remembering how it had felt to hold Joe close to him, only made him want him more and he was almost at breaking point.

The party would be the first time they had been together outside of school since their trip for Spring Break and Tyler actually felt a little hint of excitement. He knew that Joe wouldn't make a scene in front of all of those people so there was a very good chance that he would get to talk to him without Joe running off or making up excuses that he had to be somewhere else.

Tyler knew it might just be wishful thinking but he was sure he had spotted signs that Joe was feeling something for him over the past two weeks, even though Joe protested otherwise. The contact of their bare skin touching during the basketball game in gym class was just the start. A few days later in the cafeteria they had both reached for the same bottle of flavoured water and their fingers touched. Joe's entire body shivered as if a shockwave had travelled up his arm into the rest of him and he dropped the water, which tumbled to the ground. Then there had been an experiment in their Chemistry class where everyone had to gather round to watch the teacher perform a somewhat dangerous reaction between two elements. Tyler had stepped up behind Joe, looking in over his shoulder, his eyes concentrating on the tube his teacher was tipping up, pouring the liquid from it into the bowl below, when he exhaled and the warm breath danced across Joe's exposed neck, making him gasp and instinctively push his ass back against Tyler's crotch. Tyler remembered Joe doing that in the motel room when he was inside him, impaling himself further on his cock. The two jumped away from each other, but for very different reasons; Joe was terrified and Tyler was aroused. They made eye contact and Tyler could have sworn there was lust in Joe's eyes but it was only for a split second before he turned away and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.

Since then Joe had barely looked at him, occasionally stealing glances when he thought Tyler wasn't looking, especially after the last gym class when they were changing in the locker room after their showers and Joe's eyes seemed almost glued to his abs. The increased workouts he had hoped would get the girls at the party swooning were already noticeable and Joe looked away, swallowing hard, when Tyler caught him staring.

There was nothing Tyler wanted more than to relive his night in the motel room with Joe, but he knew he still had to be careful. Joe might be feeling something for him but he was almost as stubborn as Tyler was himself and so far he had been fighting those urges. Tyler knew if he pushed Joe in the right direction he could get everything he had been dreaming about with him and they would be back in bed before too long but if he pushed him in the wrong direction he could ruin everything.

That was why he was taking so much time to pick out a shirt. He needed it to be perfect. He needed it to make his body look as amazing as possible without revealing too much. He needed to draw people's eyes to him for long enough that they would linger on him and would be dying to see if what was underneath was as good as they were imagining it was. He needed to make Joe want him.

The five shirts that were scattered across the room hadn't been good enough. The first was the wrong colour, he didn't think it went with the tan he still carried from the trip to the beach. The second was too small, a shirt he used to love but had grown out of as he had bulked up; he hung on to it for sentimental reasons since he had worn it the last time he had seen his grandfather. The third and fourth shirts were too loose; they were tight around his big arms and pecs but then just dropped down, showing absolutely no definition to his stomach. The fifth was good, it hugged his body nicely and was casual without being sloppy, but there was something about it that just didn't work, if he saw it on someone else he wouldn't want to rip it off them to get at what was underneath.

He took a step toward his closet to see what else he had to choose from when a flash of light blue caught his eye and he turned his head to see Joe's polo shirt lying on the floor. His eyes went wide and everything became so clear to him. He wanted Joe's attention and wearing Joe's own shirt was bound to get it.

He picked the shirt up off the floor and held it to his nose. There was still the faintest hint of Joe's scent on it but it smelled clean enough to wear; it wasn't dirty. He held it up and examined it. It might be okay to wear but it was creased to all hell. He quickly ran down the stairs and plugged in the iron, waiting for it to get hot before he ironed and pressed the shirt.

When he was satisfied he ran back upstairs so he was standing in front of his mirror. He pulled the polo shirt on over his head, having to really tug it down his body because it was a size smaller than he would normally wear. It clung to every one of his muscles, making his pecs, abs and biceps look enormous. He flexed and thought the material was going to rip but he looked amazing, especially since he couldn't fasten the buttons across his chest, exposing the skin and the lightest dusting of dark hair that stood out against the blue of the shirt. If that didn't draw Joe's eye, nothing would.

Tyler admired himself in the mirror, picking up his phone to snap a few pictures. He loved how the shirt made him look but it also made him think about what Joe was going to be wearing. If he wore anything that made him look even half as good, Tyler wasn't sure he would be able to control himself. What about when he stripped the shirt off to go into the pool and his tight body was on show? Tyler looked down at the pair of swim shorts he had picked out, a little on the tight side, and decided to go with a baggier pair, wanting the extra room to hide the erection he was sure would be the result of not just seeing Joe but all of the other guys and girls at the party half naked.

Throwing off his sweatpants he pulled on the shorts, deciding to wear them underneath his pants so he didn't have to get changed and could just strip in the yard. The only problem with that was that he wouldn't be wearing any underwear and he didn't want to take a pair of briefs with him so he would just have to go commando.

The pants were an easy choice. He had the perfect pair of jeans that his father had brought back from a business trip to Europe. They looked like skinny jeans, wrapped tight around his bulging calves, but they were much looser around the top of his thighs so there was breathing room in them for his cock and balls and he could comfortably wear the shorts underneath.

Once he was ready, taking an extra moment to fix his hair, even though it would make no difference once he entered the pool, Tyler headed down to the kitchen, feeling a little nervous for the first time. He had been thinking about what he would do when he finally got to see Joe out of school and now that the time had come he didn't know if he would be able to go through with any of the ideas that had been swimming around inside his head for the past two weeks.

He needed something to take the edge off or he might never walk out of the door. He went over to his parents' liquor cabinet and pulled out the first bottle he saw. He unscrewed the cap and took a long, hard swig, screwing his face up and nearly spitting the liquid out as it burned his throat on the way down, but it seemed to do the trick and he even felt like he could breathe a little better. He was about to reach for his car keys when he looked down at the bottle that was still in his hand and thought better of it. He put the bottle back in the cabinet and went into the kitchen to get the spare set of keys they kept hung by the back door instead. He would walk to the party and could drink there without having to worry about driving home or having to go back to Tina's the next day to pick up his car. Satisfied that he looked good, his phone in one pocket, the keys in the other, Tyler picked up the card and small gift he was taking reluctantly for Tina, not wanting to go to the party without something in case Jake or some of the others gave her a gift, and headed out with the courage he needed still tingling in his throat.

The air outside was warm and the sun was still bright in the sky. It wouldn't set for a few hours yet. After just a few hundred yards of walking Tyler knew his mother had been right, he wouldn't be wearing his shirt for long. It was too hot. He was tempted to take it off so it didn't get too sweaty, hoping that Joe's scent would still linger on it after the night was over, but he needed to have Joe see him in it, he needed to watch for a reaction.

As he continued on down the quiet streets, cars passing occasionally with people heading home from work, he started to rethink the jeans as well, wishing he had opted for a thinner fabric as his upper thighs and crotch started to get hotter. He felt the urge to reach down to open the zipper to let some air in but the swim shorts underneath probably wouldn't let much of a breeze through. He would just have to put up with it and hope the water was cool enough to sooth the itch he felt beneath his balls when he finally got to dive into it.

Reaching the end of his block, Tyler stopped at the curb to let a car drive by before he stepped out to cross the road. He had just made it to the other side when he heard rapid footsteps growing closer and turned to see where they were coming from.

A gasp caught in Tyler's throat as he glanced back across the street, his eyes falling on a very shirtless, very sweaty Mr Brown, out for his early evening run. Tyler's dick was hard in seconds and felt almost painful trapped beneath his shorts and jeans. He had known Mr Brown had a good body from the way his muscles bulged in the shirts he wore in class but seeing him topless was something entirely different. His pecs were huge and his abs stood out like building blocks that had been glued to his stomach, each one glistening with the sweat that trickled down his body. A very light dusting of hair ran right down the middle of his chest, through the trenches between his abs, eventually becoming a trail that disappeared under the waistband of his underwear, which was visible above shorts that hung low on his hips.

Tyler's head was screaming at him to move, to turn away or hide so Mr Brown wouldn't see him but his body wouldn't allow it. He stood on the spot staring at Mr Brown, watching those muscles move, biting his bottom lip when the big biceps flexed with every movement of his arms and quietly moaning when his abs tensed with every breath.

It wasn't until Mr Brown was only about ten yards away that Tyler realized he was standing in the open literally gawking at the man. Yes, part of him wanted Mr Brown to see him and stop, to speak to him and maybe even invite him somewhere so they could get sweaty together, but the rest of him was just plain terrified that his attraction would be revealed and his secrets exposed.

He was about to dive behind a nearby tree, his heart pounding in his chest, when he realized that Mr Brown hadn't seen him. His eyes were facing forward, not looking to the side where Tyler was standing, and he had a pair of huge over-the-ear headphones on so he wouldn't have heard Tyler's panting breaths or any moans that escaped his lips as he thought about licking some of that sweat off his teacher's hot body.

Mr Brown shot past Tyler at incredible speed for someone with such bulk and headed down the street toward Tyler's house. It was the route he had taken multiple times that led him straight past Tyler's window, confirming that he couldn't live too far away.

Tyler watched the man move, his eyes travelling from Mr Brown's broad shoulders, down his muscular back until they came to the incredible bulging bubble butt that stretched the shorts tight around his cheeks. It was so hot and Tyler started thinking of ways he could be out for his own run on this very same route so they would bump into each other in the future, hoping his fantasies would come true.

Mr Brown was almost out of sight and Tyler was about to turn to continue on toward the party when he saw Mr Brown slow to a stop at a cross roads. Tyler thought he was just stopping to check for oncoming traffic but when he didn't move after fifteen seconds and no cars drove by Tyler wondered what he was doing.

Almost a minute ticked by slowly as Tyler watched and waited for Mr Brown to do something. When he didn't, Tyler assumed he had stopped to catch his breath, even though it didn't look like he was doing anything and was just standing there. He was about to give up and was ready to turn away when he saw something and turned his head. It was another person emerging from the cross roads, moving toward Mr Brown.

Tyler watched as his teacher turned and pulled his headphones down so they were around his neck. Despite the distance Tyler could see the smile that lit up Mr Brown's face. The new man, who looked just as big as Mr Brown, closed the gap between them and Tyler gasped as they reached out to take each other's hand. It wasn't a handshake or a fist bump, their hands were by their sides as they came together, lingering a little too long to be just a friendly greeting.

Tyler felt like his eyes had bulged out of his head and that he might need to call for assistance to pick his jaw up off the floor. His mind was racing. Was it possible that the signals he thought he was receiving from Mr Brown weren't just wishful thinking and the hot biology teacher really did like men?

His cock was throbbing just at the thought and then it nearly exploded when he saw Mr Brown turn away from the other man only for the new guy to playfully slap Mr Brown's ass in a way that suggested to Tyler that he was going to be getting a piece of it later, especially when Mr Brown pretended to jump away in shock and ran off with the other man giving chase.

When Tyler was finally able to move he realized that he was panting, his dick was hard and there was sweat dripping down his forehead that wasn't caused by the weather. He looked around to see if there was anyone else on the street who had seen what he had so he could verify that it had actually happened and it wasn't just in his head, but the only person he saw was a little old lady in the distance who was walking her dog in the opposite direction and wouldn't have seen a thing. He didn't know what to think.

Was Mr Brown really gay? Was he meeting up with that guy just for a run and a workout or would they be going back to Mr Brown's place for a different kind of exercise? While Tyler was at the party that night would Mr Brown be on his back or on his hands and knees getting fucked by the hunk that had just slapped his ass? Or would Mr Brown be the one to fuck that other guy, drilling him hard until they collapsed in a puddle of sweat and cum?

There were too many questions to ask, too many scenarios playing out in his head. He felt dizzy and did the only thing he could think of to snap himself out of it. He slapped himself hard across the face, nearly screaming at the fire that lit up his cheek. But it did the job. He could think clearly again, could think of something other than Mr Brown and his companion, who were both long gone, and could once again focus on the party and what he was going to do if and when he managed to get Joe alone.

With his mind occupied, the next two blocks went by quickly and he found himself turning into Tina's street. He continued walking until he saw a house surrounded by familiar cars and he knew he had found the right place; a surprisingly nice semi-detached house with a high wooden fence and apparently a pool in the back. He was about to walk up the driveway but suddenly felt all of the nerves he had pushed down into the pit of his stomach burst up, surging through his chest and threatening to rip their way out of his throat, likely with a lot of vomit following them.

He tried to tell himself it was because he didn't want to go to the party and he would rather just be sat at home alone watching TV or working out, but he was lying to himself. It was because he didn't know what was going to happen with Joe and he felt like his whole week had been building to this one moment.

Gathering the courage he needed, and refusing to give up and go home, Tyler took a deep breath and walked up the drive, knocking on the front door, even though he could hear noise coming through the side gate and from behind the house.

When there was no answer he went to the gate and slowly pushed it open. He heard some splashing and a lot of giggles and felt some of his nerves dissolve from the sounds of people enjoying themselves. He was putting way too much pressure on himself, maybe he just needed to relax and have fun.

As he rounded the corner of the house, Tyler saw that a couple of his football buddies were the ones in the pool making the splashing as they threw a soccer ball back and forth, having to dive to catch it as they tried to throw it over each other's heads. Beside the pool were a number of sun-loungers currently occupied by a couple of hot girls in pretty revealing bikinis. They had sunglasses on and were working on their tans while they drank what Tyler assumed were mocktails and appeared to be chuckling to each other as they watched the guys in the pool.

The next thing he spotted was a long table that was covered with a cloth, he hoped with food underneath; something he was looking forward to after telling his mother not to cook anything for dinner. Finally he saw Tina, surrounded by four other girls, creating a circle around a very frightened looking guy Tyler didn't recognise. He was built like a jock but he wasn't one Tyler knew from his school or their closest rival. He didn't have too long to think about that though because one of the girls spotted him and emitted the loudest shriek Tyler had ever heard before all of the girls spun around and ran at him like he was a rare collectible a shop keeper had just pulled from a box.

"Oh my God! You came!" the same girl shrieked again as Tyler fought the urge to put his fingers in his ears.

"Tyler! Tyler!" Another girl screamed as if she was trying to get his attention even though she was standing less than three feet in front of him and he was looking straight at her. He imagined this is what it felt like to be a pro-athlete or a pop star and he felt a new found respect for the young guys who had to deal with hundreds of girls like this vying for his attention.

"Hi," Tina smiled, bouncing over to him. "I'm glad you came."

Tyler didn't know what to say because all five girls were staring at him, crowded around him so tightly he couldn't help but think that he might as well have been a zookeeper with a bucket of food and these girls were all hungry animals desperate for something to eat. He was actually scared that they might rip his clothes off and devour him right there on the patio.

With words failing him he simply held out the card and gift to Tina. She gasped and the others quickly followed. Tina then snatched the gift from his hands so quickly it was like she feared he would take it back if she didn't grab it straight away.

"Happy Birthday," Tyler managed to whisper. He didn't know if Tina even heard him as she tore into the wrapping paper, exposing the box underneath.

Tyler watched as Tina tossed the paper aside and pulled the top off the box. She nearly deafened him with a scream when she saw what was inside and the girls around her went into a hyperactive mode that actually scared him.

"Oh my God, it's beautiful!" Tina gushed as she ran to Tyler and kissed him on the cheek before he had time to react or push her away.

He was shell-shocked by the reaction. She lifted the necklace out of the box for her friends to see and they oohed and ahhed as one of them took it and fastened it around Tina's neck. It had only cost something like $12 and was a token gift his mother had bought for any female they needed a present for at short notice. He hadn't even thought about it when his mom had suggested he give it to Tina but now he didn't know whether to be terrified of what she might think it meant for him to give her such a gift or to be pleased because he didn't think anyone else would be able to top how it looked.

The girls turned and swarmed around him, each one talking at the same time, asking him questions or praising him or something else that he didn't understand among the jumble of words. He was definitely beginning to regret his choice, especially when he felt hands on his chest and stomach. He was back to feeling like they were going to maul him.

In what was becoming a frustrating habit, his mind was thinking so many different things but his body wasn't moving. He thought about trying to get away, wanting to run and jump into the water or to try to vault the fence and run as far away as possible, anywhere they wouldn't follow him, but he couldn't even move his lips to speak.

He felt tightness in his chest, the kind of feeling Joe had described when he had suffered one of the panic attacks that used to plague him when they were little. The girls were too close. He needed space. He needed...

Suddenly there was a big arm thrown around his shoulder and he was being turned around and ushered away from the girls who simply filled the space he had just left and continued talking about the necklace as Tina held it in her hand to show it off to the girls like it was the crown jewels. Tyler was so glad they didn't follow him.

"Damn, I thought they were going to eat you alive," a deep voice chuckled beside Tyler's ear. "They did the same to me when I showed up."

Tyler turned his head and gasped when he saw the beautiful face of Cody Jenkins beside his. Cody was easily the hottest guy in school and made even Tyler feel kind of average. He had naturally blond hair that was shaved around the sides and styled up on top. His blue eyes were mesmerising; the same colour as the sea Tyler had seen on his family's vacation to Barbados two years ago. He had trimmed facial hair lining his jaw and upper lip, making him look manly while still retaining a youthful charm. His bottom lip was big and pink, fitting his face perfectly and calling out for you to place your own lips against it. Every girl Tyler knew swooned over Cody, wanting the chance to be with him, hell, even completely straight guys would consider jumping the fence for one night with Cody. He was that hot.

The warmth from the big arm draped over his shoulder seemed to permeate through Tyler's body and he felt relaxed, wanting to lean his head to the side to place it against Cody's or even to lay it against the older boy's shoulder.

"Thanks," Tyler barely managed to squeak. He was overwhelmed by Cody's presence.

Cody had the looks of a model, the body of a god and the athletic ability to make it in any sport he set his mind to. He had played on both the football and basketball teams throughout high school and would no doubt be going to college on a scholarship after he graduated in a few weeks' time. Failing that he would get signed by any modelling agency in the country and could probably very easily make the jump to Hollywood. Tyler was in awe of just how hot the guy was up close.

He felt the warmth spread through his body just from being this close to Cody. He had been accepted by most of the seniors due to his abilities and his progression in the gym but he didn't really hang out with them so he had never spent much time with Cody and he couldn't ever remember touching him.

"You were looking a little scared," Cody said, giving Tyler's shoulder a squeeze. "I thought I would come and rescue you."

"Thanks," Tyler whispered again, his mind not on the words Cody was saying but on the huge arm that was draped over his right shoulder, on the hard pecs that were pressed against his left, on the tight abs that he inadvertently brushed with his hand as they walked and on the breath that tickled his cheek whenever Cody spoke.

"It's damn hot out here, you might want to take this top off," Cody said to Tyler, actually reaching down to tug at the bottom of the shirt. For a moment Tyler thought Cody was going to undress him and he held his breath.

Tyler tried to speak when Cody let the shirt go but there was a massive lump in his throat that seemed to make it impossible. He was more nervous around Cody than he had been thinking about a confrontation with Joe. At least with Joe he knew what to expect.

Cody rubbed Tyler's shoulder with his hand, which made Tyler's body shiver. Cody chuckled in Tyler's ear when he felt the tremor pass from Tyler's body into his own. He let his arm slip from around Tyler's shoulder and patted him on the back.

"Come on, let's get you a drink," Cody said, pushing Tyler by the shoulder toward the table of food. Beneath it were three coolers filled with ice and all kinds of drinks.

Tyler once again let himself be led by the hot senior, feeling like he would let Cody do anything to him. He had dreamt about Cody plenty of times over the past year, lying in his bed jerking off at night thinking about the hot stud and what they would do together if they ended up in the same bed. Cody was one of the few guys Tyler could imagine himself bottoming for and he knew at that moment that if Cody led them into the house and up to one of the bedrooms that he would happily be on the receiving end of what he knew would be a gorgeous cock.

"Do you want water, soda or something stronger?" Cody asked, reaching down into the coolers as Tyler admired his muscular body, the tank-top he wore doing very little to hide the muscles beneath.

"Water is okay for now," Tyler said, his voice barely audible.

"Good choice," Cody said. "Water while the sun's out. We can get drunk later."

The smile that lit up Cody's face with that last sentence almost made Tyler groan. He was so hot it was almost unbelievable. Tyler had seen Cody plenty of times but never that close and never in that kind of situation. He had watched him on the football field, always on the sidelines since they very rarely played together, and occasionally in the locker room, watching the stud strip down to get ready for his shower, exposing his hairy pecs that were the envy of almost every guy in the locker room.

"What are you doing here?" Tyler blurted out before he even knew what he was saying.

"Huh?" Cody asked after he had swallowed the sip of water he had just taken.

"You're a senior," Tyler said. "Why are you at a junior party?"

Cody studied Tyler for a moment and then that amazing smile returned. "Honestly? I am so horny," Cody said, making Tyler gasp at the thought. "I really want to get laid tonight."

Tyler was lost for words. His mind was screaming at him, telling him to say that Cody could fuck him if he was that horny, but he still couldn't speak.

"These girls are easy," Cody continued. "I know that sounds bad but they worship me. They'd let me do anything I want to them and would never complain."

Tyler nodded, now imagining the kinds of things Cody might do to some of these girls before he started wondering what Cody would do to him. He bit his lip.

"But..." Tyler managed to pipe up, once again without realising he was saying anything.

"But what?" Cody asked, looking at Tyler.

Tyler swallowed hard and decided to just say what he was thinking. "Why these girls though? You are so hot you could get anyone you wanted."

The moment the words were out of Tyler's mouth he instantly regretted them. Cody's eyebrows rose half way up his forehead and a grin slipped onto his face. He stared into Tyler's eyes.

"Yeah, I probably could have anyone I wanted," he paused for what felt like minutes, his eyes never leaving Tyler's, the air between them heavy with an unspoken implication. "But you'll come to learn that different girls have different standards. Most senior girls expect more than just sex. They expect dinner and a movie or some drawn out dating process where they make you work for just the slightest feel of the good stuff. These girls are grateful. All I have to do is smile and they open their legs."

Cody chuckled and turned away, walking over toward the girls on the sun-loungers. Tyler watched him walk, admiring his strong back and the nice big ass that filled out the back of his shorts before he started to follow him.

The girls greeted Cody with huge smiles, reaching their hands out so he could take them in his. Tyler wondered if Cody would bend down to kiss their hands because it reminded of the way someone may curtsey to a queen, but he simply rubbed his thumb across the backs of their hands and winked at them and they giggled like the younger girls across the yard.

Tyler followed Cody until they were both sitting in deckchairs that had been set up at the far side of the pool. From that vantage point they could see everything that was going on. The two football players were still in the pool and Tyler only now realised that he hadn't said hello to them because he had been too preoccupied with Cody. Tina and her closest friends were still gathered by the house, talking excitedly and no doubt waiting for more guests to arrive. The unknown jock Tyler had seen earlier was standing off to one side, looking down at the cup he held in his hand as his finger traced around the rim. Tyler wondered who he was and thought about going to speak to him but Cody had some kind of pull on him that made him want to stay by the older stud's side.

Over the next ten minutes Tyler began to relax back into his chair. He was enjoying the sun on his skin and really wanted to take his shirt off, which Cody had suggested more than once even though he was still wearing his tank-top, but Tyler wanted Joe to see him in it before he peeled it off his body. He did take off his jeans so he was just in his swim shorts, glad for the extra freedom and for the air that rushed up his legs, cooling down his crotch.

The conversation with Cody was actually going smoothly now. They were side by side with Tyler's head pointed toward the sky, his eyes closed so as to not look at the sun. This made it easier to talk because he wasn't looking at Cody's face or body and could actually concentrate on the words that were being spoken, mainly about sports and competitions, with Cody giving him some advice that Tyler knew would prove fruitful when the new season started in the Fall.

When Tyler opened his eyes, having to wait a moment for them to adjust so he could see properly, he looked around the yard and saw that more people had arrived while he was lost in his conversation with Cody. A few more girls from his classes were now gathered around by the house talking, while three guys from the school's basketball team were helping themselves to drinks, two more football players were in the pool and a guy from the wrestling team who looked far too skinny to be any good stood silently, looking around like he was lost.

"Hey, do you want another drink?" Cody asked.

Tyler looked at him and nodded, "Yes, please."

Cody smiled and patted Tyler on the forearm as he pulled himself up out of his chair and made his way across the yard, having to dodge the wet soccer ball that flew right in front of him as one of the guys threw it out of the pool. He laughed and kicked it back to them before continuing on to the coolers.

Tyler sat back again, enjoying the mixed noises from the people and activity around him as well as the wildlife he could hear in the nearby trees. He was beginning to forget the reason why he hadn't wanted to come. It was nice.

"JOE!" a girl screamed.

Tyler's eyes shot open and settled on his best friend, strolling into the yard with Kyle, Toby and Luke right behind him. Tyler's first thought was about how good Joe looked and how much he wanted him but then he quickly looked at the others, all arriving together, and he wondered if they had arranged that, if they had made plans to arrive at the same time, if they had all driven over in one car and hadn't invited him along. He suddenly felt both angry and also very alone. He knew it wasn't true but he felt like his friends had chosen Joe over him and he feared that is what would happen if he fucked things up by pushing Joe too far.

He continued to watch as the girls crowded around Joe and Toby. Kyle was just behind them, keeping his distance, and Luke stood a few feet further back, looking dejected that none of the girls were excited to see him, especially because Tyler knew Luke would do just about anything to sleep with any one of those girls.

Cody arrived back with the drinks and handed one to Tyler as he sat beside him. "That's your best friend, right?"

"Yeah," Tyler nodded, watching in horror as Joe leaned down to kiss Tina on the cheek. He wanted to jump out of his chair and call out a warning but it was too late. It was petty but he wasn't sure he would ever want to kiss those lips again. "Thanks for the drink."

"Hey, no problem, you're getting the next one," Cody smiled.

Tyler chuckled and raised the water bottle. Cody met it with his and they smiled at each other. He then turned his attention back to Joe to see him still talking to the girls.

"So which girl are you planning to fuck tonight?" Tyler asked.

"None of the ones you're looking at," Cody laughed. "I might be horny but I'm not desperate."

That got a full laugh out of Tyler and all of the eyes at the party turned to look at him, wondering what was so funny. He blushed and knew his face was probably bright red but he didn't care, he actually felt good and the smile on Cody's face relaxed him.

Joe's face was a different story. From the moment he saw Tyler his whole body stiffened. He had known Tyler was going to be there but actually seeing him was different and it filled him with a feeling he was unfamiliar with. The only thing he could liken it to would be being in the same room as the person you knew would eventually murder you.

Tyler watched Joe's face as it projected a whole host of emotions. It started off painted by shock as if Tyler's presence surprised him. Then it morphed into one of fear or panic before settling into a look of what Tyler believed to be anger. It was then that Joe's eyebrows shot up, his eyes went wide and he tilted his head slightly as his mouth fell open. His eyebrows came back down and scrunched up into a scowl as he reached down and touched the bottom of his shirt, looking at the one he was wearing and then over at the one that was stretched across Tyler's big torso. They were the same shirt, just a different colour; Joe's was a dark red as opposed to Tyler's light blue. Joe knew Tyler was wearing his shirt.

Joe spun away from Tyler with the last visible look on his face being one of fury. Tyler didn't know if that was because Joe thought he had stolen his shirt or simply because he was wearing it. Whatever Joe was thinking, Tyler knew he had achieved his goal of getting Joe's attention and now he was determined to wait to see what Joe would do next.

As Joe moved on, greeting the rest of the people at the party without looking back at him, Tyler turned to look at his other friends and waved at them. Luke waved back, Kyle nodded and Toby's face lit up in a big grin as he used his head to motion to a girl standing beside him, letting Tyler know that he wanted her. Tyler laughed and shook his head before returning his attention to Joe, who had made it over to the coolers and was bending down for a drink. After a quick glance in Tyler's direction, Joe sat down on an empty chair on the opposite side of the yard.

Cody leaned in to speak quietly in Tyler's ear. "So what's going on with you two?"

Tyler looked at Cody's beautiful face, staring into his incredible blue eyes, feeling his breath actually get taken away for a second. At the same time he suddenly felt very nervous because Cody could tell that something was going on. His first instinct was to deny everything but he feared that would only convince Cody even more that something had happened. Instead he decided to ask a question of his own to buy him some more time.

"What do you mean?" Tyler asked.

"Well, you've said yourself that he's your best friend. And I've seen the two of you hanging around each other for like the past three years," Cody started to explain.

When Cody didn't continue and no one came over to interrupt them, even though Tyler had been praying they would, he knew he had to reply. "So what's your point?"

"I just think it's strange that he hasn't come over here to at least say hi to you, that's all, he didn't even wave," Cody said. "Me and my best friend search each other out at parties. We want to hang out with each other. Joe's trying to avoid you."

"I don't think so," Tyler was scared by how close Cody was coming to the truth so he tried to deflect the theory somewhere else.

"Tyler..." Cody stated, waiting until Tyler looked into his eyes before he carried on. "I'm not dumb and I know you aren't either. I know how to read people, to read body language. I can see what people are thinking and feeling before they say a single word." He continued to stare into Tyler's eyes and Tyler truly thought Cody might be able to see right into his soul, would be able to read all of his secrets through his eyes. He looked away so Cody put his hand on Tyler's forearm, waiting until Tyler's eyes returned to his. "I've had fights with girlfriends before where they acted like that. They get over it. Just don't let it get you down and have fun."

Before Tyler could say anything else Cody got up, patted Tyler on the arm and walked away. Tyler's mouth was hanging wide open and his head was screaming so many different things at him that he couldn't make any sense of it. He watched as Cody made his way over to the sun-loungers and began talking to one of the girls laid out in her bikini. Did Cody really just imply that Joe was acting like an upset girlfriend?

Tyler jumped up from his chair, panicking. He was terrified that Cody knew too much. He had essentially called what was happening between him and Joe a lover's tiff and Tyler was convinced that he knew what had gone on between them and that it wasn't just a throwaway comment. He needed to speak to Joe to tell him that they had to start acting normally or more people would discover what had happened between them.

He was barely out of his seat when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head to see who it was. It was Kyle.

"Hey Ty," Kyle smiled.

"Hey," Tyler replied, trying to sound casual while silently screaming in his head for Kyle to get lost.

"We were gonna come pick you up but Joe said you were finding your own way here," Kyle said.

"Did he?" Tyler asked, turning his attention back to Joe who was still sitting on the chair by the table of food.

"Yeah," Kyle said. "Are you going somewhere?"

"I need to pee," Tyler replied, "and I don't think those guys would be too happy if I did it in the pool."

Kyle laughed and patted Tyler's back again. Tyler waited for Kyle to turn and walk away, noticing that Toby was now talking to the girl he liked and Luke was just staring at various girls wishing one of them would pay him some attention, before he started making his way toward Joe again. He didn't know how he was going to get Joe alone so they could talk without making a scene but he knew that he had to.

He was more than halfway across the yard, Joe now in his sights, when an ear-piercing scream rang out and at least half of the girls at the party ran like a crazed mob to where Jake was standing by the side of the house, looking like he wanted to turn and run as they hurtled toward him at full speed. Tina looked like she had seen her hero and Tyler wasn't sure if she was going to faint or cum in her pants just from looking at him.

He hated the excited squeals and screeches of the girls who treated Jake like a God, especially when he handed Tina a gift. They might as well have been bowing down to him, although that wasn't the reason why most of them wanted to be on their knees in front of Jake. What Tyler hated even more than the noise though was the fact that he could see himself being the one on his knees, sucking Jake's cock better than any of those girls could.

FUCK! No! He couldn't think like that. He couldn't want to do that. He hated Jake and everything about him. He was disgusted with himself and wanted to scream but he still couldn't deny that Jake looked incredible. He was wearing a red sleeveless hoodie that showed off his huge arms and he had the front of it unzipped with no shirt on underneath so his big pecs and hard abs were on full display. He looked so hot and it enraged Tyler.

He forced himself to look away because he was worried that if he didn't he would charge over there to try to assert his dominance over Jake in a fight or he would get hard and go over there to fuck Jake's muscular ass in front of everyone so they could see that he was the alpha.

Tyler remembered why he was heading across the yard in the first place, wanting to speak to Joe, to warn him about what Cody had said, hoping he could convince him to just forget that they had ever fucked and go back to being best friends if that's what it took to avoid suspicion. He was more afraid of being exposed than he was of never getting to fuck Joe again.

He looked up expecting to see Joe but the seat Joe had been sitting in just moments before was empty and Tyler had no idea where he had gone. A quick look around the yard told him Joe wasn't out there so he had to have gone inside. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He could get Joe alone and they could finally talk.

Just as he was about to step through the back door into the house he heard his name being called and saw Toby and Luke calling him over to the side of the pool. He looked at the door, wanting to ignore his friends and head inside to find Joe, but he at least had to say hi properly before he could make an excuse to leave. As it happened he was drawn into their conversation and almost forgot that Joe was even there.

Had he made it inside, Tyler would have seen Joe backed up against the kitchen counter, making out with a girl who had taken an instant liking to him. She wasn't one of Tina's main friends and he didn't even know her name but when she put her hand on his leg and motioned with her head for them to go inside he had quickly followed her.

Her lips were soft and tender and Joe moaned into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her slim body; one hand rested on her hip, the other cupped an ass cheek. He loved the way her smaller body felt against his and he got lost in the sensations of the kiss until he felt her hand groping for his cock, which was still soft in his shorts.

Joe broke the kiss to moan and placed his head on the girl's shoulder. He turned his head slightly and kissed her neck, knowing that this was going somewhere fast. His dick was just beginning to get hard when the girl started to speak.

"You are so hot," she gasped, running a hand over his chest.

"Yeah?" Joe asked, kissing her neck again.

"God, yeah!" she moaned. "I've wanted you for so long."

It was Joe's turn to moan as the girl gripped his rapidly growing dick. "Oh fuck. Tell me what you want."

"I want this," she said, pawing his cock. "I want you to fuck me."

Joe thrust against her hand, wanting her to feel how big his dick got when it was fully hard, soaring past the eight inch mark. "Damn girl. How long have you wanted that?"

"Since Freshman year," she groaned, grabbing on to the back of Joe's head. "You and Tyler are so hot. I always dream about the two of you."

Joe's entire body stiffened. He knew she didn't mean that she dreamt about them together, fucking each other, but that was where his mind went, instantly transported back to that motel room where Tyler had fucked him and of the offer to do it again.

Without a word he broke away from the girl, ran out into the yard and dove straight into the pool, hoping no one noticed that his cock was throbbing inside his shorts just about as hard as it ever had. He hit the water hard, but that didn't matter, the slap of the water on his thighs helped to take his mind off his twitching dick and as he resurfaced he realized that most of the people from the party were looking at him because he had jumped into the pool fully clothed, his shirt and shoes still on.

"Damn that feels good!" Joe shouted. "Is anyone going to join me?"

Tyler watched as a couple of guys stripped off their shirts, kicked off their shoes and jumped into the pool to join Joe. Tyler was still reeling from seeing Joe sprint out of the house, a clear tent in his swim shorts, his dick obviously hard from whatever had gone on inside the house, when Joe stood up in the water, his shirt clinging to his body, moulded to his muscles so every one of his abs and both pecs were visible down to the finest detail.

Almost all eyes were fixed on Joe as he slowly peeled the shirt off his body, crossing his arms over his front and pulling upwards, exposing his abs two by two before he pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the side of the pool. Tyler heard a number of the girls near him gasp and even call out, whispering to each other about how hot Joe was. Tyler could only silently agree as he followed a drop of water as it slid down Joe's chest and down between his abs until it slipped back into the water. He wanted to lick that drop from Joe's body and follow it down until he was sucking Joe's cock.

His first instinct was to strip down and join in, which is what Luke and Kyle had done, jumping into the water seconds after Joe removed his shirt, but he held back, not wanting to cause a scene if Joe reacted badly to him joining them. He was also worried he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself if Joe was hard and they were both underwater where no one could see what they were doing. He wanted Joe so badly and his dick was getting hard in his shorts but it was feeling more and more like sex with him was never going to happen again.

"Hey, come have a drink with us. It looks like you need it." Tyler jumped at the sound of Cody's voice, barely more than a whisper in his ear as Cody leaned his head over his shoulder.

Tyler turned his head, putting his nose no more than an inch from Cody's. He wanted to protest, to say that he needed to spend time with Joe or his other friends but the closeness of Cody's face and the urge to kiss him overwhelmed him to the point that he lost the ability to speak. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment and quickly parted with Cody patting Tyler on the back and ushering him over to the sun-loungers where the girls Cody had been talking to were waiting for them with four cups.

As they approached the loungers the girls moved so they were sitting on the ends, making room for Tyler and Cody to sit down. They both lowered onto the seats and turned so they were facing each other as well as the girls. Cody then picked up two of the cups and handed them to the girls before picking up the other two and handing one to Tyler. They looked at each other and without a word they all raised their cups, met in the middle in a silent toast and took a long drink. Tyler almost spat his out when he realised it was some kind of alcoholic punch but he didn't want to look like an idiot or a child so he quickly swallowed it and smiled when the others did.

Cody introduced Tyler to the two girls, who were called Stephanie and Becky, and they began to talk. The girls revealed that they had known Tina for years because of their friendship with Tina's older sister, which meant that they were older than Tyler had guessed, being nineteen and twenty respectively. When the girls had asked how old they were Cody had answered that they were both eighteen and seniors who couldn't wait to head off to college. Tyler had looked at him questioningly but Cody just winked as a signal to go along with the story. Tyler sat back, his eyes moving from Cody to the two girls and back again, thinking to himself that they were all so hot and that he would happily go to bed with any one of them. When the idea that this might be leading to all four of them doing something together, Tyler shifted uncomfortably, hoping no one could see that he was hard beneath his shorts.

Tyler watched on, amazed by how easy Cody made flirting look; the two girls were hanging off every word he said. He smiled at them and made expressions with his face that emphasised what he was saying. He made them laugh and even blush and he made it all look effortless. Tyler didn't know whether to feel jealous of Cody for having such power over these girls and likely countless others or to be jealous of the girls because they were the ones getting Cody's attention. Cody had never been hotter than he was in full seduction mode and there was no doubt that he would be getting laid that night.

The girls were so taken by Cody that they didn't notice that Tyler hadn't said a word for almost three minutes. They also didn't see that his eyes were starting to wander. As much as he was mesmerised watching Cody at work and by the beauty of his three companions he was beginning to feel like a fourth wheel that wasn't needed and he was looking for a way out.

The first person his eyes found through the crowd was Joe. Either that or his brain ignored everyone else until it found the target it was looking for. Joe was still in the pool, his bare chest glistening in the sunlight. Tyler felt his stomach tighten when Joe jumped out of the water to catch a ball, his whole upper body, his pecs and abs coming into view. Unconsciously, Tyler licked his lips remembering how Joe's body had felt while he was fucking him. He would give or do anything to get to feel that again.

As hot as Cody was, as hot as the girls were, he wanted it to be Joe sitting next to him or across from him. He lusted after Cody but what he felt for Joe was much deeper than that. He wanted to be with Joe, he wanted them to be talking, playing games, spending as much time together as they could. He wanted all of him, not just sex.

Tyler continued to stare at Joe, Cody's words now drifting into the background. At first he thought it was his imagination but after another minute or two he knew for sure that Joe kept looking over at him, seeking him out, wanting to see where he was and what he was doing. Tyler didn't know if it was to make sure that he was keeping his distance, wondering if Joe would scurry away if he started to close the gap between them, or if it was because Joe was struggling with feelings that he was trying to fight and deny. He decided to test him.

"Damn it's hot," Tyler said, interrupting whatever conversation Cody and the girls were having.

He stood up and slowly reached down, taking his shirt by the bottom and pulling it up, having to peel the material from his moist skin, gradually revealing his cut abs and hard pecs to the dozens of eyes that had turned to watch him before he pulled it over his head and let it drop to the lounger beneath him.

"Wow..." one of the girls, he thought it was Becky, gasped, though she was quickly drowned out by the excited squeals of some of the other girls.

He wasn't sure which girl it had been because his eyes were still on Joe, watching as his friend was unable to look away, even biting his lip as his eyes went up and down Tyler's body. Tyler smiled and sat down on the lounger, turning to look at Cody who was staring at him too.

"Damn..." Cody gasped, his eyes admiring Tyler's physique too. "That is one amazing body. If we weren't both guys..."

"Thanks," Tyler's cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling. Cody Jenkins saying that to him was the ultimate validation. "I'm sure you've still got me beat."

"I doubt that," Cody laughed.

"Prove it," Tyler dared.

"Oh yes, prove it," Stephanie agreed.

Cody shook his head but smiled as he stood up and pulled his tank-top off, revealing a body that was so cut there could be no more than 3% fat anywhere on it. He looked incredible and Tyler had to fight the urges to both moan and to reach out to caress those muscles, wanting to run his tongue all over them.

"Wow," he gasped, unable to hold the word in.

Almost all of the eyes in the yard were focused on them, taking in their bodies. One girl even looked like she was going to faint. Tyler didn't know what to think. He felt like they were putting on a show for everyone at the party but it also kind of felt like they were doing it for each other.

It was only the sound of music blasting out of a set of speakers near the house that turned everyone's heads away. Someone had turned the stereo on and the upbeat song seemed to change the atmosphere in the yard. Bodies relaxed and started moving to the beat and it began to feel like a party.

The music continued, mixing with laughter and shouting as people moved around, talking, dancing and playing in the pool. The drinks also began flowing as the cloth was pulled off the table revealing cans, bottles and the punchbowl that Cody must have dipped into to fill their cups. The table was also filled with various kinds of party and snack foods that seemed to excite people more than the alcohol did.

Tyler was about to get up to grab something to eat when a delivery guy appeared around the corner of the house struggling with about a dozen pizza boxes. Anyone could have been forgiven for thinking that no one there had eaten for weeks with the reaction the man got as he delivered the pizza; people were almost climbing over each other to get to him.

The next few minutes were like a free-for-all with bodies scrambling around all over the place wanting to get a couple of slices while they were still hot and the few who didn't like pizza busied themselves by filling paper plates from the food on the table.

Tyler finished his third piece of pizza, deciding that was enough, and headed over to the table for a bottle of beer. He knew he probably shouldn't drink it and he had promised his mom that he wouldn't get drunk but the appeal proved too much and he quickly popped off the cap with a bottle opener.

With the drink in his hand, Tyler made his way back over to Cody and the girls but they were deep in conversation, the girls still hanging on every word Cody said, which once again made Tyler feel out of place. He stood for a minute drinking his beer as he waited for them to notice him but none of them turned their heads so he downed his drink and headed back for another bottle.

His head was spinning a little from how quickly he had drank the beer because his body still wasn't used to it despite the amount he had consumed over spring break and even before that. He popped the cap on his second bottle and turned around at the sound of his name being called. He searched out the person who wanted him and his eyes settled on Luke, who was in the pool with Joe, tossing around the soccer ball.

Tyler waved at Luke but his eyes were on Joe, watching as Joe panicked just from hearing Tyler's name. He had taken a quick look over his shoulder, saw where Tyler was and then dived under the water, swimming away. Tyler felt his heart sink as he watched Joe retreat to the other side of the pool. He just wanted to spend some time with him, he wanted to talk.

Knowing he couldn't ignore Luke, and not actually wanting to, he took two steps toward the pool and then suddenly felt something hard hit his back, causing him to stumble. As he struggled to keep his balance his grip on the bottle loosened and it fell out of his hand, crashing to the hard ground where it shattered, sending shards of glass flying everywhere as the fizzing liquid exploded from the remnants of the bottle, soaking Tyler's feet.

"What the fuck?" Tyler screamed, feeling his head spin more than his body did as he turned to see who had pushed him.

His eyes took a second to focus but when they did he saw the unmistakable grin that belonged to Jake.

"Whoops!" Jake said, holding up his hands but laughing like it was amusing.

Tyler didn't think it was funny. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at Jake as a rush of feelings flooded his head. Joe was snubbing him and now Jake had pushed him. It was an emotional hit followed by a physical one and he hated the way Jake made it seem like it was nothing, how he always tried to brush Tyler off like HE was nothing.

"You think that's funny?" Tyler snapped, taking a step toward Jake.

Jake's eyes immediately met Tyler's and the smile fell from his face. He knew what was coming. "Hey, look Tyler, it was an accident."

"Yeah and so was your birth," Tyler fumed.

"What is your problem?" Jake asked, standing his ground.

"My problem is you," Tyler spat back.

The next few seconds passed like there were in slow motion; either that or Tyler was watching them from outside of his body. He saw his hand sweep out, flying towards Jake, but instead of hitting him in the stomach or the face, he slapped the bottle of cola out of Jake's hand, knocking it to the floor where it too shattered.

"Hey, guys, come on," someone said near them.

"What the fuck did you do that for, you idiot?" Jake stepped up to Tyler. "Mine was an accident, you're just being a prick."

Tyler's eyes went wide and he lifted his hands up, put them on Jake's chest and shoved him hard. Jake stumbled backwards, almost losing his footing, barely avoiding a chair and a girl carrying food. When he regained his balance he ran forward and threw his shoulder into Tyler, knocking him backwards but not off his feet. Tyler, looking irate, immediately closed the gap between them and pushed Jake again, softer this time, more as provocation than something meant to cause harm. Jake pushed back and then it happened...

Tyler balled his hand up into a fist and swung it at Jake's face. Jake's wrestling training and quick reflexes meant he saw the punch coming and was able to duck out of the way, spinning around as Tyler's momentum carried him over the top. Tyler wasn't done though. He stood up, turned around and swung again. This time Jake was ready. He moved slightly to the side, Tyler's hand missed his face by just a few inches, and as Tyler's body swung forward, Jake lowered his shoulder, hooked his arm under Tyler's and popped his hips, flinging Tyler over his body like he had many opponents on the wrestling mat.

The moment Tyler's feet left the ground he knew he was about to be humiliated in front of everyone at the party and he felt instant regret at letting his feelings get the better of him. What was worse was that it was going to be Jake who would put him on his ass and would make a fool of him; the one guy everyone in their grade already saw as being superior to him was going to prove it.

As he flew through the air, sailing over Jake's back, Tyler caught a glimpse of water and knew he was going into the pool. That would make his humiliation even worse and he closed his eyes, hoping that would somehow block it out. Then, just as his right foot hit the water, the temperature making him gasp, he felt something against his left hand and quickly grabbed onto it, hoping it would stop his fall. It didn't.

Tyler crashed into the water hard and it drove all of the air out of his chest. Even in his stunned state he still registered the huge splash that followed his own and saw something red drop into the water beside him.

Above the surface, those both in and out of the pool watched on, amazed by what they had just seen. The shoving match between the two stud jocks had been something to behold, the way Jake had flipped Tyler over his back like he weighed nothing was incredible, but the sight of Tyler's muscular body hitting the water, immediately followed by Jake's had them all stunned. As Tyler had fallen the thing that brushed against his hand was the hood of Jake's top and when he grabbed on the momentum of his body falling had pulled Jake backwards, dragging him into the water after him.

Jake was the first to surface, coughing and spluttering from unexpectedly being dunked under the water. He looked around and noticed everyone staring. It was another ten or fifteen seconds before Tyler finally broke the surface, gasping for breath now, needing to get his wind back and some air in his lungs.

When he caught his breath he stood up and stared into Jake's eyes. He didn't turn his head but he could feel that everyone else's at the party were on him as well. They were waiting for one of them to move, to throw the next punch.

Tyler continued to stare into Jake's eyes, preparing himself for an attack he was sure was coming. Everyone around them was silent and someone had even turned the music off, wanting to hear anything that was said.

Suddenly a grin appeared on Jake's face and he started to laugh. Tyler didn't know what to think or do so he simply started to laugh as well, not wanting to look like more of an idiot than he already did. He then did something that surprised even himself, he held his hand out above the water, presenting his fist to Jake. Jake studied the hand for a moment and then extended his own until they bumped fists.

The music roared back to life and people let out a sigh of relief, talking again now the tension was broken. Jake and Tyler held their fists together for a moment as they looked into each other's eyes again. Tyler felt like Jake was looking for something that he must have found because he nodded and turned, pulling himself out of the pool.

Once again Tyler was thinking of too many things at once for him to properly process them. He still hated Jake. He hated that he was so strong and could throw him around like a child. He hated the way people looked at Jake like he was a hero, maybe even more so now after their confrontation. He hated that he was jealous of Jake when he should just be proud of who he was and what he could do. He hated that he found Jake attractive and couldn't take his eyes off Jake's ass as he pulled himself out of the pool, the wet shorts clinging to his firm, round, muscular ass cheeks that Tyler would love to bury his face in. He hated Jake for being so hot and he hated himself for still wanting him despite everything.

"Hey man," Luke said as he swam up next to Tyler. "I thought you were going to kick each other's asses there."

Tyler heard the words but he didn't reply and he didn't turn his head to look at his friend. Instead he watched as Jake pulled himself out of the pool, his strong arms lifting his big body out of the water. That wasn't what kept his attention though. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Jake as he stood up and let his wet hoodie fall from his shoulders, revealing the strong muscles across his back that flowed down in a V until they met the incredible mounds of his ass, the top of which, including a little crack, was exposed from the drag of the water pulling his shorts down.

The gasps and squeals of some of the girls as they saw Jake's body on full display now instead of being just partially exposed managed to cover the "wow" that Tyler whispered under his breath so Luke didn't hear him. He continued to stare as Jake turned around, his firm pecs, hard abs and the slightest bit of hair on his chest coming in to view.

"Lucky for him we didn't," Tyler quickly said, needing to distract himself from the throb in his cock that would spring to a full erection if he didn't look away.

"Yeah, you would have beat his ass," Luke beamed as Tyler turned around in the pool so his back was to Jake.

"Hey Ty, catch," It was Toby's voice calling out.

Tyler didn't know what catch meant until the soccer ball smashed into his face and then splashed into the water as it bounced off.

"Fuck!" Tyler groaned, shaking his head to try to get his senses back. "What did you do that for?"

"Sorry dude," Toby said, putting his hands in the air. "I gave you fair warning. I guess your reflexes aren't as quick as Jake's."

Tyler's head snapped to the side and the second Toby saw his reaction he knew he was in trouble. He looked for somewhere to go but being in the water meant he couldn't move fast enough. Tyler scooped up the ball and a huge grin spread across his face.

"Let's see how fast you are mother fucker!" Tyler laughed as he launched the ball across the pool, putting all the force he could behind it.

Toby barely ducked out of the way, having to dive under the water to avoid being hit in the face. When he resurfaced his hair was covering his eyes and in the few seconds it took for him to brush it away Tyler had closed the distance between them and was on him.

"Oh fuck!" Toby gasped.

Toby turned to try to get away but Tyler surged forward and wrapped his arm around Toby's head, trapping him in a headlock as his legs went around Toby's waist.

"Do you want to take that back?" Tyler asked.

"How can I when it's the truth?" Toby dared to reply.

"Oh, you're really gonna get it now fucker," Tyler growled, letting his grip go as he slid down Toby's back.

Toby's squeal was so loud and high-pitched that anyone could have been forgiven for thinking he was a pig whose tail had been stood on.

"No! Ty! Please!" Toby yelled as heads turned to see what was going on.

The next thing they knew Toby was doubled over grabbing on to the side of the pool to stop himself from going under the water as uncontrollable laughter erupted from his mouth and he tried to wriggle free of Tyler's grip.

"No! Please! Stop!" Toby gasped. "I didn't mean it!"

Tyler dug his fingers deep into Toby's sides and tickled the spots that he had found by complete accident one day during practice, amazed that such a simple thing could bring a guy the size of Toby to his knees.

"Say I'm the best," Tyler teased, still tickling.

"You're the best!" Toby shouted.

"Tell everyone you're my bitch," Tyler grinned.

"Fuck you!" Toby laughed, trying to kick backwards to knock Tyler off. "Okay, okay, I'm your bitch!"

Tyler pulled his hands from Toby's sides and draped his arm across Toby's shoulder as the bigger guy shivered, trying to regain his composure.

"I fucking hate you," Toby gasped, but a huge smile lit up his face and he laughed for real, quickly followed by Tyler as they pulled themselves out of the pool and headed over to the table to grab a soft drink, both of them needing it after their exertion.

"Are we good?" Toby asked, holding his can up towards Tyler.

"When are we not?" Tyler smiled, meeting the can with his own.

The party continued with no real incidents. Tyler had helped to clean up the broken glass that was spread across the floor after he finished his drink and then spent his time split between his football buddies, even though Joe still wasn't really interacting with him, and Cody and the girls, who barely seemed to notice when he slipped away to join his other friends or to grab another piece of the birthday cake that had been brought out accompanied by some really bad singing.

As the sun started to go down lights were turned on around and inside the pool itself, creating a warm glow that kept everything moving along and stopped people from wanting to head inside, although some did for reasons completely unrelated to the temperature.

Drinks had been flowing again, even though Tyler had tried to hold back, and enough people were feeling the buzz to agree to some pretty childish games in the pool that amused those looking on. Tyler was sitting beside Cody when he heard Kyle calling his name.

"Hey, Tyler, come back in dude," Kyle called, "We're gonna play Marco Polo like Coach used to make us do freshman year."

Tyler looked at Cody, almost for permission to leave, even though he didn't know why, and then got up, heading toward the pool.

"Aren't you going to join in?" one of the girls asked Cody.

"Nah," he replied as Tyler walked away. "If I'm going to get blindfolded tonight I'd rather have one of you two do it."

The girls giggled but Tyler just rolled his eyes and jumped into the pool. He had hoped that things with Cody or one of the girls was going somewhere but he was no closer to making out with anyone than he had been at the start of the party and he just wanted to kick back and have some fun now.

"Who's going first?" someone called out.

"It should be Tina, it's her birthday," someone else replied.

With everyone in agreement Tina swam into the middle of the pool and Tyler had to bite his tongue so he didn't say something about her being surrounded by guys again. He watched as they put a blindfold on her and a couple of girls joined them in the pool before the game got going.

"Okay, go," a guy by the side of the pool shouted.

"Marco!" Tina called out.

It should have been a really stupid game to be playing but there were just the right side of drunk for it to feel fun and they quickly called out "Polo" in reply.

"That's not fair," Tina pouted. "There are too many of you."

"That's the point," the guy by the pool said. "We can't make it too easy. Focus in on one of the voices."

"Okay," Tina said, but it was clear she wasn't happy. "Marco!"

"Polo," everyone called back.

"Marco!" Tina almost screamed, frustration getting to her already.

This time when they shouted polo back at her she lunged forward into just about the only space where there was no one standing. Everyone laughed and someone guided her back to the middle of the pool.

Tina was about ready to throw a tantrum when she called out "Marco," again.

Tyler had just opened his mouth to shout back when he felt someone behind him, who shouted "polo" over his shoulder and then pushed him forward into the middle of the pool. Tyler was just turning around to see who it was when he felt Tina's hands slap his back and she cried out in joy as she ripped the blindfold off.

"You're next!" Tina grinned, handing him the blindfold.

Tyler watched her swim away and then turned to look toward where he had been standing to see who had pushed him. To his surprise he saw Jake smiling back at him. He winked and mouthed the words, "Got you".

Before Tyler could do anything he felt the blindfold being pulled out of his clenched fist and quickly wrapped around his head, blocking off his vision.

"Okay, Ty, when you're ready," Toby said, patting Tyler on the back once the blindfold was in place.

Tyler wanted to pull it off so he could go over and wipe the smirk off Jake's face but he knew it would probably just end up in him being embarrassed again so he decided to forget about it and play the game.

"Marco," he called out.

"Polo," came the replies. Tina was right, it was almost impossible to distinguish one voice from another.

"Marco," he called again, turning his head to listen for the reply.

This time when the replies came he recognised Joe's voice off to his left and tried to zero in on it but it was still blending in with a couple of other voices.

"Marco," he repeated and this time Joe's reply was clearer. He knew where he was.

He called out for a fourth time and as soon as he heard Joe's reply he launched himself to the left, hoping he was correct and wouldn't look like a fool if he missed.

He was right. His outstretched hands, palms pointing outward, landed on Joe's firm yet slick chest. The heat from Joe's body passed through Tyler's hands and up his arms in an instant, a wave of heat that went straight to his centre and then permeated outwards.

Neither of them moved. Tyler's hands were still pressed against Joe's bare flesh as everyone around them started cheering. Tyler felt his hands slip a little but instead of finding water they slid down Joe's chest and over his familiar abs, causing a tremor to shoot through Joe's body and an involuntary moan to escape from his lips.

Tyler quickly reached up and pulled the blindfold off so he could look at Joe. Their eyes met and Tyler could see a fire in Joe's eyes that he was sure was lust. It was exactly what he was feeling too. The spark between them had ignited a fire that was burning rapidly now, growing hotter with every second their eyes stayed connected.

Suddenly Tyler realized that if one of them didn't pull away they were going to kiss right there in the pool in front of everyone. He wanted that more than anything he had ever wanted before but he couldn't let it happen, it would ruin both of their lives. Instead he broke eye contact and quickly pulled the blindfold over Joe's eyes before swimming away, hoping no one would see that we was rock hard as he went to the far side of the pool, not wanting to be near Joe in case anything else happening and they couldn't control themselves.

He watched the game for a little bit longer but had to turn away and pull himself out of the pool when he saw one of the girls put herself in Joe's path on purpose so he would touch her. His hands went right to her breasts and he very clearly cupped them as the girl giggled. Tyler wanted to scream but he knew it was just petty jealousy so he decided to drown his sorrows with a drink, picking up two bottles and taking them over to the sun-loungers that had once been occupied by Cody and the girls but were now empty and vacant. Where had they gone?

Tyler lay back on one of the loungers and stared up at the sky hoping to forget about Joe and the touch that still made his fingers tingle. They were in the middle of the city so he couldn't see many stars due to the artificial light but he could make out a few twinkling lights, possibly even the faint outline of a constellation, tracing its path with the tip of his nose.

He let out a sigh and took a long gulp of his beer, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. He closed his eyes to try to block out the world but it seemed useless, nothing he did or tried to think about could overcome the urges and feelings he was having for Joe. He wanted him so bad and he was sure Joe wanted him too, there was just something stopping him.

Tyler didn't know how much time had passed when he opened his eyes again but things were quieter than they were before and he looked around to see that some people had either left or had headed inside the house. Had he fallen asleep or had he just gone to some safe place in his head where he could forget about everything that was bothering him? Whatever had happened his shorts were now dry and he knew quite a bit of time had to have passed.

He looked over towards the pool where he had last seen Joe but there were only two people in the water now; Jake and a blonde girl, whose back was facing him. Jake was leaning against the side of the pool, one of his big arms around the girl's body with his hand on her hip, while her hand clung to his shoulder. He held her against him as their mouths met and they made out, sucking on each other's tongues. Then Tyler noticed that the girl's free arm was moving in front of Jake, it was going up and down in a rhythm beneath the water. Tyler leaned closer and let his eyes focus; the girls arm disappeared, her hand inside Jake's swim shorts. She was jerking him off in the pool while they made out.

The thought of Jake's dick hard and excited, getting worked over by a hand just feet away from him, made Tyler's own cock start to come to life. He quickly looked away, not wanting to get an erection, but it didn't help. Toby was making out with the girl he had pointed out to Tyler earlier against the side of the house, actually lifting her up so their lips could meet due to the size difference. Tyler smiled at the thought that at least one of them was getting what they wanted, but then he saw Joe and the smile left his face.

Joe was sitting in one of the chairs with the girl from the pool who had deliberately thrown herself in his path perched right on his knee, his arms around her waist and hers around his shoulders. They were chatting to each other, occasionally pecking each other on the lips.

Tyler downed the rest of the beer and was then tempted to throw the empty bottle at Joe's head. He didn't think it would knock the sense into Joe that he wished it would but it would have made him feel better and might have stopped them from kissing.

He looked to the side of his lounger and saw that the second bottle he had brought with him was still unopened. He reached down and grabbed it, able to unscrew the cap with his hand. He lay back on the seat and nursed the bottle like a baby feeding. He wanted to be anywhere else at that moment, it didn't matter where. Seeing Joe kissing a girl crushed him, even though he didn't want it to. He knew they would never be boyfriends but he had thought there was something between them. Maybe he should just give up. Maybe Joe was straight after all and all of the signs and signals were just in Tyler's head, things he hoped were true but really weren't.

It was only when he had drained the last drop of beer from the bottle that he looked back up and saw that Joe's seat was empty. He sat up quickly, his heart sinking, knowing Joe had gone inside with the girl or had taken her home, but as he looked over to where Toby was standing he saw the girl who had been sitting on Joe's lap talking to the girl Toby was still holding against his side. Where was Joe?

Tyler stood up and realized that it was much colder than it had been when he had laid down, the sun having set hours ago. He walked over to grab his jeans and shoes and slipped into them before returning to the loungers where he found Joe's blue shirt that he had worn to the party lying alongside Cody's tank top. Did that mean Cody was still there or had he left it? Would he notice if Tyler took it home with him?

He had just finished pulling the shirt on over his head when he felt the urge to pee, all of the drinks he had been pouring down his neck had finally caught up to him and he was worried he might wet himself. He hurried across the yard, feeling a little unsteady on his feet, heading for the back door, when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see Jake grab onto the girl in the pool, bury his head against her shoulder and sink his teeth into her skin. Had she just made him cum?

A pain in Tyler's stomach made him forget about the scene unfolding in the pool and he raced inside, praying that the toilet was free or he would have to use the sink. He ran through the kitchen, into the living room, where the unknown jock had passed out on the sofa, and rushed out into the hall, heading straight for the washroom under the stairs. He flung the door open and his jaw dropped. There in front of him was Cody, naked except for a pair of socks, his thick thighs moving, his big muscular ass tensing and relaxing with each thrust, his strong back popping as he held onto one of the girls, Becky, and fucked her up against the sink. The girl had her eyes closed, her arms and legs wrapped around Cody's body, clinging to him as she panted and moaned.

Tyler watched Cody's ass move, mesmerised by the way it clenched and released as he moved his hips, driving what had to be a big dick in and out of the girl judging by how far he was pulling back before shoving it back in. It was the hottest thing Tyler had ever seen in person but he didn't know what he wanted more. Part of him wanted to walk in there, run his hands all over Cody's muscular back, then grab and squeeze and caress those firm cheeks before he pulled them apart to devour the tight hole between them, getting it ready for his cock. The other part of him wanted to be the girl, wanted to be the one backed up against the sink, taking Cody's cock deep in his ass, fucking him until Cody shot his load inside him.

FUCK! Tyler was rock hard now, desperately wanting to join Cody, hoping he wouldn't mind after the teases earlier, but he was also still desperate to pee and he didn't want to interrupt them so he quickly backed out of the door, easing it closed behind him, and ran up the stairs, hoping no one was fucking in that bathroom.

He could hear moaning coming from at least one bedroom when he reached the top of the stairs and knew people were messing around in those just like they were downstairs. He ran across the landing and wanted to cry when he saw that the bathroom door was also closed. He was just about to hammer his fist on the door when it opened and he was suddenly, finally, face-to-face with Joe.

Both of them froze when they saw each other and then their eyes met. Joe's body had gone completely stiff and there was fear in his eyes. Tyler stared into them for what felt like the longest time, feeling his stomach tighten as his breathing became a little erratic.

Suddenly Joe cleared his throat and turned his head away so he wasn't looking at Tyler anymore. He shifted uncomfortably and then took a step to the side, trying to walk away, leaving Tyler alone to use the bathroom. Tyler was having none of it. He couldn't believe that Joe would just try to walk away without even saying a word. The anger and frustration he had tried so hard to suppress came racing to the surface. He grabbed Joe by the collar of his polo shirt, which he only noticed he was wearing when the fabric was in his hand, and dragged him back into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind them as he pushed Joe into the middle of the room.

"What are you doing?" Joe asks as if Tyler was acting in some insane way that defied all logic.

Tyler spun around and closed the gap between them so they were face-to-face again, purposefully staring into Joe's eyes this time.

"What am I doing?" Tyler growled. "What are you doing? Were you really going to just ignore me then and walk away?"

Joe was shocked by the venom in Tyler's voice. He held the eye contact but was too scared to talk.

When Joe didn't answer, Tyler turned away, remembering how badly he needed to pee. He walked to the toilet, lifted the lid and pulled his cock out, which was still a little more than semi-hard. He looked down at the bowl to make sure that his aim was accurate and after a brief pause, where he willed his body to let it out, he started to relieve himself. Once the flow had started and the sound of it hitting the water rose to his ears, Tyler turned his head slightly and saw that Joe was staring at him; more specifically he was staring at his cock, which Tyler was holding with his right hand so his left didn't obscure the view.

Instead of flushing straight away or tucking his dick back into his pants, Tyler stood there letting his hand slide back and forth along the length of his shaft without actually wrapping his fingers around it. He watched Joe's face the entire time and saw that his eyes were following the movement of his hand back and forth along his dick. He couldn't take his eyes off it and Tyler was fully hard again, his cock throbbing in his hand.

As tempting as it was to stand there and jerk off with Joe watching, Tyler had others plans and needed to get things sorted out with Joe once and for all so he reluctantly pushed his dick back into his shorts, struggling a little with how rigid it was, and then he zipped up his jeans.

Tyler decided not to flush the toilet in case anyone was waiting outside to use it and heard the noise. He didn't want to give Joe any excuse or opportunity to leave. Not that he knew how they would explain being locked in the bathroom together.

He closed the distance between them again as Joe quickly realized what he was doing and tried to back away. The only thing Joe found was the bathroom door and soon Tyler had him pinned against it, not physically holding him down, but Joe knew there was nowhere to go.

"What are you doing?" Joe gasped, pressing himself against the door as if it would somehow increase the distance between them.

"I'm doing what he should have done two fucking weeks ago," Tyler said, more harshly than he intended. "This shit has to stop, Joe. We can't keep doing this; pretending in front of people and then ignoring each other in private. It's driving me fucking crazy."

Joe was stunned by the speed and directness of Tyler's words. He swallowed hard before he replied weakly, "I don't know what you want me to do."

Tyler laughed, "I want you to stop acting like a bitch."

Joe's face registered the shock from the insult and was then transformed with a scowl as he grew angry.

Tyler let out a deep breath and continued, talking more calmly this time, "We have to sort this out, Joe. We can't keep acting like this. I can't take much more of it. And people are beginning to notice."

All of the anger dropped from Joe's face, replaced by fear as his body went stiff. "What do you mean?"

Tyler looked away for a moment before returning his gaze to Joe's. "Cody said something earlier."

"What did he say?" Joe asked with a hint of panic.

"He asked me what was wrong between us because it was pretty clear you didn't want to be near me and we're supposed to be best friends," Tyler explained.

"We are best friends," Joe protested.

"Well you have a fucking funny way of showing it," Tyler laughed. He let out a deep sigh. "That's not all he said."

"What else did he say?" Joe asked.

"He said you were acting like one of his girlfriend after a break up," Tyler replied. "He pretty much implied that's what we were."

"Girlfriends?" Joe quipped, trying to make light of the situation, even though he was shaking.

"This is serious," Tyler said, straight faced. "If Cody knows something went on between us then it's only a matter of time before other people start to think it too. Then we really will be fucked."

"Okay," Joe nodded, "I get it."

"Do you?" Tyler asked.

"Of course, now let's go," Joe said, reaching for the door handle.

Tyler quickly grabbed his arm and pushed it back against the bathroom door, stepping in closer than before so their faces were almost touching. His voice lowered into a rolling growl. "Stop trying to get away. You're not leaving until we sort this out."

"Ty," Joe protested, pulling his arm out from Tyler's grip. "There's nothing to talk about, we're fine."

Tyler put his hand in the middle of Joe's chest and pushed him back against the door, holding him against it. "We're not fine. You're still trying to get away from me now. Talk to me. Tell me what's going on in your head."

"I don't want to talk," Joe said, glaring into Tyler's eyes.

"Look, the way I see it we have just three options here," Tyler said. "Either we talk and sort this all out right now so we can go back to being best friends. Or we can talk, decide we can't be around each other and never speak again."

"I don't want to talk," Joe shouted. It was Tyler's turn to be taken aback. "You said there were three options, what's the other one?"

Tyler stared into Joe's eyes and let the hand on Joe's chest move so it was over one of Joe's pecs. He moved his middle finger, grazing Joe's nipple and then squeezed the muscle as Joe moaned and bucked under his hand.

"Ty, what are you doing?" Joe gasped.

Tyler slid his hand down, feeling Joe's abs through his shirt. He leaned in so his lips were next to Joe's ear. "If you don't want to talk there's only one thing we can do to sort this out. We need to fuck again."

"What?" Joe exclaimed, but he didn't push Tyler away. "Are you crazy?"

"No," Tyler said, still rubbing Joe's abs. "We need to feel what we did that night to see if we can put it behind us and get past it."

"What if we can't?" Joe whispered, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, trying to ignore what he was feeling, what was happening.

"Then either we can't be friends anymore or..." Tyler didn't finish his sentence.

"Or what?" Joe gasped.

"Or we're going to have to keep fucking each other," Tyler breathed into Joe's ear.

Before Joe could reply or protest his whole body shuddered and trembled from the touch of Tyler's lips on his neck. He moaned as Tyler continued pressing kisses across his skin and then grabbed onto the back of Tyler's head as Tyler ran his tongue up from his collarbone all the way to his ear.

"Oh fuck..." Joe gasped.

Tyler kissed his way down to the corner of Joe's jaw and then moved along it, kissing his way towards Joe's chin. Just before he got there he slid his hand down and grabbed what he had been dying to feel for the past two weeks, sliding his hand along the big eight inch shaft of Joe's cock, bulging in his shorts.

"Ty! Please! We can't do this," Joe moaned as Tyler began to rub his dick.

Tyler pulled back just far enough so he could look into Joe's eyes. "Why not?"

"Because it's wrong," Joe panted.

"Does this feel wrong?" Tyler asked, dipping back down to kiss the other side of Joe's neck.

"Oh fuck, Ty, please," Joe begged.

Tyler pulled back again. "Did that feel wrong? Does this?"

Joe's eyes went wide as Tyler's face approached his and then their lips were together. Tyler was kissing him. He wanted to fight it, to push Tyler away, but he couldn't. Those firm lips he had dreamed of were against his again. That strong hand was stroking his cock. And damn, it felt too good to be wrong. He kissed back, attacking Tyler's lips with his own, forcing his tongue into Tyler's mouth.

When they broke apart a minute later they were both panting, staring at each other after the hottest make-out session of their young lives.

"Do you still want me to stop?" Tyler asked.

Joe shook his head.

"I need you to say it," Tyler said.

Again Joe shook his head, but for a different reason this time.

"Tell me what you want," Tyler urged. "Do you want to just stay here and make out for a while? Or do you want me to take you over there to that sink and fuck you like Cody's fucking that girl downstairs?"

Joe gasped. "You saw that?"

Tyler's eyebrows went up and smirk curled his lips. "Yeah. You did too?"

"Yes," Joe nodded. "I came in to pee and he was just there, fucking her."

"Did it excite you?" Tyler asked. Joe turned his head away, not wanting to answer. Tyler laughed. "It did! Did you wish he was fucking you instead?"

"No!" Joe gasped.

"Really? Then what were you thinking?" Tyler asked.

Joe closed his eyes and paused, debating with himself whether or not he should tell Tyler the truth. He made his decision. "I was thinking about you."

Tyler grinned wider than ever before and his dick pulsed and throbbed with the admission that Joe was thinking about him in that moment, probably remembering how it felt when Tyler had fucked him.

"What were you thinking?" Tyler smiled.

Joe's face flushed red and he turned his head away.

"Tell me," Tyler urged.

Joe shook his head and pushed Tyler away.

Tyler immediately closed the gap between them again, running his hand up Joe's body and around his back until it was in the hair on the back of Joe's head. He pulled their faces closer together, only turning at the last moment so his lips were near Joe's ear.

"I'll tell you what I want," Tyler whispered. "I want to kiss you again. I want to make out with you. I want to lick my way down your body and then suck your cock. I want to taste you. I want to turn you around and eat your ass. But more than anything Joe, I want to fuck you. I want to put my hard dick inside you, slide it in and out, fill you up so good and hit that button inside of you that made you cum so hard. Do you want that?"

Joe just moaned in reply. He was biting his lip. As hard as his dick was, as much as his body was crying out for him to let go and accept what Tyler was proposing, there was still a part of him that wasn't sure, that was reluctant because of what it meant if he let it happen again.

Tyler used the hand on the back of Joe's head to guide their foreheads together. They rested on each other for a second, just breathing, and then their eyes met again.

"Please say it," Tyler said, softly. "That's what you want too, isn't it? You loved it last time. It felt so good. Let me give you that pleasure again."

Joe closed his eyes and whimpered. He still wasn't completely sold on the idea.

"You want me," Tyler said. "I know you do. That's why you don't want to be around me. It's not because you don't like me or what we did. It's because you can't fight that feeling inside of you that wants to do it again."

"Ty, please," Joe managed to reply, moving his hand up to push Tyler's away from his head. He leaned back away from Tyler, wanting to put some distance between them so he could think. He knew if he agreed there was almost no chance of ever going back to how they were before their trip.

"Okay," Tyler nodded, putting his hands up in defeat as he stepped back away from Joe. He sighed. "I am going to go home now."

"What?" Joe asked in confusion.

"I can't do this anymore, Joe," Tyler sighed. "I want you. I want you so bad that I can't think about anything else. There were so many hot girls here tonight but I wasn't interested in any of them because all I could think about was if I would ever get to fuck you again. I thought you wanted that too but if it's not going to happen I'm just going to go."

Tyler walked toward the door but Joe was still standing in front of it blocking his path. He reached around Joe for the handle but Joe stopped him, grabbing his hand. They both gasped when it felt like an electric shock passed between their hands and then looked down as they linked their fingers together.

The next thing Tyler knew he was being pulled into a kiss. He was stunned that Joe initiated it. Joe's lips attacked his hard and their mouths opened, letting their tongues slide against each other as they started making out. This time was different though because Joe's hands were moving. He wrapped his arms around Tyler's back and ran his hands over the muscles leading down to Tyler's big firm ass that he grabbed so he could bring them closer together.

Tyler moaned into Joe's mouth when he felt Joe squeeze his ass cheeks and he nearly cried when he felt their hard dicks slide together, rubbing against one another as they began to grind and thrust, moving together in a rhythm that Tyler knew would make them both cum if they kept it up much longer.

He pulled away, panting for breath, and took Joe's face in his hands. "Please let me fuck you."

Joe gasped and panted, staring at Tyler for a moment. He then closed his eyes and whispered, "Not here."

That was all that Tyler needed. He pulled Joe into another kiss and then spun them around so he could unlock and open the bathroom door. He poked his head out into the hall to check that no one was there and then he walked out, heading across the landing, down the stairs and straight out of the front door onto the lawn. He didn't have to turn around or look over his shoulder to know that Joe was right behind him.

When they were out on the street they continued to walk in silence but they were side by side and kept glancing at each other every now and then, a silent communication passing between them, the tension and anticipation for what was about to happen building with every step they took closer to Tyler's house.

Tyler couldn't get his front door open quick enough. He had taken his keys out a block before they even got to his house so he was ready. As soon as the front door swung open he took Joe by the hand, dragged him into the house and slammed the door shut behind them, making sure to drop the latch so that no one could get in without the right keys.

When he turned around he saw Joe staring at him and without words they came together, throwing their arms around each other as their lips met with more desire and passion than either had ever felt before. They almost hurt each other they were kissing so hard.

"Fuck..." Tyler moaned when they broke apart.

"Fuck..." Joe agreed.

They launched at each other again, their tongues clashing, dancing around each other, slipping from one mouth into the other and back again. When their arms weren't wrapped around each other, pulling each other closer so their hard bodies and dicks rubbed together, creating an amazing friction through their clothes, they were pawing at each other, trying to feel every inch of the other they could.

The next time they broke away, needing to breathe, Tyler took Joe's hand in his and led him up the stairs to his bedroom. When he got to the door he paused and looked at his bed for a long moment, realizing it was the first time he was going to have sex in his own bed. That thought excited him even more and he pulled Joe into a hot kiss as they stepped over the threshold and began to strip while they made out.

Tyler moaned when he felt the bare flesh of Joe's chest against the palms of his hands. It felt like it had been so long since he had touched that body, since he had been able to caress those muscles. He wanted to make the most of it.

He pushed Joe away from him a little so he could get a good look at the tight muscles that lined Joe's stomach and at the firm pecs that filled his hands perfectly. Joe was so hot that it almost overwhelmed Tyler, but he managed to hold himself together long enough for him to bend down, placing kisses across Joe's chest, zeroing in on those two gorgeous nipples that were standing erect, just waiting for his tongue.

"Oh fuck, Tyler!" Joe moaned, placing his hand on the back of Tyler's head as his nipple was teased with the tip of Tyler's tongue.

Any doubts Joe had in his mind were erased with the way Tyler was making him feel. He couldn't believe how different it felt to be with Tyler compared to the girls he had slept with both before and after their first encounter. Girls never paid this much attention to his body. They appreciated his muscles and the work that went in to getting them. They liked to run their hands over his body, especially when he was inside them. But there was something about the way Tyler, a guy who was built even bigger than he was, basically worshipped his body, thinking he was sexy and taking a more submissive role to give him pleasure that heightened the whole experience for Joe.

Satisfied that he had given both nipples the attention they deserved, Tyler licked his way down Joe's abs, kissing each one and then tracing them with his tongue. Joe was growling and Tyler could feel the vibrations in the tip of his tongue as he continued down, making Joe scream when he dipped into his belly button and shiver when he bit at the waistband of his shorts.

Tyler didn't wait for permission, he just yanked Joe's shorts down to his ankles and Joe quickly stepped out of them. Joe's big, hard, eight inch cock sprung up and Tyler was actually disappointed that it didn't slap him in the face.

Joe's dick was even more beautiful than Tyler remembered and he let his eyes take it in. They travelled up and down the long shaft, amazed by how thick it looked. He couldn't wait to get it in his mouth and he licked his lips when he saw the drop of precum shining from the tip.

Leaning forward, he let his tongue slip out of his mouth and he gently brushed it over the top of Joe's dick, moaning at the explosion in his taste buds while Joe shivered at the contact of the tongue on his cock.

Instead of diving right in, Tyler reached up and took Joe's dick in his hand, feeling the weight of it against his palm. He moved his hand up and down, stroking the shaft a few times and then wrapped his fingers around the base, leaning in so he could slap it against his cheek.

The whack on the side of his face from Joe's big cock impressed Tyler more than he remembered. It felt huge and there were still a few inches encased in his fist. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to have it in his mouth.

"Holy shit!" Joe screamed as Tyler wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, swirling his tongue around, lapping up all the precum that had been leaking from the slit.

Joe feared that his legs were going to give out. He couldn't believe how good Tyler's mouth felt on his cock. His memories didn't do the feeling justice. It was better than anything he had felt, possibly in his whole life.

Tyler had started by just focusing on the top of Joe's cock, savouring the taste of his juices, but every time he swiped his tongue against Joe's dick, feeling the heat in it, feeling how hard and yet also how soft it was in his mouth, it made him hungry for more and he began to bob his head, using his tongue to lick the underside while his lips caressed the rest.

"Oh yeah, Ty! Suck my dick!" Joe moaned, reaching down to place his hand on Tyler's head. He rubbed it softly, wanting to encourage Tyler as he moved down to take more than half of his cock in his mouth.

Hearing how much Joe loved what he was doing spurred Tyler on and he worked harder, bobbing his head faster, twisting it from side to side, even working the part of the shaft that wasn't in his mouth with his hand as he pushed down and tried to get the whole thing in his throat.

"So good..." Joe groaned, gripping Tyler's hair tighter.

Joe then started moving his hips, still holding on to Tyler's hair so that he was now in control. He pulled Tyler's head back slightly so that Tyler looked up at him with his mouth open, Joe's cock lying on his tongue, and then Joe thrust forward, watching his cock disappear between Tyler's lips.

"Oh yeah, that's it. That's it, Ty," Joe gasped as he pulled Tyler's head closer to him and thrust forward, burying his cock in Tyler's mouth.

Tyler thought he would hate being used like that, but letting Joe take over and control the pace, having Joe actively fucking his mouth, wanting it, instead of just letting Tyler blow him was a huge turn on and he felt himself growing close to his orgasm even though he still had his shorts on and he hadn't touched himself yet.

Joe echoed his thoughts when he said, "I'm gonna cum!"

Tyler quickly pulled back, using his superior strength to break free of Joe's grip. Part of him wanted to keep sucking, to keep working Joe's cock until he was rewarded with Joe's load; he really wanted to taste it from the source. But then he thought that if he let Joe cum it might end their fun and there was a lot more he wanted to do yet so he reluctantly let the throbbing dick fall from his mouth and got back to his feet.

"Oh man, come on, I was so close," Joe complained, reaching down to stroke his cock.

Tyler stopped him, holding his hand, a smile brightening his face. "I know, but I don't want you to cum yet."

He leaned in to kiss Joe and his dick jumped and pulsed when Joe's tongue met his and then slipped into his mouth. He knew that Joe had to be tasting his own precum from the amount that he had been swallowing and it only seemed to make Joe want more, kissing him harder.

They continued to make out and Tyler was amazed to feel Joe's hands go to his hips, just holding on for a second, pulling their bodies together, before he slipped his fingers under the waistband of Tyler's shorts and pushed them to the floor, wanting him naked.

Tyler bit Joe's bottom lip when they parted this time, pulling at it a little with his teeth before he let go and leaned back enough so they could look into each other's eyes. They held each other close and their cocks were throbbing against each other, Joe's still slick from Tyler's saliva.

"This is your last chance to say stop," Tyler said, looking into Joe's eyes for any hint of hesitation.

Joe nodded and looked away for a moment, knowing what Tyler meant. He could walk away now before they went too far, but that would likely mean the end of their friendship, they had crossed a line they could never go back over. The other option was to stay. If he stayed he was getting fucked.

"I'm not going anywhere," Joe finally said.

The words were barely out of his mouth when Tyler picked him up and carried him the rest of the way to the bed, throwing him down onto the mattress and immediately climbing on top of him. He pushed Joe's legs apart and slid between them, pressing their bodies together, running first his chest and then his abs over Joe's throbbing cock, continuing until they were face-to-face, cock-to-cock, tongue-to-tongue.

Joe groaned into Tyler's mouth. He threw his head back but Tyler followed him so they never broke apart as they continued to make out. He then wrapped his arms around Tyler's big body, one hand moving downwards so it was soon cupping Tyler's amazing muscular ass, the other moving up until it was in Tyler's hair, holding their faces together.

With Tyler's cock pressed against his, sliding back and forth, the shafts moving together, the heads kissing and caressing, precum leaking from both tips, making their movement easier and gathering in a small pool on his abs, Joe felt something he had never experienced before and it made him light headed, his whole body tingling, every hair on end.

The blow job from Tyler had felt incredible; having the big jock on his knees, sucking his dick, sending pleasure throughout his body. It had brought him to the edge and he knew if it had continued that he would have blown his load. But this was something else entirely. He was on the edge, teetering right on the verge, his cock pulsing, throbbing, vibrating, begging to cum but somehow unable to. He felt like he was on the top of a cliff, looking down on his orgasm and the sea of cum that he would fall into, but he was attached to a bungee cord that only let him go so far before pulling him back. It was both excruciating and exquisite at the same time.

When Tyler pulled back they were both panting. He sat up and threw his head back so he was looking up at the ceiling. His own body was shaking with the feelings that were passing through it and it took him a moment to realize that in the new position Joe's dick was pressed against his ass, right between his cheeks.

Tyler looked down at Joe, making eye contact and then he leaned forward, placing his hands on Joe's firm chest, continuing to stare as he moved his hips, grinding his ass against Joe's rock hard cock, feeling it slide back and forth in his crack, so big, too big he thought, and yet he still found himself wanting it inside him.

That could wait for another day though. He would let Joe fuck him any time he wanted. Right now he needed to be back inside him, needed to feel that tight ass wrap itself around his cock, massaging it, squeezing it, milking the cum out of it.

He moved off Joe's body and then grabbed on to Joe's hips, flipping him over so he was lying on his stomach. Joe started to move, thinking that Tyler wanted him on his hands and knees, but Tyler had other ideas for the moment. He pushed Joe back down and climbed on top of him, covering Joe's body with his own. He pressed their legs together, put his chest against Joe's back and slid his hands up Joe's arms until they were gripping his hands, holding them. He then lowered his face to Joe's shoulder and placed kisses along it, moving on until his lips were pecking at Joe's neck. The moans escaping Joe's mouth were nothing compared to the one he let out when Tyler pressed his hips against his ass, placing his hard cock right into Joe's crack, slipping it between the cheeks; the perfect fit.

Still kissing Joe's neck, Tyler pushed his hips forward, moving his dick back and forth through Joe's crack, slowly humping against him. Joe trembled beneath him when the cock brushed against his hole and then Tyler was amazed to feel Joe moving his hips, pushing back, working with Tyler to find a rhythm, both moaning now, remembering what it was like in the motel room, wanting that again.

Tyler was tempted to reach down, take hold of his cock and guide it to Joe's tight hole, hoping the precum that was leaking out of his tip would be enough to lubricate his entry. But he wanted something else more.

He had been dreaming about Joe's ass for weeks, picturing it pretty much every time he closed his eyes, thinking about it at night, remembering how it looked, how it felt, not just on his cock but in his hands, against his face. He licked his lips and quickly climbed off Joe, pulling him to his knees.

Tyler sat back on his haunches behind Joe, his eyes taking in the beauty of the hot, tight, muscular ass in front of him. He saw Joe look back over his shoulder expectantly, wanting to see what Tyler was doing, but then he quickly buried his face in the sheets and pillow when Tyler dove down and buried his face between the cheeks, his tongue searching out Joe's hole.

"OH FUCK!" Joe screamed. The shiver caused by the feeling of Tyler's tongue lapping and poking at his hole sent a quiver through him that made his arms and legs wobble, threatening to collapse.

"Oh God! Eat my ass, Ty, eat my fucking ass," Joe panted as Tyler continued his assault, driving his tongue forward, circling the hole and then pushing right against it, willing it to open.

The sound of Joe's moans and his pleas to keep eating his ass turned Tyler on even more and he felt precum actually dripping from his cock onto the sheets below. He had never been so hyped, had never wanted to do something so badly before in his life and it motivated him more than any speech Coach would ever give before a practice or a game. He put more effort into giving Joe the greatest rim job he possibly could than he had put into anything else before and he was rewarded by Joe pushing his ass back against his face, wanting that tongue deeper, wanting it to fuck him, his moans, squeals and whimpers filling the room as the ultimate validation.

"Oh God..." Joe whimpered, his toes beginning to curl. "Oh God... Oh fuck me..."

Tyler pulled back from Joe's ass, wiping his face with the back of his hand. There was the slightest taste of chlorine lingering on his tongue from when Joe had been in the pool but somehow that just added to the whole experience. He wasn't sure he had actually heard Joe say the words he thought he did or if it was just him hoping he had.

Joe was panting hard, his whole body rising and falling with each breath. His hole twitched, feeling the cool air against it without Tyler's warm tongue there bathing it in saliva. His mind was filled with a fog, all thoughts forgotten other than what they were doing right there in that room at that moment in time.

He groaned and pushed himself up, looking back over his shoulder at the lust filled face of Tyler. "Fuck me."

Tyler's body shivered from hearing those words, having thought they would never come out of Joe's mouth again, but at the same time a growl rumbled up from deep inside his chest and a fire blazed behind his eyes. He practically jumped across the room, pulled open the bottom drawer of his nightstand so hard and fast he almost ripped it off its runner, grabbed his lube, a brand new bottle after he had used up the other jerking off just thinking of this moment, and then hopped back up onto the bed.

Joe was still in the same position on his hands and knees, waiting to see what Tyler would do next. He gasped when instead of lube or a finger he felt Tyler's cock being pressed against his hole again. Tyler pushed on Joe's hole a couple of times with the tip of his cock and then slapped his dick against Joe's ass, the sound of the heavy cock on the firm ass cheek filled the room.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, Joe," Tyler said, popping the cap on the lube.

Joe gasped when he felt the cold liquid splash against the skin just above his ass, running down into his crack and over his hole. Suddenly the situation he was in dawned on him; he was being lubed up to get fucked. He could have panicked. He could have fled, pushing Tyler away from him and running out of the door. Instead he simply bit his lip and strengthened his stance, presenting his ass to Tyler. He needed Tyler's dick inside him. He had been fighting it for too long and he knew when to admit defeat. But it wasn't just that he needed to get fucked to scratch an itch inside him, he realized for the first time that he truly WANTED to get fucked.

Joe was brought out of his thoughts by his own shriek as Tyler's slick index finger first grazed his hole, then flicked back and forth across it before circling around and finally pressing inwards, stretching the sphincter as it pushed inside.

"Oh fuck..." Joe whimpered, his toes curling again.

He had fingered his ass to get off when he had been fucking the girl the previous week, and he had done so again in the shower a few days later as he jerked off thinking about how good it had felt when Tyler had fucked him, but nothing compared to the strong, thick finger that slid inside him now, moving deeper, with more purpose, with more accuracy.

Tyler eased the finger slowly in, not wanting to cause Joe any discomfort or do anything that might make him want to back out. When the finger was in to the second knuckle and Joe still didn't complain, only moaning in what sounded like pleasure, Tyler pushed the rest in, leaving it deep for a moment before pulling it back out and sliding it back in.

The goal to begin with was simply to open Joe up, to make it easier for his cock to penetrate that tight hole, so he didn't search out the prostate and actually tried not to go near it. He continued pushing a single finger in and out until it just glided back and forth easily and then he gently sank a second in beside it, twisting his fingers, stretching and opening the hole.

When he was satisfied, Tyler turned his hand over and curled his finger around. He knew the second that he found Joe's prostate because Joe yelped, bucked back onto his hand, shivered and then buried his face in the sheets.

Tyler pulled his fingers out of Joe's ass and slapped the cheek, making Joe jump and leaving behind a handprint in lube. He then poured more of the liquid into his hand and slathered it all over the shaft of his cock, making sure every inch was slick.

When he figured they were both ready, Tyler moved back in behind Joe and let his dick rest in the crack of Joe's ass. He pulled back slightly so that the head was just pressing against Joe's hole, which was twitching and clenching, trying to pull him in, and then he turned the bottle of lube upside down, letting some fall out onto the spot where his cock met Joe's ass, rubbing the lube back and forth across Joe's hole, and then he threw the bottle aside and pushed forward, watching amazed as the head slipped straight in.

"Oh fuck!" Joe squealed, arching his back, the sudden intrusion startling him.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked, holding his dick still, amazed himself by how quickly that had happened.

Joe couldn't speak but he turned his head to look at Tyler and nodded, the only sounds in the room were his panting breaths. He couldn't believe he had Tyler's dick inside him again, even if it was just the head, but it felt good. There was no pain, just the strange feeling of being stretched open, filled by something his body wasn't expecting to be there.

Instead of Tyler pushing deeper, it was Joe who began to push back first, easing himself back onto Tyler's cock, gasping as he felt the walls of his ass move to accommodate it.

Tyler was in heaven, this is what he had been waiting for, what he had been thinking about for weeks, what he had been dreaming of. He was inside Joe again and there was no place he would rather be. He watched his dick get swallowed by Joe's ass, sliding in like it was meant to be there. But the best thing was that Joe was doing it himself, he was pushing back, he wanted Tyler's dick inside him.

Needing more, Tyler took Joe's hips in his hands and gently pushed the rest of his cock inside, burying it balls deep in Joe's ass, all seven inches lodged firmly inside Joe's body once again.

"Fuck Joe," Tyler said, still not moving. He held his dick in deep, enjoying the feeling of Joe's ass as it clamped down on his cock, massaging it. "Your ass is squeezing my dick so tight. It feels incredible."

Joe smiled, glad that it was feeling as good for Tyler as it was for him. He didn't know how it would feel to have Tyler back inside him, he was scared of what it meant for them to do it again, but now that he was there, impaled on Tyler's cock, all he thought about was how much he had missed that feeling, how badly he had wanted it again, and how complete it made him feel.

"Fuck me," Joe said, but it was more like a demand. "Fuck me."

Tyler smiled and slowly slid his dick back out of Joe's ass, careful not to pull back too far and slip out. It was only when he pushed back in, watching his dick disappear into Joe's ass that he realized he had gone in bareback again. He knew they should be more careful, especially if they were fucking other people, but in the moment he didn't care, Joe's ass felt amazing on his raw cock and knowing he was going to shoot his load inside Joe, filling him with cum again, really excited him.

Joe's back arched as Tyler's cock penetrated him again. He felt every inch of it as it pushed its way inside him, filling him so full. He couldn't believe how good it felt.

When Tyler withdrew again, almost immediately after he had pushed all the way in, Joe felt the ridge around the head of Tyler's bare cock graze the walls of his ass as it was dragged backwards. That felt almost as good as it going in.

For the next few minutes both Tyler and Joe were reduced to little more than moans and whimpers as Tyler continued moving his cock inside Joe's ass. He started off by using the whole length of his dick to stroke Joe's insides, long-dicking him. After a few more thrusts Tyler picked up the pace, withdrawing just half of his cock before he rammed it back in, his hips slapping against Joe's ass as he held on and started to fuck.

Joe was in complete ecstasy, clawing at the bed sheets, gripping them in his fists. Everything he had felt in that motel room, everything he remembered about that night, was there again as Tyler fucked him. It wasn't a one off, this is what it would always feel like with Tyler inside him and he knew he could become addicted to it.

Tyler's cock felt so hard as it sliced its way into Joe's guts, pummelling his insides as Tyler once again picked up the pace, drilling him hard now, making him scream but also constantly shout out "yes" as he pushed back, forcing that dick deeper inside him, taking it like champion.

As Tyler continued to pump his dick into Joe's ass he ran his hands all over Joe's back, loving the muscles on the more slender body. He then bent down to kiss between Joe's shoulders, moving in closer so his thighs were pressed against the backs of Joe's, which made Joe feel like Tyler was going even deeper.

Feeling the body contact and the way their legs touched made Tyler want more but he didn't want to pull out or change position. At first he was going to shift his weight around so he could perch himself over the top of Joe, allowing him to hammer his cock down into the hot bottom beneath him, but then he had another idea, putting his hands on Joe's shoulders and pulling him up until Joe's back was against his chest, his ass still fully impaled on his cock.

Joe moaned as Tyler continued to fuck him, feeling the dick being driven really deep, so deep he thought it was poking the back of his abs, even though he knew that was impossible. He moaned even louder when Tyler wrapped his arms around his body, running his hands up and down, feeling and squeezing his pecs, caressing his abs, and then the ultimate pleasure of Tyler's strong hand wrapped around his throbbing, leaking cock, which hadn't gone down since they were in the bathroom at the party and was begging for release.

"Oh God, yeah, Ty," Joe gasped. "Fuck me and jerk me at the same time. Make me cum."

Those words stoked the fire inside of Tyler so it was red hot. It was now his mission to make Joe cum, to blow his mind and make him never doubt whether or not they should ever fuck again; he would want it, need it, come begging for it.

Tyler moved his head, kissing Joe's neck as one hand held onto his hip to give him the leverage needed to keep fucking Joe's ass and the other reached around to stroke Joe's dick in time with his thrusts.

Joe's body quickly started moving to the same beat as Tyler's and they worked together for the most incredible fuck. Tyler thrust into Joe as Joe pushed back and then withdrew as Joe pulled away. His dick slid out of Joe's ass while Joe's cock was plunged through the hole made by Tyler's fist and then glided back through as Joe was speared on Tyler's cock.

"Holy shit, Ty, holy shit, I'm gonna cum!" Joe screamed, slamming his ass back onto Tyler's cock, wanting it as deep inside him as possible when his own cock exploded.

Tyler let go of Joe's dick and put his hand flat on Joe's stomach, pulling his ass onto his cock. He shifted his hips just slightly and Joe squealed as Tyler's cock crashed into his prostate, sending him flying over the edge, spraying the sheets with the biggest load of cum he had ever shot.

The only thing Tyler could do was grunt as Joe's ass clamped down on his cock, squeezing it, so tight it pulled his own trigger, sending him into a mind-blowing orgasm where he felt like he could feel his load travelling up his shaft before it fired out into Joe's ass, coating the walls with thick white cum.

When his orgasm ended, Joe collapsed onto the mattress, not caring that he was lying in a puddle of his own cum. His ass was still twitching and had Tyler's cock in a vice grip, dragging Tyler with him so that Tyler was now lying on his back, both of them quivering and panting as their bodies tried to recover, Tyler still deep inside Joe.

For the next three minutes they lay there together, Joe feeling the weight of Tyler on his back but not actually wanting him to pull out of his ass while his cock was still hard. It was only when Tyler's dick was soft enough to slip out of Joe that he rolled off him, crumpling to the mattress beside him.

Another two minutes passed before either of them could speak. It was Tyler who went first. "How do you feel?"

"Fucked," Joe chuckled.

Tyler laughed with him and then reached out, pulling Joe to him. He thought that Joe would try to fight him or would move away, but he didn't. Joe shuffled up so he was next to Tyler and put his head on Tyler's bicep, turning his body so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"I can't believe we just did that again," Joe sighed.

"I know, but it felt so good," Tyler replied. "Why were we fighting that?"

"Fuck Ty, it felt amazing but it still messes with my head," Joe admitted.

"Try not to think about it," Tyler offered.

"How can I not think about it?" Joe asked. "The best sex I've ever had, the best orgasm I've ever had, has been when I've had your dick inside me. Twice. What does that mean?"

"It just means that we can have great sex together," Tyler replied. "Nothing else has to change."

"How can you say that?" Joe asked. "How can either of us ever claim to be straight if we keep having sex?"

"I told you I hate labels," Tyler said. "I don't care what anyone else thinks, Joe, this isn't about them, it's about us. It's about what we want. It's about what we can do for each other, to each other."

"I'm not gay, Ty," Joe said. "But how can I be straight when I love getting fucked?"

Tyler chuckled, "Because it feels good."

"How would you know?" Joe asked.

"Because I can feel what you've done to my sheets," Tyler replied.

It was Joe's turn to laugh now and he playfully punched Tyler's chest. "I'm serious, Ty. What does this mean?"

"Why does it have to mean anything?" Tyler asked. "Are you attracted to me? Do you want to date me?"

"No," Joe shook his head. "I mean, I guess you look okay, but..."

"Thanks!" Tyler smiled.

"You know what I mean," Joe replied.

"You're not in love with me," Tyler stated. "You don't want to marry me and have my babies."

"Exactly," Joe said, "Even if you tried real hard to get me pregnant just now."

Tyler laughed again and placed a kiss on Joe's forehead. Hearing Joe joke about them having sex was exactly what he wanted. He didn't want the drama and the tension. He just wanted them to enjoy each other and not let it be a big deal.

"Look, Ty, I'm not sure we should do this again," Joe said.

"Why not?" Tyler asked, feeling his heart sink.

"Because if we do it again I'm not sure we'll be able to stop," Joe admitted.

"Is that a bad thing?" Tyler smirked.

"Ty..." Joe warned.

With the smile still on his face, Tyler shifted his body and was quickly on top of Joe, pinning him down to the mattress. He leaned in close and stared into Joe's eyes.

"Would you say no if I wanted to fuck you again right now?" Tyler asked.

"Ty..." Joe gasped.

"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you again," Tyler continued, his dick getting hard.

"Ty..." Joe whimpered.

Tyler used his legs to push Joe's apart and then reached down to position his dick against Joe's still gaping hole.

"Tell me to stop," Tyler said.

Joe didn't move, didn't say another word, he just stared up at Tyler with his mouth hanging open, his own dick getting hard again.

"Tell me you don't want this," Tyler said, but before Joe could reply he pushed forward, sliding his dick into Joe's lube and cum lined hole.

Joe gasped, his back arching as he felt Tyler's cock slice its way through his body again, plunging straight in. He moaned as Tyler held it deep and then thrust back and forth a few times. Finally he whimpered when Tyler pulled back, drawing his cock all the way out of his ass, leaving it feeling empty.

Joe stared up at Tyler and then closed his eyes, knowing what he was about to do, what it meant for the future. He sighed, "Put it back in me."

"What?" Tyler asked, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Joe opened his eyes, glared at Tyler and ordered, "Fuck me!"

Tyler's smile was so wide it actually hurt his face. He dove down, planting his lips on Joe's and they made out while Joe wrapped his arms around Tyler's shoulders and his legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, Tyler slipped his cock back inside Joe's ass and started what he knew was going to be a very long round two...

Tyler's Story Will Continue...