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Tyler – Part 15

Tyler felt the bead of sweat as it ran down his forehead, he saw it dangling just above his eyebrow, and then he watched as it dripped from his face, sailing through the air as if in slow motion until it landed with a splat on Joe's bottom lip.

Joe's tongue slipped out, lapping at the salty fluid, his taste buds exploding, sending a shiver through him that made his dick jump and his ass tighten around Tyler's invading dick.

"Oh fuck!" Tyler groaned, thrusting in deep. "Your ass feels so good."

They were both panting, covered in sweat, moaning almost in unison every time Tyler buried himself balls deep in Joe's ass, their skin slapping together. They had been fucking for nearly twenty minutes, starting out with Joe on his hands and knees on the bed, inviting Tyler in, but Tyler had soon flipped him around, putting him on his back, spreading his legs and taking up position between them, nothing satisfying him quite as much as seeing the pleasure written all over Joe's face as he threw his head back or tossed it from side to side, writhing against the sheets, clutching them in his fists, sometimes just staring up at Tyler opened mouthed as the dick was driven into his ass, powering into him, fucking him totally and completely.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Joe moaned between breaths, the pleasure coursing through his body as Tyler's dick sank in, caressing every nerve ending in his ass, teasing that spot inside him over and over again, threatening to push him over the edge but never quite taking him there.

Tyler buried his face in Joe's neck, kissing the soft, moist skin as he continued to pump his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of Joe, trying to hold out a little longer, not wanting to cum just yet, even though he was tiring.

Joe's arms and legs wrapped around Tyler's body, holding him close but they were also good for leverage as he started pushing himself up at the same time as he tried to pull Tyler into him. It took a moment but the two quickly settled into a rhythm, moving together to achieve maximum penetration.

Tyler felt like he was in heaven. He knew if his body could hold on he could have fucked Joe forever, never pulling out. But the reality was that he was close and he wanted to savour every moment of having Joe in his bed again.

After the party on Friday night, when they had hurried back to the house, Joe finally giving in to his desires and urges, letting Tyler fuck him again, Tyler had worried that he would be met with the same reaction as he had gotten the first time they had fallen into bed together. When Joe seemed to be okay with it Tyler was relieved but there was still a part of him that feared a delayed reaction once the euphoria wore off.

When Joe hadn't pushed him away and actually invited Tyler to fuck him the second time, Tyler had made the most of it, knowing he wouldn't cum quickly, having shot a load less than thirty minutes earlier. He slid back inside Joe and flipped him into every position he could think of, starting off with Joe on his back, staring down into his eyes, then moving them on to their sides, over onto their hands and knees, rising up so they were both standing beside the bed, before finally sinking back into missionary again where they had stared into each other's eyes as they both came at the same time, Joe shooting between their bodies, Tyler exploding deep within Joe's ass, filling him even more.

Afterwards they had lay together, panting and staring at the ceiling, both overwhelmed by the pleasure they had felt, never having cum that hard before with anyone, even during their own previous two times together. They had barely spoken a word, but Joe didn't protest when Tyler pulled him close and snuggled up against him, spooning into his back, their naked bodies pressed against each other as they drifted into a contented sleep.

They were still in the same position the next morning when Tyler heard his Mom arrive home from her shift at the hospital. His heart had pounded in his chest as he listened to her climb the stairs, wondering what he would do if she decided to look in on them, but he sighed with relief when he heard her bedroom door close. His heart didn't stop pounding though because he then thought about what might happen when Joe woke up to find them still locked in an embrace.

The thoughts disappeared as he slipped back into sleep and when he woke up again it was to the feeling of Joe wriggling against him, trying to free himself from Tyler's arms. Tyler was worried he might be trying to run away again but then Joe spoke desperately.

"Tyler, let me go. I really need to pee and I'm not sure I can hold your cum in for much longer either," Joe pleaded.

Tyler burst out laughing as he let go of Joe and watched him leap out of bed, sprinting for the adjoining bathroom. He waited until he heard the flow of Joe's pee stop before he got up, walking into the bathroom just as the toilet flushed.

"That is one thing I will never get used to," Joe smiled as Tyler entered.

"You might have to," Tyler laughed. "It's worth it for what comes before."

Joe looked at him for a moment and then cracked up. "I should try to deny that, but you're right. It was amazing but damn my ass hurts right now. You didn't exactly go easy on me."

"You didn't want me to," Tyler protested.

"Hey, if I'm gonna get fucked by a guy I might as well take it like one," Joe said, surprising Tyler by how okay he seemed with what had happened.

"You liked it then?" Tyler asked.

Joe laughed, "Yeah, as if you couldn't tell. I still don't feel the emotion I probably should but I can't say that it doesn't feel good because it does. I'm still trying to deal with everything that's going on in my head right now but I can't argue against what my body feels. I thought it might feel feminine, letting you fuck me again, but the way you do it, even when I'm on my back, it doesn't. I feel like a man getting fucked by a man. There's this rush I can't explain."

"So you'll let me do it again?" Tyler asked, his eyebrow raised. He took a step closer to Joe.

"Not right now I won't," Joe said, backing away with his hand up to stop Tyler. "I don't think my ass could handle it."

Tyler laughed and put his hands up to show his surrender. "Okay, we can at least shower together though, right?"

Joe shook his head before nodding it. "Yeah, okay. I think there are a few places I need you to clean where I can't reach."

"Sounds promising," Tyler grinned.

Joe playfully punched Tyler on the arm and stepped into the shower as Tyler went to get two towels from a cabinet. They washed each other without things getting sexual, Joe never actually touching Tyler's cock, and then stepped out to dry themselves. After they had both brushed their teeth, Joe using the spare brush he always kept at Tyler's, they got dressed and headed down for some breakfast, making sure to keep the noise down so they wouldn't wake Tyler's Mom.

The rest of the day went like countless other Saturdays had in the past. They ate together while they laughed and joked and talked about all kinds of things, from sports to the girls at the party the night before. After that Joe went home to get changed but he was back quickly, ready to work out as they hit the gym in Tyler's garage. They then wound down with some video games before heading out to enjoy the sun with a game of basketball on the driveway. It was like nothing had ever changed between them and sex was never brought up. Joe even stayed over that night and they slept in the same bed, where nothing happened but some playful tickling and poking, which they had done since they were little boys, designed to make the other laugh. All of the tension that had been so heavy between them was gone and they were back to just being best friends, with some added benefits.

Tyler hammered down into Joe, enjoying the new benefits that came with their friendship. He had hooked Joe's legs with his arms and had pushed them up toward his chest, lifting his ass off the bed without his dick ever slipping out. The new position gave Tyler even more leverage to drill deep into Joe's ass, making him scream out with each full plunge.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Joe," Tyler growled. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yeah!" Joe screamed. "Shoot it in me!"

Tyler's lips curled up into a smile with the request, showing how far Joe had come in such a short amount of time, but he still remembered what it had taken to get Joe back into his bed, how much work it had been. It should have been easier.

At school that morning things had been back to normal. Tyler and Joe greeted each other in the parking lot with the fist bump they had stolen from The Shield in WWE and then they had met up with the rest of their buddies, heading into the building for a day of classes. Throughout the day Tyler's eyes had kept meeting Joe's and they couldn't help but smile at each other as a secret message was passed back and forth between them, a new level of understanding that no one else would be able to comprehend.

After school Joe had followed Tyler home, wanting to make the most of an empty house, but as Tyler offered Joe a drink and they settled down in front of the TV to play a video game, Tyler wondered why they weren't up in his bedroom, really enjoying their time together. He kept glancing at Joe and soon noticed that Joe was fidgeting in his seat and on more than one occasion reached down to adjust what Tyler was pretty certain was at least a semi-hard dick in his pants, but Joe still wouldn't say anything or make the first move. A few times Joe would look at Tyler and open his mouth as if he was going to say something, but every time he turned back to the game Tyler felt his heart sink. He knew that Joe was horny. He knew that Joe probably wanted to fuck. He also knew that Joe wasn't ready to come straight out and ask for it. Once again Tyler would have to take the lead.

Pausing the game, Tyler didn't wait for Joe to respond before he took the controller out of his hand, laid it on the sofa, and led Joe up the stairs to his bedroom where they stripped off, passionately embraced and fell onto the bed where they still were now, Tyler driving his cock into Joe's ass at a fevered pace as his balls tightened up, getting ready to explode.

"Here it comes!" Tyler screamed, throwing his head back as he felt his load surging up through his cock and erupting out of the head, sending the hot fluids shooting into Joe's ass.

"I can feel it!" Joe screamed back, his toes curling, his teeth biting into his bottom lip, as he jerked his cock so fast it almost hurt until he too blasted, painting his body with cum.

Tyler collapsed back to the bed, exhausted, his softening dick slipping out of Joe's ass with a slurping sound from the huge load he had shot in there. He wondered if Coach knew how much of a workout you could get and how much sweat you could produce during a good fuck; but then of course he did, Coach was in his late 30s, built like a Viking god, and he and his wife were well on their way to making a whole football team of their own.

When he rolled over after a few minutes to look at Joe, Tyler couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" Joe asked, looking over at Tyler, his hair stuck to his forehead.

"You look fucked," Tyler laughed.

"Yeah, I have been," Joe smiled.

With a sigh and quite a bit of effort he pulled himself up off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Tyler lying on the mattress, thinking about how good things were between them now.

Those thoughts quickly came to an end when Joe walked out of the bathroom, drying himself with a towel after he had washed the cum off his stomach with a washcloth. He walked straight to his boxers and started pulling them on as Tyler looked on, confused.

"I've got to get going, Ty," Joe said as he pulled on his pants. "Mom and Dad have to go to Kev's parents' evening so I have to look after Phil and Trev for a couple of hours."

Tyler said nothing as he continued to watch Joe get dressed, finding his shirt and then sitting down on the bed to put his socks and shoes back on. He loved how much Joe cared for his little brothers; Kevin was ten, Phillip was four and Trevor was just two. But he also hated that Joe was leaving so quickly after sex because it felt like it cheapened the experience. It felt like a fuck and run.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," Joe said, jumping up from the bed. He was out of the door before Tyler could reply.

When the front door slammed to signal that Joe had grabbed his bag and left, Tyler lay back against his pillows, looking around his room like he was searching for an answer that would clue him in as to what had just happened.

Part of him was happy because the exchange after their sex had been so casual and Joe clearly wasn't bothered by it, meaning it would definitely happen again. But at the same time there was a part of him, a big part that was disappointed by how things had gone because as good as the sex was and as happy as he was with getting to be with Joe again he had wanted more from their encounters than just a quick fuck.

He also wanted Joe to do something, to take the lead. As he laid there and thought about what had happened it began to bug him that Joe hadn't just come out and said what he wanted, hadn't made the first move and told Tyler that he came over because he was horny and wanted to fuck. If Tyler hadn't read the signs they would have probably done nothing but play video games until Joe left, even though he had clearly wanted more. What would it take to get Joe to open up and just say the words, to ask for Tyler's cock?

Speaking of Tyler's cock, he couldn't help but feel like it had been neglected or ignored. He let his fingers gently run up and down the length of the flaccid shaft, thinking that while he had got to put it in Joe's ass when he fucked him, Joe still hadn't touched it, hadn't taken it in his hand to stroke it or in his mouth to suck it. Maybe that shouldn't bother him because he was getting to fuck Joe's ass, maybe he was being selfish in wishing that Joe would do to him what he was doing to Joe, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed that while Joe would kiss him with full tongues and would let him fuck him, hell Joe was going home right now with an ass full of cum, he still wouldn't do anything that was considered giving, he only received.

The idea of Joe's lips wrapped around his cock, of his dick sliding in and out of Joe's mouth while he looked down at him, made Tyler's dick start to rise again. He wanted to feel that and to see that so badly he started to wonder what he would have to do to make it happen, to get Joe to reciprocate.

Again he thought about how Joe had fidgeted on the sofa, how he had wanted so badly for them to fuck but hadn't been ready or willing to voice it. If he hadn't taken the lead and taken Joe upstairs, would Joe have eventually broken down and asked for it?

Maybe he would. Maybe Tyler had to test that theory. He knew Joe was hooked, he knew he would come back for more. But what if Tyler didn't give him what he wanted until he asked for it, until he begged for it? What could he get Joe to do before he gave him what he wanted?

With a smile on his face, Tyler got up from the bed and walked into the shower, turning it on cold to shock his body and soften his penis. He shivered but the smile still curled his lips. He hoped he could hold out long enough to get what he wanted.

That night as he lay in bed getting ready to sleep, Joe's scent drifted up from the sheets and the pillow next to him, filling his nostrils with that special aroma that had come to mean so much to him. His dick was rock hard at the thought of Joe lying next to him but as badly as he wanted to reach down to touch it, as badly was he wanted to stroke it until he blew his load, he knew that he needed to wait. He put his arms above the covers and closed his eyes, willing his cock to go down. He had to wait. He had to hold off. He needed to be desperate for it, just like Joe would be, and then he would accept nothing else.

The next morning was exactly the same as the one before. Tyler drove to school, parked his car, got out and greeted Joe and his other friends and chatted in the parking lot while they watched others arrive and waited for the bell to ring to signal the start of the school day.

Tyler wasn't sure what his friends were talking about since there were engrossed in a conversation about a television show that had been on the night before that he hadn't watched and had no real interest in. He heard the words but none of them really made sense to him so he turned his head and let his eyes roam across the people filing out of a bus across the lot. That's when he saw her; Anne-Marie Jenkins.

She was beautiful. She was taller than most of the girls in the school, easily six feet in height, and her long legs, slender and toned, stretched up from her ankle-high boots to the short skirt that covered less than half of her thighs. Her body curved in all of the right places and she had long blonde hair that fell effortlessly around her shoulders, seemingly adding to the shape of her face.

Tyler felt a stirring inside him as he looked at her that he hadn't felt since he first saw Nikki on Spring Break. Since then Joe had consumed his thoughts, his feelings and his desires to the point that no one else had truly mattered or interested him. Now that he had slept with Joe again and the issue was resolved, he was finding other people attractive, he was finding girls attractive again, and it felt like everything was right with the world. When he looked at Anne-Marie it was with more than just appreciation and acknowledgement for a work of art made of flesh, it was with lust. He wanted to be near her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her. He wanted to fuck her.

There was a bounce in his step and a lightness to his body as he headed toward the school building shortly after the bell had rung. The desire he felt for Anne-Marie, the confirmation that he was indeed bisexual and hadn't completely crossed the fence in his quest for something more with Joe, gave him a sense of peace and contentment that he hadn't felt in almost a month. He was the same person he was before any of this had started; he liked men, he liked women and he was happy.

After throwing his things in his locker and saying goodbye to his friends, Tyler was walking down the hallway to his first class when a big arm was thrown around his shoulder, the weight of it was the only thing that kept his feet on the ground as he jumped in surprise.

"Hey," a deep voice said.

Tyler turned his head and the first thing he saw was the blond hair, the same colour as he had just been admiring out in the parking lot. He half expected to see Anne-Marie staring back at him, but it was the blue eyes of her cousin that stared into his.

"Hi Cody," Tyler barely managed to whisper with a huge lump suddenly clogging his throat.

"How are you doing, buddy?" Cody asked with a huge smile that made Tyler feel a little weak. His teeth were perfect, his lips kissable.

"I'm good," Tyler nodded, unable to take his eyes from Cody's for a moment; the two stared at each other.

"I had a good time at the party," Cody said, hugging Tyler close, pulling their bodies tightly together so that Tyler only now registered the fact that Cody's arms were bare due to the sleeveless shirt he wore, his big bicep curled around his shoulder, the slightest tickle from his underarm hair against the back of Tyler's neck.

"Me too," Tyler whispered, his voice barely audible.

What was it about Cody that made him feel so nervous? Was it the fact that he was incredibly beautiful, a guy with a perfectly symmetrical face, whose features were the ideal size for his skull and situated in exactly the right places? Was it because his body was a heavenly mixture of hard muscles and soft flesh? No, it was none of those things. It was because Cody held some kind of power over him, a presence, an aura unlike anything Tyler had ever felt from another human being. It was like he gave off comforting warmth that relaxed Tyler's body and lowered any walls of resistance Tyler may try to put up. Tyler was drawn to him and knew he would give in to him, would do anything he asked. That's what frightened Tyler when it came to Cody; it's what put him on edge, because he knew if Cody made a move he would never be able to say no. He wouldn't want to.

"I enjoyed hanging out with you," Cody said now, although his voice sounded more like a seductive whisper in Tyler's ear. "We should do it again sometime."

Tyler didn't know what to say. He was usually quick witted and confident but Cody made him feel like a shy idiot and he found himself saying things he instantly regretted once the words left his lips.

"I don't know when the next party is," Tyler mumbled.

"We don't need a party to hang out," Cody laughed, his breath warm against Tyler's cheek.

"What about the girls?" Tyler asked, hating himself for sounding so stupid and for shuddering as Cody's breath sent shivers through his body.

"We don't need girls to enjoy ourselves," Cody smiled.

Tyler's mind nearly exploded with those words. Did that mean what he thought it meant? Was Cody coming on to him? Was he suggesting what he thought he was? Or was it Tyler's mind playing tricks, reading between lines that weren't even there, imagining things to fuel his own fantasies, a case of wishful thinking imposed on an innocent statement?

"You looked like you were having fun with that girl in the bathroom," Tyler squeaked, hating himself for sounding more like a ten-year-old boy than a seventeen-year-old young man.

Cody chuckled, which sent another strong tremor through Tyler's body. "You saw that? Yeah, that was fun. She was hot. And she was up for anything. You should have joined us. Then we could have really had some fun."

Tyler felt sweat beginning to rise on his face, his heart pounded hard in his chest and he felt like his breaths came in nothing more than small pants that made his throat dry. He felt like he might collapse.

"Goodwin, Jenkins, get to class now!" Coach's loud, booming voice startled Tyler, giving him the jolt he needed to regain his composure.

Cody's arm dropped from around Tyler's shoulder and they both looked behind them at the stern expression on Coach's face. There was nothing that terrified Tyler more than Coach's angry voice and that look in his eyes when he had fucked up. The man commanded respect and for a completely different reason to Cody he felt compelled to do whatever the man asked of him.

"Yes, Coach," Tyler nodded, barely short of a bow. His eyes caught Cody's for the briefest of moments and then he was gone, running down the hall out of sight.

Tyler was still panting and his heart beat rapidly as he sat down in his first class and fell back against the seat, staring at the ceiling instead of at the teacher as she began to talk. Finals were only a month away and he should have been concentrating hard, taking in everything he could so he wouldn't have to cram nearer to the tests but his mind wouldn't stop thinking about Cody and the words he had said, about the proposition Tyler was sure he had made.

As the teacher continued to talk, writing information on the board to go along with the slides she was showing to the class, Tyler pulled his phone out of his pocket, focused it on the teacher and pressed record so he could watch it back later and make notes. For the moment he busied himself writing out his thoughts about Cody, knowing he would have to destroy or burn the piece of paper when he was done.

He wrote down every word he could remember Cody saying, every little implication that had lingered in the air when they had been talking, not just earlier that day but at the party as well. He was convinced that Cody was interested in him, that he might be bisexual and that there was a good possibility that if they got together outside of school, just the two of them, they would end up in bed or at least fooling around. But then doubts started creeping into Tyler's mind. He couldn't fight the feeling that he was reading too much into everything that Cody had said, that he wished the gorgeous guy was gay and interested in him so he spun the words to sound like what he wanted them to mean, whether there was a chance of it ever happening or not.

The idea that Cody might be interested in him excited Tyler more than he thought it would and he stopped writing just to think. He thought about what they might do together. He wondered if Cody was the type to reciprocate, giving as good as he got, or if it would be one way like it had been with Joe. If it was one way, which way would it go? Would Cody take pleasure in servicing Tyler, in being his bottom boy and getting him off? Or would Cody be a total top, commanding Tyler to suck his dick and bend over just to satisfy his needs?

All of the options he pictured in his head made his dick throb beneath the desk. He wanted to be with Cody, even if it was just for a night, to see what he would do and to live the experience. Yes, he was fucking Joe but they were in no way in a relationship and definitely weren't exclusive so there was no reason why he couldn't take Cody up on his offer. But what if he was wrong?

Tyler closed his eyes, playing the scene out like a movie on the back of his eyelids. He saw himself sitting next to Cody on a sofa, the two playing a video game or watching a game on TV, maybe after a couple of drinks. He saw Cody make a joke, which both of them laughed at, and then their eyes lingered as they stared at each other. Then in slow motion, Tyler saw himself leaning in, closing the gap between them, pressing his lips against Cody's in a soft kiss. But then everything sped up so it was happening almost faster than Tyler could follow it. Cody had pushed him away with disgust and had swung his fist so quickly that Tyler hadn't seen it coming. The blow connected with his jaw, knocking him sideways so that he fell off the sofa, onto the floor, possibly hitting his head on the coffee table. While he tried to recover Cody had jumped down and swung again, aiming right for Tyler's face, which he struggled to cover, pounding away, beating the absolute holy hell out of Tyler, leaving him a bloody mess on the carpet as Cody delivered a boot to his ribs, spat on Tyler and walked away.

The cold shiver that ran down Tyler's spine coincided with the bell to end the class. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Cody reacting that way, feeling like he had actually taken that kick rather than having just imagined it. What would he do if that happened for real? What would he do if he made a move and had read all of the signals wrong? Would Cody out him to the world, ruining his life and career in the process? He couldn't be sure and as much as he hated it he knew it wasn't a risk worth taking. If Cody made a move he would happily go with it, but if he didn't Tyler was happy to leave it as a "what if?" scenario.

As he packed his things away, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to concentrate in his next class either, he thought about how much he hated the gay side of his feelings. It wasn't that he didn't like being attracted to men or that he wished he wasn't. He liked men and he couldn't imagine denying that part of him and never being with them sexually. What he hated was the fact that straight was the default, that everyone, male and female, was assumed to be straight and that in a lot of cases there was no way of telling who was and who wasn't. Coming onto a guy wasn't as simple as walking up to him and asking him out with no stigma attached and no repercussions if he said no, which is what it was usually like with a girl. Coming onto a guy could get you punched in the face if he wasn't gay and took offense. Coming onto a guy who wasn't gay could leave you humiliated and exposed, ridiculed and shamed. Coming onto a guy could get you beaten up, or even worse, killed. Why did it have to be so hard?

He made his way to his next class in what can only be described as a kind of trance. His body was on autopilot from having been through the same routine week in and week out for the past few months. He sat down and once again got lost in his thoughts, dwelling on the negatives and wishing things were different.

Before he knew it the second class was over and he wandered out into the hall. He was immediately greeted by Joe, who slapped him on the shoulder and smiled at him in a way that made Tyler feel warm inside. It was that silent communication that passed between them now they had been sleeping together, a secret only the two of them knew drawing them even closer together, strengthening their bond.

Thoughts of Cody and what might happen with him drifted away as Tyler got lost in the sound of Joe's voice, actually listening to the words he was saying as he talked about a trip Coach had planned to see a special exhibition football game that was being held at a local college the following week where one of Coach's old playing buddies ran the athletics department. The game was designed to showcase the sport to prospective students who would soon be applying for places and scholarships at those colleges; scouting only went so far in finding the best players so this year the two competing colleges were trying something different. Both Tyler and Joe talked excitedly about the prospect.

The next few classes flew by as normal, with Tyler making notes and understanding everything that was said, and soon the bell rang for lunch. Instead of heading straight to the cafeteria he decided to stop by his locker to drop off the heavy textbook he had needed for his history class; the weight was nothing to him really but it still left his traps feeling sore and a little stiff if he carried it around for too long.

He was almost at his locker when he saw the broad back and shoulders of Jake seemingly filling half of the hallway, his little buddy, Evan, almost clinging to his side, hanging off every word he said and staring up at him with the doe-eyed expression of someone who was head-over-heels in love and would believe anything he said. How other people didn't see it was beyond him, but then he was also a little jealous that Evan didn't have to hide his feelings, didn't have to pretend like he didn't want Jake, even if the stud wrestler had no idea himself. Evan could just be Evan. He went under the radar and no one cared. How Tyler wished he could be like that, doing what he wanted without everyone's eyes being on him. But then he wouldn't give up his dream of football glory for anyone.

As Tyler got closer, the first urge or instinct he had was to walk straight into Jake, to ram his shoulder into Jake's and to barge past him, hoping to knock him over while feigning ignorance, but then he saw something even better. Walking toward them was Tina, sauntering down the hallway like she was on a runway during New York fashion week. Immediately Tyler's mind went back to the pool the previous Friday during the game of Marco Polo when Jake had called out and had then pushed him toward Tina so he was tagged. Now was the perfect time for payback.

Waiting until the moment was just right, Tyler snuck up behind Jake and shoved him into Tina's path, pushing so hard the two almost collided.

"Woah! Sorry about that, Tina," Jake said, holding his hands up like he was at fault.

"That's okay, Jake," Tina smiled, giggling with her friends as they walked away.

Jake then spun around and glared at Tyler, "What the fuck was that?"

Tyler stepped up close to Jake and he heard Evan take a deep breath, scared that they were going to fight. Tyler leaned in so he could whisper in Jake's ear, "That was for making me her Polo, Marco."

Tyler laughed and stepped aside, patting Jake on the back before he walked away. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder and saw Jake looking at him with a strange smirk on his face while Evan just looked confused.

Rounding the final corner before his locker, Tyler was surprised to see that Joe was standing in front of it, but he wasn't alone. Leaning back against the metal, staring up at Joe as she laughed at something he said, tossing her hair back in what he thought was probably a choreographed move, was Jake's other best friend, Emily.

Emily confused Tyler in a way that was hard to explain. While he was kind of attracted to both Evan and Jake but didn't really want to be, he wanted to be attracted to Emily but it just didn't happen. She was good looking, beautiful even, and she had a great body that she liked to show off, paired with what he thought to be a pretty great personality. There was nothing about her that shouldn't appeal to him and yet he didn't have those same thoughts or desires as he did when he saw someone like Anne-Marie. He could only assume that for some reason she wasn't his type.

He watched Joe, leaning in, one hand placed on the locker beside Emily's head, his big bicep and strong forearm on display with the sleeve of his t-shirt pulled up almost to his shoulder. The smile on Joe's face would make anyone even remotely attracted to men go weak in the knees and it was definitely having an effect on Emily whose eyes never left Joe's face.

Tyler had thought that seeing Joe so openly flirting with a girl would make him angry or jealous and that he would hate it, but seeing the smile on Joe's face just brought a smile to his own. He liked seeing Joe happy. And maybe the knowledge that he was fucking Joe no matter who he flirted with gave him a sense of ease that made him okay with what was happening.

As he continued to watch, Emily said something that made Joe have an actual belly laugh, bending over holding his stomach while he shook his head and Emily grinned. If Joe was going to go back to chasing girls between their encounters then Emily was definitely one that Tyler approved of, even with her growing reputation.

Tyler had heard a few of the seniors talking about Emily, saying that they had slept with her. He didn't know if that was true but he knew for a fact that one of his fellow football players, Damien, had slept with her and had said it was the best night of his life. In some cases that might make people think of her as a slut because she had slept with a few different guys, but Tyler didn't think of her like that because unlike Tina, who he did consider a slut, Emily chose who she had sex with carefully, seemingly only going for the hottest guys around, and Tyler admired her taste in men, especially the one she was currently flirting with.

After another short exchange, Joe handed Emily his phone and she quickly typed what Tyler assumed to be her number into it before handing it back. They said goodbye to each other, with Joe nodding and Emily giving a little wave. She then walked away, passing by Tyler like she didn't even notice he was there, likely heading off to find Evan and Jake. Tyler approached Joe.

"Hey," Tyler said, moving to his locker.

"Hey, bro," Joe beamed, looking into Tyler's eyes again, letting that same thing pass between them as before. Having sex had definitely made them closer.

Tyler threw his books in his locker and closed it before they headed for lunch, sticking by each other's side like they had done for much of their lives, everything good between them, laughing, joking, playfully hitting each other and glancing at each other with smiles that went deeper than simple happiness.

When the final class of the day came Tyler was back to being his usual self, the issues that plagued him in the first few classes long forgotten. He didn't need to do anything with Cody because he had a good thing going with Joe, even if he wanted more from it, at least physically. That freed his mind up to concentrate on other things and he was looking forward to one of his favourite classes; Biology.

He had taken out his textbook along with his notebook and pen, ready to learn, when Mr Brown entered the classroom and Tyler had to suppress a gasp. Mr Brown was wearing the tightest pair of linen pants he had ever seen, clinging to his thick thighs and bulging obscenely in both the front and the back, his ass framed even more by the belt that was wrapped around his waist. The white shirt he wore was also skin-tight, hugging his pecs, with the cuffs undone because they couldn't be buttoned around his big forearms and the bottom tucked into his pants, further accentuating his incredible ass.

Tyler was panting just from the sight of Mr Brown and how sexy he looked, thinking about how much he wanted to get up and rip those clothes off that body so he could push him back over the desk and fuck that amazing bubble butt until his teacher screamed for mercy.

Then his mind inevitably went back to Friday night when he had seen Mr Brown out jogging, the shirt gone, sweat covering those beautiful pecs and abs, meeting up with a guy who playfully slapped that muscle ass with the familiarity of someone who had done that before.

Tyler stared at Mr Brown's ass as the older man stepped up to the board to write something on it. Tyler wasn't paying attention to the words, instead wondering if that guy's hard dick had slid between those two magnificent cheeks, spreading them so it could sink into what he was sure would be a tight hole, fucking Mr Brown until he was crying out for release.

It was only when Mr Brown sat down at his desk, having set the class a task to do, that Tyler came back into the room and realized he had missed the instructions, having no idea what he was meant to be doing. The effort it took to see what the guy next to him was writing was enough to take Tyler's mind off his teacher and he got on with his work once he knew what was expected of him.

Finally, the bell rang to signal the end of the day. Most of the students in the class rushed out of the door but Tyler took his time to pack his bag, not really knowing why he was lingering until he saw that he was the only one left in the classroom with Mr Brown.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Tyler?" Mr Brown asked when he saw Tyler staring at him.

Tyler registered that the man was talking to him and quickly looked up at his face after having stared at his ass for the past ninety seconds. He felt his face flush.

"Oh... I... It... Um..." Tyler stuttered, feeling like a bumbling idiot in front of his hot teacher.

"Did you want to ask me a question?" Mr Brown asked, making eye contact with Tyler and holding it while he waited for an answer.

Tyler stared at him, wondering if he could ask the question that he wanted to. He wanted to tell Mr Brown what he had seen and then ask if the man he met had just been a friend or if they were something more. He felt the words on his tongue but he couldn't bring himself to actually say them. He was scared he would make a fool of himself or would expose himself to Mr Brown.

"I'm okay," Tyler finally muttered. He turned away from Mr Brown and started walking toward the door.

"Tyler..." Mr Brown called out.

Tyler turned in the doorway, "Yes?"

"If there's something on your mind, something you want to talk about, or if you just need someone to confide in who won't judge you or speak a word of it to anyone else you can come to me any time you want," Mr Brown said.

It took a moment for Tyler to process that and he wondered if Mr Brown could read his thoughts or at least his body language with that offer, but he simply nodded and said, "Thanks."

Tyler hurried out of the classroom and out into the parking lot. Some of his friends had already gone home but he found Joe and Toby waiting for him by his car.

"Hey," Joe smiled, nodding to Tyler.

"How you doing?" Toby asked.

"I'm good. You?" Tyler replied.

"Yeah, I'm good," Toby said. "Just trying to get a ride from Joe since my car is in the shop and he lives near me."

"I told you I would take you home," Joe protested, a little whinier than he intended. Toby and Tyler burst out laughing but Joe didn't find it funny. He glared at Toby. "Get in the car!"

When Toby had climbed into the passenger seat of Joe's car and closed the door, Joe turned to Tyler and even though there was no one around to hear him he still whispered, "What time do your parents get home?"

Tyler smiled, "Not until after six."

"Okay," Joe nodded. "I'll drop Toby off and then I'll come straight over."

Tyler nodded his agreement, his cock jumping in his pants at the thought of what that meant. He watched Joe and Toby drive off and then hopped into his own car, driving home as quickly as the speed limits would allow so he could get things ready for Joe's arrival.

The first thing Tyler did was run upstairs to his bedroom. He went straight to his bedside drawers and pulled out his bottle of lube, which was almost half empty, placing it on the top so it would be within easy reach if they ended up in bed. He thought about how he had promised himself that he wouldn't fuck Joe unless Joe made some kind of concession or reciprocated and he still wanted to do that, to force Joe to make the first move, but he couldn't trust himself to not give in; he wanted to fuck Joe so much and his cock usually won out over his brain. His body was always the one opponent he knew he could never defeat. He also wanted the lube ready because a small part of him still thought that if he gave Joe even a moment to think that he might back out, even though it was unlikely by this point, so he didn't want to take the chance.

When he had everything else ready and had changed his clothes, wearing as few layers as possible so they would be quick to remove, Tyler went downstairs and made two drinks, placing them on the coffee table in front of the big screen TV. He hoped they wouldn't even drink them, skipping ahead to their thirst for each other, but if it took Joe some time to make his move, Tyler wanted something to keep his hands busy so he wouldn't reach over and get things started.

He sat down on the sofa and put his head in his hands. He didn't know why he was putting himself through the torment of holding out, thinking that he should grab Joe as soon as he walked in that front door, drag him up to his room and fuck his brains out until he had to leave. But then he wanted more; he wanted Joe to suck his dick, to stroke it while they made out and to really and truly be with him, pleasing each other whether they fucked or not. It would take every ounce of inner strength he possessed but he was determined to at least give it a try.

The fifteen minutes it took for Joe to arrive were the most agonizing of Tyler's life because with every second that ticked by he questioned himself more until he was shaking, a little voice inside his head screaming at him that he couldn't do it and shouldn't even try.

When he heard Joe's car door slam he jumped to his feet and felt like he was going to throw up. Did he know what he was about to do? What would happen if he pushed Joe further than he was ready to go and Joe freaked out or got angry and never wanted to fuck again? Was it worth it?

As soon as the door opened Tyler thought his plans would crumble into pieces. Joe had changed his clothes too, standing in the doorway wearing a thin white tank-top that barely covered his pecs and showed the outlines of his abs along with some shorts that bulged so obscenely that Tyler knew there was nothing underneath but Joe's naked flesh.

"Fuck..." Tyler whispered under his breath before smiling and raising his voice, "Hey."

"Hey," Joe smiled back.

There was an awkward silence as the two stood staring at each other. Joe was the first to blink and when he did he also turned his head slightly, looking at the stairs behind Tyler like he was waiting for the invitation to go up them.

Instead of offering or even hinting at the prospect of sex, Tyler instead turned and walked into the living room, taking deep breaths, trying to keep calm. He could sense that Joe was behind him but he didn't turn or look over his shoulder.

"Do you want to play a game or should we hit the gym?" Tyler asked.

"Oh..." Joe muttered, surprised. Tyler turned to look at him. Joe looked like someone had asked him a question he didn't know the answer two. "Um... I... I guess we can work out..."

Tyler nodded, letting out the breath that he had been holding in as he had waited for Joe to answer. He had hoped Joe would say neither, admitting that what he really wanted was to get fucked, but when he didn't Tyler knew he had to hold out and follow through on the workout, to get Joe so worked up he would have no choice but to give in.

Once they were in the garage, Tyler plugged in a couple of the machines that needed electricity and they began their workout, starting with a few warm up exercises before they moved onto the machines, quickly building up a sweat.

Tyler glanced to his side to see Joe's body shining with his perspiration, his muscles looking bigger than ever. He bit his lip, trying to ignore his urge to turn the machine off, pull Joe off his, strip them both naked and fuck him right there on the garage floor, but he wanted Joe to make the move first, he had to be strong.

When his eyes wouldn't stop drifting over towards Joe, watching his body in motion, seeing his muscles move and tense, Tyler knew his only option for distraction was to work even harder at his workout. His dick had started to get hard as he looked at Joe, snaking its way down the leg of his shorts, slapping against his thigh. It was only with the burn in his legs, the build-up of lactic acid in his muscles, that let him think about something other than how good his best friend looked.

Ten minutes later, dripping in sweat, Tyler saw Joe move to another machine. He watched as his friend tried to wipe his own sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before pulling up the bottom of his tank-top to mop his brow. The glimpse of those abs made Tyler falter and he almost fell off his machine, having to quickly stop it so he didn't injure himself.

"Damn, it's hot today," Tyler said, trying to cover for why he was stopping.

"Yeah," Joe agreed, panting.

"I'm gonna take my top off," Tyler replied, not waiting for a response before he reached down and slowly pulled his shirt up, giving Joe a show.

As he dropped his shirt to the floor Tyler saw that Joe was staring at his chest, his bottom lip firmly grasped between his teeth, so Tyler decided to play with him a little, sliding his hand over his pec, circling the nipple with his middle finger before he let his hand brush over his abs.

Joe's eyes followed his hand as it moved and he knew that Joe wanted him but he just wouldn't say the words Tyler wanted to hear or close the gap between them to take what he wanted.

Hoping to test Joe's resolve even further, Tyler turned and started to do some squats, his ass pointing at Joe, knowing what his friend must be seeing as his muscular bubble butt filled out the back of the thin fabric shorts. He would let Joe have his ass if it meant Joe took the lead and made the move... He didn't.

Thirty minutes later when they were both unable to go on, Joe having removed his top as well, they stopped and moved into the kitchen, each grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge. Tyler was so thirsty he tipped the bottle up, swallowing what he could but some of the water escaped his mouth, flowing over his chin and running down his chest. Joe was taking little sips as he watched, his eyes following the water as it cascaded over Tyler's muscles, soaking into his shorts as they quickly became see-through.

When Tyler had finished the bottle off, or rather when there was nothing left in it, he tossed it in the sink and looked across at Joe, who met his eyes. They stared at each other for almost half a minute, the tension between them building. Tyler watched Joe as he swallowed hard and shifted uncomfortably from side to side. It was clear that his dick was at least half hard, tenting his shorts, but Tyler still refused to act, actually feeling a kind of pleasure now in seeing Joe's struggle.

Just when Tyler thought Joe would break and would finally give in, stripping off his shorts and begging Tyler to service him or closing the gap between them to press Tyler back against the sink as they made out, Joe turned and grabbed his tank-top from the counter.

"I better get going," Joe said. "Mom needs me home tonight."

Tyler stood with his mouth hanging open as he watched Joe pull his top back on, the bulge in his shorts clearly an erection that actually pulsed and throbbed in time with his heartbeat. There was even a wet spot on his shorts where it was leaking. How could he leave it like that?

As Joe headed for the door Tyler almost gave in. He wanted Joe so bad, his own dick painfully hard in his shorts, and the thought of Joe going home without having his load drained out of his balls was almost too much to take, but then the part of Tyler that wouldn't accept defeat kicked in and he said nothing as Joe opened the front door and stepped out, waving goodbye as he headed to his car.

Once the door was closed, Tyler stood in shock. He expected Joe to come knocking but he soon heard the engine of Joe's car start up before it drove away. He couldn't believe that Joe didn't do anything and that he was willing to walk away without getting off because he couldn't bring himself to ask for sex. Tyler had thought they were long past that point after Joe had let him fuck him that second time after the party, but clearly he wasn't. What would it take to get him there?

The next three days passed painfully slowly for Tyler as he waited for Joe to say or do something but every day he was left with blue balls. He was determined that he wouldn't jerk off before Joe came to him but he was growing increasing insane by his desperation to fuck Joe's sweet ass again.

The worst part was that he knew Joe wanted it. He could see it in Joe's eyes and that look of lust. He could sense it in Joe's body language, how he was itching, aching for the feelings he got when Tyler was inside him. And he could see from the stiffness in Joe's jaw, from the way his bit his lip or his tongue when the two were together that he wanted to say something, wanted to tell Tyler to fuck him but something was holding him back, a barrier was still up that needed to come down and Tyler needed to wait until it fell, allowing Joe to step through. He just hoped he could wait.

The one good thing that had come from the situation was that Tyler had been hitting the gym harder than ever to work out his frustrations, pounding away until his muscles felt like they were going to explode since his dick wasn't going to, and he had seen some pretty good progress even just in those three days. His body looked better than ever.

"Hey Goodwin," Coach called out to Tyler as he was heading for the locker room after a pretty intense practice session Coach still held for the football players, not wanting them to get out of shape or too far removed from the game since they would be his starting team in the fall.

"Yes, Coach?" Tyler asked, stopping and turning around.

"I don't know what's gotten into you this last week but you have been playing better than you ever have. If you bring this intensity and focus to the real games next year those college scouts will be all over you, wanting to sign you up," Coach said with a smile and a nod.

"Thanks Coach," Tyler smiled.

"Yeah, well, don't let it go to your head. I can still have your ass sitting on the bench all season," Coach smiled back.

"But then you wouldn't win," Tyler grinned.

Coach let out a deep, rolling laugh, "You cocky little... Go get a shower."

Tyler smiled and ran off toward the locker room, wanting to wash the sweat from his body but more importantly from his hair. It had been a tough session in pretty hot weather but it felt really good and he felt like he was ready to step up as the school's top quarterback when the new season got underway in the fall.

The locker room was half empty when Tyler entered. With the session being on a Friday a lot of the guys didn't bother with the shower, they just got changed and headed home, wanting to be done with school for the week. Tyler wasn't one of those so he went to his locker, grabbed his towel and his wash bag, pulled off his clothes and headed toward the showers.

"See you later, Ty," Toby called out as he walked out of the locker room.

Tyler was about to reply but he froze in his tracks as he stepped around the partition to the showers and his eyes immediately fell on the now familiar sight of Joe's bare ass. It was wet and glistening, a few soap suds still clinging to the cheeks. Water ran down the line of Joe's spine, disappearing into the crack where Tyler wanted to bury his face. How could he be jealous of water?

He barely managed to suppress a moan as he quickly looked around, seeing that there was only one other guy in the showers with him and Joe. Tyler was thankful for the presence of the other guy because it meant he wouldn't be tempted to try anything with Joe, but then the butterflies hit his stomach like the proverbial bull in a china shop as the guy turned off his shower, wrapped his towel around his waist and sauntered out into the locker room to get dried, completely oblivious to what Tyler was thinking or feeling.

Still wanting to keep his mind on something besides Joe's naked body and bare ass being just a few feet away from him, Tyler busied himself by washing his body, making sure to work up a good lather with the soap, really getting into the places that needed it, like under his arms.

He was almost successful, having washed the majority of his body, when Joe spoke and he knew he had reached his breaking point.

"Oh hey, Ty, I didn't notice you there," Joe said. "Are we the only two left in here?"

Tyler turned and looked at Joe, first looking at his face, but quickly letting his eyes drift south, taking in that incredible body Joe possessed before sliding even further down to admire the big dick dangling between Joe's legs.

"I think so," Tyler managed to reply, knowing that they were.

"Cool," Joe smiled. "This water feels so good."

Joe moved his body, letting his head fall from side to side as the water washed over him, running down his body, between his pecs, across his abs and down his long shaft so it was flowing off the end of his dick. He looked so hot.

Joe, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on Tyler, despite Tyler's dick steadily growing and rising, turned his back and continued to let the water rain down on his body.

Tyler couldn't take it. He needed that ass that was now pointing toward him, so close his dick could almost feel itself being drawn in. He knew it was risky but he didn't care. He grabbed his soap, poured it into his hands and rubbed them together to create good foam. Once he was satisfied he stepped forward and placed his hands on Joe's shoulder blades, rubbing the soap across his skin.

"Ty!" Joe gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just washing your back," Tyler said as he moved his hands around, feeling Joe's muscles and massaging his shoulders.

"Oh fuck that feels good," Joe moaned, tossing his head back.

Seeing that Joe liked it and wasn't going to protest, Tyler slid his hands down Joe's back until he had hold of Joe's ass, taking a cheek in each hand, holding them, squeezing them, caressing them.

"Fuck you've got a nice ass," Tyler whispered in Joe's ear before he licked it.

Joe shuddered and instinctively pushed his ass back. Tyler's hard cock slid up into Joe's crack, slotting in between those two firm cheeks as Tyler wrapped his arms around Joe, bringing their bodies together so that Joe's back was pressed against his front and he could now reach around to let his hands glide over Joe's pecs and abs as he gently thrust his dick between Joe's cheeks.

"Oh fuck..." Joe whimpered as Tyler wrapped his hand around Joe's now hard cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts he made against his ass.

Tyler's lips quickly found Joe's neck, kissing the spot just behind Joe's ear that always made him tremble. When Joe started moving his hips, pushing back against him, working with him so Tyler's dick slid back and forth against his ass, occasionally brushing his hole, Tyler knew he had him. He could push his dick inside Joe's ass and fuck him right there in the showers without any form of protest. He almost did.

Instead he picked up the pace of his thrusts, driving his dick through Joe's butt cheeks, and he sped up the movement of his hand, jerking Joe off furiously, hearing the change in Joe's breathing as the pleasure began to take over his body, driving him closer to orgasm.

"Oh Ty, Ty, I'm close," Joe whimpered.

That was all Tyler needed to hear. He quickly released Joe's dick from his grip, pulled his cock out of Joe's crack and without so much as a word walked away, leaving Joe panting, having to brace himself against the shower wall as his whole body quivered, his asshole clenched and his dick pulsed, not quite at the point of shooting his load.

Tyler heard Joe moan and curse but he didn't stop. He left the shower, went straight to his locker and didn't even bother to dry himself off. He pulled on a pair of shorts, slid his wet feet into his sneakers, grabbed his things and walked out of the locker room.

It was the hardest thing Tyler had ever done and his rock solid cock, straining against his shorts, creating an enormous bulge he had to hide by holding his shirt over his crotch, was proof of that. He wanted to fuck Joe's ass in the worst way, but he wanted to see Joe suck his cock even more so with determination that was born out of frustration he rushed toward his car, wanting to get away before he turned around and let his weakness overcome him.

He was just rounding the final corner of the building when he saw Jake's little friend Evan standing by Jake's car, swaying side to side and humming to himself as he waited for his best friend and hero. Just the sight of Evan standing there so carefree, nothing and no one bothering him, pissed Tyler off more than he could understand. He shifted his direction slightly so that to get to his car he would have to pass by Jake's and thus Evan too and felt his rage building as he got closer to his target.

Evan was completely unaware of Tyler's presence until he felt the strong hands on his back, one on each shoulder blade, and felt himself being pushed forward with such force it was impossible to keep his feet underneath him, crashing down to the asphalt on his hands and knees. He let out a pained grunt and turned his head, trying to understand what had happened when he saw Jake speed past him, picking someone up.

Tyler was stunned. Not only had Evan gone down easier than he thought but he had barely been on the floor for more than a second when Jake's huge body crashed into Tyler's actually picking him up off his feet and carrying him the short distance to the chain-link fence that surrounded the parking lot, slamming him into it and pinning him against it.

"What the fuck was that?" Jake screamed, getting in Tyler's face.

Tyler's eyes were wide and he was still trying to recover from the surprise of not just Jake's tackle but his sheer strength too.

When Tyler didn't say anything, Jake continued to seethe, "Don't fucking touch him, do you hear me? I might be okay with the shit you pull on me, hell that Marco Polo stuff was funny, but you need to know where to draw the line. You lost your shit over a bottle at the party and then this here right now was completely unprovoked. He did nothing to you so back the fuck off before I put you on your ass and show you up for being nothing but a little bitch with a pansy-ass bark and no bite."

There was a fire behind Jake's eyes that told Tyler that he meant what he said and even though Jake's words really annoyed him and he wanted to say something back, he thought better of it, nodding his head, knowing Jake was right and that it was his frustration over not getting what he wanted with Joe that caused him to lash out at Evan.

Tyler pushed Jake's hands away and held up his own in surrender. He said nothing as he stepped sideways away from Jake, never turning his back on the wrestler in case he wasn't done, and then he backed away, looking from Jake to Evan and back again as Evan pulled himself up to his feet.

Only when there was enough distance between them for Tyler to know that nothing else was going to happen did he turn around and walked straight to his car, where he climbed in, started the engine and drove off, needing to get away from Joe, Jake, Evan and his humiliation.

On the drive home he couldn't help but think about why he had such a strong reaction to Evan when he saw him, why he had purposefully wanted to push him or even cause him pain. Was it really just that he was jealous of Evan for not having the pressures of a sporting career on his shoulders, for not having to act a certain way because that's what was expected of him, of being able to just be himself no matter what anyone else thought?

Damn, his head was so screwed up. Why couldn't life be simple?

As soon as he got home, Tyler parked his car on the drive, rushed into the house and locked himself in his bedroom, wanting nothing more than for the world to just go away, to disappear, taking all of his issues and troubles with it, leaving him in a void where everything was calm and there was nothing to worry about because nothing happened.

He had barely landed on his mattress, burying his face in his pillow, when he heard his phone beep with the sound of an incoming text message. He pushed himself up and reached over to his bag, pulling his phone out from the front compartment where he kept it during practices. He didn't even have to unlock his phone to see the message displayed on the screen from Joe.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"

He shook his head and typed in his pin when another message came through.

"Why did you do that?"

Tyler thought of all the things he wanted to say, all of the reasons he wanted to give for why he had got Joe worked up and then just left, but he couldn't bring himself to type any of them, he thought it made him sound pathetic. Instead he typed the only other thing that came to mind and pressed send before he could rethink it.

"You know where I am if you want me to finish what I started."

Tyler tossed his phone onto the bed beside him and lay back down, waiting for the phone to beep with another message.

It never did.

Friday night passed without so much as a word from Joe and he didn't show up for any of the things they had planned together on Saturday either.

Tyler was just beginning to think he had ruined their friendship again by pushing Joe in a way he shouldn't have when he was startled by someone pounding on the door downstairs.

He jumped up with his heart racing and ran down to answer the door, his first thought being that something awful had happened to his parents who had driven across town to visit a friend. When he pulled the door open and it wasn't the police waiting to give him some terrible news he let out a sigh of relief, which was immediately replaced by a gasp as his eyes fell on Joe who was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and sneakers, sweat literally dripping off him.

"Are your parents home?" Joe asked in a gruff voice Tyler had never heard from him before.

"No," Tyler said, shaking his head.

Joe's only reply was to close the distance between them, put his hand on Tyler's chest and push him backwards into the house, slamming the door behind them.

"What's going on?" Tyler asked. "Are you okay?"

Joe looked around as if he was searching for something or was making sure that they really were alone.

"You win, okay?" Joe declared.

"What?" Tyler asked, still shocked by Joe's appearance.

"You win," Joe repeated. "I can't take it anymore. I'll say or do whatever you want. I just need you to fuck me."

Tyler's mouth fell open, his eyes wide, hearing the desperation in Joe's voice. His cock grew hard in an instant, springing up like a jack in the box. He was so turned on and his cock was begging for release after nearly a week without so much as jerking it. He was tempted to close the gap between them, take Joe's hand and lead him up to his bedroom to fuck his brains out but he knew this was the best chance he would ever possibly get to push things further. He had to hold out a little bit longer.

"You want me to fuck you?" Tyler asked seductively, taking a step closer to Joe.

"Oh fuck, Ty, I don't just want it," Joe groaned. "Ever since you rubbed your dick against my hole in the shower I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I want it inside me so bad. I need it. It's like a drug I'm craving and I'm going insane without it. I need your dick inside me, Ty. Fuck me."

Tyler's head almost exploded as Joe continued to plead and beg for his cock. Again he was tempted to just forget everything he had told himself so they could get down to business, but as much as they both wanted to fuck, Tyler wanted that little bit more.

With Joe finally giving a voice to his desires, Tyler went for broke. He stepped up to Joe and placed his hand on Joe's sweaty chest, tracing his fingers around the shape of his pec.

"I want to fuck you, Joe," Tyler whispered, leaning in towards Joe's ear. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"Then fuck me," Joe moaned, reaching his hands up touch Tyler's body, to pull them closer. "Fuck me, Ty."

"Oh I'm going to," Tyler growled, biting Joe's ear. "I'm going to fuck you so good your eyes will be rolling back in your head, your toes will be curling and your dick will shoot without you even touching it."

"Oh fuck, yeah!" Joe moaned, wrapping his arms around Tyler now so they were in a full embrace, his lips gently kissing Tyler's shoulder.

"Do you want that, Joe? Do you want me to fuck you out of your mind?" Tyler asked, feeling Joe's hard cock pressed against his stomach.

"God yes!" Joe whimpered. "Please Ty."

"Then suck my dick," Tyler commanded.

Joe's body stiffened and he pulled back from Tyler so he could look into his eyes.

"What?" Joe asked.

"Suck my dick," Tyler said again. "Get it ready to fuck your ass."

"Ty..." Joe whispered, looking unsure for the first time since he arrived.

"Come on, Joe, it's no big deal," Tyler said.

"How can you say that?" Joe gasped.

"Because you've had my dick in your ass," Tyler answered, "that's a much bigger deal than just sucking on it."

Joe's whole body quivered and he was looking around in all directions like he was waiting for someone to interrupt them so he wouldn't have to do what Tyler was asking him to do.

Tyler stepped in again, pressing his hard cock against Joe and whispering in his ear, "Why won't you suck my dick?"

Joe turned his head to look into Tyler's eyes before closing his. "I just... I don't want to be a cocksucker."

Tyler chuckled at how pathetic that sounded, "Oh Joe... Don't think about labels or names. Don't think about anyone else or their narrow-minded opinions. It's just us here, me and you, no one's judging you."

"I can't, Ty," Joe said, his eyes still closed.

"You can't or you won't?" Tyler asked. "What are you worried about?"

Joe opened his eyes again. "I'm a guy. I'm not supposed to suck dick."

"You're not supposed to get fucked either," Tyler replied, "but you love that."

"It's not the same," Joe protested.

"I don't get it," Tyler admitted. "What are you afraid of? That I'll see you as less of a man if you get down on your knees to suck my cock?"

Joe didn't reply so Tyler ran his hand down Joe's body and then dropped to his knees, pulling Joe's shorts down so they were around his ankles before pulling them off completely. Joe's cock sprang up and Tyler caught it in his mouth, taking it between his lips, using his tongue to lick up the precum flowing from the tip.

"Oh fuck..." Joe moaned, grabbing on to the back of Tyler's head to stop himself from falling down.

Tyler went to work, circling his tongue around the head and sucking on just the very tip for a moment, caressing it with his lips. Then he opened up and took more of the shaft into his mouth, bobbing up and down, letting the cock slide deeper into his mouth, moving back and forth across his tongue.

Pulling off, Tyler held Joe's dick in his hand and slapped the spit covered cock against his cheek, looking up at Joe until their eyes met. "Do you think of me as less of a man now?"

Joe shook his head, panting, unable to find the words to reply to Tyler.

Tyler smirked and dove back down, sucking Joe's cock deep into his mouth, working the top four inches between his lips while using his hand to stroke the bottom four inches, moving down until he was cupping and gently tugging on Joe's balls.

He pulled off again and lapped at Joe's sack, teasing the skin with his tongue, "Tell me that doesn't feel good."

Joe whimpered in response so Tyler pushed his cock up against his body and moved his head down a little further, tilting it to one side so he could get between Joe's legs, taking his balls into the warmth of his mouth and bathing them with his tongue.

With a popping sound, Tyler let Joe's balls slip from his mouth and licked his way up Joe's shaft, kissing the head when he reached the tip. He then kept licking, moving up Joe's abs, over his chest and along his neck.

"Do you know what I feel when I'm sucking your dick?" Tyler whispered in Joe's ear. "I get to feel you big fat cock against my tongue. I get to worship it as the amazing piece of meat that it is, licking up that sweet nectar that flows out of it. But do you know what the best thing is, Joe? The best thing is that I'm doing it willingly. I'm making the choice to suck your dick. I'm doing it because I want to, because I enjoy it and above all because it makes you feel good. Do you know how much of a rush it is to know that I can turn your body to jelly just with my mouth, that I can get you off and make you cum? You might be the one getting your dick sucked but I'm the one in control."

Joe swallowed hard, continuing to pant as Tyler kissed and licked his neck. His mind was still trying to process everything that Tyler had just said when he felt himself being guided to his knees, not forced to them, not even really pushed to them, but urged to sink down, which he did until he was kneeling in front of Tyler.

Tyler looked down at Joe. There was a look of fear in his eyes that Tyler hadn't seen in years. He waited for Joe to move, to reach out to touch his dick, but he didn't, he just stayed there on his knees, looking at Tyler's bulge in his shorts.

Knowing that he would have to take the lead, Tyler put his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly pushed them down, revealing his hard seven inch cock that stood pointing at the ceiling, a drop of precum rolling down the shaft.

"You want my cock?" Tyler asked.

Joe nodded but he still didn't move so Tyler stepped forward until his cock was in front of Joe's face, just inches from his mouth. Joe closed his eyes but he didn't move back. Tyler reached down, placed his fingers around the base, and pushed his dick down so the head brushed against Joe's lips.

Joe moaned but he didn't pull back, he didn't flinch or turn his head to try to get away. He let Tyler run his cock around his lips, coating them with precum like a clear gloss.

Tyler didn't push forward, he didn't try to force his cock into Joe's mouth, he simply let his dick rest against Joe's lips, letting him see that it was his choice as to whether or not he opened his mouth to take it in, that Tyler wasn't going to force him and he was indeed the one in control, the one who had the final say.

Finally, after what seemed like the longest time, Joe's lips began to part, creating an opening. As badly as Tyler wanted to push forward, plunging his dick into Joe's mouth, he knew that wasn't the way to go so he stood still, holding his cock on Joe's bottom lip until Joe's tongue came out to meet the tip, taking the first tentative lick.

Tyler whimpered, his whole body shivering at the touch of Joe's tongue on his cock. He didn't think Joe would do it but he was in ecstatic now that Joe was lapping at his cock, actually moving forward to take more of it into his mouth.

Closing his eyes, Tyler sighed contentedly, ignoring the fact that Joe wasn't very good, trying to concentrate on the pleasure travelling up his cock when Joe managed to hit the right buttons.

It was about two minutes before Tyler realized that the high pitched moans he could hear were coming from him, that he was panting, desperate for air, and that sweat had broken out all over his body. His abs tightened and his ass clenched as he gently pushed his cock into Joe's suctioning mouth.

"Oh fuck, Joe!" Tyler cried. "So good!"

Whatever had happened to Joe in those two minutes amazed Tyler, it was like a completely different person was sucking his dick. Gone were the nerves and the fear of what it meant, replaced by enthusiasm, passion and the desire to please. He was definitely good at it now.

Tyler looked down and thought that he had never seen anything hotter than Joe on his knees, staring up at him, his mouth wide open with Tyler's cock moving in and out of it, gliding back and forth between those lips that were curled up into a grin.

Joe bobbed his head up and down, using his tongue to stroke the underside of Tyler's cock, thinking back to all of the blowjobs he had gotten from girls and from Tyler himself, knowing what felt good on him and trying to give Tyler those same feelings back.

Those first few tentative licks had been strange and he was tempted to pull back, to say he couldn't do it, but the longer he had Tyler's cock in his mouth, the more he liked it. It was so different to going down on a girl, but it was just as good, feeling the hard yet soft flesh in his mouth, tasting the salty yet sweet precum that flowed from the tip, feeling it jerk on his tongue every time he hit a sweet spot and rejoicing in the sound of Tyler's moans of pleasure and his curses as he did a good job. He knew what Tyler got from sucking his dick and he knew he would do it again without protest, but now he needed that dick inside him, fucking him, owning him.

He pulled off and stood up to his feet, looking Tyler in the eye. Tyler's mouth hung open as he panted and stared at Joe, but it was soon filled by Joe's tongue as he leaned in and kissed him passionately, letting Tyler taste his own precum from the tongue that slipped into his mouth.

Without speaking, Joe broke the kiss, wrapped his hand around Tyler's spit-wet cock and led him up the stairs to Tyler's bedroom, where he pushed him back onto the bed and dove back down between his legs, sucking his cock again briefly before he rose up, reached into Tyler's drawer for his lube and began pouring it over Tyler's throbbing cock.

Tyler couldn't believe the change in Joe, how he had gone from not even being able to say what he wanted to just taking it. He was in shock as Joe's hand swirled around his cock, spreading the lube all over it, getting it nice and slick for its journey into his ass.

What happened after that blew Tyler's mind more than anything that had come before. Joe poured a good amount of lube into his hand and reached back to spread it all over his asshole, pushing some inside with his fingers as he moaned and bit his lip. When he was satisfied he took Tyler's cock back into his hand, held it up so it pointed at the ceiling and climbed up onto the bed, straddling Tyler's body.

Holy fuck!' Tyler thought, he's going to ride me!'

He stared wide-eyed as Joe sank down onto his dick, the head popping in with ease, at least three inches of shaft following it in to Joe's ass.

"OH FUCK YEAH!!" Joe screamed, feeling the dick penetrate him again.

"Oh God!" Tyler moaned, clutching onto his bed sheets as Joe pushed down even further until he was sitting on Tyler's hips, fully impaled on his cock.

Joe took a few moments to let his ass get accommodated to the invasion before he started to move. Tyler's dick felt so good inside him, filling him again, stretching his ass and somehow making him feel complete, like a missing piece of him had returned, that he didn't want to pull off immediately so instead he moved his hips in circles, grinding down onto Tyler's pelvis, driving the dick as deep as it would go.

"Oh yeah, ride my dick, Joe," Tyler moaned. "Ride my fucking dick."

Joe grinned down at Tyler and lifted himself up, throwing his head back and crying out as he felt Tyler's dick sliding out of him, pulling his sphincter outwards, sending shockwaves through his body. Just when he felt like the dick was about to slip out of him he pushed his ass back down, feeling it slice right through him until it was once again buried in his depths.

As the feelings began to overwhelm him, fuelling the desire inside him, Joe began to bounce up and down on Tyler's cock, fucking himself on the hard dick.

Tyler was in heaven as Joe rode him. He felt like all of his wishes had come true at the same time and he wanted to savour the moment. His body was on fire with pleasure, his dick throbbing and leaking inside Joe's tight hole, but he didn't know what to do with his hands. At first they were clutching the sheets beneath him as he tried not to scream, then they were resting on Joe's hips, guiding him up and down on his cock, and then they were running over Joe's incredible body, which had never looked better, covered in sweat, every muscle in his torso from his abs to his pecs to his biceps, traps and delts popping and flexing as he used all of them to hoist himself up and down on Tyler's dick.

It was only when he saw Joe beginning to tire that Tyler decided to take over, satisfied that Joe had gotten to take the lead for long enough and now ready to drive them both over the edge of that special cliff.

He grabbed Joe and pulled him down to the bed, both of them moaning as his dick slipped out of Joe's ass. He rearranged them so that Joe was on his hands and knees and he was standing behind him and then he plunged back in, driving his cock balls deep in one swift movement, causing Joe's back to arch and his toes to curl like Tyler had promised.

Instead of going straight into the fucking, Tyler thrust into Joe's ass a few times, using the whole length of his dick to penetrate Joe, and then he pulled back completely, slipping his dick all the way out of Joe's ass. He then slapped his cock against Joe's big, firm ass cheek a couple of times before ramming it back in, making Joe scream out in ecstasy.

"Oh God, Ty! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joe roared, pushing back against Tyler.

Tyler smiled but repeated the move three more times until Joe's face was buried in his arms, biting into his forearm to stop him from screaming so loud he would alert the neighbors.

Knowing that he had Joe ready for the fuck he had been dying to give him for the past week, Tyler grabbed onto his hips and hammered his dick into Joe's ass, his balls bouncing off Joe as their skin slapped together and their bodies collided.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Joe called out. "Give it to me, Ty. I've needed this so much."

Tyler smiled but yanked his dick out of Joe's ass. Before Joe could complain, Tyler flipped him over so he was on his back, pushed up his legs and drove his cock back into his ass, picking up right where he left off, drilling Joe's ass to the mattress.

Joe was panting hard, his whole body tingling, the sensations in his ass travelling all through his body, peaking in his cock, which throbbed like never before. He wanted to reach down to touch it, to stroke it and jerk himself off, but he felt like he needed his arms to hold onto the bed because if he didn't he might float off it he was feeling so high.

As Tyler's cock pummelled his spot, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, Joe looked up and saw Tyler in a new light for the first time. The look of pleasure on Tyler's face made him look cute, good looking even. Did he really just think that? But it wasn't just his face, his body looked amazing too, his big arms bulging as they held up his weight and his pecs, so firm and inviting, glistening with sweat, calling out to be touched.

Tyler gasped when he felt Joe's hands move, sliding up his arms, gliding over his biceps, giving them a good squeeze, and then settling on his chest, not just touching but really feeling his pecs, cupping and squeezing them, his fingers exploring every inch of them, every curve and contour. Joe was worshipping him.

"Oh fuck!" Tyler screamed, his eyes going wide as he drove his cock as deep into Joe's ass as he possibly could and held it there, firing off a huge load that rivalled any he had shot before, flooding Joe's ass with his cum.

The throbbing of Tyler's cock, resting against Joe's prostate, scorching it with hot cum, created a reaction in Joe that seemed to travel from his ass through every extremity on his body and then back into his ass before shooting up his cock as his untouched dick exploded, spraying cum all over that hot chest he had been rubbing just moments before.

When they both came down from their orgasms they fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately, knowing that all barriers had been dropped, all obstacles overcome, and they could move forward together, not just best friends but oh so much more.

To Be Continued...