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Tyler – Part 19
Joe stumbled, almost falling, as Tyler shoved him through the doorway to the parking lot. They had barely even entered the school building before Tyler was pushing him back out of it. Once they were outside Tyler kept his hand in the middle of Joe's back and forced him forward until they were standing beside his car.
"Get in," Tyler growled into Joe's ear as he unlocked the doors and walked around to the driver's side, thankful that he had driven into the space so the windshield was facing away from the crowds of students who were all over the parking lot, chatting and playing around as they waited for the bell to ring to start their day. He didn't want anyone to see them.
Joe quickly scrambled into the passenger side and closed the door behind him, feeling both adrenaline and fear surge through him as he turned to look at Tyler. He had never seen his best friend look so angry and he was worried about what might come next.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Tyler seethed through clenched teeth, trying to keep his voice down despite the fact they were alone in his car because he didn't want anyone to hear him scream through the window and wonder what was going on. His eyes burned into Joe's.
"I just... I didn't..." Joe tried to reply but the venom in Tyler's words had stunned him.
"For fucks sake, Joe," Tyler breathed, burying his face in his hands. He rubbed them over his face a couple of times and then looked back up at his friend. "You can't say shit like that when we're around other people. Do you want everyone to know about us?"
"No," Joe replied immediately. "I made sure no one would hear me."
"How?" Tyler demanded.
"I looked around. I whispered," Joe explained.
"And you think that makes it okay?" Tyler asked. "What if someone overheard? What if someone can lip-read?"
"You're overthinking this way too much, bro," Joe said, holding up his hands.
"You just asked me when I'm going to fuck you again," Tyler exclaimed, staring at Joe, amazed that he was acting like it was nothing serious. "There were people everywhere, walking up and down the hall. Anyone could have heard that. Are you really that desperate for my cock that you're willing to take that risk?"
"Yes!" Joe barked, shocking both Tyler and himself by the strength of his reply.
"Joe..." Tyler gasped.
"Fuck!" Joe cursed. He looked up into Tyler's eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't mean it. I shouldn't have said what I did. I wasn't thinking. Fuck... I'm an idiot. I don't want people to know about us, Ty. Just the idea of anyone finding out terrifies me. But I don't think you realize what you've done to me."
"What I've done?" Tyler scoffed.
"Yes," Joe confirmed. "You're the one who wouldn't take no for an answer when I told you to stop that first time. You kept pushing and pushing and pushing until I gave in and let you fuck me. You knew what you were doing. You knew how good it would feel, how I'd come to crave it. You got me hooked. I can't stand it, Ty. I need to feel you inside me. I need your cock filling me up, pushing against that spot that gets me off like nothing else does. I've tried to jerk off, I've watched the video of you fucking me so many times, but it's just not the same. I need you to fuck me for real and stop holding out on me."
"Holding out on you?" Tyler asked. "You think this has been my choice? You think I haven't fucked you in nearly a week on purpose? I want it just as bad as you do, Joe. I want to push you onto that back seat and fuck your brains out right here and now, but we can't. We can't risk getting caught just because we're horny. We have to wait."
Joe sighed and closed his eyes. "I thought maybe you didn't want to anymore."
"Why the hell would you think that?" Tyler asked. "You know how much I want you. That hasn't changed."
"I thought that maybe now you've got that video that you've got what you really wanted," Joe admitted.
"Are you kidding me?" Tyler snorted. "That video is hot but it doesn't compare to being with you for real, Joe. I haven't fucked you because I haven't been able to, not because I don't want to. My mom is on the late shift again this week so she's in the house all day and my dad is actually home at night. We can't go to mine. And your brothers are always at your place so that's out too."
"I know," Joe sighed again.
"If I could find a place to fuck you where I knew no one would catch us I would drive us there right now, but I don't, Joe," Tyler said. "As soon as we get a chance you can be sure I am going to shove my dick in you and fuck you until neither of us can take any more. But you've got to cool it down until then."
"I'm sorry," Joe said. "I just can't wait much longer, Ty. It's like there's this really bad itch right up inside me and the only thing that can scratch it and make me feel better is your dick. I'm going crazy. We need to figure something out so this doesn't happen again."
"Yeah, we do," Tyler agreed, trying to ignore his hard cock as it strained against his pants at the thought of having his dick inside Joe's tight ass again. God, he wanted to fuck him so bad.
"Do you think there's anywhere in school we could do it?" Joe asked.
Tyler's eyes nearly popped out of his head and his mouth fell open. "Are you fucking insane?"
"No," Joe laughed. "I just wanted to see the look on your face."
"Fuck you," Tyler laughed back, shoving Joe's shoulder. They both smiled.
"I am serious though, Ty," Joe said. "I can't wait much longer."
"Me neither," Tyler agreed.
Knowing that he couldn't kiss Joe in case anyone saw them together he reached over and took Joe's hand, holding it for a moment as they looked into each other's eyes.
Before either of them could say anything else the bell rang to start their day. With one final look at each other they climbed out of the car and headed toward the school building, looking around to see if anyone had noticed them, but no one seemed to care, all caught up in teen drama of their own.
They were almost at the door, hanging back to let some of the smaller children through rather than pushing them out of the way like they sometimes did, when Tyler saw a familiar car speed into the parking lot and skid into a space. He tried to remember where he knew the car from and who drove it but the answer wouldn't come. He watched for a moment, wanting to know who was behind the wheel, and then gasped as Cody rose up from the driver's side. It wasn't the sight of Cody that caught him off-guard though, it was Cody's passenger who made Tyler's breath catch in his throat. Damien.
Tyler stared in shock at his black-haired teammate, who moved around to the front of the car, smiling at Cody the entire time until they were side-by-side, picking up a conversation they had been having inside the vehicle. He had never seen Damien look so friendly with another person, always the perpetual loner despite being a jock. Hell, he couldn't remember even seeing Damien genuinely smile before, but his face was lit up now, looking more handsome than he ever had before; a beauty that seemed to flow into his body, enhancing his already natural sexiness.
Unable to take his eyes off them, Tyler felt people bumping in to him as they tried to get past him while he stood still, almost blocking their path. Joe had disappeared into the crowd. Why was he so fascinated by them? Was it because he wasn't used to seeing Damien with anyone? Was it because he had never seen Damien and Cody together at school before so it seemed unnatural? They had only been paired together on the trip due to them being the odd ones out and there being no options left, but they weren't being forced to share a space now, they were together by choice. Was it possible he was jealous? Cody had got Damien to open up in a way Tyler never had. And what had Damien got out of Cody?
Immediately Tyler's mind went back to the night at the motel when he and Joe had looked in through the ground floor window, the girl laid out across the bed as Damien drove his cock into her and Cody moved in close, caressing Damien's ass before he was pushed away. He then saw himself just a little while later, hiding out of sight as Cody and Damien made their way up to their room, Damien's words as clear in his head as they were that night.
"I can't believe what that girl let us do. I can't believe what you let me do."
What did Cody let Damien do? Tyler had thought about that many times in the days since, wondering how far they had gone, if Cody had got his hands on more than Damien's ass.
He had written that thought off because Damien hadn't seemed interested and had pushed Cody away. He was into the girl and Cody just happened to be there as well. Damien had never given an impression of being anything but straight, even now there was no reason to believe he wasn't, but something didn't add up. Why were they suddenly friends? Why was Cody bringing Damien to school? Had they spent the weekend together?
Tyler cursed himself, knowing he was probably thinking too much into things, as was his tendency, especially when it came to gay things, usually falling on the side of wishful thinking rather than reality. Still, he found himself wishing that he could go back to that night so he could sneak across that walkway to listen in, maybe even peek through the curtains into their room, to discover what had happened after him and Joe had left them, to see what they did when they were back in their room, alone and maybe still a little horny. Had a bond been created between them in the same way it had with him and Joe after they had shared a bed?
It felt like minutes had passed since they had driven up and Tyler had started watching them but it had only been a matter of seconds. They met in front of Cody's car, smiling and laughing, and Cody had thrown his arm around Damien's shoulder, which Damien hadn't shrugged off, appearing comfortable with the contact. They looked into each other's eyes, the smiles still etched on their faces, and Tyler thought he saw Cody start to lean in as if he wanted to place a gently kiss on Damien's lips.
He held his breath, waiting to see the moment when contact was made, but suddenly Cody's body went stiff and his arm was ripped from around Damien's shoulder, quickly dropping to his side as he stepped away, putting distance between them. Damien looked as shocked at Tyler was.
Then Tyler saw the reason why Cody had jumped away from Damien and suddenly acted like they barely knew each other. Walking into to the parking lot from the street was one of Cody's senior classmates, Michael Rowan. He was a huge guy, well over six feet tall, and easily over two-hundred pounds of pure muscle, but he was also one of those lumbering giants where their size is more of a hindrance than a positive attribute, meaning that while he looked like a jock and hung out with the senior athletes he wasn't good enough to make any of the teams and his attitude was more than a little sour as a result.
Tyler knew Michael more by reputation than by having actually spent any time with him. After they had started fooling around, Alex had warned Tyler against getting to know the deeply religious Michael or his close friends too well, telling him he had heard tales of Michael and some fellow churchgoers actively going out and trying to find kids they suspected as swinging what they considered the wrong way so they could `beat the gay' out of them. It had never been proven but people apparently knew about it. Cody's reaction told Tyler that Alex had been right. Cody looked almost scared as Michael approached him, his usual confidence stripped away.
Without a word to Damien, Cody fell into line beside Michael and walked away, heading toward the other school building where some of the senior classes took place. Damien looked down at the ground, clearly disappointed, likely feeling abandoned, and started walking toward Tyler as the bell rang to tell them that they should be inside already.
When Damien reached him, Tyler said, "Hey."
Damien glanced up at Tyler, registering his presence for the first time, "Oh, hey Tyler."
"Are you okay?" Tyler asked, hoping to find out something about the relationship between Damien and Cody.
"Yes," Damien said, coldly. He was back to being the shy introvert Tyler knew well.
"Did I see you arrive with Cody?" Tyler asked, deciding to just ask the question instead of pussy-footing around.
Damien's head shot up and his eyes met Tyler's for a brief moment before he turned away. "Erm... Yeah... I've got to go. Gonna be late."
With that Damien ran down the hall away from Tyler toward whatever class he had first. Tyler wanted to follow him but he knew it was useless and he would already be late to his first class since he had to go to his locker to get the books he needed. He headed in the opposite direction, hoping he wouldn't be in too much trouble.
After making his apologies to the teacher, Tyler tried to focus on the class that was being taught but it was difficult. Being so close to finals the class mainly consisted of going over material they had already covered, which Tyler had committed to memory. Because he knew the answers he started tuning the teacher out, thinking about how he should have driven off with Joe so they could find somewhere to fuck, wherever that was, or of what Cody and Damien might have been doing, imagining that they spent the weekend together, fucking the entire time, including this morning, which is why they were running late and had come to school together.
Surviving until the bell, Tyler quickly stuffed his things in his bag and headed out into the hall. He hated the time between periods when the entire school was moving through those halls, they were too crowded and everyone pushed at each other while trying to move in different directions. He wished the rules of the road applied to the corridors and everybody had to stay on a specific side to ease the flow and avoid accidents. Unfortunately that wasn't the case so when trying to weave between people didn't work he just began to shove them out of the way, pushing through the crowd.
He was almost at the end of the corridor when he felt something big and hard slam into his back and he found himself being pitched forward, causing him to lose his footing as he stumbled and crashed to the floor.
"What the fuck?" He screamed, jumping to his feet. He spun around, ready to fight, though his knee was throbbing from the impact on the hard ground. People were laughing all around him, which only heightened his anger and embarrassment.
"Hey, I'm sorry, that was an accident. I tripped." It was Jake.
"Like fuck it was," Tyler spat, getting in Jake's face. Something about the wrestler pushed Tyler's buttons and he always found himself overreacting when it came to Jake, blowing things out of proportion, but he felt like he needed to save face. "What the hell did you hit me with?"
Jake looked stunned. "What are you talking about? I tripped over a bag and fell backwards into you. It was an accident."
"You just backed into me?" Tyler scoffed. "You expect me to believe that?"
"You can believe what you want," Jake said, staring into Tyler's eyes. "It was an accident. Besides, we both know if I wanted to put you on your ass I'd do it face-to-face so you'd know it was me when you hit the floor."
Tyler laughed but a voice in his head told him to back off before he embarrassed himself even more. He remembered Jake tossing him into the pool at the party and knew his football skills were no match for Jake's wrestling skills when it came to hand-to-hand combat.
"Hey guys, come on," Jake's little friend Evan tried to intervene. He was addressing them both but he was looking at Jake with eyes that showed much more than admiration. He was in love with him and was frightened for him. "Don't do this."
Even though Tyler had already made the decision to walk away hearing Evan's voice provoked something in him and before he knew what he was doing he shoved Evan away from him with so much force that Evan flew back and crashed into a group of people walking past him, knocking them all to the ground like bowling pins.
With Jake ready to pounce in response, Tyler made a quick retreat, heading towards his next class. The confrontation played out on his mind like an instant replay as he walked. Had Jake really just backed into him? Were Jake's muscles so big and his body so sturdy that he had been able to knock Tyler down just by bumping into him?
Tyler closed his eyes and shook his head. He hated feeling inferior to anyone and Jake brought those feelings out in him so that he felt like he had to prove himself as the future top dog of the school's athletics programs.
He also hated that he couldn't get the thought out of his mind that he wanted to see Jake's back, stripped bare so he could see the muscles that had felt so firm against his, so that maybe he could run his hands over them and really feel them.
"Oh fuck no," Tyler screamed inside his own head. "You do not want to fuck Jake. You do not want to fuck Jake."
"Are you okay, Ty?" A voice asked, interrupting his thoughts. It was Toby.
"Oh Toby, I'm glad to see you," Tyler sighed, hoping his friend could provide a distraction.
Toby looked at him strangely. "Why?"
"Oh man, that first class was so boring. We've covered everything we need to. If this one is the same at least I have someone to talk to," Tyler smiled, only telling half the truth.
"Deal," Toby smiled as they walked into the classroom and sat down.
The rest of the morning passed quickly and without incident. Having friends or teammates in his classes helped to keep his mind occupied so he didn't think about much of anything outside of the rooms. It wasn't until lunch that things changed.
He walked into the cafeteria and immediately his eyes met Jake's. Jake scowled at him and bit his lip like he was trying to hold back the words that wanted to come out; a curse no doubt. Jake was seated beside Evan, who seemed oblivious to Tyler's presence, his focus remaining solely on Jake, even though he was talking to Emily across the table. Tyler held up his hands and bowed his head slightly, letting Jake know there was not going to be a problem. He didn't need any more embarrassment that day; one fall was enough.
Moving closer to the counter, Tyler spotted Damien sitting in a corner of the room, alone like he usually was. Tyler always wondered why Damien didn't sit at the table with some of the other football players but Damien seemed to prefer the quiet and solitude of the table in the corner so he didn't question it.
Today however, Damien's eyes weren't looking down at his phone or at a graphic novel, nor were they closed as he tried to block out the world. They were focused on something across the room. Tyler turned his head to see what had Damien's attention. He was not surprised to see Cody sitting on a table talking to other seniors, seemingly flirting with the girls while his friend Michael watched on silently. What was Damien thinking?
Before he could dwell on the thought he heard the dinner lady call next and he progressed to the front of the line. Once he had his food he made his way across the room to the table where his friends were already seated, taking the only available seat left, opposite Joe.
When his eyes met Joe's both boys smiled at each other but they quickly looked around, remembering where they were, and then they looked away; Tyler down at his plate as he began to eat, Joe at Kyle who was talking rapidly and using his hands to make some kind of crude gesture Joe didn't quite understand having heard only part of the anecdote.
Tyler tried not to look at Joe because every time he did he felt a twitch in his underwear, knowing that if he wasn't careful he would get fully hard and there would be no way to hide it in the tight pants he was wearing. He was successful in looking at the other people around him until he noticed that Joe was fidgeting, moving from side to side like he couldn't get comfortable.
They made eye contact again and Tyler saw Joe's body tense and quiver like it did when a spasm passed through his hole, making it clench tight. Joe stared at him hard, a look of lust or desire burning behind his eyeballs. For the briefest of moments he felt like Joe might crawl across the table into his lap so he could ride him right there in front of everyone.
Tyler quickly looked around to make sure that no one else had noticed but they were all too busy watching Kyle continue with his story to pay attention to Joe. Tyler quickly finished the rest of his food and then motioned with his head toward the door, silently telling Joe to meet him outside.
Once they were out of the cafeteria, leaving their friends behind, Tyler walked down the corridor with Joe right beside him. They continued on with Joe simply following Tyler until Tyler spotted an empty classroom with the door open. He pulled Joe inside and closed the door until it was almost shut, taking a book off a shelf to place between the door and its frame to stop them from getting locked inside if it closed completely.
Tyler pulled Joe to him so that their bodies were almost touching and he leaned in so their faces were side by side, their mouths next to the other's ear.
"You've got to stop looking at me like that," Tyler whispered.
"Like what?" Joe asked, so close to Tyler's ear that Tyler felt the lips brush against his skin.
"Fuck Joe..." Tyler gasped, pushing back so they could look into each other's eyes. "We can't do this. We have to be more careful. I'm so fucking horny but one wrong move and someone could catch us. Do you want that?"
"No," Joe conceded.
"Then stop looking at me like you want to strip me naked and sit on my cock," Tyler whispered.
"Fuck..." Joe sighed, closing his eyes. "That's what I was thinking in there."
"I know, it was written all over your face. What if someone else saw that?" Tyler asked. "I know how horny you are. Believe me I feel the same. But we can't take the risk."
"Fuck... I know," Joe said. "I agreed with you this morning but it's just so hard. Every time I see you it's all I can think about. It's going to be all I can think about until you're inside me again."
"Shush," Tyler said, his eyes wide, reaching up to place his hand over Joe's mouth. Joe looked Tyler straight in the eye and flicked his tongue out of his mouth, licking Tyler's palm. "Oh Jesus... Damn..."
Tyler's cock was hard in his pants, aching painfully for release. He was almost past the point of caring. Feeling Joe's tongue on his hand sent shockwaves through his body and he wanted to throw Joe down on one of the desks and fuck him right there in the classroom. Instead he stepped up, grabbed Joe's head, brought their lips together in a quick kiss and then pulled back, reaching down to rearrange the obscene bulge in his pants.
"Meet me after school by my car. We'll find somewhere," Tyler said, not waiting for Joe's answer before he left the classroom, needing to get away in case he lost all control and really did fuck him in the classroom.
The rest of the day seemed to drag because he couldn't wait for it to be over. When the final bell rang Tyler almost ran out of the classroom, wanting to get to his car and Joe as quickly as possible, but he remembered that he had left one of the books he needed to study for his finals in his gym locker so reluctantly he headed toward the locker room instead of the parking lot.
When he got there the locker room was empty with no sign of anyone around. It was completely deserted and unusually clean, with no damp towels thrown in a corner or jerseys hanging on pegs; the place was spotless.
Tyler made his way to his locker, spun the combination lock until it clicked and then opened the door, peering inside at his cleats, pads and gloves. Beneath all of those were two text books and a notebook for his Math class, which was the subject he felt least confident about and needed to study the most. He was glad that his father was at home to help him.
Closing his locker back up, Tyler headed toward the exit, eager to get outside where he hoped Joe would be waiting for him. He was almost at the door when he heard a deep, slightly muffled laugh and turned around to find its source. Was it coming from the showers?
Against the silence of the empty locker room the laugh had sounded so loud and Tyler couldn't help himself. He turned around and slowly made his way toward the showers, walking on tiptoes so he didn't make much noise.
As he got closer he couldn't hear the water running and started to doubt himself. Still he crept closer, knowing he had heard the laugh. He was almost at the entrance to the showers, picturing what he might find behind the wall, when he heard the laugh again. It wasn't from the showers. It was from further back. It was coming from Coach's office.
Tyler knew that he should leave, that he should give Coach his privacy, but he wanted to see what was making the big man laugh so hard since it was a sound he heard so rarely and he kind of liked it.
The closer he got to the office the more he could hear, realizing that Coach was talking to someone, but he couldn't hear who it was, in fact he couldn't hear a second voice at all. It was only when he reached the office and carefully peered around the door into the room that he saw that Coach was on the phone.
"Oh yeah, like you don't normally complain," Coach said with a smile on his face.
Tyler quickly pulled his head back when he saw Coach begin to turn around. He didn't want his mentor to catch him eavesdropping. That being said he still wanted to hear what made Coach smile and laugh so he pressed himself back against the wall, out of sight, while whoever Coach was talking to replied.
"That's bullshit, Steve, and you know it," Coach chuckled.
Tyler wondered who Steve was but then he remembered that Mr Brown's first name was Steven. Was that who Coach was talking to? He continued to listen.
"Yeah, it's been hard," Coach sighed.
Tyler's eyes went wide as he listened for more.
Coach laughed, "I meant my day. Although I am feeling a little stiff..."
Tyler's heart was beating hard in his chest.
"No, in my shoulders, you pervert," Coach chuckled.
Tyler waited, realizing that he was unconsciously leaning closer to the door as he waited for Coach to say something else.
"I guess you could help me out," Coach said.
There was a brief pause where all Tyler could hear was his own panted breaths.
"No, not like that night in the motel room," Coach chuckled. "That was a different kind of stress."
Damn, so it WAS Mr Brown that Coach was talking to. Had Tyler really seen something going on between them in that motel room? Had they fucked? Tyler couldn't believe that Coach would cheat on his wife with anyone, let alone a man, and he didn't know if Mr Brown was actually gay or not, even though he suspected so after having seen him with his running buddy the night of the pool party, but what he was hearing created a very explicit image in his mind, real or not.
"Yeah, okay, it felt good. I will admit that. How could it not? You definitely know what you're doing," Coach said.
Tyler wasn't sure which part of him would explode first; his eyes as they popped out of his head, his brain from the images it was creating, or his balls as his dick became instantly hard as a result of those thoughts.
"But I told you it was a one-time thing," Coach continued.
Another pause where Tyler was on edge, wanting to hear more.
"Okay, fine, so it happened twice. You're not going to let that go, are you?" Coach asked.
Tyler was throbbing so hard in his pants that he could actually feel the precum as it began to run down his shaft. What he was thinking couldn't possibly be the truth, could it?
There was a long pause.
Coach sighed, "No. She's taking the kids to a party at some funhouse thing for one of the neighborhood kid's birthdays."
A short pause where Tyler once again thought about Coach's wife and family, unable to think of the man as anything but an honourable husband and father whilst simultaneously imagining his hot muscular body on top of Mr Brown's as they fucked hard.
"A couple of hours maybe," Coach replied.
What followed was a silence that seemed to last forever.
"Fuck! Okay, you win," Coach said. "I've got time. But we'll have to make it quick. Do you want to meet me here or at your place like last time?"
Tyler's body shivered hearing those words in Coach's deep voice and his mind was flooded with images of the two unbelievably sexy older men covered in sweat as they fucked each other's brains out. He was so hard it was almost painful and he was tempted to reach down to stroke himself.
"Okay, I'll see you there in about twenty minutes," Coach said before he hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket.
Tyler was still thinking about the two men on that motel bed together, the image of the hand clutching at the bed sheets in what he assumed was ecstasy etched into his memory, when it finally dawned on him that Coach had stopped talking and he could hear footsteps coming towards him.
Before he could think to react Coach emerged from the doorway to his office, almost bumping straight into Tyler.
"Oh, sorry Tyler, I didn't know you were there," Coach said, casually. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Erm..." Tyler tried to speak but all that was on his mind was Coach and Mr Brown naked and hard. He bit his lip. "No."
Coach looked at Tyler for a long moment with a raised eyebrow. Something was clearly bothering his athlete and it was his duty to help him through whatever his problem was. He placed his large hand on Tyler's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.
Tyler's body gave an involuntary shudder as the big, strong hand gripped his shoulder. It felt so powerful and masculine. He turned his face to look at the hand, his eyes moving up and down the long, thick fingers with their neatly trimmed nails. Were they the fingers that were clutched around that bed sheet when he peered through the window at the motel? They looked the same.
"Are you sure?" Coach asked. "What are you doing here? There's no practice today. Next Thursday is the last one this term."
"I... I just came to get my books," Tyler stuttered, holding up his Math books.
"But your locker is over there," Coach said, pointing to the other side of the locker room.
"Yeah..." Tyler replied. "I heard you talking and thought I'd come say goodbye."
"Oh, okay then," Coach said, patting Tyler on the back. "Goodbye Tyler. Have a nice evening."
"Erm... Yeah, you too," Tyler said, still unable to get Coach with Mr Brown out of his head.
Tyler hesitated before turning away. He had made it no more than a half dozen steps when he heard Coach's voice again.
"Are you sure you didn't want anything?" Coach asked.
"I'm sure," Tyler turned back and nodded.
"Okay, but you can talk to me about anything, you know?" Coach said. "Anything that's bothering you, any questions you have. I'm your Coach and you're going to be my quarterback, there needs to be complete trust between us. I might be a hard-ass on the field and during practice but that's because I want the best for you. Don't feel like you can't come to me with a problem or just to talk. I'm just a guy like you."
Tyler almost laughed at that statement. He wanted to ask Coach if it was true and if he enjoyed fucking a guy's ass like he did. Instead he decided to appreciate the words. "Thanks, Coach."
"Okay, get yourself home," Coach said, "but if you ever need me you know where I am."
Tyler simply nodded and turned around to walk out of the locker room. There were so many things going on in his head that he didn't know how to process it all. Did Coach really have sex with Mr Brown? Was he going to meet him soon for a repeat? What about Coach's offer? Did he think Tyler had something he wanted to talk about, something to confide? What did he know?
He walked through the halls almost in a daze, not even aware that his hard cock was tenting his pants as he walked. It was only once he reached the door to the parking lot and he heard a freshman kid snicker that he looked down and realized, quickly reaching down to reposition himself. He glared at the kid and raised a hand, even though he had no intention of actually hitting him, causing the kid to scurry away.
He spotted Joe almost immediately as he stepped out into the parking lot. Joe was waiting in front of his car, looking around impatiently. Tyler felt relief that he was out of the school building and that he would get to spend some time with Joe, but he also felt his cock throb as he looked at his best friend and thought about fucking him. He quickened his pace.
"Hey," Tyler smiled to Joe, jogging up to him as he pressed the button to open his car. "Get in."
Joe walked around to the passenger side and climbed into the car as Tyler opened his door and sank down into the driver's seat.
"Are we going to fuck?" Joe asked as soon as the doors were closed.
"Jesus, Joe..." Tyler gasped. "You're not even going to say hello? Is that all you can think about?"
"Yes," Joe admitted. "I've never been so horny in my life. I've been hard for the past hour thinking about what you said. My fucking ass has been twitching, wishing your cock was up it."
"Damn..." Tyler whispered, looking down to see a very clear bulge in Joe's pants. He wasn't lying about being hard. All other thoughts left Tyler's mind as he focused solely on Joe and his desire to take him right there in the parking lot. "It's going to get its wish. I'm gonna fuck you so good."
Joe quivered and unconsciously reached down to squeeze the tip of his cock through his pants as his back arched, maybe hoping it would stop the burst of cum that threatened to rocket up out of his cock just at the thought of getting his desperate urge satisfied.
"Drive," Joe pleaded. "Find somewhere quickly. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."
Tyler fumbled around, too eager as he put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. He put the car into reverse and backed out of the space without looking to see if there was anyone in the way. He then shifted into drive and sped toward the school gates, weaving around the students who were still milling around the parking lot for one reason or another until they were on the road.
"Oh shit..." Joe gasped.
"What?" Tyler asked, thinking something was wrong.
"You're hard..." Joe purred.
"Yeah," Tyler said. "How could I not be when you want me to fuck you? I want this just as bad as you do."
Joe couldn't take his eyes off of Tyler's cock. He was sure he could see the outline of the head against the fabric of his pants as they began to get wet from the precum that was leaking out of the tip. He wanted to reach over to grab that cock, to stroke it and get it ready. He even thought about bending over to suck it while Tyler drove. What he really wanted though was for them to just pull over so he could climb into Tyler's lap, straddle him, sit down on his cock and scratch the itch inside him that was driving him crazy.
"Do you have any lube?" Joe asked, barely able to contain himself.
"No," Tyler shook his head, trying to concentrate on driving even as his cock pulsated between his legs. The precum actually soaked through his pants so a bead was visible above on the surface of the material. "I didn't expect to be fucking you today. At least not in my car..."
"Fuck!" Joe cursed. "We need some. My mom is expecting me home to look after my brothers so she can go out. We don't have time to mess around and build up to it. I need it hard and fast."
Tyler felt his stomach tighten, his balls leap up toward his body and his cock jerk and pulse when Joe said those last few words. He was worried for a moment that he would cum in his pants but he managed to hold off long enough for his impending orgasm to ease off as he said the exact opposite of what he was thinking.
"Maybe we should just wait then," Tyler suggested, "until we have more time to do it properly."
"NO!" Joe screamed.
Tyler almost crashed the car he was so surprised by Joe's outburst. He managed to keep control but he glanced across to see that Joe looked really agitated beside him.
"I need to get fucked now," Joe growled. "I can't wait another day. I couldn't sleep last night because I was so hard lying in bed thinking about getting fucked again. I tried to jerk off. I watched porn. I watched us. Nothing worked. I couldn't cum. I need you to fuck me, Ty. I need you to fuck the cum out of me and release this thing inside me that feels like I am going to explode if I have to wait any longer for it."
Joe took a huge breath after he finished talking, having spoken in what sounded like one continuous sentence. Tyler was trying to think of somewhere they could go, so turned on he knew he couldn't wait to get back in Joe's ass either and needed to fuck him as soon as possible.
They were just passing through a small strip of stores on the main road out of town when Joe grabbed the steering wheel and shouted, "Pull over here!"
"What?" Tyler cried, scared they were going to crash.
"Pull over here," Joe repeated as he urged Tyler to stop.
Tyler quickly did as Joe said, partially out of fear. He got ready to push Joe away if he thought they were just going to fuck by the side of the road. Instead of making a pass at him Joe jumped out of the car and ran across the street. Tyler only realized what he was doing when he saw him enter a drug store.
Less than two minutes later Joe ran back across the street with a brown paper bag in his hand. The look of desperation on his face surprised Tyler and he feared that he had released a monster that he would never be able to control.
"Okay," Joe said, jumping into the car. "I've got some. Let's go."
Tyler stared at him, "You really just went in there to buy lube?"
"Yeah," Joe replied. "They didn't know I wanted it so you could fuck my ass, did they?"
Tyler had no words to reply to Joe so he simply began to drive again as Joe pulled the pump-action bottle of lube from the bag and scrunched the paper up into a ball, dropping it onto the floor. He still couldn't believe how Joe was acting. This was not the so-called straight boy he had to push and goad and convince to go to bed with him just a couple of months ago, this was someone else entirely and it scared him a little.
They drove in silence for about two minutes before Joe spoke again, "Just find a quiet street already. We're far enough out."
"What the fuck has gotten into you?" Tyler gasped. "Can't you wait another five minutes?"
"I just need it, Ty," Joe said. "I don't know how to explain it. I've never felt like this. I'm so horny I can't think. I feel like I'm a drug addict and I haven't gotten my fix. I need it so bad. Fuck..."
"I'll find somewhere soon," Tyler said. He had never been so hard in his life, the anticipation building and he wished he could pull over to fuck Joe on the side of the road but there were still people around, people walking dogs or out for runs.
"I can't take it," Joe groaned. "My dick is so hard it hurts. I need to get it out."
Tyler watched in disbelief as Joe climbed between the front seats into the back and sat down in the middle. He continued to watch through the rear-view mirror as Joe popped open his pants, freeing his big, hard cock so that it sprung out and waved around in the air and then reached down to start stroking it as he looked up to the mirror himself and they made eye contact.
"Holy fuck..." Tyler moaned, almost forgetting that he was behind the wheel of his car when he saw Joe begin to stroke his eight inch cock up and down, spreading his precum all over the shaft. He only just managed to stop himself from turning around and crashing the car.
Joe's moans and the sound of his slick hand gliding up and down the length of his cock was too much for Tyler finally.
"You fucker," Tyler said, immediately signalling and taking the next turn, pulling off the main road onto a side street.
He had no idea where they were or where they were going but it didn't matter now. His cock was threatening to burst through his pants and he needed to be inside of Joe in the next couple of minutes. If Joe couldn't wait, neither could he, and he wasn't going to be patient or gentle. Joe wanted to get fucked hard and that was what he was going to get.
Finally, after the longest thirty seconds of his life, Tyler saw a house that was being renovated, surrounded by scaffolding, but he couldn't see any other vehicles or construction workers around so he pulled onto the drive and stopped beside the house, not even looking around to double check there wasn't anyone who could see them as he unbuckled his seatbelt, pressed the button to make sure the doors were locked and climbed back through the seats with hunger in his eyes as Joe looked up at him, his big dick still in his hand.
"Get ready because you asked for this," Tyler growled.
"Oh fuck!" Joe gasped, seeing Tyler's big body coming towards him.
Joe didn't have time to do anything as in one swift movement Tyler reached down, grabbed the bottom of Joe's shirt and pulled it off over his head, tossing it aside. Tyler then put his hand in the middle of Joe's bare chest and pushed him backwards so he had no choice but to lay down across the seat as Tyler hooked his other hand into the waistband of Joe's pants and pulled them down, stripping Joe completely naked in a matter of seconds.
Amazed and turned on by how aggressive and dominant Tyler had become, Joe looked on as Tyler pulled off his own clothes and then pushed Joe's legs apart, spreading them wide enough so he could fit between them, his throbbing cock leading the way. Joe knew he was in for a hard fuck but instead of being worried or feeling regret for his desperation he only felt excitement and anticipation. He wanted to get fucked like a man and that's exactly what Tyler was going to give him.
Tyler wrapped his hand around the base of Joe's big cock and pulled it but away from his body, stroking it a couple of times.
"You think you can wave this big beautiful cock around and I'm not going to take the bait?" Tyler snarled.
Before Joe could think of word to reply Tyler ducked down and swallowed Joe's cock almost to the base, plunging it into his throat.
"HOLY FUCK!" Joe screamed as Tyler came back up for air. He didn't care if anyone could hear him, it felt too good.
Tyler dove straight back down and sucked Joe's cock hard, bobbing up and down quickly, feasting on the head and first few inches of his cock, using his lips and tongue to caress it, collecting all the precum that he could before he swallowed, once again taking Joe's cock into his throat along with the juices.
When Tyler pulled back with spit running down his chin, he looked up at Joe's incredible body and knew that he needed to be inside it. He slapped Joe's cock against his abs a couple of times, making the bottom boy quiver, and then he reached over into the back of the car to find his gym bag.
In less than fifteen seconds Tyler had his towel laid out on the seat beneath them to protect the interior from being ruined and then he twisted open the bottle of lube, not bothering with the pump-action lid, and poured a generous amount of the liquid onto his cock, rubbing it up and down until he was nice and slick.
With his slippery fingers he pushed up Joe's legs and zeroed in on his tight hole, first running his fingers around the opening to coat it with the lube and then just ramming them inside, making Joe scream as Tyler stretched him open with the two thick digits.
"Oh fuck, Ty!" Joe screamed. "Go easy on me."
"Do you want me to take my time and go easy or do you want me to fuck you?" Tyler asked, their eyes meeting.
Joe closed his eyes, threw his head back and gave the answer, "Fuck me."
Tyler didn't need to hear anything else. Joe had got him so worked up that all caution went out of the window along with his feelings for his best friend. In front of him now was just a hot guy he wanted to fuck and all that mattered in that moment was the pleasure he would feel from shoving his dick into a nice, tight ass.
Stroking himself once more to make sure that the lube was spread over every inch of his shaft, Tyler moved into position and pushed Joe's legs back, lifting up his ass to get access to the hole. He lined up his cock, letting the head brush against the opening for just a second before he started to push inside.
"Oh God, yeah!" Joe cried out as he felt his ass begin to open, the head and first inch of Tyler's dick slipping in past his sphincter. It was the feeling he had been waiting almost a week for, to feel Tyler's cock push against his insides, filling him so fully and completely, almost giving him a feeling of being whole again.
Joe's eyes rolled back into his head again and his mouth fell open. He gasped as he felt Tyler move deeper and deeper inside of him, inch after inch of warm, flesh dancing against the walls of his ass, the familiar sensation of his body rearranging itself to accommodate Tyler's cock like nothing else he had experienced.
Tyler was amazed that there was almost no resistance despite the fact that they hadn't spent much time playing around or opening up Joe's ass. He hadn't rimmed him like he loved to do normally until Joe begged for his dick and he hadn't spent more than a minute stretching him with his fingers, but Joe's ass opened to accept him and he continued pushing, feeling Joe's body wrap around his cock, tightening up and squeezing the shaft as he pushed his full seven inches into Joe's ass.
When he bottomed out, his balls pressed against Joe's ass, Tyler didn't wait to let Joe get used to the invasion or to lean down to kiss him, he pulled back immediately until only the tip of his dick was still inside Joe's ass and then he drove forward with one hard thrust that buried him balls deep again.
"FUCK!!" Joe screamed as Tyler impaled him on his cock and his entire body convulsed with an electric shock of pleasure and pain that overwhelmed him. He whimpered and clung to the seat as Tyler went to work pounding his ass.
"Is this what you wanted?" Tyler asked, shoving his dick back and forth through Joe's ass, increasing the pace as Joe's hole loosened up under the onslaught.
"Fuck... Yes... Oh... Oh... Yes..." Joe whimpered as Tyler drilled him hard, their skin slapping together with every deep thrust Tyler made.
Tyler could think of nothing else but fucking Joe's ass. The world outside the car had disappeared and it was just the two of them on a planet of their own. Even if the police had showed up and told them to stop Tyler wouldn't have listened until he shot his load inside Joe's amazing ass. The blow off would be worth getting arrested for.
"You love me fucking your ass, don't you?" Tyler growled as he bent over, almost folding Joe in half, really driving his dick deep, throwing his hips into Joe's.
Joe was gasping for breath as Tyler's cock sliced through his insides, pushing any and every button that he had inside him. He was overcome by the feeling of being at Tyler's mercy, of getting fucked by someone who had complete control over him. It was so hot he almost couldn't comprehend it. He was being fucked like a bitch but he had never felt like more of a man because he was able to take it and even pleaded for more.
"Oh God, yes!" Joe finally screamed. "I love it. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He hadn't even been thinking about his own cock since Tyler had entered him until he looked down and saw it leaking a constant stream of precum onto his abs that was actually beginning to flow down the channel between them toward his pecs as Tyler continued to pump his ass. He reached down to grasp it but Tyler knocked his hand away and yanked his cock out of Joe's ass, making him cry out in pain.
Tyler leaned down and grabbed Joe by the chin. "Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?"
Joe stared up at Tyler with a mixture of fear and awe. He shook his head.
"No," Tyler growled. "You don't touch your dick unless I tell you that you can. You wanted me to fuck the cum out of you and that's what I'm going to do. Now suck my dick."
Joe was so turned on by the way that Tyler was treating him that he didn't even think about what he was doing as Tyler moved up and straddled his chest, rubbing his cock across Joe's lips before shoving it in his open mouth, Joe just started sucking, lifting his head off the seat to take as much of it as he could.
It was only after a few moments, when he realized that the strange taste on his tongue was lube mixed in with Tyler's precum that it dawned on him that the dick in his mouth had just been in his ass and that maybe the taste was something other than just lube. That didn't stop him from sucking on Tyler's cock however, his lips and tongue still caressing the shaft.
Tyler pulled out and slapped his cock against Joe's face before he leaned down and locked his lips over Joe's, kissing him deep, tasting everything that Joe just had.
"Where do you want my dick now?" Tyler asked, staring into Joe's eyes.
"Back inside me," Joe moaned. "Fuck my ass. Cum in me."
Tyler moved back down and was just about to shove his dick back inside Joe's ass when a phone started to ring. Tyler knew it wasn't his from the ringtone.
"Oh fuck!" Joe cursed, scrambling up from the seat. "That will be my mom wondering where I am."
He reached through the middle of the seats into the front where he had dropped his bag and quickly pulled out the phone, glancing at the screen to confirm that it was his mom and then he pressed to answer the call.
"Hey Mom," he said cheerily, like he wasn't panting for breath after getting fucked for the past five minutes. "Yeah, I'm still at school. We just got out of a meeting. I shouldn't be too long. There're just a few more things Coach wants us to do before we leave."
As Joe's mom continued to talk to him Tyler couldn't help but stare at Joe's ass, bent over the seats, pointing right at his face, the two firm mounds spreading to provide a view of his freshly fucked hole.
Tyler couldn't wait for more. He pushed himself up and pressed his body against Joe's, his chest to Joe's back. He covered Joe's mouth with his hand and shoved his dick back up Joe's ass, burying himself completely while Joe's mom continued to talk on the phone, unaware that her son was getting fucked while she spoke.
Joe had bitten down on Tyler's palm so he didn't scream as Tyler rammed his cock back inside him and started fucking him again while his mother spoke about how she had already prepared the family's dinner and gave him instructions on what to do. He wanted to scream at Tyler, to push him away, to tell him to stop while he was on the phone but it felt too good to say anything. Instead he shoved his ass back, gritted his teeth and tried not to groan as he answered his mom every time she expected an answer while he continued to get fucked.
"Okay, I'll be home soon, Mom. Love you," Joe said as he hung up and dropped the phone on the front seat. He reached back and grabbed a fist full of Tyler's hair, pulling him close. "You motherfucker! How could you do that? What if she heard us?"
"Then she'd know I'm fucking her son," Tyler replied without missing a beat. He wrapped his arms around Joe's chest and pulled their bodies together, driving into him hard.
Both boys' moans got louder and louder as the pace quickened. They were both impossibly hard and Tyler's seven inch cock was slamming against Joe's spot, pushing him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" Joe screamed.
Tyler didn't want Joe to shoot all over the upholstery so he quickly pulled his dick out of Joe's ass, spun Joe around and swallowed his cock just as it exploded, taking every drop that fired out of Joe's dick. He then licked him clean as Joe moaned and finally told Tyler he couldn't take any more.
"I'm not done yet," Tyler stated. "I need to cum too. Now ride me."
He sat down on the seat and held up his throbbing cock.
"Oh fuck..." Joe shuddered. He stared at Tyler's cock for a moment and then moved forward. He straddled Tyler's hips and sank down onto his hard dick.
"Hold on," Tyler advised as he wrapped his arms around Joe's body and began to bounce him up and down on his cock, pushing his hips up to drive his dick into Joe's ass.
Joe threw his arms around Tyler and buried his head against Tyler's neck as he took the assault, his own cock coming back to life, rubbing up and down on Tyler's body as they moved together, Tyler humping up as Joe dropped down.
Having Tyler's cock back inside him was like getting to taste the most amazing dessert after an already incredible meal. The first fuck had been about getting off, the second was about enjoying Tyler being inside him again.
"Oh yeah, ride me," Tyler moaned as Joe took over, moving his hips back and forth, grinding himself down on Tyler's cock before lifting up and then plunging back down.
They looked into each other's eyes as their moans grew louder and then suddenly they both went rigid as Tyler unloaded inside Joe's ass, bucking up into him, pushing as deep as he could possibly go, spraying a huge load seven inches up inside Joe's ass. At the same moment Joe's dick exploded between them with his second orgasm, the cum shooting up between their bodies, painting each with a couple of shots.
They collapsed onto the seat and lay in silence until Tyler's dick softened and slipped out of Joe's ass.
"Fuck, that was intense," Tyler groaned.
"Damn... I needed that," Joe sighed.
"Me too," Tyler agreed.
"Shit, Ty, I can't believe you fucked me while I was on the phone with my mom," Joe chastised.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You don't know how hot your ass is," Tyler said. "There will never be a day when I don't want to fuck it."
"Just don't wait a week before you fuck it again," Joe said. "I don't think my balls can handle not being able to cum."
"You're not joking," Tyler laughed. "You nearly drowned me with that first load you shot and I think you just covered us with even more that second time."
"It was feeling your dick shoot inside me, Ty... There's nothing like it," Joe replied. "Fuck, I've got to get home."
"Okay," Tyler nodded, reluctantly pulling himself from the seat. He wiped the cum off his body with the towel and then handed it to Joe to do the same.
They found their clothes and pulled them back on before climbing back into the front seats. Tyler picked up the bottle of lube and held it up.
"I guess we should keep this in here for the next time we need it," Tyler smiled.
Joe simply returned the smile and they drove off, both completely satisfied.
To Be Continued...